"Conventional morality begins its operations by the imposition of taboos in childhood. A child is taught, at a very early age, not to touch certain parts of the body while grown-up people are looking." Bertrand Russell states this aphorism sagely in his look at sex and ethics, Marriage and Morals, a classic of scholarly insight.
Of course many of us are well aware of this, having all been children ourselves. But the taboos, we realize, go beyond this. We are taught not to say certain things or respond to others in certain, forbidden ways. Since these forbidden modes of action or conversation are mysterious, they are intriguing, and a good many children respond to them privately, that is, when adults are not present. Don't we all remember Post Office and Spin-the-Bottle. or Doctor and Nurse?
It is not difficult to delineate a sub-cult consisting of the youngsters who are experiencing emerging sexuality. Adults are, by common consent, strictly excluded from this minor group. They are, during these sessions of exciting experimentation, The Enemy.
Pubescence and its concomitant surge of forbidden desire in the awakening young body is a phenomenon which varies according to the age of each individual. Other factors affecting this are exposure to repeated comments on sex and the emphasis these comments bear. If parents continue to preach the dire evils of sex, the children may develop a morbid preoccupation with it. one that could quite easily stultify their maturation, into well-adjusted adults. On the other hand, a bland, healthy attitude about the sex drive and its natural gratification would seem to lead to the development of a wholesome attitude toward this necessary and normal biological drive.
If sex were a crime, as is taught in so many homes, why would it be an inherent characteristic common to all peoples of all times? Wouldn't the cessation of sex result in the ultimate depletion of mankind? Of course.
It is a certainty that moderation and intelligence should be exercised between parents as they tutor their children in the mores and morals of society. Clearly this is not always the case. Some parents are terribly strict, and go so far as to terrify their boys and girls about the devastating evils resulting from that most universal of ail pubescent activities, masturbation. Others, on the other hand, have gone so far as to engage in sexual intercourse with their children.
We make no comment on the eventual effects of these two abnormal practices except to say that neither appears to be wise. That they might not be doesn't alter the fact that they occur.
This is a book about an incestuous relationship between a young girl, aged thirteen, and her uncle, who takes over (he role of sole parent and guardian. It should be apparent to the reader that the uncle is a confirmed pederast, hut his deviation is modified, happily, by the fact that he loves the girl. This would not justify their relationship, neither in the eyes of the law, nor in the spectrum of conventional morality. Yet one might ask, "As long as they both enjoy what they're doing, where's the harm?"
Incest has been practiced widely, by many people, the medieval clergy providing shirking cases in point. Strange that the champions of morality and ethics should have indulged so brazenly in this unnatural perversion, but history cannot be blanked on this point.
Since there are only speculative answers to speculative questions, we leave it to you, the reader, to indulge in your own determination about Mary. Will she grow up a hopeless, cripple as a result of her relationship with her uncle:' Or will she mature as a person who sees sex for what it is, a delightful personal experience? These and many other questions are interestingly wrapped in the frank bur plausible book you now hold in your hand.
Chapter One
Mary knew the touch of a man's hand, but now something was wrong. Her heart was thumping like a rapid-fire cannon in her ears and previously silent sirens screamed in warning. True, her uncle's hand was only around her waist. True, it was rather dim in the living room. And true, nobody else was home. She knew, in her mind that nothing could possibly be wrong. But something in her thirteen-year-old body was alarmed. Or, at any rate, she thought that it was alarm, fright, terror.
"What's the matter, Mary?" he asked, whispering softly into her ear, his lips brushing the long, light blonde hair that fell so easily down over her slender, shaking shoulders.
It took her a while to answer. Her mouth was dry and she knew that not only could she not speak without sounding like a frog croaking, she didn't know what to answer. Finally, when she had worked some saliva into her terror-dried mouth and thought about her predicament, she whined: "I don't know, Uncle Al."
He held her on his lap, his legs to the side on the sofa. She faced straight out, huddled warmly against him in the shifting colors of the dim light cast out from the color television. His hand had cupped her youthful hip familiarly, his fingertips almost pressing against that proud though mostly hairless little mound of Venus at the base of her belly. Shots of undiluted animal lust were racing through Al, bridled only by the fact that he didn't want to rape her, make her cry, make her tell. No, he knew that he had plenty of time. His sister wouldn't be home from Florida for two weeks.
"How fabulous of you, Al!" she had said, when he told her that he would look after Mary.
"I'd love to," he had replied in rare honesty, and continued, "you know that I'm simply mad about her!" The plain fact was that he was mad about his young niece. But his affection for her was not of that pure, avuncular category that might seem to promise crisp guardianship. But Al didn't go into details; he spoke, as usual, in riddles. So his sister got to go to Cape Kennedy to be with her husband, an Air Force liaison officer.
The two-week vacation was to include the witnessing of a space shot from the press block-house, a week at the Ocean Reef on Key Largo, some deep-sea fishing, and a solid round of cocktail parties. She had been burning to go, but couldn't find a baby-sitter that she trusted. And Mary couldn't be taken out of school for two weeks since it was so close to the end of the school year.
Thus, Al Ronson's gallantly-offered services were accepted.
And now, Al had his prey in his lap, holding her. He was so excited about his good fortune that he could hardly contain himself. His cock was like a smoldering log in his pants, hard and tingling, sat upon by the delightful little bottom of his precious young niece. His hand had already cupped the soft, modest mound of her nubile breast and he was quick to notice that her set of feminine reactions were intact. Yes, her little nipple had sprung out as expected, burning into the palm of his hand like a quarter-inch ball-bearing superheated by an acetylene torch. Then, after it was erect, Al had sat back to see it press the white cotton of her blouse out.
The teasing joy of this game was so delicious that his mind was a raging inferno of lascivious excitement, whirling madly toward the vortex of naked lust and ultimate sexual gratification. He knew that he was embarked on a reckless course of incest, and with a mere child at that, but this realization only bellowed the lust-fires with pure oxygen, making them lick and dance higher, more hotly, more evilly. He knew that he was a prisoner of his own mind, unable to halt or even divert the imperceptible, relentless march of his salacious appetite.
It's problematic that he would have veered away if he would have been able to muster the necessary strength, but that is all highly speculative, since he was beyond the point of no return. Like a tiger which has tasted the saltiness of human blood once, Al had experienced the sweetness of Mary's soft, slender form; no force on earth short of bondage or death could have stopped him.
Innocent Mary only vaguely comprehended that she was being used. Those soft, warm caresses of his hands were, in themselves, quite pleasant and comforting to her. She wasn't overly concerned about her mother's trip. In fact, she had taken it like a little woman, telling her mother to have a good time in Florida. And she wasn't at all upset about being Al's ward for two weeks, because she had always been fond of him. Truthfully, she didn't know what was going on in her body, but then she couldn't be expected to know, for she had never experienced the stretchings and churnings of incipient sex before.
As she sat there in Al's lap, her thighs were almost shivering with a strange hotness, a tingling itch that was almost like electrical vibrations. Her tummy seemed to be like a storm-tossed sea, shifting and rumbling hotly. And, for the first time in her life, she felt strangely obtrusive, as though she were a human stump of no consequence, sticking up from Uncle Al's lap. In all, it was an uncomfortable experience for her and she knew that it was inappropriate; she should have been comfortable.
Al, despite his sexual frenzy, realized that she was nervous and he drew his own conclusions. He had slowed where he couldn't stop, and now his hand was placed warmly against the softness of her side, affectionately, he thought, and not blatantly sexually.
Mary was anything but worried about an overt sexual advance from her own uncle. Why, they were friends. He would take her to the amusement park and they would go on the roller coaster, the Silver Streak, the sail-planes, the speed-boat. He would buy her cotton candy and popcorn with lots of melted butter. They would spend an hour in the Fun House, and then go on the Pretzel. And always they would go on those spooky rides. He had held her then. Sure, his hand had held her breast. Mary knew that but she didn't care because it meant absolutely nothing to her. It was as though he had touched her shoulder or knee or hand. So what?
No, something else was worrying Mary (even though Al didn't realize this). Her body seemed to be on fire and she could hardly breathe. Shifting nervously in his lap, she put her hand down on his leg to help lift her as she moved. Unexpectedly, she grabbed something she couldn't identify through her meager experience. It was hot, long. about as thick as a Polish sausage or thick frankfurter.
Puzzled, she felt it and then squeezed it, trying to figure out what it might be. Finally, stumped, she looked insouciantly at her uncle, inquisitiveness gaining the upper hand. "What's this, Uncle Al?" she asked, frowning and still sizing it up in her hand.
"What's what?" he asked nervously in an idiotic attempt to stall her while he collected himself from I the shock. Besides, he was deriving incredible jolts f of arousal from the sensation of her small hand on his cock. Can't she really know? he asked himself.
"This thing, right here," she elaborated, grasping it through the tight material of his gray woolen flannel slacks. She was trying to separate it, lift it from its position tight against his leg.
She judged it to be about five or six inches long, part of his body, perhaps something like a hardened tumor that she didn't know anything I about. Her curiosity about it was peaked, and she wanted to see it. The thing intrigued her, and she noticed that, as she touched it, some of her internal discomfort seemed to mellow, as though she were hungry in some strange way and holding that hot object satisfied her odd hunger. She looked at Al and frowned quizzically.
"Well, Mary honey," he said, and cleared his throat. His finger hooked into his collar and slid around it while he stretched his neck in a gesture of nervousness. He tried a smile and then a hoarse laugh, or chuckle, burst from his mouth. His forehead was red and perspiring and the veins in his temples stood out prominently. "Errr, well, ummm, never mind. How's I tell you later?"
Al had always screwed around with little girls in his mind, but he never had been able to muster up the requisite courage or recklessness to actually seduce one, until this minute. And now the tables were turned. In effect, she was innocently seducing him. Her naivet� stunned him, and the candor with which she asked him what his cock was while actually holding it and squeezing it astonished him, plunging him, at the same time, into even blacker depths of lascivious delight.
His mind raced like a computer, and searched for ways to make some mutually-satisfactory exchange of anatomical data. Sharp spears of lecherous pleasure coursed up his torso from his groin as her small hand maintained its grasp and slowly, sinuously, subtly began to move back and forth on that lust-hardened shaft of male sexuality.
My God, he thought, she's beating me off! He knew that her movement was only instinctive, but the burning question at the front of his mind was: Just how instinctive is this little wench?
Judie, Al's sister, had left only seven hours before, catching the four o'clock jet to Orlando. She was to be away from the house slightly more than two weeks. At this rate, Al surmised with a mixture of obscene delight and hopeless bewilderment, that two weeks may be a strange eternity indeed. His hand moved up slowly and it once again cupped the small but relevant out-thrust of the child's nubile breast. He did this calmly now, without the previous fear of being noticed and trapped.
"Do you know what I'm doing?" he asked her, once again lowering her voice to a whisper, speaking into her ear as he leaned against her and fondled that fine little globe of softness. He strained up with his lower body so that her hand's pressure would be even harder on his throbbing cock.
"Hold me," she replied, disregarding his question. As she said it she grasped his penis with all her might and turned toward him to regard him with eyes that were deep and troubled. At once she noticed that his hand on her breast was different now than it had ever been and she also became clearly aware of new floods of hot, though soothing, rivers of ecstatic fire in her young body. It was as though she had been hibernating all her life and had very suddenly become aroused.
Her hunger was intense and she knew that her hand and his had something to do with feeding. What it was, she wasn't certain. All she really knew was this: Something very strange was happening to her and she had to do something about it.
The vague realization that the tables were being turned on him stunned Al, but he collected himself and took advantage of the situation with the courageous abandon of a confirmed lecher. His free hand slipped down to her belly and still further down, so that the nubby wool of her plaid skirt tickled his already-tinglingly-sensitive fingers. At the first touch of her smooth legs, he sighed audibly, knowing that the road he was on led to one place and one place only. Confirming this: She snuggled down a bit in his lap. Her hand's manipulation increased in firmness and speed. Now it was sexual madness, a twenty-seven-year-old bachelor and a thirteen-year-old nymphet, for that's what he was beginning to think of her as ...
Mary whimpered as she felt the touch of his hand on her bare thighs, and she tightened her body as that hand tracked slowly upward toward her moist, hot crotch. That hand seemed to leave a trail of fire under her skin, raising that skin in blisters as though it had been seared. She cuddled into him and her legs twitched, moving involuntarily apart to allow that nasty but exciting hand better access to that part of her which seemed to need it so much.
Now every one of her nerves seemed to radiate from a central point which was located well up in her belly, at an unitchable place of seething heat. Up her trunk and to her breasts flashed the heat of her desire, making her heart thud in her throat and then her ears. Her legs quivered and twitched spasmodically, and right where his hand was the itch was overwhelmingly powerful. She thrust her hand down, clutched his wrist, and forced his hand right up against the wetness of the thin nylon crotchband of her underpants, crying out as though in mortal anguish. "Ooohhh, Uncle Allll ... !"
He had never experienced anything to top it! The girl-child was actually raping him! He had thought about feeling her a bit, about copping a feel of her forming breasts and maybe even seeing her virginal little pussy, but never had he envisioned a hairy episode to match this! Although he was attractive and therefore had enjoyed his fair share of girls (and women), he had usually drawn the line at eighteen, the safe, legal age. Eighteen-year-olds were, he assumed, legal because they knew, for the most part, what sex was ail about (and he wondered how they knew since they were illegal).
Now, with a red-hot little thirteen-year-old in his bubbling lap, he was forced to wonder how Mary knew what sex was all about, because she was certainly leading the parade as though she had been over the route a few times before. He wormed his fingers into that nylon undergarment and began to rub the modest but weeping slit of her cunt, trying with each back and forth movement to insinuate a finger into the hot, clasping wetness of that hole. Above, his hand slipped into her blouse and he clutched her naked breast, kneading the pliant little orb of feminine softness as though his very life depended on it.
His balls were dancing like whirling dervishes in the moist, wrinkled sac of his scrotum and his cock, under her innocent but aggressive ministrations, stretched to even more delirious sensitivity. He was about to explode in his pants so suddenly he pulled his hands away, lifted her from his lap, and panted.
"My God, Mary," he rasped coarsely, his breath coming in audible sobs, "come into your bedroom! Let's do this right!"
Mary's legs hardly held her and she, too, was sobbing as she breathed. Her ears thundered and she blinked at her uncle as the blood rushed from her head. "Uncle Al, what are we doing? I'm scared! I've never felt so ... crazy ..."
"Never mind, honey," he said, taking her into his arms as though she weighed a mere ounce. He almost stumbled in his haste to reach that promising bed of hers. His erection had managed to swing up inside his slacks so that it was now up, the blood-engorged glans pressing maddeningly against the waistband above the fly. He was perspiring profusely and every muscle in his body was shaking. His nerves were stretched like a bowstring and they, too, centered around his seat of desire.
Scurrying into the bedroom with her like some sex-crazed Quasimodo, he was blind with pure, provocative sexuality. Lust was now his master, guiding him unthinking down the dangerous path of licentiousness, but he was a willing follower, Mary, his cargo of nubile docility, clung to him, her slender frame shaking and rubbing against him sensuously.
Before he threw her onto the bed she wrapped an arm around his neck and smashed her small but full red lips against his in a searing kiss that made her head spin and knocked the very breath from her lungs. Her tongue forced its way between his wildly working lips, prying them easily open so that it would be able to mingle in the dark recesses of his mouth. As their tongues touched and rolled together playfully like two porpoises in the warm depths of the Caribbean, Mary's stomach seemed to burst. She had to break the torrid kiss, pull her face away, and take in a sobbing gasp.
"God, Uncle Al, what's happening to me?!" she said. "I feel as though I'm going to faint! What are we doing, anyway ... ?"
For an answer, he placed her gently on the bed and sat beside her, his eyes searching those pure blue pools of her troubled and questioning eyes. Those huge, slightly slanted eyes of hers were no longer beautiful, as he had seen them so often; now they were like one magnificent, cool pond, beckoning him irresistibly into its invitingly pure water. Looking deep, he saw movement; looking more closely, he saw something that made him cringe, recoil, gasp in terror. He saw DEATH! VIOLENT DEATH!
A severe frown overtook his usually calm countenance and he sprang up from the bed, chilled to the marrow of his bones. All sexuality fled before the onrushing armies of dimly apprehended terror and he ran from the room, literally, shaken so badly that only a stiff belt of straight Scotch would be able to calm him. What he had seen could not be identified by him, but he knew that it was ghastly, or at least tragic.
Into the kitchen, to the cupboard, grasp the bottle of Haig & Haig. It burned deliciously, making him shudder, pull in air in a sharp intake scented and flavored by the Scotch, relax. Aaahhh, God, he asked himself, shuddering again and shaking his head, what was that?!
"Uncle Al!" Mary called from the bedroom, "what's wrong! Come here! I'm scared ... !" Her voice was young, innocent, plaintive.
He poured another half-glass of the pungent whisky and downed it, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand which still held the stopper of the bottle. He capped the bottle and muttered an oaths then walked back through the darkened house to Mary's small bedroom. When he saw her he chuckled at himself for being so very foolish; she was the most precious little darling in the whole world! Her eyes couldn't possibly have radiated such an eerie advertisement - or omen. Not by any means ... !
"Uncle Al," Mary cried, looking at him as though he were the strange one, "what's the matter with you? You're all white and shaking!" She cowered against the headboard, her legs tucked under her so that only her knees showed in front of the hem of her skirt.
He glanced at his watch. Eleven forty-six, "N-nothing, hon," he stammered. Eyeing her warily once again, he had distinct sensations of - queasiness, undefined evil, lurking terror. It was so palpable, this feeling, that he was almost unaware that he was holding his breath.
His hands were clenched, his jaws were tight so that the muscles were like twisted steel cable, and he felt as though he were whirling. Only with the greatest effort could he snap out of it, and then when his glance met hers again, he felt different all of a sudden, as though a brisk, cool, morning breeze had blown away some foul and unpleasant ghost-infested swamp miasma. But now her eyes were stranger than they had been before! They now had a pathetic quality, emitting an unspoken plea for sympathy, for tender love, for acceptance. And, at the same time, they danced devilishly, promising him carnal pleasures that he couldn't imagine. They were no longer the eyes of a mere thirteen-year-old, they were polished amethysts, backed by hotly gleaming obsidian fresh from a fiery volcano. He was totally ignorant of the rest of the girl as she sat there and stared morosely at him. Nothing mattered to him, at that minute, but those telepathic eyes.
Am I seeing in them what I want to see? he asked himself, trying to get a grip on his faltering faculties. Her voice brought him back.
"Uncle Al," she whimpered pathetically, "I'm scared and cold. I want my mom."
"All right, honey," Al said, finally managing to get the upper hand on his weirdly contorted emotions, "I'll comfort you." He moved slowly toward the bed, but now all sensuality was missing from his previously excited body. He still shook a bit, but it was an emotional carryover from the stunning experience of a few seconds before. He had the distinct impression, though it was only, a dimly felt suspicion, that he had peered into a sort of Pandora's Box; something he had seen in her eyes was forbidding, cryptic, arcane, chilling. Now, looking at her, he saw a frightened little girl, or a frightened little replica of a woman, because she was, in fact, more of a small woman than a young girl at that moment.
It would have been inaccurate to think of her as a child, especially after what she had just been doing, especially after that passionately stirring kiss she had branded him with. No, her breasts were not full globes of creamy softness, her hips were not flared as they one day would be in anticipation of child-bearing, her thighs and calves were not as filled out as they would be within three or four years, but she was a woman, and there was no doubt in Al Ronson's mind about that. As he looked at her he saw her for what she was-a young adolescent in whom the body and mind was awakening.
It was his distinct good fortune to be with her for a while during this exciting incubation period, and he congratulated himself. But before he could boast, even to himself, she once again took the initiative, sliding her small hand slowly up the woolen material of his slacks from his knee, relentlessly toward his crotch. A shiver of delight shot through him and he wanted to take her in his arms right then. The angel was a perfect replica of her mother, whom Al had always loved a little more than he should. But he had never done anything with Judie; when they were young together, his taboos were too strict. Besides, she was four years older than he, and he never did manage to muster the necessary nerve to approach her.
But now he was with little Mary, and her hand was creeping up his leg, toward that lump that intrigued her so. He wondered if she knew what it was, really. Perhaps she does, he thought; perhaps she's having fun and games with me. Well, he concluded, a semi-smile on his unsymmetrically handsome face, I'm game!
As suddenly as it came, his uneasiness left, leaving a vacuum in his spirit which was at once inundated by the darkly sweet syrup of erotic arousal. He gazed at Mary hungrily, not trying to disguise the hot lust sparkling in his gray eyes.
Confused and so excited that she could hardly think, Mary had to touch Al. The last whip of that kiss had yanked her stomach loose from its mooring, sending it toppling crazily throughout her body. Thinking about the thrilling sensation of her tongue in his alien mouth, mingling with his, was deliciously illicit, something that she might surely rate a spanking for from her mom - she hardly ever saw her dad, who was always away. Her hand seemed to crave to touch him, despite her uneasiness about how he may react to such forwardness on her part.
She tried to control herself, but it was futile. But when she looked at him, saw the beginnings of crow's feet beyond the outsides of his laughing eyes, saw that he wasn't angry but, quite the opposite, pleased, she unashamedly hurried to her bidden destination, wrapping her vibrating fingers around that mysteriously warm and hard thing once again. She sighed and, precisely at that moment, heard him echo that sigh. This made her laugh, and her laughter tinkled like the chiming of a crystal bell when Al joined her.
But, Ha Ha Ha, Al was thinking, I'll get the last laugh, little miss!
His hand went directly to the front of her blouse, and he began to pop - open the small buttons, starting at the top. Each time he undid a button, his heart skipped a beat. Madness! he screamed at himself, but he couldn't stop. The V of tanned, inviting skin became larger as her blouse front opened wider, and his arms and legs began to quake uncontrollably. His mouth went dry as the first rose-colored edge of her modest little aureoles was exposed. He avoided her searching, magic eyes carefully, welding his hot gaze to those twin mounds of delectable flesh that were capped so stirringly by those deep pink haloes and proud little nipples. He had felt her breasts, but he had never imagined that they would look quite so mature, quite so alluringly delicious. Hurrying now, pulled by the forces of insatiable arousal, he undid the last two little buttons and reached forward with both hands to spread that veil of opaque cotton so that he might gaze at the pleasures that were there to succor his lecherous lust.
God, he muttered silently, look at those perfect: little tits!
All this while Mary had been moaning softly, as though she were a baby crooning herself to sleep. Her mewls were sybaritic, low, hypnotic, soft, belying her obvious immaturity. Not even she knew why she was groaning - certainly she didn't hurt! But some indefinable bliss was spreading over her, a final sort of delirium devoid of pain, but joltingly alive with uncut pleasure. She would have undressed herself if he hadn't done it, she knew that. And she had to wonder why! After all, Uncle Al was rather a stranger; not an intimate of the family like mom or dad ...
Nevertheless, she knew that she experiencing a set of new thrills that was made even more delicious by the forbidden nature of their activities. Each thrill was an end in itself, leading excitedly to an even stronger rush of deep and fulfilling pleasure that she had a hard time understanding. All she knew was that she loved it! She loved touching him, wrapping her small, hot hand around that tube of meat, that mysterious sausage, and she loved the luxury of his warm, friendly gaze on her naked breasts.
"Oooh, Uncle Al, I feel so very, very fine! God, would mom kill me if she knew! We can't ever tell her - can we ... ?"
Despite himself, he chuckled. "I won't say a word to her about it, Mary. Not if you don't." This new conspiracy gave Al the shot of additional confidence that he needed. Mary was no longer his niece, she was now his cohort. The only disadvantage to going all the way with her - if she could take it - had been the well-founded fear that she might crack and tell her mother everything. Of course there was still this element of suspense, but her admission that she wouldn't tell did tip the scales a bit in favor of a sexual tryst.
He had heard of many thirteen-year-olds who had fucked, and fucked damned well, too. Somehow, his own niece seemed too young, but he was never able to shake the idea that she was beautiful, desirable, ready. Many's the night that he had dreamed of her, only to consummate that dream with the fantastic act; and he would wake up with a sticky mess of cold, clammy cum cloying to the skin and hair of his calmed crotch. Now he was living the dream, so to speak, and every one of his senses was alive and tingling with eager anticipation.
He knew that what he was doing was unpardonably salacious, lecherous to the nth degree, but he reveled in that lasciviousness as a dog rolls on a dead bird. The obscene quality of the pedophiliac incest made the experience even more erotic for him, and the sight of the half-naked little girl sitting on the bed enthralled him. Her hand, massaging his pulsating prick so demandingly, also incited him to those rare heights of arousal that few men ever know and that most can't stand.
"Mom won't have to know," Al said, smiling as he moved closer.
Just as he was about to fondle her breasts, she pushed his hand away and regarded him with such intense pathos that he was once again stunned by her. "Uncle Al, I'm only thirteen. Nobody expects me to know much and I don't know much. Like this - I don't understand what it is, but yet I do. But I want to say something. And ... well, I just don't quite know how to say it -" She shrugged and suddenly he saw a tear form at the corner of her eye.
"What is it, honey?" he coaxed warmly, "just spit it out - I'll try to understand." His hand diverted and went to her shoulder.
"I- I have the-the-terrible ... feeling that - that something awful has happened -! With this she exploded into a tempest of tears, shaking and removing her hand so that she could hide her face, and her undefined, grief, in both hands.
Moved but confused, Al went closer and cuddled her, rocking back and forth on the bed as he held her. There was a certain amount of alarm in his thought-pattern just then, because he most naturally assumed that he had done something "awful" to her, something, that she wouldn't be able to live with - at least, not with any comfort for her or security for him. "Something I - we've done?" he asked, thinking one thing and then diplomatically correcting the question.
When she was finally able to reply, she sniffed, wiped her face with her hand, and looked at him, her eyelashes stuck together by the tears. "No, Al! Not us! I just don't know what it is! I just don't know!" Her hand grasped his and she brought it"to her mouth and kissed it, then ground her teeth sinuously against his knuckles, a dreamy look in her eyes. Speaking from thousands of miles away, she continued: "I need you now. I have never felt like this. Something's wrong ... I can feel it. I feel empty inside; cold and empty. Al-?" and she released his hand and looked searchingly at him, as though to weight the-effect of her next words, "will you be close to me - nice to me -?"
"I will, darling Mary," Al said. His body was now almost buzzing with the corporeal realization that she actually wanted him.
Mary saw this clearly and her slow tears abated. She took his cheeks in her hands, closed her eyes, and leaned forward, her belly hot and runny from the anticipation of the light kiss. Her lips met his, she brushed hers against his in back and forth movements, and then threw her arms around his neck and smashed herself against him, crying out from deep in her throat as her lips ground against his so hard that she could taste the thick salinity of their mingling blood. Another cry of youthful abandon escaped as she felt his firm, cool hands insinuate themselves between their bodies and cup the incendiary flesh of her aching breasts. That pair of fondling grasps made dizzying flashes of insatiable desire well up inside her like oil from a gusher, and she wagged her shoulders back and forth as she pressed as hard against him as she could.
This time it was Al who had to break the kiss, and she threw her head beside his, whispering in a lust-hoarse voice, "yesss, oh, yesss, grab them hard, Al! Hurt me! God, how I need you tonight!"
Al had heard words like this before, but from passionate older women, never from a girl under twenty. He reacted automatically, and kneaded those breasts, panting and grunting with the effort. Her nipples were once again hard as little diamonds, and the haloes around them seemed to buzz with a cry for torture.
"Harder, oh God, harderrr!" she whispered, and thrust her tongue into his ear, trying to spear it all the way into the center of his head. Her hand frantically felt for that lump of hot maleness she instinctively knew to be his erect penis. She realized all of a sudden that, no matter what, she had to have it. She had to fuck!
"AAAHHH!" Al moaned, feeling her hand grasp him as goose-pimples by the millions marched up and down his body from her tongue in his ear. Very few things excited him like that did, and now she was once again grasping his excited prick. Able to stand it no more, he thrust her rudely onto the bed so that her bottom was aimed at him. Quick as a flash, he unzipped her short skirt and pulled it down, leaving the disheveled girl clad only in her wrinkled, open blouse and her flowered nylon underpants. Raising her, he pulled the blouse off, and then he hooked his index fingers into the tight elastic waist-band of her panties and pulled them down. She cooperated with a surprising maturity, being docile while watching him through half-closed eyes.
Her nostrils were flared and the pink tip of her tongue flicked back and forth across her parted, pouting lips in an attempt to wet them. Lying on her back, her miniature breasts were like two halves of a very large pear placed on her smooth chest, capped with halves of chokecherries. They heaved as she took gulp after gulp of air, and her wide-flung hands opened and closed spasmodically In a rhythmic, sensuous tempo.
She was now naked, and Ai's hot feasted on her nubile softness. It had been a year since he had seen her in a bathing suit, and he was quick to notice the change. She had filled out quite a bit; he didn't have to be an architect to notice the changed lines. As his eyes focused on her crotch, his breath caught in his throat.
The delicate little lips of her cunt were not framed by a modest little border of honey-colored pubic hair, nothing more than down or fuzz, an attraction that he certainly hadn't expected in a girl so young! He felt her eyes on him and heard the sound of her slow, heavy breathing. She seemed to emit a variety of electric static, an excitement that was communicated to him, and he had to respond to it as though it were a command. His hands went to her soft, flat belly and spread out there, to slip slowly down to grasp the up-thrusting bones of her pelvis. Then, with slow deliberateness, he brought one hand down to her mound of Venus, that proud little knoll that quietly guarded her pussy. A small covering of that tickling hair was already started there, and he twirled the curling gold into darker spirals, rolling the hairs playfully into ringlets. But her cunt was too exciting for him to daily; he had to explore it, He let one finger slide down, tracing a sure path toward that single dark slit.
She raised her knees and spread her legs apart, mewling ecstatically. Now he saw that her eyes were closed. This made him feel even more lecherous, since he imagined, with some dark corner of his dizzied mind, that she was asleep and he was using her in this way without her knowledge.
Far from asleep, Mary was alive, awake, aware, and vibrating. She had never felt such a glorious set of sensations in her life, and she cried out silently for him to continue, to go quickly, to touch her and feel her and squeeze her a!! over. He seemed to be the only person in life for her at that moment, the only being who could chase the dark specters from her mind. Her terror had been lingering in the shadows of her awareness, but now it was being pushed aside or away by the onrush of life's drive, sexual arousal.
"OW!" she cried as she felt that first dry penetration of his finger into the delicate folds of her tender cunt. As if to atone or at least let Al know that she didn't want him to stop, she put her hand on his and forced it down a bit, wriggling and arching up a bit to meet the next gentle thrust.
Al, sitting now between her widely splayed legs, let his finger slide slowly in between those delicate petals, savoring the moist warmth of her incredibly smooth and tight little hole. His cock was so tight that he had to grit his teeth to control an ejaculation, and his testicles screamed in the dark pouch of the now-taut scrotum for a release of his sperm. Gone were the thoughts of the failure on the McGinnis house, where the plumbers had screwed up the roof venting. The haunting face of old lady Remarque had magically dissolved from its normal place right before his eyes. His fieldwork and the hassles at the office were now as distant as so many dinosaurs turned to dust or crude oil, and he appreciated that. Business, for Al, had been hectic and trying over the last month and a half, and he was seriously considering shutting his own practice down and taking a job with some large concern - leaving them with the headaches and labor disputes. There was only the blissful moment for Al, and he honestly believed that he loved Mary as he began to fingerfuck her slowly.
"AAAHHH, YES YES YES YES!!!" she cried out, as that hot finger slid slowly in and out of her untried little vagina. Her lubricating fluids were seeping out to the tightly clasping labia and wetting his finger with pungent, tangy sauce. Her legs tensed, making her buck up to meet those intercourse-like probes. Still holding his hand in hers, she tried to accelerate him, but Al maintained his own steady pace, slithering that finger in and out of her increasingly hot and wet cuntal hole.
She writhed and undulated and gyrated under his steady manipulations, moaning constantly in a mixture of kittenish mewls and throaty groans. Is this what it's like? she asked herself, lost now to the slow rhythm and building intoxication of sexual arousal. Her ecstasy was profound, pure, untarnished, and she wished that it would never stop building, that her dear Al would never stop those good, nasty, sensuous things that he was doing to her down there! The sensitive little clitoris was being rasped demandingly by that finger, and every stroke whipped her into a new frenzy of white-hot erotic arousal, sending pulses of keen, cutting pleasure up from it to every single cell in her body. That quivering, pink nub of sensitive flesh was being treated to an excited rubbing the like of which it never expected, and Mary lay back, abandoned to the soothing yet alarmingly powerful strokes of electric sensations stealing through her like ghost rapiers.
As Al had forgotten about his problems at work, Mary had also forgotten about how she detested school, every dingy comer of it. She liked most of the kids, but she hated the idea of school. Now school was meaningless to her; she had found something to overwhelm it! She lay back, her legs spread wide, her knees up; that he was looking up at her exposed bottom while fingering her pussy was all the better! Mary was completely drowned in the warm, comforting waters of sex. Suddenly, remembering talks she had with some of her friends at school, she blurted innocently: "Uncle Al, what does fuck mean?"
He had been floating in a private world, preparing her bottom for just that very act; hearing her use the term unnerved him and he suddenly stopped and snapped his head toward her. "Fuck?" he echoed, quite involuntarily. Then, covering his chagrin, he leaned over her and smiled. "Where did you learn that word, Mary?"
"At school," she replied coyly, as though she realized that it was a nasty word. "All the kids use it," she added, by way of expiation. She smiled at him, hoping that he wasn't angry.
"Well, it's a word that means - well - like two people, see -"
"Like you and me?" Mary interrupted, nodding expectantly.
"Errr, not usually," Al continued. "But say that there are these two people, A man and a woman ... "
"Or a man and a girl -?" Her innocence was huge.
"All right. A man and a girl. Like you and me, let's say. Well," he continued, "the girl has this hole -""
"I know, her pussy!" Mary said eagerly.
"Right. And the man has a penis -" he said.
"That's what I was touching of yours. Boy, it was really big and hard!" she said.
"Right," Al affirmed, blushing hotly. He cleared his throat, raked his hand through his sandy-colored hair, and went on: "The man puts his penis into the girl's - errr - pussy, and then they move so that his penis goes back and forth in her."
"Does that feel as good as when you had your finger inside me?" she asked.
"Better, probably, but it hurts a lot at first. You see, my penis is a lot bigger than my finger," he said.
Mary giggled and covered her mouth with her hand. "I know," she finally managed to exclaim gleefully. Then, quite unexpectedly, she sat up, becoming somehow much more real to him. "Can I see your penis, Uncle Al? I've never seen one before - except in some books. C'mon, let me see it, huh? I let you see my pussy!"
Once again the air was taken out of Al's sails. He was going to show it to her, all right, but he hadn't anticipated her asking him to see it. But, he reasoned, that isn't so bad. "Sure," he said, and stood. It was late, and he was going to stay over anyway, so he merely proceeded to undress.
Mary watched in awe as he shed his clothes. She had seen her father in his shorts, and had seen lots of boys at the beach in swimming trunks, but Uncle Al had more hair on his body than any of them. As he took his shirt off, she squirmed at the sight of all that sharp, curly brown hair on his chest and belly. Then, as he unhooked the tab of his self-belter slacks, she held her breath, waiting to see that lump that was his penis. He stepped carefully out of his slacks, draped them over the back of her chair, and then looked at her.
"Ready for the big surprise?" he said jokingly.
"Yeah!" she replied, jumping up and down on the bed like a kid. Voluptuous delight filled her, but one might have guessed that she was prepared to watch her favorite cartoon show, judging from her childishly enthusiastic reaction. At that moment little Mary was exactly like a child, not an insatiable female inclined to depravity. Watching this, gauging her reaction, Al pulled his shorts down, welding his gaze to her eyes, which sparkled lasciviously as his genitals slowly became bared to her view. Now Mary had never seen an erect penis, and she wasn't even certain that she had even seen a limp one, although she allowed that she may have, on some small male baby or another. But this was sensational!
She felt corrupt and eminently degradable as that long, thick, dark-red-tipped cock was free to her view. Her mouth watered and those severe poundings commenced once again as her erotic appetite flared to prominence. She had to hold that shaft in her hand, kiss it, smell it, bring her hand back and forth on it! And that wrinkled sac of skin! It was darker than the rest of his body, like the shaft of his penis, where the skin was so tightly stretched that it almost gleamed. That sac seemed to contain two hard lumps, clearly defined in that soft, wrinkled pouch of dark, hair-covered skin. Involuntarily, as she watched, her hands moved to her small, firm breasts - where a curious fire seemed to be itching - and she cupped them, rotating her own hands sensuously.
Al watched her. He saw her tongue flick back and forth across her dry, expectant lips; he saw her breathing become faster; he saw her begin to caress her own breasts. My God, he said to himself, if she isn't the hottest little thing to come down the pike for a while, I'll be a ...
"Uncle Al, come here," she said, sweetly.
The sound of her premptorial command both amused and confounded Al, and he moved slowly toward the bed. As he approached, he could see Mary coil, as though she were a snake about to strike. Bracing himself from the cues he had received, he sat, and just then she sprang at him, her lips ovalled, her hands poised in their flight to grasp. The next thing he knew, the blood-filled, lust-hardened glans of his penis was trapped hotly in the buttery recesses of her wildly-working mouth.
"OOOHHHMMM," he blurted, groaning as his two hands began to caress the silken loveliness of her naked, nubile flesh. She was actually sucking him off, and doing a good job of it!
Even though the feeling was superb, another crept into his awareness. This one was, like that of a few moments before, grisly.
Chapter Two
Two seasoned shrimpers scanned the now peaceful night sky.
"By damn, Ollie, that wasn't no fallin' star nohow I tell ye!"
"Vell now, you yust might be right about dat dere ting, Sven! Vot you s'pose it be, den?" He scratched his grisled chin, removing his normal chiseled grin. He had heard it and seen it. A loud, sharp crack, then a whoomph! and then a blinding light, fireworks over the sea some two miles out. Flames, like palpable, yellow aurora borealis, falling slowly, some of the flames seeming to spin down lazily. On the surface, barely visible from their seining point some three-thousand feet away, were lingering fires.
They hauled up their nets, excited by the strange phenomenon, and started their motor. Ten minutes later they picked up parts of flotsam, marked U S A F. Not wasting a second now, they came up on their MHF ship-to-shore and broadcast an emergency splash-sighting. Within the hour Navy planes from Jacksonville and Key West were circling, and information was relayed that rescue boats were on the way. "Veil, Navy. I tell you by golly, dere be nutting an' nobody here to survive, I tell you dis sure ting ?"
The rescue craft came nonetheless; they found no survivors, but they did locate sufficient wreckage to identify the two aircraft involved in the mid-air. And, back at the Cape's airstrip, the flight plans indicated that the two two-place jet trainers were on a routine training flight night refresher, bound for Key Largo and an RON (remain-over-night). Two men, the flight plans showed, had taken the two planes.
Twenty minutes after the word was out, a plane captain knocked on the squadron adjutant's door with devastating news ...
"Well, sir," the adjutant explained to the civilian Cape commander, "technically there was nothing wrong with them taking their wives along with them. Many of the officers do that."
"Then why in hell didn't they list them on the flight plan?"
"All I can suggest, sir, is that they forgot to. And that's my official stand. They forgot to."
"A hell of a note, with this big shot coming up and all!"
Colonel Sturdevant glared at the nervous little civilian and sneered. Then, without further word, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the sumptuous office, slamming the door good and loud behind him. "STURDEV -" SLAMMM!
Ten minutes later an operational immediate dispatch was sent out from base communications, action: Burschville Police Department; info: AF Officer Detail, Washington.
And twenty minutes after that a squad car, carrying a grumpy but saddened police chief, wailed through the calm night on a code three to the house of the Reverend Marshal Craig, the town's Lutheran pastor. He was waiting on the curb, booze on his breath, Bible in his quivering hand. Then the car headed quickly toward Mary's home, bearing sad news. The time was five minutes till one.
Lost in hot, wet passion, Mary and Al were lying on the bed, writhing, sucking, groaning, swapped end for end. Mary was sucking on Al's pungent, rubber-like knob, wrapping her tongue around his throbbing, veined shaft, grinding her teeth playfully on everything she could reach. Her small, excited hands felt Al's gonads, slid up the hairy, moist crack between his tensed buttocks, and teased the tightly puckered ring of his asshole. She had no idea where she was or what she was doing. Sex had transformed her from a timid little girl into a carnally lustful woman of insatiable erotic hunger.
Al was similarly lost in his unnatural depravities, incited to roaring arousal by the delicious juices he was licking from the virginal cunt of his sexually-abandoned young niece. He had found her clitoris and was trying to pull it from that single slit flanged by those two swollen lips of tender flesh. He reveled lasciviously in the sinful sensation of his sensitive prick as that organ was being sucked and licked and lapped so wildly. He wanted I to buck and jam it right down her throat, but restrained himself only with the greatest of effort. She wouldn't possibly be able to take him, and he knew this for a fact. But what she was doing to him was great!
Suddenly they were shocked, terrified, by the sound of hard and determined knocking on the front door.
Al sprang up, wild-eyed, and threw himself at the chair with his clothes. Lost in panic, he almost ripped his shirt and pants getting into them, "You play like you're sleeping!" he cautioned Mary, who had crawled quickly under the covers.
Barefoot and apprehensive, he strode to the living room, snapping on lights as he went. He grumbled and raked a hand through his hair, wiped his mouth, tried to control his breathing and jagged emotions. Whoever decided to come at this ungodly hour was sure to receive a broadside for his thoughtlessness!
Then he opened the door and the blood drained from his face. His heart stopped, and then jumped up into his throat. His ears crashed like thunder and he quaked in his pants, rooted to the spot.
"Who are you?" the police asked a bit pointedly.
"Em, ahhh, well, Fin - ahhhmmm - gosh! I'm - em - Al Ronson - yeah! Al Ronson. What's the matter, officer?" He blinked and peered beyond the policeman at another, and at a preacher who stood there, looking wobbly and 'righteous.
"Are you related to the Haywards?" Now the question was very pointed, and the officer's suspiciousness wasn't even thinly disguised as he asked and peered into the light from the step.
"I'm Judie's brother, why? Has something happened? Come in. Please. My God, something has happened, hasn't it? Why's HE here?" Al asked, pointing at the preacher and frowning horribly.
"Well, Mr. Ronson," the chief said, cordially now that he knew he hadn't uncovered a criminal at work, "there has been an accident."
"JUDIE?" Al cried out, recoiling and turning even more pale.
There was an uncomfortable pause, and the chief fidgeted and shuffled his feet in a gesture of uneasiness. "I'm afraid so. Do you need a drink, or anything?" He waved his hand nonchalantly in an effort to minimize the news of the tragedy.
"Come in, come in. Sit down. Any of you care for a drink?"
Strangely, they ail did. So Al just brought the bottle and four glasses in. His hands shook, making the glasses clink nervously. His face was a death mask, pale and tightly drawn, revealing teeth behind the bloodless lips. He felt truly sick. His favorite friend, his only sister-an accident? Except for Mary, his last blood relative on earth, Was she-? After pouring he looked at the officer steadily. "I don't even have to ask, do I?"
" 'Fraid not, sir ... " The chief looked into the-amber of the drink he was swirling, and then he quaffed it down and made a loud, dry exhaling noise meant to express something like pleasure.
"And it happened at eleven forty-five," Al announced flatly, searching their faces.
"We don't know that, Mr. Ronson. What we know is this: Your sister and her husband were flying in a jet trainer, and they collided with another, evidently friends 'of theirs -"
"My God, Ben and Judie -?" he said.
" 'Fraid so, sir ... " The chief reached for the bottle. "Do you mind?" He looked at Al and even his eyes were bleary, but not from too much booze.
"Hell no. Help yourself." A! could hear his voice, but he wasn't aware of speaking. A numbness had engulfed him, chilling him, emptying him of every living emotion. "My God, both of them! What rotten luck for them!"
"If it's any consolation," the younger policeman said, "it was very quick. Chances are they didn't feel a thing."
Al pierced him coldly. "Do you really think so?" he asked.
"Well, that's what the dispatch said, sir," the younger man said, looking down.
At this, the preacher stepped forward. "Would you like to join me in a word of prayer?" he asked mawkishly.
Al's head snapped toward him. "I think not, sir!" he said, his voice now steely and cutting.
The preacher's shaggy eyebrows shot up in an expression of stunned disbelief, and he stammered confusedly and then sat, shaking his head in bewilderment.
"Mary's asleep," Al informed them. He shook his head sadly and slapped his thighs in a gesture of forlorn helplessness. "I'll have to break the news to her tomorrow. Looks like I'll be her dad and mom both, now; I'm her only relative, y'know ... "
"Poor kid," the chief said. "Anything we can ?"
"No. Nothing. Just leave now, please. I - I - this is such - whew! - please leave; I have to be alone for a while."
"I heard," she said.
Those two simple words contained a universe of bursting emptiness. Her eyes were crying drily. She just sat there and stared, her huge eyes dull, sad, absorptive. Al stared helplessly back.
Mary had heard, since she had been overpowered by curiosity. Creeping silently into the hall, she had heard every word and stood there, stunned, unable to comprehend, more empty than Al could have been. She loved her mother and dad and didn't understand death. It seemed unfair that they should be taken from her, but the police had come to say that they were. Her first impulse was to try to imagine them. They were dim. The harder she struggled to conjure up a mind picture of them, the farther into the shadowy recesses of her memory they faded. This frustrating failure embittered; Mary every bit as much as the news she had heard; she couldn't even capture their memory, or her memory of them.
Is it true that I'll never ever see them again? she asked herself. She didn't cry at all; there were no tears - the well seemed dry. Unsteady, as though walking on a billowing cloud, she made her way back to her bedroom, where she sat on the edge of the bed. Then Al came.
"I heard."
There was nothing he felt he could say, So he shrugged his face and left the room slowly, feeling his pain and hers too. How would that stupid sonofabitch know what they felt? he asked himself with bitterness that would counterbalance his grief, How would he know how long it takes to die?
What happens? Has he been there?
Before he realized it, he was drinking another drink, tears in his eyes. Judie. Sometimes a bit bitchy, but really a very fine girl Christ, only thirty-one - still good-looking, too.
A noise beside him, one which normally would have startled him, made him turn slowly. Mary.
Standing there naked, sad, forlorn. "Can I have a drink, Uncle Al -?" Her voice cracked.
Without a single word he got up, went into the kitchen, and mixed each of them a Scotch and water, with ice cubes. Long night ahead.
They sat in silence for a long time. Al's mind went back to that point in time some two hours before. He had seen it. Had Mary felt it? "Uncle Al," her voice echoed metallically in his numbed brain, "I'm scared and cold. I want my mom."
What do I say? he wondered distractedly, knowing that there was little that he could say, especially - especially if ...
His naturally inquisitive mind wrestled with a phantasm: Did Mary somehow know? Did she know and communicate it to me? Or did she communicate it so clearly without knowing? Is she, perhaps, a variety or sorceress, a witch? These thoughts frightened Al, because he had seen tragedy with definite clarity right in her eyes!
Like coon hounds on a scent, his mind began to race, barking down that dark, forbidding trail. Sweet, innocent little Mary sitting there with her knees tucked up almost under her chin, her little pussy exposed - she's not bashful. But how can she - how could she - possibly be a witch? Could she have caused it? What's the Mexican word? Chizo? A death-hex? Could she have? This nice, sweet, young, innocent thing? PAH! NO! Al downed his drink and fumbled in his shirt pocket for a Winston. He flicked his Zippo twice, forcefully, irritably, before it lit. Avoiding her eyes, he thought about his new bag of responsibilities.
She impinged. "Uncle Al, what are we now?" Her voice was once again steady, almost coolly calm. So were her eyes.
"What do you mean, 'what are we now?' " he asked in reply.
Mary thought about it. She had heard him tell the others that he would have to be her dad and mother. Does he want to be? was her first question. What'll become of me, one way or the other? was her second. Hundreds of pressing questions framed themselves, forming faster in her busy mind than she could answer them. She felt alone, even with Al, and that's why she asked, " ... what are we now?" She wanted to know. "I mean," she tried to explain, "are we together? Do I go to an orphanage like one girl I used to know? Do I live with you? Do I go to school any more? I just wonder what's going to happen to me. If you're going to look out for me, you know, don't you ... ?"
Looking across at her, Al tried to juggle the Variables and give her a quick, honest answer. He had no police record, was not a political subvert, made pretty fair money, but had a very busy life, one that hardly allowed time for a full-time daughter. But he clearly realized that it was incumbent upon him to take her in. She loved him and he loved her. What a tremendous strain It would be! But it had to be done. The tightrope of life with Mary must be walked! He snorted at himself when he wondered if Mary had any money, if Judie and Ben had bought any life insurance. An ignoble thought, he grimly realized, and chided himself for being venal at such a time. Hell, he said to himself as if finding it necessary to exonerate his base reflection, I make enough. And we 'II do all right, come hell or high water.
"You'll be with me, as far as I'm concerned. I want you, Mary. Christ, it's just you and me, now," he said.
She blinked back some tears and tried a smile; sunshine through the dark rain-clouds. "After tonight, Uncle Al, I want you, too." Silent for a while, smiling uncertainly at him, she sat sipping the drink. She wanted to bawl, but couldn't. It seemed too histrionic, too theatrical, too contrived. Her mom and dad were gone and weren't coming back, period. Now it was she and Uncle Al, just the two of them, just as he had said.
She liked that, despite the hideous nature of gladness at that time; the blood probably wasn't even cold yet. "Today's Friday, isn't it, Uncle Al?"
"Yeah. By about an hour and a half. Why?" he asked.
"They died on Thursday, didn't they?" she said.
"Yeah. Yesterday. Little over two hours ago."
"Unh-hunh. Okay." She seemed satisfied with something. "Can I make you another drink? Make myself one too? You won't make me go to school tomorrow, will you?"
"Ooohhh, you poor kid! Of course not! Put a robe or something on, will you - ?"
She had been walking toward him and, upon hearing that, she stopped immobile, rooted to the spot. Her mouth fell open. Then: "A robe? Don't you like my body, then? I thought ... "
"I just don't want you catching a cold, damn it! You're my responsibility now, and I have to look out for you!"
"You don't have to talk like that, Uncle Al, I'm not exactly deaf, you know! And you don't have to change all of a sudden, either. I'm not exactly a baby, you know! A few minutes ago I was old enough to fuck, wasn't I?" Her weight rested on one leg, and that hip jutted forward. Her other foot was forward and her hand was on the jutting hip. She glowered at him balefully.
"You're telling me not to be a pompous ass, is that it?" He almost chuckled, but the situation was too tense.
"That's it exactly! You know how I feel about you, damn it, so don't go changing and getting like some old grouchy man!"
He smiled and raised his eyebrows while handing her his empty glass. "Wear a black bra and garter belt, then; see if I care!"
"Maybe I'll just do that!" she said, snatching the glass and storming off toward the kitchen. He watched her go, his eyes hot as they glimpsed the sight of her perfectly smooth, young buttocks, those white oblongs of sensitive, cool flesh moving in an alternating pattern as she walked.
My God in Heaven, he mused, what's this going to lead to?
Chapter Three
False dawn broke slate gray at four-forty-five. Al sat in the same chair, listening to Music till Dawn from Detroit. He had covered Mary with a woolen blanket and now sat vigil, drinking and thinking. He smiled, despite himself, because she was snoring. She seemed, to him, to be sleeping a dreamless sleep, and for that he was glad. The three hours had fled by like Andretti on the grandstand straight at Indianapolis, and two fifths Of Haig & Haig like a Gurney Ford in hot pursuit. Despite the tremendous amount of booze, he felt lucid, resolute, fortified. Mary's wardship had given his sagging life impetus, causing him to focus sharply on all those annoying little problems that plagued him day-by-day.
Sitting there, he mused about the colorful great, Frank Lloyd Wright, that waggish genius who wouldn't take shit from a living soul. Wright would have cut McGinnis and Remarque down to size in no time! He couldn't wait until eight o'clock!
At precisely eight, just as he was reaching for the receiver, the phone jangled, causing Al to jump back as though it were a snake striking. It startled him, ringing on cue like that. He still had a drink in his hand, three ounces from the dead center of the third fifth, and he was good and drunk. "Hallo!" he growled irascibly, glaring at the offensive mouthpiece.
The male voice on the other end of the line identified itself as belonging to a man who worked as an insurance adjuster. He was a Leslie Jonas, and if Mr. Ronson wasn't too busy, he should like to come over to discuss certain matters of business connected with the beneficiary benefits of several policies carried by his firm on the late Mr. and Mrs. Hayward.
"You people don't lose any time, do you?" Al said to him.
"We try to be prompt," Leslie Jonas replied crisply.
So, Al put off his call to Mrs. Remarque and sat around for a half hour until the insurance man came. Several policies, hunh? he mused, wondering what was in store for them.
When he came, they got right down to business - in the kitchen.
"Our company carried a total of one hundred thousand dollars on the couple, Mr. Ronson; RCA indicates that they are -"
"RCA -?" Al interrupted.
"Retail Credit Association, sir. Anyway, there appears to be a like amount of - errr - protection on the couple, the parents of dear little Mary -"
"Never mind the sales pitch. So they had two hundred thousand in insurance. What about double indemnity?" Al was all bristles now, thinking about a cool half million, almost.
"They were protected by accidental death benefit, sir. Our company has a total obligation of something over two hundred and fifty thousand dollars - you see, Major Hayward plowed back his dividends to procure additional coverage."
How nice of him, Al was thinking, his blood running faster all the time.
"Major Hayward had the foresight to make out a will, so there should be no probate problems. You, as you are no doubt aware, are executor of that will where Mary is not concerned. That is, since you're named as her guardian, you could hardly be executor, no?"
"Whatever. What about the dough?" Al's callousness startled even him, but the small, slippery weasel-faced slicker made him uneasy. He hated all insurance men, even this one.
"The bulk of the money can be obtained immediately- that is to say, in a day or two, pending certain formalities. A trust fund has already been set up by the late Major Hayward for Mary when she achieves her majority. Meaning, when -"
"I Know, I know. When she's twenty-one ... " Al said.
By noon, the very drunk Al Ronson realized that he was also a very wealthy guardian. Ben, he realized, was not the sucker he had originally thought. He had bought plenty of insurance, and plenty of other stuff, floating it high and buying credit life to cover it.
It was looking like a half million in cash, a forty thousand dollar house, a small, inconsequential fiberglass speedboat with an inboard-outboard Volvo engine, an old C model Beechcraft Bonanza (that was hangared somewhere in Florida), a new Buick convertible, and a Datsun 240Z. God knows what else, the gradually-laughing Al pondered. By the time Mary stumbled into the kitchen, he was almost beside himself, having forgotten about the tragedy that underlied this unexpected trove.
"Mornin'," she mumbled, plopping down in a chair opposite him. She was still naked as the day she was born, and she was every bit as unconcerned about it. "Boy," she said when she looked at him, "you look rough! Didn't you sleep at all?"
Turning, she surveyed the countertop. Two empties and one almost gone. She had what she thought was a hangover, and shook her head at Al sadly.
"How did you sleep, Mary?" Al asked, careful to control his voice so that none of the excitement he had felt a moment before would seep out. He felt bad enough about being so happy just then. Mary, and all the money in the world! What a deal - but what a price to pay. He had seriously asked himself if the death of his only sister and her husband was, after all, such a hell of a price; his honest conclusion was that it didn't really seem to matter at all. This apparently heartless conclusion hurt him more than the fact of their deaths, and he chided himself severely for being a goddamned phony. More concerned with his attitude about a tragedy than he was about the tragedy itself. It was too much for him to handle, and he rationalized by reminding himself that his job was to look after Mary, and not to philosophize about attitudes toward death or gains there from.
It was obvious to Ben, he reasoned, when he bought the policies, that some money would accrue; now it was Al's job to deal with that money. Still, he couldn't help but feel guilty about his anticipations concerning that huge sum. Switzerland, Italy, France, Spain - they all beckoned to him - and little Mary, sexy little Mary, would be right at his side. In the sundeck stateroom of the SS Constitution, in the bridal suite of the Castellana Hilton in Madrid, in some pensione in Positano. And now that she sat there, opposite him, in the flesh as it were, he realized that his secret ambition had been fulfilled. He had acquired a very sexy young girl, one ready and willing to do anything, and he had more money at his disposal than he could possibly hope to spend, no matter how extravagant he might choose to be.
Playing his cards right, he would have sole guardianship of lusty little Mary until she was a ripe twenty-one, at which time he could marry her and live abroad, spending only the interest of her slowly growing trust fund. It was a nice, tidy package; only details had to be worked out, small details.
"I slept all right," Mary said in reply to his question. "Wow, what time is it, anyway?"
She had lain in bed, awake, for about an hour, pondering the possible course of her life. The sadness that she couldn't cry about the night before had stolen over her slowly, filling her so that she couldn't muster a tear once again. She ached dully, and longed for relief from that anguish and agony. Her throat was dry and raw, not from liquor, but for want of it.
"Almost one, sleepy-head. Are you ail right?"
"No, I'm not, now that you ask. I feel wretched. I feel about like you look. By the way, who was here?" She poked at some odd cigarette butts in an ash tray by her chair.
"Some insurance character. Seems your dad believed in life insurance. There shouldn't be too much problem about our surviving. Want some breakfast?"
She gazed steadily at him and bit her lips. Then, without a word, she stood and turned and walked to the bottle of Scotch. "I want some of this. You don't mind, do you?"
"Did your parents let you drink?"
"Not when they were alive, Al!" As she said that she turned and faced him, holding the squat, dark bottle by the neck.
He shrugged, and his gaze involuntarily fell to those delectable pear-like breasts gracing her top. "Well," he relented, "I guess you know what you want." She'll probably turn into a little alky.
"You may as well have a drink buddy," she said. "Dad always said that it was a bad sign when people drank alone - we don't want to have any bad signs, do we?"
"We wouldn't want to contradict Ben," Al added slowly.
All business, Mary brought the bottle to the table and sat down. She poured two tumblers full and shoved one across to Ai, looking him right in the eye. "Well, tell me. What's it looking like?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, tell me everything," she said.
"It looks like I'm your legal guardian, all right. Just need a court affirmation. You're pretty when you just wake up."
"I have to wash." She took a drink and then stared at him again, a wry expression on her young, but mature, face.
"So I look after you until you're twenty-one. We have plenty of dough ... "
"What's plenty?" she wanted to know, sipping again.
"We can live on eight thousand a month with an insured Mexican utilities investment; that's only interest."
"What's interest?"
"The money that invested money makes," he said.
"You mean that we can spend eight thousand dollars a month and still have all the money we invest?"
"Yep. In short, we're pretty well off. What would you say to Europe for the summer?"
"Do I have to go back to school this term?"
"I'll call the principal and tell him that you're too broken up about what happened to go back."
"Can I tell you something, Al?" she asked.
"Yes."
She looked down at her empty and bit her lips as she slowly filled it. "You may not believe it, but - well - I -I -"
He was up and around the table, patting her, holding her, then kissing the tears from her cheeks. Their lips met and they welded themselves together in a long, passionate, promissory kiss.
"I know, kid. Take it easy, okay? I'll take care of you."
She sniffed and smiled. "Like you said last night. Just you and me."
"Just you and me."
"Al?"
"Yes?"
"I wonder, would you fuck me now? Please? I know it'll hurt, but, well, you see, I think that it'll be the only thing to help."
She held his hand as they walked into her parents' room. A weird mixture of emotions was tearing at her, and fear was one of the strongest. She had seen his penis, had held it, had had it in her mouth. She knew, from the rasping pain of his finger, that his erect penis would almost be unbearable, but she also knew that she couldn't stand being around him for another second without knowing what it would be like to have him well up inside her. This erotic hunger was now free to soar without strictures; she could indulge her carnal desires without guilt, and somehow that thought saddened her slightly. She quickly grasped the fact that she had always equated her mother with guilt and Uncle Al with sexual liberties; after all, he had fondled her on many various occasions. And her mother had been the one-to lecture of the importance of chastity. Now that her mother was gone, the guilt was gone, leaving nothing but a bewildering openness, for Mary didn't quite know how to adjust to complete sexual freedom. She had only just encountered sex.
Amplifying the almost irreverent lewdness of their intended act was the scene: her parents' bedroom. That room had been off-limits to Mary while her dad was home. She had listened one night at the closed door, and had heard the bed squeaking rhythmically. Her mother's high-pitched little squeals of delight came to her ears, and her father's low, animal-like grunts mixed into the haze of wild, exciting sound. She had known that they were fucking, and that forbidden bit of knowledge had kept her wide awake almost all that night. Now she was taking her turn, on that very same bed, with her mother's brother, her new lover, her new parent. The degrading, licentious thrill of it made her breath come in short, shallow gasps; her knees were weak, her heart hammered, tears of fear gathered but did not fall.
She grasped Al's hand desperately and looked up at him, searching his face for some sign of love or tenderness. He understood and smiled down at her.
"It'll hurt, honey, but I'll be gentle. If it's too much for you, let me know. I'll stop. Fair enough?" he asked.
Reassured, she smiled and nodded. Suddenly her nakedness was embarrassing to her and, she climbed onto the bed, she tried to cover herself with her hands to be modest. She felt Al's eyes hot on her, devouring her, and she was terrified. "Al, maybe we'd better not; I'm scared, really!"
"All right," he said, sitting beside the bed. "Just roll over on your tummy and I'll rub your back instead." His penis was now a hotly-throbbing weapon, eager to plummet into the soft, fleshy depths of her cringing young cunt, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to veer off this time. No. She had to be persuaded gently. She had to ask, to plead, to beg. Then, aaahhh, then he would give it to her, when she was good and ready, when she was wet and hot.
He knew, at the same time, that he would have to be very careful, very gentle. One way she would dislike it and probably raise all kinds of hell; the other she would be his slave in fact as in deed. Yes, it had to be just right. "Is there some back lotion in the bathroom?" he asked casually, rising and moving off.
"On the vanity," she said, her head into the pillows, facing away from him.
He found it, returned, and poured a generous yellow puddle of it into his hand to warm it. Then he began to spread it on her lower back, right above her small, soft buttocks. Rubbing her in a slow, grindingly sensuous rotary motion, he increased the amplitude of his circles, and finally was rubbing her cool fanny, working the lubricating lotion into the soft, pliant flesh of those proud and exciting mounds. Putting more on his hand, he began to knead those oblong hills of yielding flesh with both hands, encouraged by her guttural groans of sybaritic pleasure.
"Oooohh, ooohhh, ooohhh, God, that feels fine ... "
His hands worked down into that crevice and slowly, stealthily, he spread the moons of whiteness and peered at that pink rosebud puckered out just slightly. God, how it called to him! He wanted to thrust his finger into it, gouge it wide, and then fall upon her like a Sumo wrestler, impaling her asshole with his spear like a shish-kebab. But, even in his drunken state of lifted taboos, he suppressed the urge, and merely sawed his oiled hand up and down in the warmth of that crack, sighing longingly.
The time will come, he promised himself, the time will come! His boundless arousal was being whipped to feverish extremes by the feeling of her very smooth skin, by the contrasts of warm and cool over the topography of her body. The desire burning in him made him dangerously close to rape just then, but he desisted, and continued to methodically massage her, going down into that deliriously exciting gorge a bit more each time, until he knew that he was actually caressing the petals of her labia. Having achieved this, he took even more of the balm and commenced where he had left off, rubbing her pussy so that she wriggled and groaned.
"Ooohhh, yes, yes, yes!" she said. "My God, does that feel good!"
Mary's mouth was slack and a clear stream of saliva was draining out, wetting a spot on the pillow beneath her head. She never had her back rubbed like that before, and she was wallowing in the splendid luxury that was a combination of pure deliciousness and latently erotic pleasure. Tingling demons were probing her loins with small, teasing tridents, arousing her slowly. She felt too lazy and relaxed to want to respond to lewd callings. But they were there, and she knew it. Al's hand was spreading delicious little fires of lust all over her bottom, and she found herself responding imperceptibly, with a moan or a slight shift in her position so that he might touch her even more erotically. Everything was perfect, and she knew when she slid into that whirlpool of carnality that she was, in fact, a wanton little girl. "God, Al!" she cried out, "you can! You can! But pleeeaaassse, be gentle -"
She could have bit her lips off for saying it; her mind somehow didn't want her to, but her body was betraying her, demanding that it receive the pleasure to which it was entitled. She was now shaking or, more properly, vibrating, because a sort of electrical quivering of very fast amplitude had taken over in her young, eager body. Thrills of anticipation raged in her belly and thighs, and she squirmed and cried out, lost now to the hopeless call of the most basic of all woman's drives.
Above her, Al smiled grimly. He had known, all right, and now he was preparing himself for the coup. Rising, he quickly undid his pants and threw them aside. Then his shirt followed, and he stood, naked, his proud spear jutting forward like a red-tipped branding iron. His nuts ached for the steaming release of his hot semen, and as he gazed down at the nubile form of Mary writhing on her stomach on the bed, he groaned. "My God," he muttered under his breath, "finally! God, what a lovely little creature to be stuck with for the next - mmm - how many years ... ?"
His stalk of flesh was tingling, with sensations of desire throbbing from his knob and culminating in his straining balls. He wanted to really sock it to her, open her up like a can of beans, but this was not smart, nor was it nice. Containing himself, he buttered his cock with some of the lotion, knowing that it would be a ripping fit, and lowered himself slowly between the girl's widely spread legs. He intended to take her from behind, to force his hard shaft into her slowly, while her soft buttocks cushioned his pelvis and upper thighs like two glorious pillows of flesh. That way he could control himself better, he could knead her budding breasts, and also manipulate her clitoris. His knob pressed slickly into the moist, lubricated depression at the very top of her inner thighs and he lowered himself so that he was down flush onto her.
His huge cock was about to explode. He held it, aiming it, with his right hand; his left moved up, slipped under her, and began to caress and fondle her hard but pliant tit. She moaned and he gasped, together they gyrated as he pressed the blood-bloated knob irresistibly against the tightly-clenched lips of her rift.
"Aaahhhooowww," she cried, feeling that huge, bulbous knob forcing its way into her too tight crevice. Despite the pain that shot up to her r fingertips and brain from the insanely stretched lips of her virginal furrow, she tried to raise herself up to give him a better thrusting position, doing it instinctively. Her small hands grasped the blankets and she bit the pillow in agony. Then, bracing herself, she felt that rubber-like bulb press quickly into the first reach of her orifice, sliding against her sensitive cuntal tissue relentlessly. She was so frightened that she thought she might well faint! It felt as though she were being split apart like a log into which a wedge was being mauled. Every muscle in her quivering body tensed to a steel-like hardness, and she quaked with panic's fear.
Covered with an instant sheen of perspiration, Al restrained himself, pushing forward only delicately. "Relax," he urged her, and removed his right hand now that his knob was wedged firmly into her tight little cunt. He moved it around under her lower torso and worked it down until he felt her mound. Then in and up, until he could sneak a finger into the beginning of her sensitive little slit. As his finger began to rub her screaming clitoris, he was gratified by a small cry of erotic gladness.
"Aaarrrggghhh, ooohhh, Al, yesss! Rub it harder! God, your thing hurts! You'll rip me!!!"
He massaged her sensitive little nerve end until she was almost hysterical, and he could feel her vaginal muscles working on his knob like a mouth with a million nibbling teeth of red flesh. Gradually, slowly, gently, he pressed forward, almost crying out himself as he measured the delicious progress by the tight ring of wet hotness that was beginning to flow back over his cock shaft. He looked down and saw, in the early afternoon's bright light, the darkness of his veined shaft contrasting to the blemish-free and perfectly white smoothness of her buttocks. This sight enthralled him, and he flicked his hips impatiently forward, sending the enormous shaft in another inch.
"Aaaiiieee!!!" she screamed, writhing to free herself from the brutally impaling shaft of aroused male flesh. Her gyrating undulations only served to help him, though, and he sluiced farther in, disregarding her piteous pleas for mercy. Half way in, he relaxed for a moment and gathered breath. Sweat poured from his tensed body like rain, falling onto Mary and the blankets.
"Can you take it?" he punted in her ear, lowered onto her and breathing heavily. Half the battle was won, and he knew that he still had her cherry to deal with. That, he knew, would hurt.
"God, Al; I don't know! It, hurts! You're too big!"
"Just relax, honey," he urged her again, fondling her breast softly but rhythmically. Her cunt was milking his cock just as though it were some magnificent hand of a Dutch milk maid. The sensation was the utter tops in sensual delight, and he had to remind himself that it was his niece, his ward, a young, thirteen-year-old virgin that he was in the process of deflowering. "Just relax now," he whispered again and, when he felt the tension leave her body momentarily, he lunged forward savagely, sinking his cock up into her belly so that only he remained out. His balls slammed against the blankets between her thighs, and the room's silence was rent with a blood-curdling scream that would have made a ghost turn pale. He had done it! All the way in; tight, but in!
"AAARRRGGGHHH!!!"' Shots of fiery red pain shook Mary as though she were a rat in an angry terrier's jaws. Her fingers flashed back, the nails dug into Al's thighs, and she pushed, flailing and screaming as though she had been butchered. That huge hot tube of throbbing meat was all the way up into her belly, she knew it, and it seemed to be ripping her very guts loose. "YOU BASTARD!" she screamed in agonized outrage.
"Sorry, honey," he whispered, his breath coming in audible sobs. "How does it feel to be a woman?" he lamely asked, his cock so tightly held that it was a miracle that he could even speak. He wished he hadn't ...
"You goddamn lousy fink! Jesus! Take it out!"
After wondering where a sweet little thirteen-year-old had picked up such language, he pulled his cock slowly out, reveling at the delicious sensation of her super-tight cunt. When only the lust-maddened knob was left in, he surged forward, eliciting another scream of outrage from the cruelly-impaled child.
"Ooohhh, you horse's ass you!" she cried, flailing and fighting now for everything she was worth. Her one goal was to be free of that assaulting cudgel that was stretching her pussy so that the very wind was being knocked out of her. But no matter how she cried, how she struggled, how she pleaded, she couldn't make him know. That huge, hot thing of his began to saw in and out of her pain-deadened bottom relentlessly, despite her heart-felt protests. How she hated him at that moment!
She was on the verge of fainting from the wet, hot tearing sensation that was flashing through her lower abdomen, and she firmly believed that she was ripped and bleeding. She clenched her tear-flecked eyelids so tightly that red and yellow flashes appeared in the pitch blackness of the background. That huge erection was now nothing but a searing weapon of flesh, hurting her, stretching her brutally-assaulted parts savagely, spreading anguish and agony through her. She had tried to wriggle away, but attempts at escape were futile; she could see that. So, almost spent from her evasive tactics, she slumped, relaxing and yielding to the sexual pummeling she was receiving.
As she did this, she was amazed to notice that the lion's share of pain disappeared! All she had to do was relax and it was all right! God, something else happened too! She couldn't believe it! A new pinpoint of pleasure had begun to glow in her bottom, but it was unreachably far away, remote. She strained for it, gasping and crying out. But now her cries had an erotic quality; they were soft mewls of ecstasy!
"Ooohhh, yesss, yesss, yesss," she began to hiss, gyrating and bucking up to meet the thrusts of his plunging prick. It was still stretching her vagina and pressing her vibrating clitoris flat, but this new sensation was so incredibly satisfying and electrifyingly great that she was drowning in it, covering herself with the slowly-spreading warm tide of pure animal arousal and gratification. Every cell in her taut body was beginning to respond to this slow, seductive sawing, to the licentious, lugubrious ministrations of his relentlessly-slithering cock. "GOD, FUCK ME! FUCK HARDER!!!"
Her use of vulgarities incited Al, and his fingers went to her hips, which he grasped with a strength known only to a dying man. Hoisting her up while keeping his cock still firmly wedged into the buttery depths of her. wet, pink, clasping flesh, he placed her on her knees and began a fantastic flurry of frenzied fucking, slamming it into her so slickly that his testicles slapped against the widely-splayed inner thighs with a wet, sharp noise. He was covered with sweat now so that he appeared to glisten as he labored behind her, fucking her doggie-fashion. The total lewdness of the scene was mind-shattering, and Al seemed to disengage himself from his body .and watch with hot eyes as he thrust his cock back and forth into that incredibly tight orifice. It was as though a hot of wet, pink flesh was being did deliriously back and forth over the sensitive ridges of his throbbing, veined prick. "Aarrggghhh!"
His gonads were bursting, splitting his tight and tingling scrotal sac so that it was ridged like pink-herringbone corduroy. As his explosion neared, he gasped and felt up Mary's body until he had her soft, swaying breasts in his moist, trembling hands.
"YES, YES! YESSS!!!" she cried, knowing instinctively that a crashing orgasm was upon her, Her arms and legs spasmed out of control. She began to scream. Her ass bucked back quickly in involuntary thrusts at his wetly-slithering cock. Her cuntal muscles contracted, milking his cock down forcefully. She wanted to have something from him, and worked insanely for it, motivated by a passion that she didn't even comprehend. She knew nothing about tremendous climaxes. "God!" she cried out lustily, "I'm cumming!"
At this lewd announcement, Al slammed against her and arched in a locked-on pip, tensed like steel. His nuts exploded, showering out their sticky pew of steaming semen, which shot up the now clasped and milked shaft of his male organ, only to spurt out swiftly, scalding and seared membranes high in the buttery depths of her rapidly-working cunt.
She felt that explosion and knew, in a blinding flash, that it had cum, that she had made it, because as that gush of hot, sticky cum splashed up into her, a releasing torrent of her own steaming orgasmic fluid sluiced out, caressing his cock with a hot shower of juice that made him cry out in animal lust. "Aaamooouuu!!!"
Mary couldn't believe the sensation, and thought that she was dying. Slumping forward, every tiny bit of tension and will to support herself crumbled like standing dust smashed. She fell forward in a post-orgasmic daze.
"Ooohhh, aaahhh, Goddd!!!" she said.
Al, spent and happily exhausted, fell forward on her, his rapidly deflating penis still held firmly By the rippling muscles of her slowly milking vagina. He fell into a light sleep, smiling.
While sleeping, he had a dream, a devastatingly horrible dream that he thought, while still asleep, might portend his future.
Chapter Four
Al was dreaming. He was thirty-five. Mary was twenty, on the verge of twenty-one. He could just see her, glorious, tall, proud, beautiful, statuesque, sure of herself, loving and tender. She was his. She loved him, but she had a problem. The trouble with Mary was, she was a nymphomaniac. She had to screw every man who laid eyes on her or captured her fancy. This pierced Al like a hot skewer, since he was hopelessly in love with her.
He recalled the guardianship terms. She must be kept from all obscenity, kept chaste and pure, kept from the toils of lasciviously inclined men. People were beginning to talk. Word was that a court-appointed investigator was about to break Al's guardianship. Not only did Al love her, but the trust account, through shrewd investment, had grown over that eight-year period to more than a million dollars. They were to be married.
"But, Al honey," Mary was heard to argue when confronted with her wanton behavior, "you can't satisfy me!"
He had known, right from the first, about her insatiable lust. He had known it from the first, from that time the day after her parents had died. In his dream, as a graying thirty-five-year-old, he clearly remembered that first afternoon, and tears came to his eyes. Can't satisfy her! My God! Over a million dollars riding on the consistent gratification of one of the world's most beautiful girls, and he can't satisfy her! "Aaarrrooouuu!!!" he howled in his sleep, sounding quite a bit like a lonesome, horny timber wolf.
The noise penetrated Mary's mind and aroused her frightfully.
"UNCLE AL! WAKE UP!" She roiled under his dead weight and disgorged the soft penis from her well-irrigated pussy, trying to free herself. Up, she shook him. "UNCLE AL! WAKE UP!"
He opened his eyes and started. It was Mary, and he wondered who she had just been out screwing. A sneer of evil ugliness came over his face and he was about to yell at. her when suddenly he got his bearings. Blinking, he saw that she was still that child, and not a promiscuous girl of twenty, out trying on everything in pants.
"God," he muttered, wiping the sleep from his eyes, "what a rotten dream I had! Whoof!"
"What was it about?" Mary asked, cradling his head lovingly in her hands and lap. Her slender fingers raked his disheveled hair back and she looked down at him with affectionate concern.
Gazing up at her as she was being so kind, the last traces of unfounded anger fled quickly from him and he grasped one of her hands tenderly. "My God, honey, I'm really glad to see you! I love you so goddamned much!" He sighed, vaguely remembering the horrible dream. An involuntary shudder shook him.
"There, there, lover; it's all right. I love you, too ..."
These simple pledges followed the couple through the next fun but sometimes sad two weeks. There was a funeral, a bad part. They were the only people there besides some service friends of Ben's. That it was such a small service depressed A! for reasons he couldn't quite grasp. Perhaps, he thought, it was like two old friends taking an ocean voyage, leaving only a half-dozen people on the dock to wave good-bye. But, he judged, their voyage down the River Styx would be longer than any mere ocean trip ...
Work went well for Al. He told old lady Remarque to stuff the whole project up her ass and he brought a whopping suit against the reckless plumbing contractor, who immediately vented all the runs to the rear roof plane. He cleaned up his practice, locked the door to his office, and walked away, a free man. True, they only got a hundred thousand dollars plus a thousand a month, not counting the house, boat, plane and cars, but Al invested that, and the other death benefits, at a whopping eight per cent, leaving them high and dry when the recession was making everybody else pretty depressed and broke.
And they made love. Al's penis was always sore, and Mary's pussy was rubbed raw. But they were like a pair of magnets, and even had a hard time playing it cool in public. People looked at them. This pleased them tremendously, and saucy little Mary even went out of her way to scandalize old fogy's who stared shamefully.
This new freedom and sexual gratification boosted Mary's ego significantly, and she began to bloom like a rose the morning after an all-night drizzle. In three short weeks she was a different person. Now, instead of a quiet, introverted little thirteen-year-old, dressed in dowdy blouses and plaid skirts, she was a FOX, using her nubile body and innate sensuality as a teasing too! to drive boys and dirty old men mad. She wore outrageously short micro skirts, transparent blouses with only a token brassiere, and pantyhose, one pair of which had a slit in the crotch for easy access for Al. The urge, it should be mentioned, would come upon them periodically, at times when they least expected it.
With all this high living, it didn't take long at all for them to become jaded and bored, so ...
"What say we go to Europe?" Al said one morning while they were lounging about in bed after making mad, passionate love.
"Why not?" the tart little sweetheart replied, her hand playing in the dense curls on the hair on his chest.
So the preparations were made, they went downtown and had their passport pictures taken, filled out the forms, and bought even more clothes. Father and daughter, most people thought. Al booked first class passage on the Constitution, putting out close to four thousand dollars for a round trip Sunliner Cruise in the sun deck suite right behind the wheelhouse. And, two weeks later, they embarked, in New York, and were shown up to their quarters by the thin, alert purser. Both Al and Mary were impressed.
Nobody saw them off, and Al was reminded of the funeral. He wondered what the trip would hold for him, because he remembered that dream and, to his delight and yet his dismay, Mary was becoming insatiable. They were making love almost constantly, and Al was feeling the effects. While Mary was bounding around like a supercharged ocelot, Al could barely drag himself out of bed.
And, to complicate matters for him, the words of the wardship specifications echoed in his ear. Mary shall be protected from any and all premature exposures to acts of a sexual nature, whether or not they involve her. This clause shall hold until her eighteenth birthday ... Al had envisioned the trip as a means to taper off with her, to bring their extraordinarily frenzied sexual life to a viable pitch, where they would only make love about an average of once a day. He had counted on some of the ship's programs to capture a portion of her interest, thus giving him a chance to relax.
They cast off at night, and both of them went out on the deck to watch the magnificent sight of New York's skyline slip silently by. After they passed Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty, they turned to watch the slowly receding cityscape, both of them sipping on large goblets of vintage Mumm's as they leaned on the dry wood of the large ship's aft taffrail. "Well, there it goes," Mary observed sadly as the last light disappeared beneath the horizon of watery blackness. Now there was only a hovering halo of shimmering light in the sky that marked the direction toward home.
Thrilled by the magnificence of the large boat, the sumptuous luxury of their suite, the efficient cheerfulness of the stewards, Mary was feeling quite the sophisticated little woman. Her hand moved in the darkness and covered Al's. She was conscious of the impression that she was making, and the thought that people stared at her in open-mouthed admiration made her tingle. She was wearing a very sheer Oleg Cassini pants suit, one with harem legs that gave observers a peek at her diaphanously defined, shapely young legs, and of course she was wearing no underwear. Al had chided her about that and she had knelt, unzipped his slacks, and taken his penis into her mouth, Three minutes later she stood, and Al smiled sheepishly at her. She didn't put on a brassiere and underpants. Everything was rather like that; her manner of settling their trifling arguments was what one might call "gentle persuasion."
Everything combined, in this time, to liberate Mary. Although she was only thirteen, almost fourteen, she had an outlook on life much like a woman - a sophisticated woman - twice her age. Self-possessed, beautiful, and rich, she was like a bird soaring in the limitless blue without bonds, strictures, burdens. That, and she loved Al. Smiling, she noticed that her bust measurement had increased by an inch in one month, and she attributed this fact to her blossoming with Al. There was not one thing that could tarnish their relationship - or so, anyway, she believed.
"Al, let's fuck."
God, can't she know that men can take only so much? Al asked himself disconcertedly. They had only screwed twice that day, and she had sucked him off only two hours previously. Her insatiable lust was proving to be Al's undoing and, although he loved her too, he just couldn't keep up with the fast pace she was setting. "No, babes, please ... "
Her hand pressed his. "No?" Her belly was hot, she shook, and her breath was coming hard. She wanted him desperately.
He would like to have complied, since her little pussy was so hot, so tight, so clenching; her firm little breasts tingled when he would clasp them; her nubile young buttocks would clench and then open for him. But he just couldn't get it up! "Tomorrow, honey-good God, you'll kill me ... " Now that's something that Al never thought he'd say to a thirteen-year-old girl'.
And that's something that Mary never thought she'd hear from him. Troubled, she released her grip on his hand and she pouted at him in the darkness. "You still like me, don't you?" Her excitement was now ruined, replaced by a bitter emptiness that cut into her like a hot, jagged knife.
"I love you, honey," Al averred, moving toward her tenderly, "it's just that ... I'm tired. Yeah, beat but good. How's about you going to bed? I'll be in in a while. It's almost two o'clock."
Frustrated, Mary framed several things to say, but she just couldn't utter a word. Al had spoken to the head of the school board, a nice old man named Anderson, and had achieved her release - passing at that. He had taken her out to good restaurants, to fine boutiques; he let her smoke and drink, say bad words, and he was good in bed. But she was angry. This raw emotion was tempered by her lucid realization that he was, after all, a good fellow. So she didn't say what she felt like saying. Instead, she raised herself up on tip-toes and brushed his smooth cheeks with her lips.
"Good night then," she said, and left.
A sense of emptiness filled Al as he watched her walk jauntily toward the golden rectangle of light that marked the passageway to the sundeck suites. Such a nice little girl!
Turning, he leaned heavily on the rail and finished his flat champagne. With a shrug of his shoulders, he threw the glass out into that mysterious blackness, and settled into a reverie.
He sensed a presence before he knew that someone was there. Then he heard breathing. His hair prickled up and he turned.
Chapter Five
Alice Tousley and Bobby Brookmeyer had seen the attractive little girl in the first class lounge, They were both enthralled. Alice was a switch hitter, Bobby a sex-enthusiast who really liked young girls. They had a deal. Alice was the hooker and Bobby was the heavy. Their aim was to get the beautiful young girl - at any cost.
Mary tossed and turned in the strangely empty bed; she couldn't sleep, so she threw on a shift and went out to find Al ...
Al turned and, in the dim light cast by the ports, laid eyes on a youngster. "Hello, man," the girl said. She was about fifteen, was pudgy, and had bulging breasts. Her long, black hair fell over those monumental teats, ending just short of her waist. Al got an immediate erection as she moved to him and slipped her hand onto his penis and began to rub sinuously.
"Good evening," he replied, and chuckled at his good fortune. His hand went up in the concealing darkness and cupped the lower fullness of her unhaltered breast. He began to shake immediately, lost to lascivious, prurient desire. Two people in a black universe, touching deliriously. No reason for it, as far as Al could see; but there it was. His hand moved down, down to the bottom of her jersey blouse, and then it slipped up and in without resistance. Coolness of her belly. Then up, up to those fabulous globes of youthful, nubile, soft, yielding breasts. God, what tits! Mmmmmm ...
"You're a sexy devil, man," she said.
"Who are you, little girl?"
"It doesn't matter, does it?" she asked.
"God, you have nice tits," he said.
"I dig your tool."
"Hmmm ... "
She slipped away from him and knelt, unzipped his fly, took his penis gently in her hand, placed a kiss on the rose-colored knob. Al moaned.
"You motherfucker!" Mary muttered from her place by a station not four feet away. Alice's lips were a hot, wet ring sliding up and down now on his shaft, an oral cunt suck-fucking slowly, lugubriously. Al arched back, his eyes closed. His hand went into her blouse from the top and he grabbed a tit. Animal sounds issued upward from her throat. Alice hated cock. She loved young pussy. Oh, she liked to screw all right, but she didn't like to eat guys. It was necessary, though, because she had to compromise Al and thus gain access to the child with him. And, of course, she knew for a fact that Mary was there, watching. This inspired her to lewd excesses, and she made slurping noises and moaned to infuriate Mary while inciting Al. Mary, watching, reacted predictably - mad as a wet hen! She could have killed them both - in cold blood.
Of course the whole thing was a vile set-up, and Bobby lurked in the shadows, erect penis throbbing as he watched the little girl. His salacious plan for the prurient fucking of the defenseless child was cunningly laid, and he stole like a wraith toward her, his whole body tingling with eager anticipation. He arrived. His hand went onto her arm, meaningfully. Mary gasped in fright and tore her hot gaze from the lewd scene of cocksucking and she looked at the fat young man. He warned her to silence with a finger to his lips, and then his hand came forward and now caressed Mary's lovely tit.
Her pussy went crazy, boiling over with lubricating juices. She was witnessing the depraved spectacle of her man being sucked off by a fat toad and suddenly she felt a hot hand covering her small, excited breast. She wanted to cry out, to run, but she was rooted to the spot. Another hand slipped into the waistband of her slacks; a finger made its way through the honey-colored hair of her pubic curls, pressing into the cuntal furrow of her young sex organ. The labia compressed deliriously at the obscene touch. That other hand undid the top of her suit and slid sensuously into the forbidden recesses behind her modesty and cupped a ripe, firm breast.
Mary wanted to moan, but no sound came from her constricted, parched throat. She was guilty and frightened, and angry at the same time. After all, Al was not more than a few feet from her, his cock in some strange girl's mouth. She wanted to get even with Al, but the suddenness of the new man's approach was frightening her tremendously. His hands seemed to be ail over in her, and then, the next thing she knew, she was being pulled away, down the deck, in the blackness. Now she was terrified! Despite that, she just couldn't make herself call out to Al for him to come and save her.
Al was as confused as any man could possibly be; he had just been standing there, and suddenly a strange girl comes up to him, kneels, and begins to suck his cock like her very life depended on it. He knew that the ship was something like a small city, with its own security force like a police force, and it occurred to him that they could very well be discovered. "We'd better be careful," he said, and the girl stood, her eyes strangely glazed, her breath coming in labored gasps. She was disheveled from the bout with heavy sex, and appeared, at that moment, to be insane.
"Yes," she husked coarsely, genuinely aroused not only by the taste of male sex that lingered in her mouth, but also by the anticipation of subjecting the man to humiliation. She and Bobby had a plan, all right, and that plan was now in motion. Al, of course, didn't know this, and was happy at the strange encounter. When she led him down the dark, empty deck, he followed willingly, thinking about naked sex with the pneumatic young girl who had such huge tits and such a depraved appetite.
Alice led Al to her stateroom, knowing that by now Bobby would have the exciting young girl in his adjoining one. The connecting door, of course, was unlocked. "Would you like a drink?" Alice asked when they were safely in her stateroom with the outer door locked. Now, in the light, Al could see her closely, and his animal arousal leaped to an embarrassingly high pitch. He told her that he would love a drink, and as she walked to the dresser that served as a bar, he watched her lithe, sexy body. His eyes were welded to the jiggling moons of her ass; he didn't notice that she put a small amount of white powder into the very strong Pernod and water that she was mixing for him. Before she turned, he caught a movement of her hand as she began to undo the buttons of her smooth, red and yellow jersey blouse. Turning now with the drugged drink, she gave him a view of her full, heavy, youthful breasts, shattering every bit of his resolve. He loved breasts, especially large breasts, and this girl had a set of beauties. The soft light seemed to be absorbed by the silken smoothness of the upper reaches of those two magnificent globes, advertising them to any male onlooker. "Here you are," she said seductively, and added in that silk-smooth voice of hers, "there's plenty more where this came from."
Intoxicated more by the ravishing sight of the nubile young seductress than by any amount of alcohol, Al smiled foolishly, took the drink, and belted it right down, smacking his lips in delight. "Aaahhh, whew, that was strong!" He handed her the drink and his hand went up automatically and grasped one of those soft, cool orbs of alluring mammary flesh. Alice blushed and pushed him away gently.
"Just lie down on the bed," she said, "I'll fix you another of these and then put on a little show for you ..."
Bobby wasted no time with Mary. "Did you see what my wife was doing with your friend?" he asked, realizing that his prime hole card was the fostering of jealousy and the desire for sweet revenge in the young girl. His sexual advances had ceased, and now, sitting in his stateroom with the furious, shaking little girl, he eyed her seriously. "Let's have a drink," he suggested.
"I saw - and yes, I'd love a drink," she said.
Mary also received Pernod, and the white powder. "Sugar," he told her, emptying the small packet's contents into the drink.
It hit her almost immediately, and suddenly she felt as though she was about to faint or fall over. The floor seemed to slide up into the walls, edges their definition, and everything became a slowly undulating blur. And, most frightening of all, she found that she couldn't talk. She thought of things to say, she even thought of screaming because she was so terrified, but no words would come. She found herself being led slowly to a door and suddenly her awareness returned with sharp clarity. She heard Al's voice! She tightened her grasp on Bobby's fat, sweating hand and looked up imploringly at his bland face. With a nod, he directed her attention to the door, which he opened just a crack, Looking in furtively, she saw the spectacle of Al on the bed, a drink in his hand, his long, white penis bulging upward nakedly from his lap. That same girl was standing at the foot of the bed, swaying as though she were dancing to some unheard music. As she moved, her hands began to undo the rest of the buttons on her tightly-stretched blouse, and Mary watched with a mixture of Intense hatred and burning lust as the creamy whiteness of her breasts came into view. Enthralled, she could hardly breathe, and when she felt the stranger's hands beginning to unbutton her top, she just couldn't muster the energy or will power to resist. Besides, she was hating the unfaithful Al and didn't mind at all that a man was there to comfort her. Mary almost whimpered as that blouse came off in the other room, leaving the black-haired girl's upper torso splendidly naked.
Christ, Mary thought, what a set of knockers! She felt a cool rush of air then on her own upper torso, and suddenly realized that her top had been taken off. A hot rush of shame welled up inside her, flushing her, but then when she saw Al stumble up drunkenly to the black-haired girl and take one of those mammoth breasts into his mouth and begin sucking, she overcame her shame and guilt with' a red-hot rage. As she felt hands on her small but uplifting teats she sighed and leaned back, feeling the hot probe of the man's hard penis as it pressed against her buttocks. A new feeling of abandoned depravity suffused her. Now she didn't want to fight it, because she saw that Al was leading the raven-haired girl to the bed. She whimpered as Al stretched out on his back, his erect penis standing up like some straining stalk of white flesh. And then, when she saw that fan of blue-black hair cascade over her Al's willing torso, she herself reached back to grasp her unknown companion's cock. As her small hand found it and curled around it, she almost fainted. It was gigantic! Twice the size of Al's!
Whirling to lay eyes on the incredible weapon, Mary almost fell. A little whimper escaped her lips as she saw the swollen organ, almost purple with a knob the size of an apple. Looking up at him for some sign of pity, all she saw was a determined and evil leer, and then she knew that she was trapped. "Ooohhh, nnnooo," she moaned, so terrified that she almost fainted. What happened next almost snapped her mind: He pushed the door open and shoved her into that room!
Al's head snapped toward Mary, and attempted to leap off the bed, but he was paralyzed! His mind functioned all right, and he yelled, "MARY! WHAT THE HELL?" but he couldn't muster the strength to get up. He saw an evil little fat boy grasping Mary's tits, and when his eyes lit on that horrendous mast jutting from the slit in those gray flannel slacks, he almost died. He had been discovered in a lewd, lascivious act by the little girl he loved and was duty bound to protect, and now he was seeing her in the clutches of a person who was obviously mad!
"Those drinks!" he blurted, looking suddenly at the triumphantly-leering fat girl who was now off the bed and moving toward Mary.
"You're right!" Bobby chortled, cupping Mary's defenseless breasts as Alice fell to her knees and began to pull Mary's pants down the twin models of shapely, young smoothness. God, Al couldn't do a thing but watch the lugubrious rape, desperate but incapable of rendering any assistance.
"AL! HELP ME!" Mary cried as she felt the alien touch of a Lesbian's practiced hands caressing her now naked legs. She tried to wriggle away from the fat girl's hot, demanding lips as they pressed up into the exposed cuntal furrow, but Bobby's hands pulled her back, bending her so that her mound of Venus jutted forward to receive that hungry mouth and searingly-hot tongue. "Aaarrrggghhh!!!" Mary gasped as the tongue speared into her tightly-clenched pussy with incredible accuracy.
Al watched the irresistible assault of his little ward with lewd fascination. That terrible cock loomed in his faltering consciousness like some railroad tie, and Al knew that Mary's fate was certainly worse than being sucked and tongued by a pretty good-looking black-haired Lesbian! He knew that she would never be able to take it, and the thought of that huge spear pressing against her tight, delicate little cuntal hole excited him, God, did it excite him!
"Open your goddamn thighs!" Bobby growled with unexpected gruffness. His voice and cock belied his pink, scrubbed aspect, making him something of a contradictory enigma. Horrified, Al watched as the raven-haired nymph pulled his defenselessly flailing Mary down onto the carpet, and his breath caught in his throat as he witnessed the depraved degradation that was about to take place so salaciously. The quivering little moons of Mary's white fanny were now up, open, exposed humiliatingly to the lascivious leer of the lust-crazed fat boy, and his blood-engorged penis aimed pruriently toward that never-violated crevice of exciting warm moistness. Christ, they were mean enough to aim the defenselessly-doped kid so that he could see the pink nether mouth of her tightly-puckered asshole! He wasn't going to do THAT, surely!!!
"Stop, you sonofabitch!" Al yelled, struggling with all of his might to move one of his limp limbs, but his angered entreaty went unnoticed by the lust-preoccupied couple of perverted sex-fiends.
Bobby fell on the hapless child like a ten-foot snowstorm, his hands grasping the cool, pliant flesh of her buttocks and spreading them obscenely so that tight little ring of pink sphincter was exposed to Al's view, "Ever fuck her asshole, fellow?" he gurgled degradingly.
"DONT DO IT!" Al cried, bitterly frustrated because he didn't want to have Mary sodomized, because he didn't want to witness it, because he knew goddamned well that she was going to have her anal sanctum plundered and couldn't do a thing about it. It was as though his arms and legs were made of lead, pressed by the irresistible force of gravity amplified by some drug that he couldn't fathom. It was horrible! He was helpless, watching his lover and his ward as she was defenselessly trapped in front of the man whose intentions were lewd and lugubrious. "Pplleeaasssse!" he groaned.
At this, the young fat girl got up and procured a small whip. It didn't look dangerous, but as she raised it over her head and popped it, the snap made Al involuntarily wince; he knew good and well what the evil masochist was going to do with that whip and he waited with bated breath as the whip whistled through the air and slashed across Mary's buttocks with a sharp tick.
"AAArrrggghhhhh!!!" Mary screamed as a small red welt materialized on the tender white twin moons of assaulted flesh. At that very instant, Bobby leaned forward and spit lustily on the pink-brown puckered knot and straightened while kneeling, his burgeoning stalk of lust-hardened flesh aiming forward evilly. The purple tip exuded a small drop of seminal fluid which clung to the rubbery head tenuously. Without wasting a second, he lurched forward, pressing that blood-engorged knob against the defenseless anus of Mary, and A! watched and listened in helpless horror as the knob pushed the brown-pink sphincter in and Mary screamed once more, shattering the room's silence.
"AAArrrhhhggghhh, oooooohhhhhh!!!"
The prick was just too large! But Bobby wasn't the man to overlook a virginal rectum, and he took purchase on her quivering hips and thrust forward mercilessly, disregarding her screams of intense anguish and agony. In fact, those screams only served to incite him to further lust, and they made him buck forward with renewed might. Al watched as that dark shaft penetrated into the darker crevice between the snow-white orbs that quivered so tremulously, and he swallowed. His own penis was tingling, stretching and aching as he imagined that he was pressing against that small elastic-like ring of flesh. Suddenly, as he was vicariously fucking the poor, Mandrax-drugged child in the asshole, he gasped as that tremendous apple-like knob popped into the yielding ring with an audible noise. That was followed by a quick kiss to Mary's mouth by the dark-haired vixen, a kiss calculated to cut off the inevitable scream.
The sight of that turgid member violating his poor little girl so unnaturally froze Al, and his cock stretched until it was about to burst. The shame of it! It was appalling! How could a man be such a fiend? The veined shaft was almost purple, throbbing so the eye could see that the blood was coursing through the blood-bursting weapon of lascivious penetration. Al hated the pudgy devil!
The entrance of that lewd telephone pole of pain shook Mary to the utter core! God, it hurt like crazy! She knew that the tender tissue of her asshole was being stretched beyond endurance, that she would have a permanently stretched anus forever! But the pain was overwhelming her, occupying most of her drug-numbed mind. It was like that - her body could feel everything, but her mind was such from the small amount of Innocuous-looking white powder that she couldn't struggle. Besides, she was held from in front and behind, and there was nothing the hapless young child could do! That prick insinuated so tightly in her anal canal was burning, sending lightning-like jolts of pure, undiluted pain crashing up into her body, jolts that knocked the very breath from her poor, tortured lungs. God, how could she get into a situation like that?
Bobby smiled. What a nice, tight asshole he had found! Of course, he had just known that the seductive-looking little girl would have a perfect asshole, just as he always knew how to tell about things like that. His cock ached because it was so eager to consummate the anal sodomication of this soft, innocent little child. An epicure, Bobby would rather screw one good asshole than a thousand loose cunts, and he seized on the situation gleefully, savoring the sensation of her asshole as it clasped the nerve-filled shaft of his lust-enlarged penis right behind the purple ridge of his rubbery-like knob. Simultaneously, he grasped her breasts in his feverishly-shaking hands, and savored the soft firmness and the hot, tingling sensation of her taut little nipples as they tried to burn into the palms of his sweating hands. A long, clear strand of saliva connected his desire-contorted face to the back of the impaled child, drooling down slowly from his fat, unpleasant lips.
"UUUuuuggghhhhhh!!!" he grunted, resembling a pink and hairless bear in heat. He braced himself and bucked forward, sinking his penis a further inch into the clasping channel of her nether throat. His grunt was answered immediately by another agonizing scream of astonished anguish, and Mary tried with all her might to muster up the super force required to thrust herself forward and free herself of that horribly-plundering rod of red hot steel. But alas and alack, it was no use for the poor child! She was being fucked terribly, and the pain almost made her pee. Never had she imagined such pain! Bracing herself, she knew that another thrust was corning, and her cunt and asshole screamed out in objection.
"NOW!" Bobby gloated triumphantly, and shot his cock all the way in to the hilt, so that the burgeoning tip was buried up in the very center of her tummy.
What a lewd sight!
Al couldn't believe his eyes! Was it possible?
"AAAaaarrrggghhh, ooohhhhh, God save me - ALLLL!!!"
But her cries were in vain! Bobby, the man behind her with his tremendously-huge erection wedged so firmly into her anus, didn't seem to notice. Alice was only amused, and she laughed and then parted her lips. Her mouth ground sinuously against Mary's in a hot, searing kiss, and her wet tongue darted into Mary's oral orifice like a seething branding iron or heat-seeking missile, only to loll and lie beside the other, two raspberry lovers swimming in the dark pool of Mary's saliva. The lewd lesbian sensation rocked Mary to the marrow, making her want to throw her arms out and hug the girl she had seen only a while before sucking Al's cock - her private property. The merry-go-round of sensations in Mary were too much, and she didn't know what to do. That huge rod ramming into her rectum didn't hurt now, it was exciting, but Al was there, she knew, and she couldn't let on that it felt good. After all, he would think for sure that she was a slut! Mary was too young to know how to react; her experience wasn't sufficient, so she relaxed in the embraces, and her anus accommodated to the tremendous girth and length of the plummeting penis and she whimpered from her throat as Alice the dyke thrust her tongue into Mary's mouth.
Al was watching, and he saw the two people ravaging his own sweet lover and ward and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. Watching that penis ravaging her rectum, his own erotic anticipation was high, but at that minute he wasn't certain if he could ever move again. Just as he was thinking about it, though, that raven-haired girl left Mary and came to him, throwing herself low onto the firm, wide bed beside him. Her mouth covered his erect penis wetly, taking it all the way in, and he could feel the cords of her rapidly-working gullet pressing and moving on the blood-engorged, passion-tingling knob of his stalk.
"AAAaaahhhhh," he groaned, despite the swim of lewd thoughts occupying his mind. He was watching his own young ward being sodomized anally, and he was being sodomized himself orally. but all he could do was relax and enjoy it.
Mary, upon seeing her uncle reclining on that bed, a raven-hued fan of hair spread diaphanously over his urgently-churning groin, underwent a very startling change. She heard those low, throaty animal sobs of pleasure being emitted from his throat, and she suddenly became angry. He was actually enjoying what was being done to him, while she was being skewered so badly! He didn't care a thing about her predicament! The anger swirled up from the dark depths of Mary's bowels, she snarled at Bobby: "FUCK ME, YOU BASTARD! FUCK ME HARDER!!!"
The effect of this lascivious order was manifold in the busy room. Its effect on Mary was one of ultimate stimulation, and she suddenly stopped resisting, but used that psychic force to meet rather than ward off Bobby's lugubrious attack. Bobby was naturally incited to fever-pitch lust by the unexpected expletive, and his cock began to burgeon in faster and faster, splitting wide the smooth white moons of her ass as that blood-hardened, veined member slithered in and out of the plastic-like hole that surrounded his excited cock like a milk-maid's fingers. For his part, Al almost cried out! Could that be his Mary? Was that her, asking some lardy young man to fucker her faster, harder?
He didn't want to believe his ears, but he was still unable to spring up to her rescue; those pills or whatever they had used to spike his drink were too powerful to let him move, and he could only lie there on his back and sort out the odd sensation of a hot, wet mouth that was sucking his cock so hard that he thought his nuts were going to explode. But not only that, Mary was screaming in animal delight! Why, the little bitch was liking it! Alice smiled as she sucked; she knew that both Al and the child were now firmly in their bondage, and it was going to be a long trip!
The feeling of that huge, lust-hardened rod smashing into Mary's upended anus sent thrills of electric pleasure floating through her, and she had to scream and grab the bedcovers as she received the plundering rod.
"Aaaarrrggghhh, God yes, fuck me, fuck me!" she screamed.
God, Bobby thought, she is a sexy little devil, isn't she? His hands went under her and grasped her naked breasts. The nipples were hot and taut, almost like two red-hot bearings, burning into the palms of his hands. God, that really excited him, fucking a young girl in the asshole while holding her pure, soft, pliant, nubile breasts. Never had he ever experienced anything like it!
And neither had the helpless Al! He could see Mary clearly from his vantage point, and the sight of that blue-veined shaft of rampaging male flesh that was slithering in and out of her so quickly excited him and made him feel horrible at the same time. Her mewls of animal pleasure did little to depress the rising sexuality in Al, for Alice's hands were now cupping his balls lovingly, and her mouth was on his cock like that asshole of Mary's, pink and tight, sliding up and down the excited rod of flesh in tempo with Bobby's cock that was sliding in and out of Mary's opened anus so easily now.
Al could imagine that it was he who was sodomizing the innocent young girl, that those ovalled lips so tight around his cock were actually not lips at all, but a tightly-puckered anus. The bonus for him was her fondling of his testicles, though, for she held his scrotum lovingly, caressing wrinkled sac of hair-covered flesh as though it contained the most valuable jewels in the world. This naturally made Al like her, and he could hear that Mary was having the fuck of her life. Anybody with ears could hear that, because Mary was unrestrained now. A purser walking by would have shocked, and sundeck pursers don't shock easily at all.
The pitch increased even yet! Mary was now about to have one of the most fantastic orgasms ever, and so was Al. Who were these odd people, he was thinking, who were so wanton and determined to degrade them, humiliate them, sodomize them? Why were they doing these carnal things? His question was framed and it burned in his mind like a torch, but there was no time for him to get the proper answer. First, his head was whirling because of the lewd, exciting pressure of the tip of Alice's tongue as it tried to force Its way into the tiny opening at the very tip of his sex-hardened glans. But what he was seeing, observing on the other bed was just too much! His own Mary, on her hands and knees, her cherubic buttocks being split wide by the rampaging penis of a total stranger!
He watched as that almost purple shaft of flesh would disappear all the way in, hear the wet slap of that dangling scrotum as it would connect with her creamy white thighs quivering so agitatedly now, and he would wince at her small cry of delight. Goddamn it, why couldn't he do something like that? He always had wanted to plunder Mary's rectum, but he had had too much respect feeling for the child! And now he saw that he was missing out! She was enjoying it! Well, goddamn it, Al was going to enjoy his, too, so he imagined that it was he who was screwing the drugged child delirious, that it was his own penis that was thundering .into her rectal canal, and this wasn't hard to Imagine because that mouth of the pudgy, huge-breasted young girl was once again going up and down on his penis in a fucking motion, the teeth gently grazing the lust-incited flesh, Mustering up all his power, he reached down and grasped her two breasts, holding the huge, doughy mounds of yielding flesh and reveling at the nice, large nipples as they attracted his immediate attention. If there was a combination that Al liked, it was large breasts and hard little nipples. This girl who was sucking him off so expertly had both!
On the other bed, Mary couldn't contain herself. "GODDD," she cried, completely out of control, "I'm cuuuummmminnnng!!!"
The floodgate of her orgasmic reservoir burst, ad warm fluid filled her entire being. Lost in vertigo, she whimpered and fucked back against that rod that was now spewing its hot charge of steaming semen up into the very center of her stomach. God, it was too much! She cried out and thrashed, striving for total enjoyment of the obscene climax of the unnatural sex act that was compounded by her fuzzy state of mind. But there was no denying the orgasm, and she let everybody know! Bobby let her know that he was making it, as his nuts had exploded in a manner seldom experienced. His gush of hot, sticky cum spewed up into her rectum, washing the clasping walls searingly, and as he came his hands grasped her small breasts and almost yanked them off. "YYYyyyeeesssss!!!" she cried.
Simultaneously, Al, on the other bed, was vicariously screwing Mary in the asshole, and as she cried out that she was cumming, his cargo of wriggling hot sperm exploded up from his tight nuts, racing up the length of his burgeoning penis and discharging in a mind-bending ejaculation that filled, Alice's wildly-working gullet to capacity! The girl pumped his nuts demandingly as he shot off, urging even more of the pungent broth out and into her hungrily-sucking mouth.
"Aaarrrggghhh, ooohhhhh, aaahhhh," he groaned as the release freed him of the tension that tended to break his body in half.
"MMMMmmmmnnnn," Alice mewled from deep inside her cum-filled throat as she writhed atop the madly-ejaculating uncle of the little girl she and her friend intended to gain custody of. Her body was alive with the feeling of sex, curling leg to leg and arm to arm against Al's in a hot, passionate embrace. She sucked and didn't miss a single drop.
Three hours later Al and Mary were sound asleep in the same beds. They didn't need bonds to tie them, both were sleeping soundly in a drug-and sex-induced haze.
Chapter Six
"Good morning, there!" Bobby said to Al, smiling broadly as he stood beside the bed, a goblet of champagne at navel level.
"OOOooouuuwww, my head!" Al groaned, brushing the sleep from his eyes with the backs of his hands. He immediately wondered what had actually happened and then, with brutal clarity, it all came back to him! That was the man who had screwed Mary in the fanny! Springing up, his head slammed back at him like a hammer. God, did he have a monster hangover! Then he saw Mary, sound asleep with the black-haired girl who had sucked him off so wonderfully the last night. His body twitched suddenly and he once again gazed at that evil, effluvient man, hoping against hope that he was wrong about what he had guessed.
As though answering telepathically, the man, Bobby, smiled down at Al and spoke. "Oh, no, nothing like that! Good God, not when you have such an - err - engaging little thing to play with! I refer, of course, to your ward, Mary."
"How do you know about all that?" Al asked, sitting up now and frowning. Nobody aboard ship knew about their relationship.
"My good Mr. Ronson," Bobby began, offering Al a pack of cigarettes, "I took the liberty of making some telephone calls last night. I certainly hope that you don't mind. Now, as I see it, you stand to lose a goodly piece of change, not to mention the lovely senorita, if word of last night's episode should happen to reach certain ears."
Al was now keyed for the duel of wits that he had anticipated. He pulled a cigarette from the package, calmed himself, became aware, and lit up. After blowing a blue plume of smoke into the air, he sat forward and regarded his erstwhile host tentatively. "So?" he asked, trying to find out just what this stranger knew.
"Well, according to the terms of your legal contract as guardian of Mary, you're to protect her from certain - err - vices, shall we say. Now then, last night you rather faulted on that one, wouldn't you say?"
"You asshole," Al replied, trying to anger the seemingly imperturbable marshmallow man.
"Indeed I am an asshole, my friend! You'll know just what an asshole I am before this cruise is finished!"
Al was now feeling better, and he decided to push. "What's your game, sport?" he asked, edging off the bed. His nudity didn't bother him at all even though, under the circumstances it would have.
"Well, If you really want to know, I want to toy with your daughter - forever."
"You HAVE to be kidding," Al said, "My friend, Bobby Brookmeyer never kids about kids. Nor about money. Now, why not get some clothes on and relax? I can see that you have ideas about violence; don't bother, please. Have a drink instead, or we can call down for a breakfast tray if you prefer."
The calm, assured manner of the strange man bothered Al, and he wondered how the man could be so sure of himself without a weapon or something. Al surveyed him narrowly, anger building in his stomach. His arms and legs were tensed to spring, and he saw that Brookmeyer noticed. The short, pudgy young man only laughed.
"Like I said, Mr. Ronson, I wouldn't try anything violent." Brookmeyer walked casually over to one of the large chairs and sat down, adjusting his red and black satin smoking jacket. He pressed a cigarette into a long, silver holder and lit up with the flame from a small silver butane lighter. Then, still smiling cryptically, he sipped on his champagne and regarded Al over the rim of his glass, his pig eyes puckered with suppressed glee. "Now, if you want, sir, we can discuss this like two adults, or else you can play wounded water buffalo and race around, breaking things; I really don't care."
The character was annoying Al, needling him, and Al was about to tear across the room after him but something in his mind told him to relax, bide his time, see what the game was. "How do you intend to - mmmm - possess Mary, may I ask?"
"Quite simple," Brookmeyer said, waving his hand flippantly, "she'll cooperate, you'll cooperate, and I must just be here - can't you understand that -?"
"And how do you expect me to cooperate?" A! wanted to know. The outrageous suggestion that he would participate in a lewd, degrading plan such as Brookmeyer seemed to be suggesting was the farthest thing from his mind, and he was tempted to laugh.
"Well, first off, I can force you to, through the primitive medium of blackmail. You see, there on the bedside table I have a small but potent stack of Polaroid prints that were taken by an unnamed confederate last night. I believe that Judge Edgerton would be greatly interested in your antics and in Mary's. True, the old blackmail-by-photograph gambit is weak and crude, but you have to admit that it is effective." Now his smile was sickening.
Trapped by his own inquisitiveness, Al reached over to the small stack and picked the photos up, holding them gingerly. He didn't want to see them, but had to look, and when he focused on the black-and-white glossies the breath caught in his throat. God, it was him, and that girl sucking him off; right in the next bed was Mary, being screwed in the ass! Al saw that the pictures had been taken from some point behind him, most likely from the adjoining door - the one he had come through initially. As he looked at them his rage built and he trembled; finally he tore the pictures up and flung them onto the floor, scowling and turning to the devious Brookmeyer, who was laughing hysterically.
"Many more where those came from," Brookmeyer informed him, walking to the bar to pour some more champagne. "Like a glass?"
"You incredible bastard!" Al muttered, taking a step toward the bar. The manner of the man, his superiority, was enraging, and Al seriously thought, at that moment, of wringing his neck.
Just as he was about to strike the man, Mary called out. "UNCLE AL, DON'T!!!"
He whirled and saw her standing there, naked, her eyes wide with fear. As soon as he looked at her, part of his anger was replaced by awe. She was still the most magnificent creature that he could imagine. And he couldn't stand the fact that she was now standing there, lewdly naked, before the hot, puckered eyes of that criminal. "Put something on, Mary!" he commanded, and turned to scoop up his clothes.
But Mary just stood there, her arms on her hips, her legs apart. There was a strange look in her eyes, one that Al had never seen before. Was it anger, too? "I won't put something on. Furthermore. I'm not leaving. You leave."
These words caused AL to turn pale. It was as though his very spirit drained out of his body. Could he have heard her right? "Wh - what ... ?"
"I said, you leave. I saw what you did last night, out on the deck - with Alice here! I wanted to go to bed with you, and you wouldn't. You made me go to bed alone, and you told me that you'd be right in. And then you just stood there when she came to you - you allowed her to play with you, you dirty bastard!" Her face was flushed, a high red, and her voice was quivering and breaking. Two crystalline streams of tears flowed down her cheeks.
Al stuttered and mumbled, and his confusion was increased by the chortling issuing from the fat Brookmeyer. "But, you also horsed around, for Christ's sake," he accused, standing now only in his boxer shorts. "You let him screw you in the ass!"
"YES!" she cried back at him, "and damn it, I ENJOYED IT!" She glared at him, her eyes shooting out sparks of pure hatred. She had enjoyed it, and as she recalled the fantastic feeling of that huge, hot veined member slithering into her, thought about those two hands grasping her cool but excited little breasts, a sudden surge of new sensuality swept through her, and she ran to Brookmeyer and knelt beside his chair. His hand slipped over and raked her long, blonde hair, and then he took a small handful and pulled her head gently, smiling down at her.
"That's my baby," he said, and chuckled as he looked at Al.
The bitter frustration tearing at Al's guts made him shake, and he stared at the spectacle of his brazen little ward as she sat on the carpeted floor beside the unwholesome character. What can she possibly see in him? Al wondered. And is it all over? It just can't be! No! Mary was his ward, and he had to protect her! "Mary, get up and get this instant!" he ordered, pointing at her and glaring angrily.
"I WILL NOT!" Mary screamed back, hunching even harder against the chair beside her. She grasped one of Bobby's hands for support.
"Hey, what's all the racket?" Alice called from the bed. She sat up, her huge breasts naked. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and surveyed the room with a frown.
Seeing her like that, Al suddenly remembered how good she was last night, and this rising tide of salacious desire conflicted with the raging anger that shook him. Yet his eyes seemed to be welded to the generous body of the nubile and pneumatic youngster, and he wondered what part she had in all of it. Was she as evil as that man beside Mary? God, who else was involved? Who was it who took the pictures? Al was boggled in puzzling questions, and the total impact of the conflicting emotions was making him sick. It's true that he was-unfaithful to Mary, with this black-haired young girl who was sitting there naked on the bed, and Mary would probably still be his girl if he'd have been loyal. But, as a direct result of his waywardness, she became involved in a horrible scheme that Al had to solve, and solve forever. Question upon question formed on his lips, but he couldn't utter one of them. All he could do was mumble as he shrugged into his slacks and shirt. "Mary,'' he finally managed to say, "get dressed now - we have to talk!"
"That's all right, Mary," Bobby said, "you get-dressed and go with Al here - we'll see you later, hunh?"
She looked up at him and her face was still hot and wet. But she nodded because she saw that she could come back. Mary wasn't crazy about the pudgy man at all, but she was furious with Al, and would have to use an ape to seek revenge. The total backlog of her good experiences with Al seemed to be negated by what she had seen out on the deck last night, and she felt like a woman spurned, It was the first time she had experienced such total hatred, and it occurred to her that she could get back at him effectively using her own budding sexuality. This notion came to her from the dark depths of her intuition, and she began to smile evilly as she rose from her place. She strutted to the chair where her clothes were, and turned to face the group.
Her eyes met Al's, and she knew that she was tearing him apart inside. She jutted her pussy mound out, spread her legs, and cupped her breasts, determined to be as lewd as she could so that she could get back at him. There was quite a bit of burning guilt welling up in her, but she was determined to overcome it, to teach Al a lesson that he would never forget.
Al, watching her lascivious display, shook with uncontrollable anger. He wanted to lash out, slap her, make her put her clothes on and go to their stateroom, where he would chain her to the bed for the duration of the trip. Why had they decided to take the trip at all? It had all started out so badly! He knew for a fact that something had happened that could never be rectified, but he was determined to do his best to control the brash young girl.
Bobby and Alice watched the display of pure, unadulterated hatred with glee, and Bobby's occasional chuckles were like a wedge of ground glass that drove them ever farther apart. He knew that he was in control of the situation, and his abrasive humor worked with relentless efficiency. The game was his, and the delicious flavor of victory in his game filled him. He thought that it was going to be a wonderful trip.
Little did he know that the young girl was going to use him, to play his own game on him, to score him off eventually, to nullify him, wipe him out thoroughly. Mary's thoughts about Alice were about the same, only more intense. She hated Alice as only a woman can hate, and she covered those uncharitable feelings as only a woman can. Mary knew that she had really grown up in only one night, and now all the ugly, vile, treacherous aspects of adult life pressed in on her. She felt betrayed, and the answering moves occurred to her intuitively, easily, naturally. She was going to get. her revenge on all of them!
Slowly she dressed, bending forward to step into her underpants. She was going to work them, give them a show, and as she dressed she could feel the-electric tension in the air, tension from both A! and Bobby, whom she knew to be watching her hungrily. She wanted to tease them, and dressed slowly, seductively, and then, without a word, when she was finished, she went over to Bobby, kissed her finger, and pressed that finger to his lips. Then she smiled sweetly, turned to Al, and said, "Come on, lover."
Al interpreted this as a good sign, but his confusion was such that he could hardly think rationally. He wanted to be out of there, though, and without a word, he followed her out into the brightness of the passageway, where people were milling around, chatting in small groups, eyeing them with ill-concealed suspicion.
Mary smiled as though she were the happiest person on earth as they made their way to their stateroom, and she nodded to some old ladies and wished them a good morning. It was one o'clock, and they were scandalized. She knew it, and derived an evil joy from the mock respect she paid them. But she knew that they didn't have any call on her life, and that they were just old gossips anyway. Her total program was now one of deception, and she was eager to practice with anybody. When they reached the stateroom, she went in first, hurried to the bed, and then turned to face Al.
"I suppose that you think you're going to spank me or something," she said, her tone one of utter assurance.
"I've thought of it," Al began, but she cut him off.
"I wouldn't try it if I were you," she snapped, hands on hips. "I know the terms of your guardianship, mister, and you don't show me shit any more. You blew it last night, man, and now you're going to pay and pay through the nose!"
"Why, you little brat!" Al began, but she laughed at him.
"Ooooohhhh, shut up! You so much as lay a hand on me and I'll blow this whole deal wide open. Man, you'll spend the rest of your life in jail, and you know what I'm talking about. Just be a good little boy and maybe I'll keep you around for a pet or something."
Al knew that she had him, and he squirmed and wriggled, trying to think of some way to regain mastery. There was no doubt about it, she could go to the captain of the ship if she wanted to, and he could exercise his right as a civil authority and throw him right into the brig. There was a police force on the ship, and he couldn't escape. Nothing out there but sparkling blue water, very deep and very hungry No escape. He eyed the child and sighed. "Mary," he said, "I'm sorry about last night. Good God, I'm only human."
"Do you really think so?" she countered, and moved toward the bathroom. She was shedding her clothes since she felt filthy and wanted to take a good, hot shower. "By the way, do you mind getting out of here while I bathe? Your eyes bother me."
"For God's sake, Mary - can't you listen to reason?" he asked, terror of losing her rampant in his shaking body.
"I can listen to reason, but not nonsense." She paused and turned to look full at him. "You know," she went on, "I can't stand you. I don't know how I ever liked you - you worm."
"For Christ's sake, Mary, I admit that I screwed up last night! God, I made a mistake and I'm sorry, but can't you see that it was a set up? I mean, they had it all planned."
"Very possible. They knew more about you than I did. Now, if you don't mind, will you play shepherd and get the flock out of here?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Play alligator and haul ass, man. You make me sick. And hear this, fellow: I'm going to do what I want to do and I don't want any interference from you, understand?" She glared at him and that red-hot hatred shot from her eyes.
Stunned, Al stood rooted to the spot. He didn't know what he could do, but he knew that he wanted to get back with Mary, to be her man again. She was so beautiful! She had shed her top and was standing there naked to the waist, her little upturned breasts white and inviting, capped with small wild strawberry nipples. Al wanted to run to her, throw his arms around her, kiss her, throw her onto the bed, feel her body Under his, make love to her, get over all the horrible business at hand. "Mary? Please?" he begged.
"Out!" she snapped.
Al couldn't stand it. He ran to her and tears sprang from his eyes. His heart pounded with furious abandon as he clutched her small body to his, and he tried to press his lips against hers.
"STOP IT!" she screamed, struggling away from him. "ISH! DON'T TOUCH ME, YOU VILE CRUMB!"
His hands grasped at her naked upper torso and he was delirious with desire. "God, Mary, you have to let me!" he pleaded.
"Absolutely not!" she snapped, tearing herself from his hot, trembling hands. He nauseated her, and the very touch of those hands sent shivers of disgust coursing through her.
Crushed, Al moved away. "God," he said, looking up, "what can I do ... ?"
"I'm not God," Mary replied, "but I'll certainly tell you what you can do!" She glared at him and then went into the bathroom, slamming the door so hard that it almost came off the hinges.
Hopeless and helpless, Al went to the bar and ordered a series of drinks. He was brooding, and avoided all company, of which there was plenty. He was sick to the core, and puzzled the situation, wondering how he could get rid of Bobby and Alice and subdue the rampant Mary. He couldn't believe how hard she had become, and 'the blow to his ego was too much for him to bear. To be put down by a young girl was incredible, and he tried to wonder if he could possibly live without her. God, she was good' in bed, and he wondered what the sleeping arrangements would be. Would he have to sleep alone, to spend nights thinking about her. about Mary, sleeping with someone else, fucking someone else, letting other hands enjoy her smooth, young body, letting other tongues explore the buttery depths of her throat, the tangy, pungent, delicious recesses of her young pussy? He thought of suicide, but the thought of jumping over the side and suffering a slow, gagging, watery death only made him more upset. The more he drank, the more upset he became, and he finally tossed a crumpled ten-dollar bill on the polished mahogany of the bar and ambled off to his stateroom, where he hoped that he would see Mary, be able to talk sense to her.
Mary washed slowly, letting the hard spray of hot water splash over her body, massaging it like thousands of tiny fingers. She soaped, washing all the past from the surface of her body. As she lathered her smooth young body, her mind was seething with anger and racing as she thought about all the sexual adventures that were now open to her aboard ship. My God, there were hundreds of men, all of them sexy, all of them available!
After her bath, she applied her make-up carefully, so that it didn't look like she was wearing any, and she selected a very short micro, a skirt of red vinyl that was nothing more than a wide belt, and she decided to wear her transparent blouse without a brassiere.
Determined to humiliate Al with every cell of her body, she left the stateroom and strolled onto the afterdeck, where she leaned over the taffrail and watched those who were using the swimming pool on the deck below. The sun was brilliant and hot, burning down on her, and the salt air invigorated her. But, despite the fine conditions of the day, she was the huntress, Diana with her bow, and her eyes roved constantly until she fixed on one likely looking man, a fellow in his mid-forties. Obviously a sport, the man wore a Tattersall vest and Harris tweed sports coat. Even though it was obvious that he was a businessman of some sort, he wore his hair long, and exuded a general air of flippancy. Mary didn't care too much for him, but she knew that he would be the easiest man around, so when he glanced her way she smiled. He walked over to her.
"Hi!" she said to him as he approached, and she turned around so that her back was against the rail, her nubile young breasts tenting out the sheer material of her blouse.
"Good afternoon,," he replied, his eyes fixed nervously on those prizes that were covered so transparently by her filmy blouse. He was obviously nervous, because he had first seen an attractive young girl and when he went to her, he saw that she was much much more than that. His penis began to fill and his groin suddenly burned. Mary knew the effect she was having on the man - the expression in his eyes was all too obvious. She enjoyed the sense of power that pervaded her, and she suddenly knew that there was nothing like sex to draw a man along. This one was nothing much to look at, but still it was exciting to string him along, to manipulate him, and Mary felt outrageous. "Let's go to my stateroom and play," she said, knowing that the statement would probably make him faint.
"That man I saw you with yesterday - is he your -?"
"He's my friend, let's say," Mary replied, and she started to walk the thirty feet to the passageway.
Mark Carstairs followed, his palms wet, his heart thumping. Was it possible that the seductive little girl was going to try to seduce him? he wondered. Of course he had seen her around, walking with Al. She had disturbed him, and he felt a sharp pang of guilt as he first imagined fucking her. After all, his wife was right beside him when his penis reacted to the thought. Mark Carstairs was just an average man, one who would think about making love to a very pretty young girl with soft white skin and a perfect shape, but he was hardly the man to flit about parks, candy in his car, thoughts of luring children into his car for illicit sex lurking lewdly in his mind, no.
No, he would think about seducing a girl, like any healthy man might, but he would never have gone all the way. But this was different! He knew that the girl beside him, walking with such grace and self-assurance, was going to seduce him! Imagine his excitement, then, when she slipped her coo! little hand into his as they entered the wide central passageway! She smote him with a hot glance, sparks of pure, provocative sexuality shooting heatedly from her twinkling green eyes. Mark quivered with delight as the well of his arousal began to overflow. God, I just know that she's going to go all the way with me!
Mary was feeling more spiteful than sexy, but yet the anticipation of fucking a total stranger again caused her to shake too. She was bent on a seduction of some sort, anything lewd and starkly lascivious to hurt Al, who had hurt her. She was fighting a battle for her freedom from Al, and was going to prove to him in no uncertain way that she was the boss, that she was going to run things her way. She would show him that she would have sex with any man she wanted to fuck, as often as she wanted to. And her sexual desire was strongly developed, both by her intimacy with Al and by the fantastic sex she had participated in the previous night. Now she was on the threshold of her first adventure, about to take the first step in her plan! Her pussy was clean since she had taken a very thorough shower in anticipation of her lugubrious adventure. Now, thinking about offering that pussy to a total stranger, she quivered even more, and her grip tightened on his hand. She smiled at him.
"We're almost there," she said, and hurried him along.
Flashes of erotic excitement shot through Mark Carstairs. He could even smell that she was sexy, and she seemed to be several degrees hotter than normal. He wondered, noticing that, if women really do get hot. And then he thought about his wife, Caroline.
Fat Caroline, who couldn't even cook Campbell's soup without burning it. And she was cold in bed, lying there beside him like some dead hippopotamus. Caroline's pussy was enormous, and Mark often had the feeling that someone else had stretched it out. Yes, he thought that she was fucking on the side - how would it he possible for her to be so passive, almost frigid,-otherwise? As he thought about his wife, his guilt about what he was about to do with the young girl vanished, covered by a hot, liquid seething of anger because he was convinced that Caroline was toying with other men when he was away from home.
Why, she might be screwing some young man right now! This aggravating thought obviously bothered him, just as it would bother any sane man. It added to the burning glow inside him, and by the time Mary stopped before- the polished mahogany door of her sundeck stateroom, Mark's knees were weak. His breath was coming in short, shallow drafts that he had to try to control. Now a sheen of cool perspiration had sprung out on his forehead, and he wondered sharply, as she opened the door, if she was a hooker, a prostitute, a common little slut who would want money.
As though she were reading his thoughts, Mary hurried him in and whispered, "Don't worry about a thing, please; I just want you."
She did want him, but she only wanted to use him, to be fucked by him so that Al would see it and be more hurt than ever.
Mark didn't know this, so her reassuring whisper had a very good effect on him, even though he knew that it was hard to believe that such a gorgeous little girl would like him, want him, find him attractive enough to go to bed with. He thought about her, about the freshly washed, youthful appearance of the shiningly beautiful nymphet. Her golden blonde hair hung like a cascade, framing her smooth, attractive face perfectly.
God, how old can she be? Why does she want me? These thoughts plagued Mark for only the briefest of moments, because Mary didn't give him time to ponder all the problems she could see were vexing him.
"Will you play with me?" she said, her insouciant voice like butter and honey.
She pressed close to him and her slender arms slid around him erotically. She grasped him through his shirt, her arms under his sports coat. That bulge of hot hardness that pressed against her belly excited her, and she rubbed playfully against it, searching his bewildered eyes for some sign of acceptance. It did matter to her that he liked her a little bit; it would make their sex more enjoyable, And, by now, she had decided that she did like him, even if he was a bit hesitant.
Suddenly he took her in his arms and, with animal abandon and furious passion, he smashed his mouth against hers in a searing kiss, sending his burning tongue into the soft, accepting depths of her sweet mouth. A low groan of sensual pleasure escaped from Mary's throat as she yielded to that burning kiss, and a passion that she had never experienced 'jolted her with volt-like shocks of sexual electricity!! God, was she excited all of a sudden!
And Mark quivered and shook uncontrollably as she melted into his eager arms and returned the kiss with a ferocity that he couldn't quite believe. She nipped his lips and thrust her tongue back and forth into his mouth as though that oral organ were a penis and his mouth a wet, ready cunt.
"OOOooooohhhh, mmmmm ... " Mark almost fainted as her hand slipped down and grasped his bulging member through the material of his woolen flannel trousers. Her hand began to pump that blood-filled instrument deliriously, and he had to pull away and break the kiss, gasping, because he was honestly certain that she would make him come in his pants, and that would be very embarrassing!
One other time, while at a party, a woman there had grabbed him like that in the front hall while everybody else, including Caroline, was in the den listening to records. He had wanted that woman, and while they had kissed, she fondled his penis until he ejaculated in his pants, and then, when she was ready to go out into the night, he couldn't. He certainly didn't want something like that to happen again! What man would, after all? So, out of breath and shaking from the sexual assault, he pulled away and blinked down at her.
"God," he murmured, "what's this all about?"
"I want us to make love," Mary declared with girlish simplicity. She smiled brightly up at him and the pink tip of her tongue flicked back and forth across her sweet lips, inciting Mark to new levels of unbridled lust. He wanted to know this girl physically, to suck her pussy until it was drier than dust, to thrust his penis into her. God, the passion racing through him made him quake like a leaf!
Mary's pussy was already a burning cauldron of sexual fire and juice,, and she grasped Mark's hand and pulled him to the bed. Then, after guiding him so that he sat on the edge of the wide, firm bed, she smiled down at him. "Will you undress me?" she asked, moving close in between his widely spread legs so that her thighs touched the inner muscles of his legs.
Mark lost no time, and he undid the buttons of her blouse in shaking haste, almost choking from his own excitement. As her small, white breasts were clearly revealed under the opened blouse, he reached for them and grasped them, rolling the youthful buds of her pink nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Her flesh was cool to his touch, but yet it seemed to vibrate madly, just as though every cell was coming alive under his lust-shaking hands.
Mary relished the fondling, and she leaned back, closing her eyes. "Aaaahhhhhh, yesssss, do that," she groaned, sending her hands into his salt-and-pepper hair lovingly. Something about this man excited her tremendously, and she didn't know what it was; perhaps, she thought, it was that he was a total stranger, a man she had never laid eyes on before, and a man who was now indulging in intimacies with her young, hungry body.
There is always a greater thrill in having sex with a stranger than with someone you know too well, Mary reasoned, and she abandoned herself to this man's wildly caressing hands, losing herself in the delicious whirl of illicit eroticism and animal lust. God, what wonderful things his hands were doing to her and for her. She wished that it would never stop, and suddenly her spite vanished, and Mark became a real man to her, a man capable of the most deliciously wonderful manipulations of her eagerly excited young flesh.
She swooned as she felt his fingers leave her breasts and move down to undo her micro skirt. God, she didn't have any underpants on under that short, short skirt, and she knew that that fact would probably excite him tremendously.
Mark undid the button and pulled the zipper down. That metallic whine seemed to fill the room, to echo in his ears, and he feasted his eyes on her belly as the short dress descended. No underpants! He gasped as her small, modest triangle of honey-colored pubic curls came into view, and his mouth suddenly went dry. Excited beyond belief, Mark pushed the skirt forcefully down and drank in the sight of her naked youthfulness, so smooth arid tempting, so white and pure, so virginal, so exciting.
His hands went around the smoothness of her hips and he grasped her cool buttocks, pulling her to him. She stepped out of the colorful little puddle that was her skirt and went to him, offering her pussy which she knew he wanted to kiss.
His tongue darted onto that soft, moist tangle of butter-blonde curiiness and delved into the first hint of her cuntal slit.
"OOOOOoooooohhhhh, Godddd!" she cried, once again clutching him as she felt that hot, sexy penetration of her cunt by his hot, probing tongue, How delicious! How satisfying and sexy! She wriggled against his face, grinding her mound of Venus against his cleanly shaven chin ecstatically, lost to the world in her own enjoyment of the lewd but scandalously delicious sensuousness.
The taste of her fresh, young cunt made Mark's head spin, and he held her buttocks tightly, grinding his fingers into that smooth, pliant pair of oblong moons of inviting flesh. He brushed that moist, quivering pair of cuntal lips with his lips, and his tongue worked up ever higher, into the folds of her hungrily demanding vagina.
She tasted like pure, fresh sex. and the sensations of his experience made Mark whimper with pure joy. He had never eaten a woman - or girl -- before, and the sensation was too wonderful for him to imagine. His testicles were responding to the unexpected delight of this sensual meal, and his scrotum was tight and ridged, encasing as it did his two nuts which were so full of eager sperm that they were about to explode. God, how he wanted to come, but he couldn't do it like that!
Thrusting her away again, gasping again, he said. "God, let me get undressed!"
Mary was about to fall over, and she threw herself onto the bed, exhausted but eager for more. "Hurrrrrryyyyy!" she cried, shuddering because of the sudden cessation of his oral fucking.
Mark wasted no time, and in less than a minute, he was on the bed, swapped head to tail with Mary, who accepted his huge penis into her mouth eagerly. She turned and threw a leg over his shoulder, wriggling her pussy down against his hot, sucking mouth. The taste of his bulbous glans enthralled her, dizzied her, made her crave all of it, all of that huge, hot stalk of veined male flesh.
There was something about his penis that made her want to impale her own head on it, and she bravely depressed her tongue to the bottom of her mouth, took a deep breath, and pressed it in until she felt that smooth, hot flesh slide by her ovalled lips and felt the bulbous knob slip beyond her mouth and past her tonsils, into her throat. She was mad with desire, and when she felt the sex-moistened hair at the base of his cock with her lips, she knew that she had done it, she had taken him all the way in!
And Mark's tongue responded. He couldn't believe that the young girl had actually taken his penis all the way in, and that thought, the knowledge that she actually had, made him want to tongue her out like she had never been eaten before. He located her clitoris, that buzzing nub of excited flesh, and he fucked it with his tongue, sucked it with his lips, nipped it with his teeth.
"AAArrrrggggghhhh," Mary screamed with her throat full of that sinuously burgeoning prick. It was filling her, satisfying her, but the feeling of his mouth working her responsive clitoris so expertly made her lose herself in a mad rush of pure sexuality. That tongue seemed to be aflame, spreading the fires of her own desire like some torch of wind. Her thighs pressed tightly against the smooth face between them, and she began an instinctive undulating movement, grinding her pussy down as she began to bring her mouth back and forth over the pungent-flavored skin on his lust-hardened penis.
Mark's manipulation of her pussy with his mouth and tongue was driving her insane, and as she felt the slow progress of his finger into the hot, moist crack between her buttocks, she wriggled back a bit, hoping that he would do it!
That finger traced a slow, sexy path toward the tightly puckered brown-pink knot of her anus, and as it arrived there, he pressed against the sphincter-flesh until that elastic ring yielded and opened to accept the pop as his finger entered those dark, warm recesses. God, did he love that feeling! Everything was so fine! First day out, and already he was engaging in beautiful sixty-nine with a fantastically good-looking young girl!
Perhaps they would be able to make a love affair of it! But he was interested more in the moment than in the future, and so he concentrated on eating the delicious pussy so graciously offered to him for his pleasure. And his pleasure was also the feeling of that mouth on his penis, driving back and forth, back and forth, tightly over, his lust-crazed member so perfectly. The teeth just grazed the flesh of his pulsing member as she sucked him off like this, and he tried to catalog the experience, fearful that he might forget one tiny detail of how fine it all is. He also wondered how he could enslave the child.
God, wouldn't that be good? Having such a wonderful, clean little child around. But what would he do with his wife? This, of course, was a cosmic problem for Mark, just as it is for so many men, but once again he turned his mind to the business at hand, and he stretched sybaritically against her nubile, young form, drinking in her soft smoothness with every pore of his lust-incited body.
Abruptly, Mary pulled away and cried, "God, FUCK ME!"
And that is precisely the minute that AL approached the door. As he heard the lewd demand from the lips of his wayward ward, he blanched and staggered against the bulkhead. Oh, Jesus, is she screwing somebody? He broke out in an instant sweat and trembled with empty dismay. He knew that she was, and it took every bit of strength in his deserting body to keep from bursting in and attacking that sexual assailant so lasciviously sprawled out on her young, inexperienced body. How could a man take advantage of a young girl like that? he wondered. But he knew, and very stealthily, he twisted the knob of the door and pushed it slowly in, peering toward the bed.
His worst fears were realized when he saw Mary struggling to get under that man. God, his cock was huge, and much darker than the pure white skin of Mary's inner thighs, and Al trembled with a sick hatred when he saw her small hand grasp that huge penis and aim it toward her pink, peach-fuzz-lined cuntal lips. He wanted to cry out, to burst in, to attack and save Mary, but he could hear her mewls of feline pleasure, and he knew that she was actually enjoying the lugubrious rape. And that's what it was, Al thought, as he caught a glimpse of the man; and just then he saw that enormous, apple-like bulb of the man's glans press those delicate petals of coral flesh apart and sink just a bit into the vaginal hole.
"Ooooohhhhhh, Goddddd," Mary cried, and she began to buck up and down furiously in an effort to take more of that wonderful rod of pleasure into her sex-aching belly. She wanted all of it, and right away, and she writhed with wanton abandon as Mark bucked down and forward in a hasty attempt to quickly satisfy her unspoken demand.
Her pussy was tight, like a wet, hot fist grasping his cock, and he slid in as far as he could go; then he pulled out and pushed in again, grunting and groaning his obvious excitement. That tight little cunt of hers was wonderful, and it clasped his dithering cock slickly, sending thrills of unmitigated lust coursing through his entire body. It was as though his muscles were all electrified, because suddenly they began to spasm as a direct result of his own erotic excitement. He thrust in and out, trying to dig deeper into that wonderfully hot little sleeve of her contracting vagina, and the mixed scent of their lubricating fluids wafted up to him, making his mouth water for a kiss. He branded her again with a passionate kiss and they both cried out as a major orgasm rushed over them.
"AAAIIIEEEE'E,. SHIT! I'M COMMMMMIIIINNNNNGG!!!" Mary cried in erotic abandon, writhing and clutching at the man as she bucked against his thundering cock.
It made Al whimper. He eased inside the stateroom and watched unseen and unnoticed by the wildly fucking pair. He watched that enormous prick bury itself into the hair-lined slit, he heard the wet slap of the scrotum as it hit her buttocks, he too could smell the mingled scents of cologne, perfume, after-shave lotion, and sex. They made a dizzying m�lange of aromas, and Al's heart was breaking as he realized just how much Mary was enjoying that sex with a man he had never even seen before. He knew that he had lost her, and the realization cut him like a chainsaw.
Mark was there. His testes were no longer able to contain their filling of eager sperm, and he groaned and arched, tensed like a bridge of steel, as he let go, releasing that gush of hot, sticky cum so that it raced up the bottom of his wetly wedged prick and shot out of his tiny slit, to inundate her vaginal membranes with that steaming gush.
"AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!" he cried, releasing more searing semen than he knew he had, It seemed that he was emptying his very spirit and life into the wildly flailing young girl, and her vaginal muscles were contracting on him, squeezing him lusciously, milking every last drop of cum from his spurting prick.
Mary cried out in her own ecstasy and her terrific release came at exactly the same instant as his. She flooded his burgeoning male member with her own steaming gush of orgasmic fluids, her fingernails digging deeply into his back. The intense red delirium of her climax shook her to the core, and she cried and whimpered, lost in that hot tidal wave of sexual gratification, God, did she make it!
And Al stood there, leaning against the door, his eyes wet with hot tears of deep remorse. He knew for a fact that Mary was no longer his, and the grim realization cut him to the quick. His unhappiness was something that not even Byron could have known, and he thought about the easy escape, death. After all, what would life be without his little sweetie, who was no longer his at all, but who was now a wanton slut. Just then his eyes met Mary's, and she threw him a crooked smile, an evil little half-smile that told him more than a thousand words could have.
"Mary?" he asked.
Mark jumped up and off, shocked that someone had been there to see the whole lurid episode. Now guilt feelings flushed him again, and he was panicked. He saw Al, recognized him, and swallowed hard.
"Get out of here, you asshole," Al commanded sharply.
Mark sprang from the bed, gathered his clothes, and dressed hurriedly, eyeing Al all the while, vigilant for sighs of violence.
A minute later he was out of there, and Al and Mary were alone.
Mary lay on her back luxuriantly, playing with her cunt as she contemplated the furious uncle who had just been chagrined by her.
"Well, big man, did you enjoy that?" she asked.
"You little bitch," he replied, and moved toward her with his hands ahead like grasping talons.
Mary shuddered, but she tried to maintain her supremacy ...
Chapter Seven
He was going to kill her as he advanced slowly. But when he saw the look of innocence in her troubled eyes he relented, sat on the edge of the bed, and sobbed quietly. He was licked.
Mary knew it. She had humiliated him completely, divested him of his last vestige of pride and "ownership." She knew that she didn't belong to him; the days of slavery were over. People just didn't own other people any more, and only those who believed it were the fools! She didn't feel like she owned Al - in fact, she didn't want to own him! She didn't care who he fucked, who he spent the night with - and that realization hurt her tremendously. It had only been two days before that she and he had had such a beautiful relationship. Now, as a result of his infidelity, she knew that she was doomed to a life of wanton speculation, hunting for some man to fuck, to sleep with, not wanting - all the while - to ever know him, really know him. This unhappy prospect made her want to cry, but looking at Al, she restrained that urge, and covered it with a hot hatred.
Narrowing her eyes, she said: "Get out of here, you turd!"
"Good Lord, Mary," Al began, "why can't you forgive me? I admit that I did wrong, for Christ's sake. What more do you want?" He looked at her and his hand moved forward slowly to touch her leg.
She jumped out of reach, "LEAVE ME ALONE!" she cried, furious that he would even try to touch her. "Don't you realize that I could have you arrested?"
"For what, for Christ's sake," Al replied angrily, "for loving you?"
"Exactly. That's against the law, and you know it! You can't love a thirteen-year-old; that's illegal, And, boy, what a hell of a jail sentence they'll hang on you if I squawk!"
"Mary, listen. I give up. Just tell me, what can I do to bring us back together? Please tell me ... "
Mary almost cried, but she fought back the rising tide of sadness and loneliness that welled up inside her. "God, Al, I don't know," she said, her voice breaking and pitiful. "I just don't know. I was sexy about you once, but after last night, well I just don't see how we can ever be together again. Really, I'm sorry about it, but I rather think that I hate you, do you know ... ?"
"But why, for God's sake? You've made it twice now, to my once. Shit, isn't that good enough? Aren't you satisfied with that?" he asked.
She looked at him balefully. "No, Al; it isn't good enough, I'm sorry, but the war is over for you. Like I said, you blew it," she said.
Incredible emptiness filled both of them. Both wanted to cry, neither quite could. Both actually wanted to touch and make up, neither quite could. Both realized that it was over, neither quite wanted it to be. Their sadness was heroic, their stubbornness monumental. And so it was that Al stood, looked at her and shrugged pathetically, and walked out of the room, utterly despondent, utterly crushed.
Mary waited, tried to control herself, but broke down and sobbed for an hour. After she was through, she went into the bathroom, examined the swollen and red upper lids of her eyes, and took another shower, so depressed that she thought that she could die on the spot. She realized that her freedom was a will-o'-the-wisp, a ghost at noon, a hoax. It wasn't freedom, but aimless floating, senseless promiscuity, homelessness. But then, as she remembered the fine fuck she had received from the stranger, she busied herself with the pleasant task of washing herself.
The shower shot hot pellets of stinging water down on her wretched body, and she tried to wash away all the foul hurt that was wrecking her so mercilessly. She didn't know what to do, but being honest with herself, she had to admit that she just didn't love Al any more. That was all there was to it! She wanted adventure and she craved security - there seemed to be no compromise. She cried again, silently, mingling her hot, saline tears with the fresh hot water from the shower, and she asked herself what she could possibly do.
Al, standing out on the deck, squinted as he gazed out at the seemingly limitless expanse of blue, slowly heaving water. Morbid thoughts of self destruction possessed his mind, and he fought against them like a gladiator - he didn't want to die. God, he loved his little Mary, loved her more than life itself. But she was cold to him. Distant. She didn't care any more.
Her words echoed. "I'm sorry, Al ... War is over. Blew it."
He tossed his cigarette over the railing and watched as it tumbled down through the clear air and hit the water. The trumm-rumm-rumm of the huge Fairbanks-Morse diesels was faint, but it plus the hiss of the water cutting itself by the black hull drowned out the noise that cigarette made. Al shrugged philosophically. Piss on it, he said to himself, but he knew that he was crippled by Mary's rejection, Sure, he had succumbed to the touch of another woman. Most men might, after all. But she had more than doubled the score, that score. She had screwed twice, in his presence both times.
Jesus, did it hurt to watch that, to really know. But, he reasoned, that's the way life is. You think that you have a woman, and you find out that she was only faking it, that there 'was never really anything, that it was all a cheap, tawdry sham. Absently, he lit another cigarette, gazed out over the sharp blue swells, crested with wind-flicked white foam, and cried internally, ashamed, guilty, alone. If it would be possible for a man to kill himself by will power, Al would have died on the spot. But it doesn't seem possible. He knew that he'd have to submit to her anarchistic brutality like some serf, and with that realization, he walked slowly to the bar, where he saw Alice and Bobby occupying a booth. They called to him and, what the hell, he strolled over to them, with nothing to gain, nothing to lose.
"Why so glum, chum?" Bobby asked, smiling up brightly at him.
Al frowned at him, glanced at the sexy Alice, and slid into the booth opposite them. He crushed his cigarette out in the ashtray and looked over at Bobby, scowling. "Why did you do what you did last night?" he asked, gazing steadily at the cherubic young man.
"Get serious," Bobby replied, his cheeks gleaming clean pink. "Listen," he continued, motioning for a steward as he spoke, "if she really did love you, she wouldn't have flipped, right? I mean, if she loved you, she would have accepted that piddling little deal with Alice here for what it was. So accept the fact, your relationship was shallow, not really worthy, not anything you could call lasting."
Those words burned into A! as though they were chiseled on the marble of his mind like an epitaph. He knew that the devious young man was speaking the truth, but he wondered how come he was so unworthy to love or be loved.
And, still in the stateroom, Mary wondered the same thing. She was troubled by the rejection she had suffered at Al's hands, and she wondered why he would be unfaithful to her. Looking at herself in the full-length mirror, she asked herself if she wasn't a fairly interesting, well-shaped girl. Her only answer was yes, because she knew, without being snobbish or narcissistic, that she was, in fact, pretty and well-formed. What was it then?
Why had Al chosen to make love to another girl? This bothered Mary, and tears welled up in her eyes once again. An infinite sadness filled her; she longed to be with Al again, to experience the thrilling touch of his soft, gentle lips. She wanted him and only him, would do anything to have him back, to give him all of herself, to open her warm, hungry legs to him again. She wondered why she had been such a complete idiot, why she had burned her lover off so badly.
Well, she mused, her eyes brightening, I can always go back to him, tell him that I love only him, ask him to forgive me! Sure, that's what! Hurrying, she applied her make-up just the way she knew he liked it and then she went to the closet and selected a very pretty little dress that she knew he was particularly fond of. In fifteen minutes her tears were gone, her heart was singing, and she hurried out into the bright sunlight in search of her own lover, Uncle Al.
Al sat and moped, slugging down one French Seventy-Five after another, trying to drown his sorrow. Alice was now alone with him, trying her best to cheer him up. Now Alice was devious, all right, but she was nothing like her cohort in wholesale seductions. She knew that they had really harmed a beautiful relationship, trampled a love in the mud. Since Alice had once been in love herself, she understood what heartache Al would be going through. But none of her well-chosen words of comfort made the slightest dent in Al's morose frame of mind.
And it is true that Al felt bad. His world had come down on his ears, crashed down like a mountain of dust. It was over. All those wonderful nights with willing Mary, all those wonderful, short nights of excitement and love were at an end. A worm. She couldn't stand him: hadn't she said so? There was nothing? There had never been anything? Never could be anything? The words that Alice was speaking so softly went in one of his ears and out the other and, without any explanation to her, he slowly rose and ambled drunkenly to a dark corner of the saloon, where he sat alone to drown his sorrows.
He had only been there for five minutes when one of the waiters came over to his chair with a card, "Pardon me, sir, but there is a - errr - woman who would like the pleasure of your company."
Al glanced at the card. Riva Hollingsworth. "All right," he replied, flicking the card onto the table before him, "send her over."
"Very good, sir," said the waiter, and he floated away into the gloom of the almost deserted bar.
A moment later, quite unexpectedly, a voice murmured in his ear. "I've seen you and I know who you are ... " It was a low, rich voice, the voice of an opera contralto, a voice cultivated in ultra-rich schools like Vassar, in communities like Scarsdale and Scottsdale, Monaco and Madrid. It was a comforting voice, a soothing voice that cut right into Al's guts like a sharp saber, a voice that actually smelled like money and honey, happy, nasty, sophisticated, mature sex. He looked at the possessor of that wonderful voice and as he saw her, he fell back into his chair. Then, smiling sheepishly, he tried again and managed to stand.
"You're - you're Mrs. Hollingsworth?" he asked, stepping slightly away from her as though afraid.
"Yes, the Hollingsworth aspect is correct, lover, but it's MISS. May I join you - errr - Mr. ... "
Al introduced himself automatically, but his eyes betrayed the fact that he was thinking of other things. They burned holes into her, sparked like filings flying from a grindstone turning. She was a redhead, tall, statuesque, dignified and yet sensuous as a black panther. Her clothes were expensively casual, her rings and bracelets in quiet good taste. Her face told him that she was in her middle forties, her body belied the fact, saying that she was in her middle twenties. God, the grace!
She moved like a mixture of sleepy Siamese cat and established royalty. Her smile was devastating Al, sparkling from that smooth, beautiful face, from those delicious ripe segments of fruit that were her delectable lips, displaying teeth even, white, perfect. Her hand reached over as she sat, covering his smoothly, demandingly, sinuously. The scent of her, of her body and of her perfume, wafted across to him, making his nostrils flare, making him inhale despite himself, inhale until his chest was expanded full. Her green eyes were deep, interesting pools that offered untold delights, speaking in a sparkling language that only a man and a woman can share wordlessly.
He heard beautiful, clear tones of music. His stomach became tied up in knots. He began to tremble and sweat. His rout was complete; he knew that this woman, whoever she was, had smote him but good. She was more of a woman than he had ever seen, and his eyes came to rest, like two lazy but hot eminences, on the creamy white swells of her breasts. They rolled luxuriously into that shadow-darkened crevice between those orbs of comforting softness, wallowing shamelessly in erotic pleasure.
Al, who thought that he would never be sexy again, was suddenly turned on like a light, as though he had a switch that she had managed to discover so fortunately. He had been discovered, but he wondered what the deal was. Why did she want to call him "lover?" Who was she? He didn't want to know. Loving her incognito seemed so much more exciting, but the desire to devour every part of her, including the mystery of who she was and what her past was, were too much for him. He broke, and shook himself from his reverie of sensual appreciation, asking, "What can I do you - ummm - for you?"
She smiled and squeezed his hand, "Hollingsworth was my late husband's name, I'm therefore a widow, Al - a lonely widow."
"Sorry to hear that," Al lied, taking purchase on her hand. He massaged it, kneaded it demandingly but gently in his hand; he wanted her to sit beside him, not opposite him, so he could put that wonderful hand on his penis which he had firmly believed would never get hard again. "Would you like to sit beside me, Riva? I can call the steward if there's anything you want ... "
Moving over beside him easily, with fantastic grace and sensuousness, she said, "Anything I want, you can give me - but I would like to join you for a drink. I can see that you're down and so am I, y'know." She paused and looked at him full, searching his face and eyes, a slight smile playing on her gorgeous face. "Is there anything - anything - that I can give you, my friend?"
Al pressed her hand down on his bulging, hot penis and she pressed her full, soft breast against his arm.
Oh God, already? Al was thinking. God, am I a fickle shit or am I a fickle shit? Christ, the blood isn't even cold yet, and all of a sudden my blood is boiling! Fantastic thrills shuddered him as he experienced the easy acquiescence of the righteous woman's sublime body. She grasped his cock and held it, moving her hand up and down on its excited shaft until Al thought that it would burst for sure. Her breast was unfettered by a brassiere, and was soft under the thin jersey of her mode House. It was captivating, and every fiber of AI's body was tingling at the touch.
Now this was a woman! She was no fickle (Ugh, he thought, that word!) little girl. Her eyes held him as though he were a sparrow, entranced by the glittering eyes of a hypnotically captivating snake, Yes, he said to himself, this one has been around the block all right, and she's dangerous as hell! She can get to me, and no shit about that!
He sniffed at her neck arid smelled the undeniable scent of money. It was a minty smell, and it was tender, even if legal tender. His tongue flicked out and brushed the lobe of her ear, wetting the black star .sapphire earring that was piercing her ear. She groaned and responded by squeezing his prick demandingly, meaningfully - he knew that he had found one of her hot buttons. God, the smell of sex was rising to his nostrils. He couldn't believe his fantastic good luck. 'He suddenly thought about Mary, about his guardianship, about the treacherous but logical Bobby and his friend, Alice of the large breasts and flowing black hair. What to do about them?
How could he accept the caresses of this woman, when Mary's life was being threatened so lewdly? What lascivious plans did that salacious pair have for dear Mary? Well, M concluded, who really gives a shit? I mean, didn't she burn me off? Didn't she tell me that there .was nothing any more? Now all I have to do is be a guardian; she's told me that she doesn't want me for a lover. Sure, I loved her. So what? She's told me that she doesn't want me any more. God, what a bring down! Oh, hell; she can't bring me down, not when I have someone like Riva!
"Psssssst!" AL hissed, and a waiter materialized.
"Sir?"
"Two French Seventy-Fives, please," Al said, not bothering to move away the slightest bit from his new woman.
"Very good, sir," the waiter said, and floated away into the gloom. A moment later two goblets filled with Napoleon brandy and vintage champagne were placed noiselessly on the table. After receiving a nod of acceptance from Al, the waiter slipped away, never to be seen again by them.
They were too occupied with each other to notice fixtures like other people. Al found it hard to believe that the gracious woman liked him, but the working of her eager hand assured him that there was some reaction of sex that she was experiencing. She had unzipped his fly as the waiter brought the drinks, and her cool hand sped into the steaming cavern of his trousers, to delicately caress his throbbing male organ. God, when she touched his gonads he almost came!
Smelling her hair again, he sighed audibly and whispered: "My god, what a good deal for me to meet you just now, kind lady!"
"What a good thing for me, sexy man! You know that I've been looking at you, don't you?"
"I honestly didn't know, Riva. I know now, though. Cheers!" He lifted his glass and held it. She lifted hers and clinked.
"To us, then."
"To us, then, Riva," he said.
They drank deeply, their eyes locked together in an embrace bespeaking sexual complicity, and both knew that their relationship was going to be worthwhile, long, and beautiful.
Mary's panic was increasing as she scoured the first class areas of the ship. She couldn't find Al anywhere, and every second away from him was bloody torture. Now she was running. She had thought for sure that she would find him in the bar, and she had gone there three times. Not once did she see him, nestled in that dark corner, his hand cupping Riva's full throbbing breast. She had gone to the afterdeck, where they were making pastrami sandwiches, but there were only the gaudy, dowdy assortment of people who couldn't join country clubs so they came on cruises for something to talk about.
He was not at the pool, drinking from the poolside bar. He was not in the first class lounge. God, panic rushed over her as she envisioned him struggling in the waves, having jumped overboard! She had to get rid of that thought, but it possessed her evilly, haunting her every following second! Now real terror captured her, and she walked sullenly to the first class bar again and, although only thirteen, she ordered a bottle of champagne which she sat and began to drink. The crackling wine dulled her cutting unhappiness, and in a moment she began to look around idly.
That's when she saw Al.
Al and Riva managed to build, in the short space of fifteen minutes, a relationship that both knew to be valid. He examined her, looked closely at her, and had to admit to himself that she was, indeed, the prime example of feminine perfection of all time. And, she told him nice things. Like, she told him that she was crazy about him, and wished that she could spend the rest of her life with him, be the mother of his children, be the only woman in his life, having him being the only man in hers. Al's heart was ready to burst. He was down, and she brought him out of his horrible depression. She was being kind to him, and she was telling him that he was worthwhile, beautiful, nice, handsome, attractive, manly. All the things he wanted to hear, needed to hear.
It was like a resurrection for Al, and he felt like the greatest man on earth, until ...
Chapter Eight
Until Mary came.
Mary saw. She saw and a new spring of searing hatred and hot frustration welled up in her, infuriating her. The same old shit! God, what was wrong? Wouldn't Al ever learn to behave himself? Didn't he know that she loved him, wanted him all to herself? But something inside her told her to be cool, to act the part of the young daughter. Her fevered mind was racing as she approached the unsuspecting pair. "Hello, Uncle Al," she said, standing with her fingertips pressed against the polished rosewood tabletop.
Al was jolted, and he tore himself away from Riva in rout. "Why. hello, Mary; this is Riva, a friend of mine," he said.
So I see, Mary thought, but she said, instead, "Pleased to meet you, Riva." She extended her hand and shook with the seated woman. Then she called the waiter to bring over her champagne.
"So you're Al's niece, are you?" Riva asked, trying to be friendly despite the fact that she considered Mary's arrival a true imposition. Her voice had a slight edge which Mary caught, Al didn't.
Mary had taken an instant dislike to Riva, because Riva's presence was such that the woman was overwhelming. Mary knew that she couldn't compete with her, on equal terms, and her mind worked like a computer, trying to find a solution for the problem. Basically, there were two problems: Al and Riva. She had seen Al fondling the disgustingly attractive woman, obviously enjoying her body. And Mary had thought about how it all felt; she could remember the times when Al would fondle her like that; she could remember how good it always felt. She was seething. Goddamn rich-bitch, she was thinking, listening to Riva talk to her condescendingly.
But Riva also knew something. With her well-developed woman's intuition, she knew that Mary and Al were more than just uncle and niece. She could feel the tension, like the air was alive with some static electricity. She reveled in it, because she had played her share of woman-woman games before. The fresh young girl who slipped over on the other side of the man she wanted did represent a threat, because she was young, gorgeous, sexy. But Riva wanted Al. He was a man who she knew could satisfy every desire in her life - and she had enough money so that he could spend all day at it. No man of hers would ever have to work, except in bed, "Dear Mary," she said, looking around their common property, Al, at the young girl, "how long have you been drinking champagne?"
"Why do you ask?" Mary asked icily.
"Well, you seem so - aaah - young, dear."
"Listen," Mary said, really frigid now, "do you know who I am?"
"Why yes, dear. Why do you ask?" she said.
"I was just wondering, Riva honey; do you think that you're as good as I am?"
"Why, but of course I do!" Riva responded, mirth in her voice.
"Well then," Mary stabbed, "perhaps you'll have the charity to treat me as an equal?"
This upset Riva, being snookered like that, and she began to remonstrate. "Why, when I was your age ..."
"You never were my age, Riva, and you never shall be. Now, if you don't mind, would you leave my guardian and I? We have things to talk about." Destroyed by the sudden encounter, Riva looked to Al for help. "Do you want me to go, Al?" she asked, her voice betraying her sadness.
Al looked at Mary, frowning his disapproval of her sharp tactics. "Riva can stay, Mary, and so can you. Please be charitable yourself and don't ... "
"Oh, shut up, you bloody fool!" Mary snapped. "Can't you see that I love you?" She broke out into instant tears and grasped his hand, rubbing it on her wet, soft cheek.
Now Al was really confused. One woman on either side, both with different prizes to offer. Of course Riva was more exciting, because she was new. But, on the other hand, Mary had close to a million dollars, tax free, and she was sexy. She had come around, had confessed her love, and Al thought that he would be foolish as hell to give up a deal like that.
Bobby and Alice happened into the bar, and they saw the trio. Bobby blanched. "Good God!" he exploded, and his voice carried to that table.
"Robert!" Riva said, "come over here this instant!"
Dutifully, Robert sulked over to the table, his face downcast.
Al and Mary gawked, open-mouthed.
Riva looked at them. "Oh, do you know my first son? He's a naughty boy, really. His father, you know. A real bastard, if you'll forgive my French." She smiled and then turned her attention to the pudgy young man approaching. "Robert, what are you doing aboard? You're supposed to be in school - Harvard, wasn't it?"
"No, mamma; Princeton. I couldn't get into Harvard, remember?"
"Well, actually, I'd quite forgotten, Robert. And here's Alice! How nice to see you again, Alice. You're putting on weight, I see."
"Hello, mamma. No, not much weight, I think. You're looking good, though. Where are you bound for?"
Riva cast a glance at Al's who was frowning and holding Mary's hand tightly. "Well," she said, "at this stage I don't know. Wherever the ship goes, I suppose ... "
Riva was chattering with Bobby and Alice when Al nudged Mary. "Excuse us for a while, Riva, will you please?"
"You'll be right back, won't you?" she said.
"Certainly, Riva," Al replied, and he was careful not to put his arm around Mary's waist as they walked out of the bar and to their stateroom. Their closeness said everything that had to be said ...
Chapter Nine
Ah, their reconciliation was sweet! They almost ran to their secure stateroom and, once inside, they began to throw their clothes off, burning with erotic desire and passionate eagerness to melt together in love's fervent embrace.
At was shaking, quivering with animal arousal, and his spirit sang like choirs of masculine angels. God, did he almost screw up again! Sure, he admired the svelte and lovely Riva, but there was that foolish vacuousness about her. Imagine a mother not even knowing what school her son was going to! And imagine a son like the low-principled Bobby! My God, the young man was a monster, a lewd pervert dedicated to glutting his own lustful hunger at the expense of anyone!
And the burning little Mary smiled grimly as she thought about handling that woman so well in the darkness of the ship's cool bar. She wanted her Al back, wanted to be true to him, and didn't want to share him any more, not ever again! She was now going to lavish sexual delights on Al so that Al would never again stray! How very important it was to her to be loved, to be something steady, a love object of more than passing worth. She knew now that there was more to it than merely sex. Hadn't the lugubrious Bobby shown her that? He had just wanted to toy with her, satisfy his own salacious and morbid sex drive with her young body, nothing more!
What on earth could be more base than that? she asked herself while pondering it earlier, while thinking how wrong and unreasonable she had been with the man she really loved, Al. Now, peeling her clothes off quickly, she was thrilled to believe that they would once again hold each other in a hot and passionate embrace, consummate their unique love as it should be done. All that other business was unfortunate, she told herself. She glanced over at Al and saw that he was stepping out of his blue satin boxer shorts. He had won!
"Hurry," he urged her, leaping playfully onto the large, firm bed and jumping on it excitedly.
She saw that his penis was fully erect, filled to bursting with last-thickened blood so that the wiggly veins seemed about to pop their purple-sided walls. As he jumped, she had to laugh! His cock jerked up and down whimsically, like some animated toy of rigid flesh. Holding her hand to her mouth, she tinkled with laughter so that her fine voice sounded rather like a happy breeze in light wind-chimes. God, was she relieved to be back with him!
"Damn it," Al groused good-naturedly, "will you stop laughing at me!" He jumped harder now, beginning to laugh himself as the sudden release of that terrible tension came undone. Yes, it was nice that they were back together, that they could enjoy the fine pleasures available to them through their lust-crazed bodies!
Mary quickly eschewed the remainder of her airy clothes and jumped onto the bed herself, her body just burning with eager sexual anticipation. Like some small and smooth wood-nymph trying to play offensive tackle, she threw herself at him, grasping him around the waist and tugging him down with all her might. "GOTCHA!" she cried.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!!!" Al clowned, falling heavily and taking her down with him. His lips smashed against the ripe and eager pieces of rich fruit that were her lips, and his searing-hot tongue darted between those passionately working lips to mingle with her tongue in a heart-bursting soul-kiss. Ah, yes, this was it! His hot body craved total contact with hers, and the divine sensation of her cool and soft skin against his bristlingly desirous flesh almost overwhelmed him with flooding gratitude.
Home at last, where he should be, in the enraptured embrace of the world's most beautiful and sexy little nymphet, his own Mary!!!
She curled into him, surging against his masculine hardness that represented such blissful security! She wanted him, all of him, and she wasn't going to get out of that bed until he knew it better than he knew anything! God. how sweet it was!
"Darling," she cried out hoarsely, breaking the kiss so she could collect a precious gasp of air, "I want to do something fine to you!"
"MMMmmmmmm," Al responded, lying back in acquiescence. "Lay, baby, lay - Lay across my big brass bed!" he sang, fondling her and shivering with extreme delight. His smile was motivated from some deep secret place in his stomach. He continued singing because he was so happy. "You can have your cake and eat it, too!"
Singing right after that, Mary parodied it, "I can have my Al and eat him, too!" She squirmed slowly down, rubbing her breasts demandingly over the hard and hairy legs to massage that terrible burning itch of desperate sexiness. God, she was breathless, and when she finally was cradled between his legs, her burningly excited little breasts tight against his knees, she smiled and reached for that throbbing protuberance of deliriously alluring male flesh, his erect and titillating penis! She grasped it by the base and a long, audible sigh escaped her moist and slightly parted lips.
"AAAaaaaahhhhhhh!"
Ovalling her lips, she advanced toward that delicious tube of sexy meat, the sweet saliva surging into her eager mouth quickly. She examined it closely, lavishing her fondest affection on it. She held it desperately, like it might disappear, and she saw the raspberry-like texture of the blood-engorged glans. God, how sexy it was, that simple little knob of rubbery-like flesh! How could anything be so beautiful? She tried to pull his foreskin down, but it was tightly drawn back, shiny white as it stretched over the shaft right behind the ridged edge of that rosy glans. She worked her small and cool white hand up and down on it, her lips only inches from it, her delicate nostrils flared by the arousing scent that wafted to them from the lubricating fluids she was so sensuously calling forth.
"God, Al," she murmured, looking up into his face, "you are not the most beautiful man in the world - you are the ONLY man in the world. How I love you!"
His hands went to her slender shoulders easily, and he squeezed her.
"Honey, you don't know how much I worship you!" he said.
Thrilled by this affirmation, Mary snuggled up a bit, in no hurry at all to minister unto him gently, adoringly. She blew cool little puffs of breath against his burning and itching penis, and her small hand dipped to lovingly cup that wrinkled sac of skin containing those two masterpiece jewels she loved so much, his gonads. God, she couldn't resist touching them, and there was no reason in the world why she shouldn't! In fact, there was every reason in the world why she should do everything with him that she wanted to do, and she advanced and dipped down, eager to try something that she had never done before. Yes, she wanted to take those nuts into her sex-craving mouth, feel the texture of that alluring skin, that wonderful pouch containing those beautiful nuts of his. She knew with the unerring accuracy of woman's intuition that he would like it if she did it softly, and she opened her mouth, her belly aflame with the sex-fed fires of pure, uncut lust. God, it was too much!
Al tensed and every hair bristled on his body, his total skin was instantly covered with chilling goose-pimples. God, is she going to do that!!! Yes! He almost whimpered with abandoned delight as he felt the wet coolness of her lips caress those tinglingly hot testicles through the sensitive skin of his excited scrotum. It was the most sensational experience he could imagine, and his grip on her shoulders indicated to her that he was about to fall off some edge because of the fantastically erotic experience. Oh, can you think of having your nuts sucked by a naked little thirteen-year-old of exquisite beauty, alone in your own cabin on a luxury liner, bound for months of vacation and days and nights like this? Al was right when he realized that he was one of the luckiest men alive, to have a ward like this, to be rich, to be loved and made love to like this.
"OOOoooooohhhhhh, God, that feels so good!" he murmured, his eyes closed, his heart thumping up in his ears madly.
Nothing on earth could possibly induce them to share this great experience with anybody ever again, and both realized it so clearly that they didn't even have to mention it. No, no more fucking around!
Suffused with passionate ardor, Mary took that pouch of hard skin into her mouth, sucking the wrinkled and ridged sac into her wet and hungry mouth, What a wild feeling! She had never experienced anything to match it, and that's for sure! She sucked the whole thing in and hummed, making vibrations in her mouth that went right into Al's nuts and shot through every cell of his sex-cued body.
"AARGH!" he screamed, "Jesus! Stop that! You'll kill me!" The wild sensation of those nuts being vibrated by the sonic impulses of her throat and mouth made him want to cum on the spot! Never had that been done to him, not even by that weird girl he had once picked up at a bowling alley! Good Lord, he had to grit his teeth!
That little imp responded by humming harder, smiling to herself about the lewdness of what, she was doing to the man she loved so very much. God, she wanted him to cum like that, to see his spew of hot sticky cum geyser up like Old Faithful, hot and ,white and steaming! Yes, that's what she wanted. and she began to pump on the hot, ridged shaft of his tremendously hard penis while sucking and humming, looking from the penis to Al's face every once in a while.
"If you don't, cut that out, Mary, I'm gonna shoot all over hell!" he called down to her, rigid as a titanium-steel I-beam. This was no joke! He didn't want to shoot off into cold air! He wanted his penis buried deeply in the buttery depths of her pussy, or maybe even her throat. Not in air like that, like jacking off or something!
Mary, seeming not to notice, was only incited to further lust by his demurrals, and she increased the rapidity of her hand's movement, hoping that he would understand. God, she really had him by the nuts, and she knew that he knew it! She let him clearly realize his predicament by nipping him, grinding a nut playfully between her saliva-drenched molars. God, that taste was pure sex, and for a moment she thought, about really crunching him, wondering what it would taste like. Would those nuts taste like the steaming sperm they manufactured so wonderfully? God, she just couldn't do that to her beloved Al!
Instead, she continued to slide her hand up and down, Motioning that tightly-stretched skin over the hot, rigid shaft of supersensitive skin demandingly, lovingly, with all the erotic touch she could muster. Oh, how she wanted to see that pleasant stalk of so hard flesh explode its cargo of milky stuff, of delicious cum. She wanted it to spurt all over his belly, so she could throw herself on it, lick it off, lick every last precious speck of it from his hairy belly, and then clean his cock so deliciously that his erection would grow to magnificence once again! God, would that be wonderful!
Al knew it. He knew what her game was, and he resigned himself to it rather unwillingly. Ah, who could fight it? All those wet vibrations tingling his already sex-maddened testicles! And that small hand working the excited skin up and down on his sensitive shaft to excitedly! What man on earth could fight that? He was cumming!
"AAAAaaaaahhhhhh." he moaned, his body betraying him to the delicate sensations that the lascivious little girl was causing to course through his spasming body. God, even his toes were curled! Every cell in his body was red-hot and about to burst, and then it happened! His nuts exploded, releasing a fantabulous gush of the most super-heated steaming semen that ever shot up the bottom tube of a manipulated erection! God, it was wild! That eruption of his wetly-trapped gonads was the most exotic sexual experience that he had ever had, and he howled like a timber-wolf trapped!
Mary worked his cock as hard as she could, thrilling to the feel of that surge of cum shooting upward through the lower tunnel of his wonderful penis. She bit hard as that first spurt blasted up and shot clear of the tiny slit in the very tip of his almost bursting, rose-colored glans. How she wished that she could have caught it! But she knew that she would catch it, and she pumped away like mad, summoning forth that sticky mass of milky sperm!
Then, when the ejaculation ceased, she spit his scrotum out and threw herself onto his belly, where she hungrily licked off that molten puddle of his male mixture. Her mind was reeling with the hot and dizzying eroticism of the sensational experience, and when she had cleaned him, she inserted his rapidly deflating penis into her voracious mouth, sucking it clean too. And then, after that, she slumped forward, almost dead from her exertions.
Al held her tenderly, a smile of relaxed satisfaction playing on his face. Yes, it was good to be home. He would never screw another woman! Never.
Little did he know!
Riva and Bobby and Alice were busily plotting. Oh, yes, they were. They knew what they wanted, and they knew how to get it!
Chapter Ten
"I want that man," Riva announced. She eyed Bobby narrowly.
"Easy as pie!" he said, flicking his hand nonchalantly.
"How?" she wanted to know, leaning forward. "You know, they are in love."
"Shit," Bobby scoffed. "Love is as love does. I can get into that foxy little slut any time I want to, and I don't, have to use anything in her drinks, either."
"How?" Riva asked her son, interested in his secrets.
"Look," he began, confidentially modulating his voice and leaning forward to be heard better. "All young girls are sexy. Show me a girl like that and I'll show you an insatiable sex-fiend! All you got to do is find their hot-button and you've got them flat on their backs, their knees up, their legs spread, begging for it!"
"You seem awfully sure of yourself," Riva commented.
"He should be," Alice affirmed, "He never seems to miss!"
"Well, how can I get into that handsome young what's his name, Al? God, I'm burning for that guy," she said.
"It really shows," Bobby caustically.
"I mean it to show, for Christ's sake! I'm too old to go horsing around being coy, for God's I mean, if I want an ashtray, I have to grab that ashtray or I don't get it," she said.
"Unless your dutiful young son gets it for you." Bobby said, smiling broadly because he knew that he could do something she couldn't.
"Do it and I'll double your allowance," Riva said, her hand slipping over the table to cover his. A tear formed in her eye.
Bobby patted her -hand with his other, affectionately. "Don't you worry about a thing, old sexy! Your baby will make it all nice and good for you! Have I ever failed?"
"Don't ask," she said, pulling her hand away and taking her almost warm drink. She wanted to believe that she could possess that handsome young man, if only for two or three years. God, would that be wonderful! And that youngster could then play with her boy and maybe even with Alice, who was such a nice girl!
Riva sat there, one hundred twenty-two pounds of burning desire. Her breasts ached to be fondled by Al's sensitive fingers. Her body seemed to urge forward as though drawn by some magnet of sex, some undetectable attraction that made her squirm forward in her chair as though he were there, as though she could rub up against him erotically, experiencing the thrilling touch of his hard masculinity against the burningly desirous skin that seemed to know it wanted that more than anything else.
As she was thinking this, Al was experiencing his orgasm. It is not nice to mention, but as he was ejaculating, he was thinking of none other than her, even though he was glad that it was the very lusty little Mary who was sucking his nuts. Yes, the flesh is weak, and Al would have been only too willing to prove it!
Action-at-a-distance, as the moldy scientists say.
Call it what you will, but Al somehow knew that Riva was mooning for him. God, his heart was for Mary, but his body had taken a fancy to the notion of pressing itself tightly against Riva's lush offering. How wonderful it would be to screw something so nice as that voluptuous woman, with tits so fine! Would he let Mary be taken by Bobby again for the thrill that Riva promised?
What the hell, she was taking the pill! After all, what would it hurt? If she were to screw that fat jack-ass again, what would it hurt? So went Al's thinking after he had slumped into the post-orgasmic daze that was so easy. He had got his rocks, and now he was contemplating further adventures, as any man might. He was incorrigible!
He thought, lying there, about the pure, perfect, faultless, flawless beauty of her unblemished body, those shining eyes, those full and yielding breasts, that ready hand. Yes, he was ready for yet another adventure, but he didn't know that Riva was calling to him so demandingly, with a telegraph of sensual desire.
Riva wanted him with furious desire, with a passion that even she didn't know could be harbored in her normally calm breast. But now that breast was burning, and her son's penis was burning to penetrate the buttery depths of Mary's tight little pussy. Two devious and keen minds, working together. As Bokanon might say, they were meant to work together.
Lost in a whirl of universal warmth and soothing music, Riva gazed at her son. "Bob," she said, "I really love that shit-head! Can you help me? I mean, can you, really?"
"Would you like him with B�arnaise sauce, medium rare?"
"Raw! I would eat him raw!" she said.
"Your couth is slipping, mom! But, any way you want him, you get him! Hhhhmmmmm, let's see, it's - well shit! My watch shows four-thirty. How's about at four-forty-five?" he asked.
"You have to be kidding!" she retorted, almost standing.
"A moment, my sweet, sexy mother," Bobby said, standing and putting his hand on Alice's well-padded shoulder. He winked at her and then strode, man-of-the-world, out of that sanctuary.
A surge of uncut eroticism welled up in Riva, and she was almost on the verge of crying, knowing somehow that her son would do the impossible, secure that great and handsome man for her! What a nice thing to have a resourceful son like him!
A liar by inclination, Bobby was confident as he strolled toward Al's stateroom because he carried a small World Arms Derringer in his pocket. He would shoot Al if he had to, and throw the body overboard. Without blinking. When his mom wanted something, by damn, she got it!
The knock shocked Al and Mary, who were nestled in a warm and comfortable embrace. Al uncoiled and grumpily stretched out onto the floor, casting about for something to cover himself with. He found his robe and opened the door, frowning darkly as he saw the scrubbed pink visage of his arch-enemy at the door.
"What do you want?" he asked in a very dour tone.
"You," Bobby said. "It's very important."
"What's the matter?" Al asked, concerned.
"Riva is dying. She has something to tell you."
"Tell her to stick it!" Al replied, not believing him.
"Come on you asshole, she wants to talk to you! Now get a move on!"
The forceful but yet casual style of the unpleasant visitor upset Al, and he found himself responding automatically, walking from the door toward the heap of his clothing. He didn't even mind when Bobby walked in and sat on the bed beside the naked form of his Mary! Thoughts of Riva raced through his mind. But then, thinking about his young and devoted charge, he paused.
"Bring her here," he said to the preoccupied young man whose hand was on Mary's fanny.
"All right," Bobby agreed, smiling and willing to do anything.
Al only put on his shorts, and stood there, arms akimbo, waiting. He nodded his head as the kid left, and then he turned his attention to Mary. "Something funny's going on here," he said, knowing that something funny was indeed going on!
The libidinous little man left, and he strolled happily to the bar, where he knew he would find his mother. Upon seeing her, he signaled her with a thumbs up and jerked his head in a sign that she could come.
Riva's heart fluttered as the excitement of possible success flooded her. Was it really certain that her own son had initiated this first meeting in private with that erotic young man. that smooth and young satyr that she craved with such painful longing? She had neglected him only for a second, and he had gone!
"Dress," Al told Mary, dressing himself. "Those damned people are going to be here soon."
"Don't answer the door," Mary suggested wisely.
"I pretty much have to, you know. That little bustard can blow us right out of the tank!"
"What do you mean, 'us'?" Mary asked suddenly, thinking about her money. She was rather angry that Al had let that despicable person Bobby into the room, and thought that he had stupid to let the young man think that he could return, especially with that terrible woman, his mother. Just as she threw a robe on, they came back and knocked.
Answering the door, Al was immediately charged up by the soft appearance of Riva, who smilingly stepped in, blowing him a kiss.
Bobby followed, a wide grin on his face. It was apparent that he had something in mind, since he held that packet of photographs. "Listen," he said to Al and Mary, "you can have these photos back; all of them, but I want we should make a deal."
Al rose and took it. "What's the deal?" he asked guardedly.
"One more time," Bobby told him, "we all ball one more time - but we all do it at once. I, of course, get that luscious little Mary, Now, how's that?"
Al looked, at Mary, who sighed audibly and threw up her hands. "All right," Al agreed resignedly. He took the pictures, riffed through them, and threw them onto the desk. Then he looked toward Riva, who was beginning to peel off her clothing very seductively. Even Mary was watching that, he could see. Returning his gaze to the spectacle of that commodiously breasted woman, he watched with bated breath as her brassiere came into sight. Then it was just a brassiere and panties. As she reached back to unhook the back strap of her brassiere, her magnificent tits jutted forward; when that tight brassiere came off, her breasts swung out, naked, hanging only a bit from their respectable weight and size. God, those nipples were so soft and pink that Al's mouth began to water right away!
Then, as she bent forward to push her sheer nylon underpants down, she turned her head and smiled at Al, whose gaze was welded hotly on that area of her lower belly that intrigued him so much. AH! Al thought, a natural redhead! Look at that blazing bush! It looks good enough to eat!!!
Riva knew the affect she was having on Al, and moved with all the graceful sensuality she could, hoping also to bring Mary down a bit. She had heard her boy's proposal, his one to her about all this, on the way to the stateroom. Not really an evil plan, this was to be more of a sporting proposition, involving bodies and very exotic manipulations of those bodies. Having heard about this plan, Riva could only smile.
Yes, she thought, standing forward now and bringing her hands sinuously up her sides to her full, ripe breasts, Bobby has an idea all right, one that'll certainly fix things up for both of us! Maybe even for sweet little Alice.
Mary's reaction to all this was one of bitter frustration. She knew that it was important to retrieve those pornographic photos, but she certainly didn't want to be involved in a gang bang or some such activity where they would all be in one bed screwing. Particularly, she didn't care much for the idea of Al making it with Riva, who stood there so brazenly, looking so damned sexy and ready.
Looking at Al, she saw that he had an erection. This meant that he had already become sexually stimulated by the sight of that strange woman who had invaded the privacy of their stateroom, Well, II! get even with him! she silently vowed, angered but not showing it. No, instead she stood, determined to be every bit as sexy as Riva this last time, and she threw off her robe defiantly and stared at Bobby with hot, lust-filled eyes, her own hands cupping the budding mounds of her soft, young breasts. "Well -?" she asked, shrugging.
"By all means, my dear," the rapidly undressing Bobby replied, glancing at the young girl and taking in the pleasantly stimulating sight of her splendid body. He had looked at his mother's nakedness with interest. It had been months since he had seen her like this, and months since he had made love to her. She always intrigued Mm, making him constantly entertain thoughts of incest. It was his firm conviction that incest was, without any doubt, the most exciting form of sexual activity for any man. Yes, maybe he was going to get her, too!
Undressed now, the pink and fat young man wore only a string of bright red beads, which he thoughtfully fondled while gazing from one naked female to the other.
"Well, here I am," he said, and walked to Mary, whose ripe tits he knelt to suck and nip. Doing this, he moved her slowly toward the bed, where he sat her down.
Al and Riva went to the other side of the bed, and Riva went down on her back, her knees up, her legs spread. Al gazed down at her crotch, so exposed and lewdly open. He could see that nice little pussy all surrounded by that nest of silken red pubic hair, and hot blood began to fill his penis and heat his stimulated testicles. God, what a sight! Her breasts were high and firm, huge in comparison to Mary's modest little mounds, and the nipples on these magnificent hills were alluringly soft and pink, calling to be sucked.
Lowering himself, he inhaled her delightful scent and sighed happily. His glance caught Bobby removing the beads, and he heard the young man say to Mary, "I'd like you to get onto your hands and knees. I have a surprise for you that'll knock you out!"
Bewildered, but ready for almost anything in the way of sex, she complied, and looked at Al and Riva while she felt the sensitive globes of her buttocks spread apart. She had to grit her teeth, because something odd was being done. God, what was all this?
Al frowned as he saw. Good Lord, Bobby was stuffing the beads into Mary's tightly puckered asshole, carefully, one at a time! The whole string was going in after he had unclasped it, the largest beads first! They were the size of marbles. What on earth???!!!
The sensation wasn't particularly unpleasant, Mary had to avow, but she was wondering what the ridiculous pervert was going to do. Filling her rectum with a string of beads seemed odd, to say the least. But she endured it, and when he turned her back over, lifted her middle, and put a pillow under the small of her back, she knew from his evil leer that she was in store for a wild time indeed!
"Ah, my love, now for a little standard fucking, with a twist that will really please you, I guarantee!"
"HHhhhhmmmmm," Mary replied, frowning wryly and spreading her creamy white thighs to accept the body lowering between them.
Still sucking on Riva's lush mounds of pliant breast flesh, Al watched intently, his view being unexcelled. God, how strange to tolerate something like this, to watch his own ward and lover being fucked by another man! As he watched, he saw that huge and hard penis advance toward her tight and defenseless little pussy. The blood-bloated glans seemed even larger than before, resembling a plum in color and size. As it pressed into that almost hairless slit of her cuntal lips, it seemed entirely too large. Mary was groaning and wincing, her hands clutching the bedspread.
"OOOOooooohhhhhh, God, oh God, oh God," she moaned, "it won't go! Those beads have made me too tight! Stoppp, pleeaassee!"
Her cries and moans went unnoticed by the determined young lecher, serving only to incite him to excessive lust and thrusting brutality. He set his teeth, rested his heavy body on hers to secure her, and he bucked forward with a savage flick of his hips.
"UURRGGHHHH!!!" he grunted through clenched teeth.
"AAAAIIIIIEEEEE!!!" Mary's scream penetrated the room, not only making Al want to pull that devil off her, but it incited HIM to lust as well, because he saw that huge, purple-veined shaft slam right up into her wildly stretched cunt, right to the hairy hilt! God, the sight of those strange hands fondling her tits made Al want to fuck the daylights out of Riva, and he quickly turned her over under him, directing her to kneel on her hands and knees.
He wanted to get her from behind, like an animal. Shoot it all the way into her! Turning his attention to the business at hand, he placed the lust-hardened knob of his sensitive penis against that red-bushed slit of Riva's and pressed forward, sighting out loud as the deliciously wet heat of her tightly clenched vulva began to surround his highly stimulated organ. It was the best feeling in the world!
Not so for Mary! That piercing jolt of pain almost made her faint! But now, as that tremendously large cock was wedged all the way up in her belly, she witnessed that first little spark of intense physical pleasure because when he slammed up into her, his turgid glans had pressed demandingly against the bead-backed rear wall of her tightly clasping vagina, making a thrilling sensation of pure, unadulterated sex! Lord, was it something!
"AAAaaaaahhhhh," Bobby groaned. "Now wasn't that nice?"
She squirmed up against him, her eyes still tightly closed.
Yes, she thought, nice for you, you bastard! It hurt like hell! But now that it was over, she relaxed to accept the anticipated joy of the weird copulation. Everything was beginning to tingle inside her belly, and her inner thighs seemed to be ablaze with some fire of lewd, abandoned sex. Her breasts, fondled expertly by this man, itched and tingled from the intense stimulation. Mary wanted it very bad now, because she was incited by the maddening noises coming to her from Al and Riva right then: beside her. She knew that Al must really be grinding into the woman, because her voice was choked and hoarse, crying out with lascivious oaths.
"God, yes! Fuck me hard!" Riva cried out, "hard as you can! Oh, shit, is this fine! Fuck me, you bastard - aaaahhhhhh - God, oh Jesus, how fucking fine this is! AAHHH ALL THE WAYYYYYY!!!!"
The fit was almost impossible! Al wondered how the woman could have such a tight cunt at her age! It grasped his excited shaft like some hot. wet hand of fire, and he plummeted in with animal strength. All the way in he went, grunting as he did. His hands slipped over her smooth and quivering body and reached under to grasp those two pliant and cool mounds of pendulous flesh. Aaahhhhh, he said to himself, now these are really tits! He began a slow but determined series of sluicing thrusts and withdrawals, thrilling to the unbeatable sensation coursing through his body.
Mary opened her eyes and regarded them as Bobby began his hard, hammering slitherings. The sight of fucking right beside her was like oxygen to her flaming loins, and she began to fuck Bobby back with all she was worth, summoning up strength to achieve a crashing orgasm. God, was that overly large penis ever tight in her wildly working vagina!
Each savage thrust sent showers of white-hot sparks flashing sensuously through her lust-ravaged little body, making her quiver spasmodically. "HHHAAAARRRRDDDEEERRRRRR!!" she cried, her arms now thrown around him desperately as she bucked her cunt up to take all of him into her as far as he could go.
The buttery depths of her fantastic vagina were being plumbed by Bobby's thrusting shaft, and he began to slam into her with a vengeance. His pudgy hand went wetly down under Mary's quivering and bucking buttocks and he grasped the last bead on that string, one which protruded from the tightly clasping pink ring of her anus.
"Let me know when you're coming," he told her breathlessly, really going into high gear.
Bobby slammed his cock into her like a horny stallion, and he pulled that string of beads quickly out of her rectum, making her scream out in fantastic surprise and the most intense erotic stimulation she was capable of imagining!
"AAAAAIIIIHEEEEEOOOOOWWWW!!" God, something wild exploded inside her as she felt that steaming hot surge of wet sperm spew into her sex-crazed vagina, and simultaneously the weird sensation of those beads being jerked out of her sensitive asshole added a whole new dimension to the orgasm. Every cell in her lust-aroused body seemed to explode from its nucleus, leaving her so stunned that after the crashing climax she fainted dead away, slumping under the smiling Bobby as though dead.
Al was shocked. God, what had happened? He had heard Mary, of course, and just as Mary said she was coming, he was coming too! Riva had proven to be a wild woman, and her tightly clasping pussy was milking his flailing penis so that he couldn't hold off. His nuts were exploding in a long, protracted orgasm, calming that strong lust drive that was making him insane for gratification. Now, his load spurting hotly into Riva's tightly clasping vagina, he glanced at Mary and saw that the young girl was unconscious, even though her hand was opening and closing slowly.
Riva, being pounded from behind, knew that she had fainted from the intense stimulation of the beads, and she wanted to do it that way before the day was over. But she was having an orgasm of her own, one triggered by that hot tide of cum splashing searingly up against her cervix. God, she bucked back madly, attempting to feel every last inch of that thundering erection that was soothing all her itches and at the same time increasing them. But as she felt him come in her, she exploded in her own wild orgasm, and fell heavily forward, crying out, "AAAARRRRRGGGHHH!! JESUSSSSS, OH JESUSSSSS, OOOHHHH WWWWOOOOOWWWW!!!"
Nothing serious had happened to Mary, and in five minutes she was sitting on the bed shaking her head in bewilderment. "Honest to God," she told Al, Riva and Bobby, "I've never experienced anything to beat it! It was just fantastic!"
"You can keep the beads, baby," Bobby said, dangling them idly and smiling with satisfaction.
He and Riva had dressed, and they were all enjoying a friendly drink. Al and Mary had exchanged several glances, and they knew that it was time to have a long, serious chat.
"Would you mind coming back in about an hour?" Al asked them, after they had finished their drinks. "Mary and I have to chat."
"Our pleasure," Bobby said, waving and taking his mother by the arm. "I've got some more beads in my suite, mom," he said in an aside. Then, to Mary: "I really enjoyed myself, kid."
"Fantastic," Mary mumbled, "utterly fantastic! Wow!"
After Bobby and Riva left, Mary looked at Al and began. "You know," she said slowly, "maybe we were wrong about those people. I mean, you enjoyed yourself, didn't you?"
"Hate to say it," Al replied, smiling and spreading his hands, "but I did! I mean, I did if you did."
"Fantastic! You know, maybe we should make friends of those people after all. What could it hurt?"
"Variety," Al responded lightly, "is the of life!"
"Fantastic!" was Mary's only comment, and she lay back and smiled.
