The loud music thumping the Inn Place Lounge shook Allie's breasts and belly like crashing thunder. She wrapped her arms around her ribs and gave herself up to the pulsing rhythm. The sensation was almost as good as sitting on her Maytag while it washed her clothes. It made her wish she could bring herself off with her finger.
But she couldn't right now, not while serving drinks to this Friday night crowd of cologned and perfumed bodies packed into the cocktail lounge.
Feeling restless and horny and lonely enough to cry, she forced a bright smile and scanned her assigned booths. Two new arrivals were just sitting down.
She plowed her way through the skin and din toward them, feeling a genuine smile replace her professional mask. "Hey, don't I know you two?" She bent over and let them have a peek at her 40C beauties in her low-cut dress. "Hugh Block, right?" she said to the one sort of like Hoss Cartwright. "And Steve Block?" she said to her hometown's answer to Mel Gibson.
"Right!" Steve, the stud, gave her and her knockers a long, smiling look of approval. He wore off-white Dockers, an off-white denim shirt, and a long loose vest of iridescent colors. Everything about him screamed look at me! "It's Allie Brannon, from down our street," he shouted to his brother.
"I know." Hugh was the older one, quiet, deliberate, and watchful about where he let his gorgeous blue eyes wander. His plain white shirt and black slacks made him easy to overlook despite his size. After one flick down her body, he concentrated on her fancy hair-do and make-up as if memorizing her.
"How long you been working here?" Steve asked her.
"Two weeks. It's sure great to see familiar faces!" She smiled at Hugh, amused that he seemed stunned at her transformation from housewife and grocery clerk to cocktail waitress. As she fetched their drinks, she had to laugh at herself. Here she'd been driving miles to work in Maple View and pick up men, when two prime specimens lived two doors down.
She delivered their drinks, saying, "I'm surprised to see you here, Hugh. What's the occasion?"
Hugh wrapped huge hands around his bourbon on the rocks and gave her a yearning look, but didn't answer. She didn't take offense. Words seemed to come hard to Hugh. Steve had no such problem. "I dragged him out to celebrate. Big bro's thirty today."
"Hey! Congratulations!" Allie threaded her fingers through Hugh's hair. She felt the giant man shiver. Her insides quivered. She kissed her fingertip and touched it to his cheek. "Have a good one." She almost laughed out loud at the look on his face. It made her feel so powerful and sexy she no longer minded the too-loud music and jostling bodies with their overwhelming heat and scents. She wasn't supposed to flirt with the customers, said the management. Yeah, right. Tonight she would flirt with the Block brothers, especially Hugh.
When she brought them a second round, Hugh actually spoke to her. "Steve says you're divorced?" he asked, looking from Steve to her as if he couldn't believe it.
She leaned close. "That's right. Seven months."
"Told ya," Steve said.
"Just now, but not then!" Hugh glared at Steve as though tempted to flatten him. He swallowed half his drink instead.
"What's the big deal?" Steve asked. "Everybody knows, so I thought you knew."
"I didn't." He gripped the table edge so hard his nails whitened.
She didn't understand why Hugh should be angry. "Are you mad at me, or do you disapprove of divorce?"
He looked sad, shook his head. "You okay, Allie?" His gorgeous blue eyes held worry.
She jerked back, rejecting any hint of pity. "I'm great! Can't you see that?" She stood tall as she could, lifted her arms and twirled, flaunting her tits and ass in her sassy, classy navy blue dress and shaking her mane of strawberry blonde hair just to prove how great she was. Steve grinned, his eyes half-closed but seeing everything. Hugh's mouth fell open. She propped her hands on her hips. "It was me who kicked the bum out and got the divorce, understand?"
Steve's face showed skepticism. "Sure, babe."
Pissed at Steve, she bent close to Hugh again, giving him an eyeful whether he wanted one or not.
"Brett didn't treat me right, Hugh."
He breathed her in. "I'll pound him," he vowed.
Surprised and gratified by his instant and complete loyalty to her and her cause, she covered his hand. "No, but thanks for the thought."
Hugh watched Allie disappear back into the crowd and discovered he could breathe again. His hand tingled where she'd touched it. He began missing her at once. Whatever she'd done to herself, she seemed to sparkle, managing to look crisp and sexy at the same time. She's so small and brave, he thought, feeling protective tenderness well up inside him. His cock was hard as steel. In two gulps he finished his second drink and sat ready to waggle the empty glass at her, eager to see, hear, and smell her again.
Steve raised his glass to propose a toast, then noticed Hugh's empty glass. "What's this? Wasn't it you I had to drag in here kicking and screaming for one lousy birthday drink? Did you decide this is your scene after all?"
"You know better. These ladies' gazes stick to you, but pass through me as if I'm invisible."
He snorted in disbelief. "Right! No guy who's six-foot-five and 225 pounds could ever be invisible."
"It's true. Look at them. How many have you fucked? I can't tell from their expressions." Steve scanned the room. "I hate to brag."
"God."
* * * * *
Greta, the manager, pushed a box of empty bottles into Allie's arms. "Get rid of these, then take your break. After your break, bring more ice. Got that?"
"Yes, ma'am." Allie toted the box into the hall, closed the door and muttered, "Charming woman-not.'" Down the hall by the restrooms, a regular customer with spiky blond hair stood kissing his new girlfriend who was plastering her flat chest tight against him while they tongue-dueled. They seemed to enjoy being seen.
After dumping the bottles into the recycling bin, she stepped around the couple to use the restroom, but this time they didn't seem to see her. When she came out again, they were gone. At the end of her break, when she fetched the plastic tubful of ice from the end of the hall, a movement caught her eye. In the corner arrangement of trees, greenery and a bench, leaves were shaking. Was a window broken, causing a draft? Allie went closer. "Mmmp, mmmp, mmmp," someone said, low and strained, just as she saw a flash of bare white skin through broad leaves. It was someone's butt! Flashing like a beacon as it bounced up into light and down into shadows! Fucking! Allie's breath caught and she almost dropped the ice tub.
It was the couple who'd been necking. The girl was lying on the bench, naked from the waist down, her knees wide, the spiky-haired blond guy on top of her with his pants lowered, plowing her pussy for all he was worth. Allie made to step back, but froze, caught by the realization that they were right on the verge of coming. The sounds came from the girl, higher, faster, and the guy began grunting. He was pumping her so hard he'd almost scooted her off the end of the bench, his foot braced against the tree and shaking it. The girl's hand clamped onto the guy's ass, digging her fingers in, spurring him on. One finger prodded his asshole and he went stiff. "Yessssssss!" one of them screamed in a whisper. Allie shivered, electrified. No one moved for a minute, including Allie.
It was time to retreat, before they saw her, but she couldn't move. "Oh, baby, baby," the girl murmured. The guy pushed himself up and Allie saw her blouse was open, revealing breasts that were little more than dark jelly-bean nipples. The girl hissed as the guy's cock slipped from inside her, gleaming wet and red. Her bush hair was a fat pouf above her gaping slit.
"Shh," he said and they both looked through the leaves, right at Allie.
"Eek," she said, caught, horrified.
But instead of covering their privates, the lovers grinned at her. "What'd ya think? Pretty hot, huh?" the guy asked, seeming pleased to have an audience.
Allie fled, hearing their laughter echoing through the hall. She plunked the ice tub behind the bar and unclamped her stiff fingers, her face burning and her heart pounding. Had they staged that? Just for her benefit? Mercy!
And into the lounge they strutted, their arms around each other, their clothes and hair still disheveled as though flaunting what they'd just done. When they saw her, the girl waved, the guy raised his hand like a gun and pretend-shot her.
"You're almost five minutes late, Mrs. Brannon," Greta said. "Get back to work."
* * * * *
"Oh, there she is," Hugh said.
Allie materialized beside their table, looking flustered. "He needs a third already," Steve said.
She looked into Hugh's eyes with a quizzical smile. "Oh, yeah? How's it feel to be thirty? Are you celebrating or drowning depression?"
Hugh focused on her pink cheeks, curled eyelashes, shiny teeth, gleaming lipstick, fresh breath, feminine warmth. He had to play back in his head what she'd asked him, but she waited for his reply with no impatience. He summoned his nerve. "I feel great being here with you."
She smiled and rubbed his shoulder. "I guess deadly male charm runs in the family, huh?"
Allie took his glass away. Hugh went limp, as exhausted from managing words with her as if he'd worked a double shift, and euphoric at his success. "Did you hear her? Did you see her touch me again?"
"Way to go, bro. You actually conversed with a woman! I didn't know you had it in you."
Hugh was still grinning ear to ear when she brought his new drink. "What did you get for your birthday?" she asked. He couldn't answer. The word you filled his mind and mouth.
"Didn't you get anything? A tie? Socks? Underwear?" She bent nearer and lower with each question until all he could think about was nursing on those lush breasts.
Every drop of blood in his body rushed to his groin. He managed to lift his glass. "To you." And drank. And drowned happily in her wide green eyes.
She smiled and swatted him lightly. "I bet you say that to all the girls."
Steve guffawed. Hugh watched her go, trembling because she teased him, his arm burning where she touched him.
Steve toasted Hugh. "Happy big three-oh, big brother. Now, if you don't mind, I gotta circulate. I can't stand your cow eyes."
"Wait! What's with this divorce? Did Brett beat her or what?" The mere thought made his shoulders bunch and strain his shirt seams.
"Down, boy!" Steve said, amused at him. "All he did was run around on her."
"What?! How could he want any other woman when he had Allie all to himself?"
"All to himself? That's a funny way to put it. Did you want some of her?"
"No, I wanted all of her."
"That's right, now I remember. You were smitten with her. No wonder you're making cow eyes." Steve picked up his drink and went hunting for female company.
* * * * *
Steve was soon sitting with a trio of single women. Virginia was a tall, nervous brunette with a mole near her mouth. Her skin felt like velvet to his fingers and tongue, but she hadn't let him bed her yet. Robin was a rotund blonde divorcee who competed in horseshoe-pitching tournaments. He'd sampled her exuberant pleasures on the hood of his car one fine summer evening after she'd won a trophy. Doreen worked on her deep brown, head-totoe, artificial tan ,-ctr round. He knew from experience that her breasts and buns looked like burnt biscuits and tasted like coconut oil.
He flirted with all three of them, and teased, and listened attentively. Soon they were telling him secrets they'd never have revealed one-on-one with him, shocking each other, competing for his attention. During the hour or so he spent at their table, he fondled Doreen's mons, Virginia's ass, and Robin's plump knockers. Once Doreen squeezed his upper right thigh while Virginia stroked his lower left thigh and Robin played footsie with him. He asked each one out onto the dance floor and held each one close, letting her feel how she affected him.
"You want to go out with me?" he asked each one. "You're just after one thing," Virginia declared. "Better not. I've got another man on my hook that I'm trying to reel in," Robin said. "Maybe when I come back from the tanning bed sales convention," Doreen said. He gave them each a deep kiss just the same.
When the trio left the table to hit the rest room, he found Mindy crying in her beer at the bar because she'd just broken up with her guy. Mindy was a cute aerobics instructor with long, showgirl legs and tons of energy. It hurt him to see her so depressed and lethargic. He took her for a walk in the parking lot and found a semi-private spot behind a pickup. There he put his arms around her and she burst into tears.
He made soothing murmurs, kissed her ears and neck and forehead, explored her lean, muscular body, and slipped his fingers deep inside her lonesome snatch. Her hole sucked at him, tight, wet and hot. He found that she liked his thumb to roll her clit and his fingers to stroke inside her pussy with a "come here" motion. Her breathing that had been choppy with grief and anger became even choppier with arousal. She clung to his shoulders, threw back her head, and keened a high note while she came, hard and shuddering.
She went all soft and cuddly afterwards, kiss his pleasuring hand that smelled of her juices, I petted his cock through his pants. "Thanks, Steve sweet. I owe you one. Want to come home w me?" she asked.
"You know it, but can I take a rain check brought my brother with me tonight."
"You've got a brother? Is he as hot as you?"
He grinned and squeezed her waist. "What you think?"
Her eyes rounded. "Wow!"
Steve laughed and didn't let on how wrong she was. Poor Hugh.
"Then, can I return the favor here and now?" She reached lower to caress his-balls through his pants.
They ached. He arched. She unzipped him and repeated her caresses unhampered by fabric. Her 'head lowered, but he tangled his fingers in her hair to stop her. "Hands only, babe. Please, be quick."
She laughed low and husky. "You make me drool, Stevie-sweet. You smell so good." But she used one hand to pump him and the other to tickle his balls and press the area between his balls and asshole. She laughed again when he moaned. "That's it, sweet candy stick. Let's see how far you can spit. Shoot at the moon. I bet you can hit it." As his excitement rose, his cock expanded. She whispered, "Oh, Lord, I gotta kiss something. Bare your belly."
He yanked his shirt up, felt her hot mouth on his skin and erupted. One, two, three shots flew high and hard, landing on the blue Buick parked near the truck. Weak in the knees, his forehead came to rest on hers while he tried to get his breath back. "You're good, Mindy, so good."
"You're damn right I am. Thanks for reminding me."
"My pleasure, believe me. If you're not busy Tuesday night, can we try out a bed?"
"Your place or mine?"
"Yours. Do you like your nipples sucked?"
"Could be. Do you like yours sucked?"
"Could be."
Laughing, they straightened their clothes, combed their hair, and went back into the lounge holding hands and smiling. Mindy's friend Elaine met them at the door, worry showing on her face. She sighed with relief, then scowled. "There you are. I thought you left without me. What on earth have you been doing?"
Mindy snickered. "Shall we show her, Steve?"
Elaine took in Mindy's glowing face and Steve's relaxed satisfaction and knowing smile. She blushed. "Never mind," she said primly.
Steve took Elaine's hand and kissed it front and back. "You were sweet to worry about her, but I took good care of her."
Elaine blushed more brightly, cupped her kissed hand to her chest, and fled.
"She's shy," Mindy said.
"Is she?" Steve smiled, remembering the night Elaine passionately kissed the back of his hand in a movie while he breathed in her ear and learned how to make her come with popcorn-buttery fingers.
* * * * *
Allie found Hugh sitting alone, back to the wall, long legs stretched out straight, one big foot waggling with the music. The foot stopped when he saw her.
"How you doing, Hugh? Do you need anything?"
"Maybe one more." He spoke slowly, same as always, but she detected no hint of slurring. As she brought it to him, she wondered if he always drank that much. She didn't know him all that well, since he worked nights and slept days and was quiet anyway. She preferred to think he kept ordering to give her another chance to flirt with him. The big man made no move to touch this glass.
"Steve is circulating like a bumblebee in search of nectar," she said.
Hugh smiled and nodded, but said nothing.
"The crowd's thinning."
In a few moments, he said, "Yep."
"Are you the strong silent type?"
He shrugged, looking embarrassed.
"It's a refreshing change for me."
"Good." He took a breath. "You're so pretty."
She giggled. "Thank you. I know that's special coming from you. You don't say that to all the girls, do you?"
"No. Never."
"I'm so glad you're here. It's great to see you."
"Yes, me too ... urn, I mean ... thanks."
"We've hardly gotten to talk in all these years of being neighbors. I know you work nights. Sometimes I see you coming home in the morning or going to work when everyone else is going to bed. What do you do?"
"Security guard."
"I thought so. Where?"
"Empty lab building at the glass plant."
"Mercy, that must be lonely."
He shrugged those massive shoulders. "Used to it."
"Don't you have trouble sleeping during the day? I'd think the light and noise would drive you crazy."
"Black-out blinds. My room's in back, next to the trees and creek. I hear it sometimes."
"Sounds nice and cozy."
"Yes."
He didn't offer her a tour of his bedroom, but his thumb stroked her little finger where it rested on the back of the bench. When she didn't object, his fingers joined the fun. His hand was twice the size of hers, could probably crush hers, yet he handled her baby-gentle while he explored her knuckles, nail, and fingertip. It tickled. Her nipples tightened. He was big and slow and thorough, every atom of him focused on her. How delicious! "Miss!" someone called, and she realized it wasn't the first time.
"Oops! Gotta go!"
Greta gave Allie a hard look as she went to the bar to fill the order. "Date on your own time, not mine, Mrs. Brannon." '
"Yes, ma'am." Allie carefully kept her face and voice bland, but thought how improved Greta would look and feel if she'd quit puckering her mouth so tight.
* * * * *
Steve slid into the booth across from Hugh, feeling a bit guilty for leaving him alone so long, but damn, that Mindy made him feel good. "How's it going, bro?"
"I don't think I like her working here."
"Who? Mindy? She doesn't work here."
"Who's Mindy? I mean Allie."
"Hell, are you still thinking about her?"
Hugh said nothing.
Steve peered at him. "Good grief, are you still interested in her?"
"Yeah, I love her."
"You've had too much to drink, I think."
"No. I loved Allie then and I love her now."
"Hell's bells, I figured you got over that."
"Never."
Steve shifted in his seat. He crossed his arms along the table edge and leaned forward. "But Hugh! God, that's been what-six years? You mean you've loved her all along? How? You don't even know her!"
Hugh watched her bright hair bounce as she crossed the room unaware of him. "I dream about her."
Steve dropped his head onto his arms and rolled it.
"Are you laughing at me?" Hugh demanded.
His little brother sucked in a deep, deep breath and lifted his head to show a very worried face. "No way. I'm too damn scared."
Hugh frowned. "What?"
"If you mess with her, you'll get hurt, bro. Bad."
"Why?"
"Are you crazy? Can't you see? Just look at her! She's not checking out groceries in a little red tunic now. She's checking out men dressed to kill. She's out to prove she's hot stuff, flirting her ass off."
"Just like you. So?"
Steve slammed a palm on the table. "Not like me, dammit. She feels dumped. She's desperate to show the son of a bitch how irresistible she is to somebody, anybody, maybe lots and lots of anybodies."
"How do you know?"
"I've dated a million just like her, believe me."
"How sad." Hugh stretched to glimpse her again. "Brett's crazy. Ain't no woman better than Allie. She's irresistible to me. I'm gonna tell her so."
"You poor, big, dumb ox. Stay away from her, Hugh. She's trouble from head to toe."
"Can't. If what you say is true, Allie needs me."
"Shit. What'll you give her? Love and marriage?"
Hugh nodded, his eyes shining.
"Aw, Hugh, no. You'll never convince her. Right now marriage is the last thing she wants-unless she marries a movie star or a millionaire. Since that's not likely, she'll settle for driving lots of men wild, preferably handsomer and richer men than Brett, so she can rub his unfaithful nose in her desirability."
Hugh swallowed. "That might be true. God, I hope not though." He looked for her again.
Steve heaved a sigh and started to get up.
Hugh seized Steve's hand with both of his. "You just gotta help me catch her. Please?"
"Help you catch her!" Steve struggled to release his hand. "No way in hell. Didn't you just hear me trying to warn you off her?"
Hugh huffed a laugh, his grip unshakable. "You know better. When's the last time anybody made me change my mind?"
Steve gave his brother a long look, then blew out his breath. "Never, dammit. Let go of me. People will think we're fucking each other."
Hugh's hands sprang away. "The only person I want to fuck is Allie. I'll do anything, anything you can teach me to win her."
"Shit, Hugh, she's ripe for the picking. Chill."
"You think I have a chance?"
"Hell, yes, you have a chance. You got a dick? Got a tongue? A savings account? You're in."
"You ... cynical bastard. Don't assume Allie's a heartbreaker like you. It's not that easy and you know it, especially for me. Help me."
"How the hell am I supposed to help you?"
"You know what women like. Show me what to do. If that's not enough, we can ... double date or something."
Steve frowned. "I don't understand. You want to bring another woman and tag along when I date Allie?"
"No other woman." He swallowed hard. "Just you, me and her. You know me. When I'm tongue-tied, you can tell her what I mean."
Steve shook his head. "I don't get it. Am I supposed to demonstrate? Show you how to kiss her and stroke her? I want her myself, you know. What am I supposed to do with my hard-on?"
"Use your hand."
"Gee, thanks."
"It works for me good when I pretend it's Allie's hand." He blushed when Steve laughed. "You're unbelievable."
* * * * *
During a bathroom run after his fifth drink, Hugh and Allie bumped into each other. It was like hitting a warm, male mountain of muscles and she felt like a butterfly between his gentle apologetic hands while he helped her regain her balance. He let go and mumbled something she didn't catch at first. "What's that?"
"Can we get together?" Pink-cheeked, his heart in his eyes, the sweet giant who couldn't talk stood there squeezing hell out of his hands waiting for her answer.
St) that's why he needed so much liquor! She melted into a puddle. "Yes, please. How about I drive you home tonight? Can you stay that late?"
Nodding, he sucked in air twice before he managed to say, "Great!"
She squeezed his biceps, smiling and proud that he wanted her bad enough to overcome his shyness, and thrilled that he was so thrilled with her acceptance. He swallowed once and reached out one strong, hot, giant hand to give her upper arm a gentle squeeze in return. Warmth gushed deep inside her, swelling her clit and pussy lips, wetting her panties. He seemed to float back to his table, probably unaware of what he'd done to her. She couldn't wait to teach him.
An hour later Steve caught her alone behind the bar. "Are you dating yet?"
"I might be."
"How about we go for a ride in my Firebird on your next day off. Anywhere you want to go."
"Okay. I'll think of somewhere."
"Okay. When?"
"I have no plans Monday night. Is seven good?"
"You bet. See you then." He winked at her and sauntered back to his table.
She shook my head and smiled, pleased to have a date with both brothers. Did they know it yet? Somehow she didn't think so.
CHAPTER TWO
By midnight the noise level and crowd had dwindled. Having two dates lined up, Steve felt bored with the remaining women. He yawned and thumped his brother's broad shoulder. "Let's go home, old man."
"Can't. You go on ahead. I've got a ride home."
Steve's head swiveled. "Say what?"
A smile played around Hugh's mouth. "Got a date."
Steve crowed. "Way to go! Who the hell with?"
"You kidding? Allie, of course."
Steve blinked. "You actually asked her? She's dating you tonight? I'm on for Monday night."
"You're seeing her Monday? For me?"
"Shit, I don't know. I wouldn't mind dipping my dick in her honey, you know."
"Don't be crude. I can't believe you'd screw her brains out when you know how I feel about her."
Steve coughed, feeling confused suddenly at the thought of Hugh fucking Allie. "Well, you use a condom or I'll kill you. Lord knows who she's been with."
Hugh went pale. "You think she's sick?"
"I neither know nor care. It's you I want to keep safe."
"And her! She'd be safe in my bed. What should I do tonight so she'll want to see me again?"
He rubbed his forehead. "Hell, I don't know. Just follow her lead. Give her what you think she needs when she needs it." He frowned. "You got a condom?"
"No, do you?"
"Yeah. Here, take one." He fished out a packet and slid it across the table. "Do you remember how to put it on?"
Hugh tucked it away. "Of course. Pinch the air out of the tip and roll the rest down onto my boner."
"Right! No mouth to genital contact without protection either, for either one of you."
"God, it's only our first date! I don't expect her to suck me off." His face went blank. "Oh, man."
Steve smirked as big bro's hand dove under the table to shove at his fly.
"You don't lick your women out the first night, do you, Steve?"
"I used to. That's one reason I became so popular with the ladies, I'm sure. And until I was twenty, I never passed up a suck-off."
"You do now?"
"I'm careful, not stupid."
"I'm glad. I wondered."
Steve socked Hugh's upper arm to hide how touched he was by his brother's relief.
* * * * *
Allie traipsed towards the brothers, holding her purse and sweater. When Hugh saw her, he leaped out of the booth with amazing speed for such a big guy and stood there looking nervous and uncomfortable.
"Hi, guys." She smiled at Hugh, then Steve who was still sitting, then up at Hugh again. "I'm free to go now. Are you ready, too?" She saw and heard Hugh swallow. His hand trembled as it cupped her elbow.
"Ready." His voice was deeper, huskier than usual.
"Oh, good." She gave him an impish look, giving his word 'ready' its sexiest meaning. Heading for the door, taking Hugh with her, Steve following, she said, "I can't wait to get out of this bra and these shoes."
Hugh's breathing and footsteps faltered.
"Careful, you'll have Hugh popping in his pants."
Hugh's face reddened. "Shut up, Steve." He held the door for Allie, glaring at Steve over her head.
She laughed and squeezed Hugh's arm. "Aren't brothers a menace sometimes? If I had a nickel for every time I wanted to kill mine, I'd be rich."
"I know what you mean," the brothers said in unison. They looked at each other, bristling a little.
Allie chuckled, enjoying the byplay. What would it be like in bed with these two together? She shook her head, shocked at the notion, but it intrigued her and wouldn't go away. Wouldn't that be something?
There was a breeze outside. Allie threw back her head and breathed deeply to clear her lungs of the cocktail lounge's store-bought stenches. It was a moon-lit, mild spring night, the kind that always got her sap rising. The lot had few cars, no people were in sight, and sparse traffic passed by on the road.
She led them to her black Rabbit, unlocked the door, tossed in her things, then opened her dress uncaring that both men watched. Keeping her dress on, she unhooked her bra in front, maneuvered the straps down past her elbows and wrists, then tugged the bra out of her dress though one armhole and tossed the fetching scrap of lace and underwire into the car. She scratched and rubbed her breasts through her dress until the nipples stood up tight and hard against the fabric. "Ahh! That's better!"
Hugh seemed to love it, standing close enough that if he was shorter, her nipples might poke him in the eyes. His breaths hit her like small superheated blows. Steve watched from a step away with his lips pushed out thoughtfully, a lot harder to seduce.
She sat and reached behind the driver's seat for her slippers. One at a time she kicked off her shoes, arched her feet and wiggled her toes, then put on the little-nothing hot-pink satin slippers.
"Ahh!" she said again, her feet blissfully free. "You want to drive, Hugh?"
He looked startled. "Don't you like driving?"
"Sure, I love it!"
"Then you drive."
"You'd be a willing passenger?" She hopped out of the car and threw herself against him, her arms around his neck. "That kind of trust deserves a kiss."
He cooperated, lifting her enough and bending himself enough so she could reach his mouth with hers. Her mouth was open. His was closed. Was he expecting a peck? She shifted her breasts comfortably against his chest, touched his lips with the tip of her tongue and felt a shudder rip along his frame. When his lips parted and she found his teeth with her tongue, he almost cracked her ribs. When his teeth parted and she found his tongue, his eyes closed, his big hand cupped her head, and he drank deeply of her. He became hotter, harder and hungrier the longer they kissed until they had to break for air or die. He stood erect, gulping in the night's oxygen, letting her feet dangle nowhere near the ground. Her crotch was snagged on his protruding pants.
"Now what do I do?" he asked. Allie noticed how Hugh's chest rumbled as he talked. Fascinating!
"Ha! What do you want to do?" came Steve's voice, seeming far distant. She'd forgotten him for a second or six or sixty.
"Everything!" Hugh said, vibrating her breasts and belly. Allie realized Hugh's secure hold on her freed her to explore his ears, ruffle his soft hair, pet the back of a neck that could pass for a marble column, smooth his anxious brows.
She offered her lips again, brushing them across his. His mouth opened at once this time. She sucked his upper lip, tugged it, licked it, then dragged her lower lip across his lower lip. He chased after her, nipped at her lips, sought her tongue again. When he found it, he filled with air and his cock nudged her harder. Another long kiss, this time broken when her pussy nudged back.
"I'm dizzy," he said, gasping.
"Lean on the car," Allie said.
He did more than lean on the car. As his butt met the fender he opened her thighs and spread her legs around his waist. Her dress rode up, exposing her stocking tops and fasteners. He seemed shocked at them, staring, touching, stroking the nylons and bare skin. With a small helpless sound, he gripped her ass cheeks in his wide hands and hauled her groin tight against his. They both moaned at how marvelous his bony ridge felt wedged in her open groove. They both bucked and ground at each other.
Steve swore and leaped at them, stuffing his hands under her dress to pry at their crotches. "Are you unzipped? Is she naked under there?"
"Ooh, Steve!" Allie shivered as his fingers found and probed her panty-covered asshole.
Hugh turned dazed eyes toward his brother's face. "What...?"
"Wake up!" Steve yelled. "You'll be fucking in a minute. Where's your rubber?"
Allie was startled at the rage in Steve's face, at finding herself still in the parking lot, at the lust she'd felt so quickly with Hugh. She could get fired if anyone came outside and found her carrying on. She sucked in air. "Let me down, fellas."
Steve pulled his hands out from between their crotches. Both men gripped her by the ribs to lift her off and set her back on her feet. Hugh shoved at his stiff cock beneath pants she'd dampened.
"I'm sorry," Steve said, looking abashed. "I thought you were fucking."
Allie felt confused. "Let me get this straight. You, Steve-the-stud, are against fucking?"
"Hell no, but use a rubber, will you? Hugh, you promised me."
He hung his head. "I know. I was forgetting." He sought Allie's face as she smoothed down her dress. "I never wanted a woman so bad in my life. I still want you. Do you still want me?"
His direct appeal squashed her embarrassment. His great hands lay open, palms up on the fender. His erection still distorted his pants. His eyes glowed, hot with hard need, but she knew he'd never force her. Whatever came next was entirely in her hands. That much potent male power at her command was breathtaking.
She nodded. "Let's go somewhere more private."
Hugh snatched her back into his arms, groaning.
Steve cleared his throat. "Listen, can I trust you guys to use protection? Allie, why don't you bring him off now? Use your hand. It'll only take a minute." Hugh groaned again, sounding agonized, his kisses desperate. Steve closed in again. "I'll stand here so no one stepping out of the lounge sees anything." Allie hesitated. "Come on, you can't leave him hanging like this any longer! He's hurting!"
She felt Hugh trembling and tense. "Okay. Unzip, Hugh." His throat made a sound that tore at her heart while he opened his pants with shaking hands. A fat bat came into view, wet at the tip, taking her breath away. She closed both hands around it and Hugh's sawing breath chopped off. He groaned a third time and gripped her hands in warning, but she felt what was happening. "Look out!" She and Steve backed out of the line of fire just in time. Spunk flew high, hard and fast past their faces, landing with tiny splats on the pavement. Awestruck at the power of it, Allie held on to the end. "Wow!"
Gasping, Hugh planted feverish kisses all over her face and packed his stuff back in his pants.
"All right," Steve said. "Now can I trust you guys to be careful?"
Allie quit kissing Hugh long enough to send Steve a look full of devilment. "I don't know, Daddy. Maybe you should come along and make sure."
"Dammit, Hugh, I told you she'd be a handful."
Hugh felt her with both big hands, looking grateful and delighted and in no way finished. "Yeah!"
"That does it! I'm following you home." Steve strode to his Firebird and got in. He had to wait while Hugh and Allie shoved her passenger seat back to accommodate Hugh's body.
She said, "You don't look very comfortable, Hugh. How tall are you?"
"Six five. They don't build midget cars like this with me in mind."
"Hmm. I better warn you right now. Don't call me no midget. It gets my dander up."
He grinned so wide his chuckle escaped. "Yes, ma'am."
She felt like rocketing out of the parking lot, but the car refused. With Hugh's weight, she had to floor it to get up to the speed limit on the open road. Steve hung right behind her. "My car's kind of pokey. Do you mind?" she asked.
"Not at all."
"Is Steve likely gnashing his teeth back there?"
"Why?"
"He's almost riding my bumper. This is as fast as this bucket goes these days. The only time the speedometer hits sixty is downhill."
"How come?"
"It needs a tune-up."
"Oh. I don't know or care much about cars."
"You don't? How refreshing! I don't either." They grinned, pleased to have that in common. "So is Steve sweating bullets itching to go faster?"
Hugh made a face. "We'll know if he starts pushing instead of following."
Allie giggled and held out her hand.
He eyed it. "What?"
"I want to hold your hand."
"Oh!" He immediately enveloped her small hand in both of his. "This is nice," he said, his voice husky. She tugged his hands onto her lap and pressed his knuckles into her right thigh.
"Better than nice."
"Much better," he agreed.
A trailer truck roared past Steve, then Allie. She gripped the wheel harder with her left hand to hold the car steady through the sucking back draft, unwilling to let go of Hugh.
He paid no attention to the road, only her. "After all this time, I can hardly believe I'm finally together with you." He squeezed her hand. "I fell in love with you the first time I saw you."
"You mean it?" She searched her mind for her earliest memory of Hugh. "I remember you doing yard work almost every evening that first summer and fall."
"Yeah, hoping to catch sight of you."
"You're kidding, right?" She peered at him as the lights of an oncoming truck washed over them. Big and solemn, he definitely wasn't a man handing her a line.
"No. Once while you bid good-bye to some visitors, I mowed down my mother's rosebush. When she came to visit, she wanted to murder me. Twice while watching you mow, I watered the living room rug through the window screen with the hose." He grinned when she laughed. "Did you see me fall off the ladder?"
"No! How'd that happen?"
"I was pretending to clean gutters when I saw you fetch a watering can from the yard and fling it into the air with a blood-curdling scream."
"I remember that! I saw a snake in it!" She shuddered.
"Is that why you screamed? I always wondered.
Next thing I knew I was flat on my back on the ground with the breath knocked out of me."
She hunched a shoulder to her jaw, but couldn't hide her shamed smile. "I'm sorry I scared you."
"That's okay. You didn't see me lying there helpless and unmanly? I worried that you did, but ignored me to be polite."
"If seeing that coiled snake hadn't traumatized me, I might have noticed you there and tried to help you."
His body tensed, almost like a dog on point. "What would you have done to help me? Felt me all over for broken bones? Given me mouth-to-mouth?" He stared at her mouth.
Her throat tightened with excitement at the hunger and wonder in his eyes. "Would you have liked that?"
"So much I'd have died."
"Oh, Hugh, you're embarrassing me." I m sorry.
"No, no, don't be sorry. You're also turning me on like crazy."
He cranked down his window and sucked in air. His left hand stayed on her thigh, heavy, fire-hot. His voice croaky, he asked, "Did you like being married?"
"What do you mean?"
"Steve said you wouldn't marry again unless you could marry a millionaire or a movie star so you could get back at Brett. Is that true?"
She frowned. "I don't know. I hadn't thought about it."
"Will you ever marry again?"
"Probably when I find the right guy, sure."
"Will you please marry me?"
"What?! Hugh! Holey moley!" She needed both hands to keep the car on the road.
"You don't hate me, do you? You don't hate all men because of Brett's stupidity, do you?"
"No." The blazing brilliance of a Sheetz store filled the sky ahead. Allie signaled and drove into the brightness and parked. She studied Hugh's face.
"I'm a simple man, Allie. Strong and healthy, a good hard-worker, solvent, and I'd treasure you till my dying day."
She stroked the right side of his earnest, quietly handsome face with a hand that shook. "I'm not simple at all, I'm strong and healthy, broke as hell, and will treasure this moment till my dying day."
He smiled at her. "Then will you?"
She smiled back. "I'll certainly think about it while we get to know each other better. Meanwhile let's find out what we're like in bed together, okay?"
He caught his breath. "Tonight?"
"Most definitely, tonight. I'll never sleep otherwise!"
"Me neither! This won't go away." His hand brought hers to the erection straining his pants.
Steve rapped on the driver's side window. "Hey! You got car trouble or something? What's up?"
Allie rolled her eyes, squeezed what w; that Hugh half-choked, then rolled t window. "No, we've got the munchies." no intention of telling this slick woman. Hugh's proposal.
"Yeah? That's right, I guess it's lunchtime for you, bro." His gaze flicked across her hand in Hugh's lap. "Why's he's hard? Were you trying to bring him off again? Is that why you drove so damn slow?"
She widened her eyes at his accusing tone. "You know girls who drive and give hand jobs at the same time? Wow!"
Steve shrugged, his aggression lessening. "Not really. I was fantasizing, I guess, wondering what you were doing alone together." He searched her eyes, then sought Hugh's face. "What are you hungry for-besides hot pussy? Allie and I'll fetch the food since you can't go in there with that cannon in your pants."
Hugh laid one wrist across himself. "Coffee, three dogs. Pie, if they have cherry."
Allie leaned over and kissed him. She whispered in his ear, "I wish I was cherry for you." He groaned as she got out of the car.
Steve escorted her into the store as if he were her date. While waiting for their order, he squeezed her hand and leaned close. "You watch your step with Hugh. He knows nothing about handling a hot tamale like you."
"You think I'm a hot tamale? I'm flattered."
"Don't be. They're a dime a dozen."
"Hey!"
He strode into the back aisle, dragging her by the hand. Once there, he hugged her hard enough to squash her breasts flat against his ribs. "What do you know? They're real, not silicone."
"Hey!"
"You said that. If you're looking for a quick, hot bang, make sure Hugh knows that so he won't be crushed when you dump him. Don't be leading him on while you empty his bank account, you hear?"
"What's the matter with you? Quit flinging such ugly accusations like I'm a slut or a ... a barracuda!"
"Quit acting like one or both. I'm not stow like Hugh. You think I don't know you were playing us both at once? Isn't one man at a time enough for you? Maybe you haven't met your match-till now." He backed her against the soft drink cooler. With unerring precision he found a nipple and a pussy lip through her clothes and pinched them-hard.
"Ouch!" Allie shoved him away.
They were no longer alone. Hugh's fist clunked down on Steve's skull like a falling rock. Steve staggered, dazed and astonished at the blow.
"You hurt her!'. You hurt my Allie?!" Hugh filled his fists with Steve's shirt and fancy vest, lifted him off the floor and transported him out of the store past two open-mouthed clerks. Outside he shook Steve like a dog shakes a rat, then let go of him. While Steve clutched at stacked oil cases to catch his balance and his breath, Hugh's hands opened and closed, his eyes blazing. "Go home. I could kill you."
"Hugh...." Steve seemed bewildered.
Also bewildered were the clerks who joined Allie to peer through the doors, chattering with nerves. "Isn't that our Hugh?" the young man asked the older woman.
"I thought it was, but I'm not sure."
"Did you ever see him mad before?"
"Never!"
"Should we call the police?" Allie said, "No, don't. That's his brother."
"Oh? My stars!" The older woman shook her head.
Steve tried again. "But Hugh ... listen, bro...."
The big man pointed at the Firebird in a way that stopped Steve's protests and sent him shuffling to the car, rubbing his head. He sat a couple minutes staring at Hugh before leaving the parking area at a crawl. When the car was out of sight, Hugh refocused on Allie. He came through the doors and stopped, seeming unaware of the clerks who moved aside. "Are you all right?"
She bit her lip. Nodded. "Are you?"
He wiped one hand over his face. "No. Could you maybe hug me?" He looked as bewildered as Steve had.
"Would that help?"
"I think so."
As she opened her arms, he crossed the space between them in a single step and scooped her up. He hugged her so hard her ribs creaked, but she didn't mind somehow. She squeezed him back and felt him shudder, then breathe more freely.
"Would you ever get that mad at me?" she asked after a minute or so of having her feet dangle.
Startled, he pulled his head back just far enough to see her face. A minute passed before he could answer. "I don't like lying. I don't like hurting people on purpose. Would you do that?"
"Probably not, but if I did, would you hurt me?"
"No! I scared you? I'm sorry." He looked so contrite, it hurt her.
"You scared everybody." She gestured to the clerks.
He discovered them. "Judy! Mike! Hey, guys!"
"Hi, Hugh. Do you still want this food?"
His stomach answered for him by rumbling. "Can we eat here?" he asked Allie. "Or do you want to go home right away?"
"Here's good. Can't have you fainting, can I?"
He chuckled while he carried her to the short counter and settled her on a stool. He took the next one and sat facing her, his thighs enclosing her. "Judy and Mike, this is Allie Brannon. We're on our first date tonight. She's thinking about marrying me."
Three mouths dropped open.
He noticed Allie's. "Oops. Was it a secret? You didn't tell Steve, I noticed." His face darkened. "I'm glad, but these are my friends. I stop here on my way to and from work."
"Yeah?" She and the clerks studied each other. No doubt she looked a sight in her disheveled sassy dress, but she grinned. "Pleased to meet you. This is some first date, let me tell you. I thought he was quiet."
"Oh, he is!" Judy exclaimed. "Hugh's the best!" Mike said, "Still waters run deep, my granny says."
While Hugh ate and Mike served Allie a chocolate chip mint ice cream cone, the clerks told how Hugh lent help with jumper cables, wiped up the floor when the roof leaked, treated overheated kids to cold drinks, and changed a lady's flat tire. Squirming, red-faced, he said, "Aww," then focused on his food as though trying to tune them out.
Soon Allie realized his attention was on the way she licked her ice cream. She turned her head sideways to gather drips around the bottom edge and noticed small movements of his head and mouth mimicked hers.
"You want a bite?" she asked, holding it toward him. He braced a hand on her thigh, leaned close and took a big bite. He left his hand there while he savored the flavor and swallowed it, his hand hot, their gazes close and heating.
"What do you think? Isn't it good?" She wasn't sure herself whether she was talking about ice cream or the excitement between them again. "It's not bad, but it's not cherry pie." Her breath caught. "I'm not cherry pie either."
"You are to me."
Her heart and eyes filled a little, knowing he meant every word he ever said. She forgot the ice cream. He caught it before she dropped it on her dress. He held it for her to lick, then took another bite himself.
"Do you want one for yourself?"
"No, I'm helping you finish this so we can go to your house. I don't want to make another spectacle of myself." He shifted to hide his growing groin.
"Let's finish it on the way."
He shoveled money toward Mike and went out holding her close.
Just after they stepped outside, another customer pushed the door open to go in so they overheard Judy saying to Mike, "The bigger they are, the harder they fall."
When the door closed again, Hugh asked, "What does that mean? I always wondered."
"Now that you mention it, I'm not sure either."
He fed her while she drove across town to her house, getting ice cream on her nose once, on her chin the next time. Finally, hearing him laugh, she realized he was messing her on purpose. Giggling, she gave up swiping at the smears until she parked in her driveway. Then before she could clean herself up, he did it for her, holding her head in both his big hands and neatly licking her face clean like a big cat, buffing her skin dry with his lips and face, and making her pussy drool. He kissed her hungrily. They were both making small needy sounds before he finished. Their hot gasping breaths steamed the car windows. She fumbled her door open, but he refused to let her go. He pulled her toward him until she got tangled with the stick shift.
"Wait," he said, getting his door open. He backed out of the small car, lifted her free, and carried her toward the front door, kissing her all the way. They made it past the lock, past the entry hall, but not past the couch. He sank into it with her and gave a grateful, urgent sigh. His hands shook, feeling her all over, going under her dress, tangling in her garter belt straps. "Help me, Allie. Too many clothes."
"Yes, yes." Hurrying, she undid things and he helped her tug the dress off over her head. Her hair crackled in the semi-dark and settled around her shoulders. Sitting face-to-face on his lap in nothing but soft skin, puckered nipples, panties, garter belt, stockings, and slippers, she opened his shirt, spread it wide and rubbed her breasts back and forth across his broad, lightly-furred chest. Her excited nipples raked the fur. Her fingertips found his flat nipples and stroked them into raised nail heads.
He groaned and heaved upward beneath her.
"Where's your rubber? Which pocket?" she asked.
He leaned to the left to dig out the rubber. She opened his pants and tugged him out to fill her hands.
"Ooh, you magnificent thing, you!" she said to his cock. She stroked it to acquaint herself with his torpedo shape, mushroom head, fiery heat, silky smooth texture and musky scent.
He yanked her hands away and lay frozen, breathing raggedly, clutching her hands in his.
"You're that close to coming?"
He managed one stiff nod.
She gave him a minute to regain the control he wanted, then took the packet from him and opened it.
"Tell me when you're ready and I'll put this on you, okay?"
He made a tiny squeaky sound and nodded again. In a few seconds he patted her hand, then held his breath while she rolled latex onto his eager steely length.
She rolled backward down onto his legs, lifted her feet in the air and whisked her soaked panties off. She rolled back up until her face was inches from his, her breasts touching his chest. "May I sit on you?"
He didn't answer except to reach for her hips and help her into position. She gripped his cock, fitted the head to her opening, and sank and wriggled until she gloved him to the hilt. They both hissed at the intense pleasure of having him crammed deep inside her.
"Oh, Hugh!" she whispered, her eyes big. After a timeless period of wonder, she shifted herself and they hissed again. She shifted again. He made a questioning sound. It came again and again as she moved this way or that or flexed her inner muscles.
He cupped one breast, strained up to meet it with his mouth, sucked and whimpered. His cock expanded.
"Want you ... under me ... Allie my woman. Yell if I ... squash you." And he folded her down onto him and rolled onto the rug on top of her.
Hugh did squash her-deliciously-and it was so satisfying she had no intention of stopping him. Oh, how he filled her! She straightened her legs down along his, clamping down on his crowbar like a vise. "Ooh, yesss!" That brought her clit tight against his cock, mashed hard.
He looked down at her like he couldn't believe his eyes. He shook his head like a fighter who's taken a blow and is trying to clear his head, but it was no use. One stroke, two strokes, three and he was blasting for the moon, helpless to stop it, drowning in unendurable pleasure, his teeth bared. Allie could feel the outpouring like a thrill of electricity along his cock. Just as his jolts lessened, Allie's began. She twisted beneath him, felt something snap and went soaring into rapture, her cries sounding tortured.
CHAPTER THREE
He slumped Over her, his damp face touching hers, his elbows braced and quivering to take some of his weight, his head hanging too heavy to lift. She quit bucking and sighed, knowing she'd be embarrassed at her forwardness in a moment. Then realized Hugh hadn't gone soft. She turned her head and he opened his eyes, blinking tears..
"Are you all right?" he asked. "I didn't hurt you?" His fingers lightly stroked her face, tickling her lips, finding the sweat on her nose.
She smiled, sighed, stretched and felt his cock twitch inside her. "Better than all right. How about you?"
"I'm sorry I came so darn fast. I didn't get to do hardly anything I want to do."
"Like what?"
"Play with your female parts and get you juicy and ready. Sniff you. Nuzzle your breasts, rub my face in them, suck them more than one suck. See if you like my beard rubbing your skin. Roll you over and over so I can see and feel and smell and taste everything, your face, your breasts, your belly, your ass, your legs, your feet. I didn't get to kiss your fingers. I didn't get to wallow in the wonder of you with my mind. My greedy body took over."
She was amazed all over again at the "quiet" man. Each suggestion triggered needs she didn't know she had. Each idea made his cock harder and harder.
He gave a little pump and nuzzled her ear, his breath hot on her neck, his muscles becoming tense. "Oh, Allie, it's taking over again. Can a rubber hold two loads?"
"I don't know, Hugh, but don't worry. I have more. We can use another one."
He reared his head back, his face to the ceiling. "Thank you, God." He looked down at her again, her hair splayed out on the rug, her breasts jiggling freely with each move he made. "This time tell me what you like. Show me. I don't want to do anything wrong to displease you."
"You pleased me before. I came too, you know."
"I was wondering. How could you? I didn't get you ready."
"What are you talking about? We've been flirting all night, kissing and hugging each other, ground our what'ses together, and I helped you come. And you proposed to me. That's foreplay and then some!"
"Oh. Can't I do any of those other things then?"
"Do all of them if you want. I can't wait!"
He pulled out. "Me neither. Where's your bedroom?" He struggled to his feet despite his pants around his thighs and gave her a hand getting up. His cock was hard and red, two inches of the rubber dangling full of sperm.
"Oh Hugh! You've still got your shoes on! How on earth could you fuck with your toes suffocating?"
He looked astonished. "Does that matter to you? You've still got your slippers on."
Amazed, she wiggled her toes inside the stockings and pink satin. "Well, for heaven's sake! We didn't even get naked yet, did we?"
"Or much past the front door." He looked sheepish.
She backed up a step and eyed him as if he might explode. "You are some hot stuff, Hugh. I better watch my step around you. Maybe I should wear my oven mitts to undress you."
"You're undressing me?" His face glowed. "When?"
"How about now? Want to take a shower with me? My face still feels sticky."
His cock saluted, whacking her ear and nose when she knelt to help him out of his shoes and pants. "Tell it to behave, Hugh."
He laughed. "It doesn't listen to me. It pretty much does what it wants."
She peeled the rubber off", laid it aside, grabbed her naked giant by his naked stem and led him along behind her to her shower. "You make a nice pull toy, Hugh." His cock surged in her hand. "Fish a rubber out of the cabinet while I put my shower cap on. Be careful. If you laugh at my shower cap, I won't touch your dingle-dangle ever again."
At her teasing, he was grinning before he even saw her shower cap. The pink plastic had a job holding her mass of hair. Some hair peeped around her face where the elastic couldn't cover it. Hair there and hair between her legs and no hair anywhere else, just dainty soft skin and stockings.
"You look like a beautiful flower."
"Liar."
He sobered. "I never lie." She sobered. "Sorry, I know you don't. I was kidding."
He nodded. "You've still got too many clothes on." He knelt and fiddled with the clips, but he didn't know the secret. He sniffed, following her scent to its source, buried his nose in the warm musky nest between her legs. He inhaled, eyes closed, hands filled with her round ass cheeks.
"You're making my mouth Water."
"What a coincidence. Your staff does the same to me."
"I want to lick and kiss you here."
"Do you? I'd love that. I want to suck you off, too, but Steve wouldn't like it, I bet."
"I know. Maybe someday we'll do it anyway. Okay?"
"When we know it's safe, we'll do it every day. Okay?"
He hugged her legs. "Did I die? Is this heaven?"
"Nope. This is just Allie Joan Brannon here to tell you that you ain't seen or felt nothing yet. Give me a rubber, get in the shower and I'll show you."
He showed her, too. He lifted her up to his height and propped her on his left hip. Their faces were above the shower head and for once she was in no danger of drowning in the shower. He washed her face. She washed his. He washed her breasts and pits. She washed his chest pelt and shoulders and pits. He washed her belly and ass. She reached what she could. They decided to hell with the rest. He turned his back to the spray while she applied the new rubber. He braced her in one corner and his feet in two others. Then he sought to impale and she sought impalement. He and she were wet and slick outside. She was hot, wet and slick inside. He had staying power. She had gripping power.
"I can't believe I'm inside you. I dreamed of this so many times, but you're better than I ever dreamed."
"How I wish I'd known you wanted me!"
"Would you have wanted me when you were married?"
"I'd have dumped Brett a lot quicker instead of turning a blind eye to his wandering. What a miserable time we've both had!" She could admit this when ecstasy was so, so near.
"Yeah, awful." He squinched his face and tried not to come, but she came apart for him and her shuddering brought him such sweet, sweet pain, he came with a roar.
When they could manage, they stumbled to bed. Hugh hugged her, petted her, kissed her like a child with a precious teddy-bear. "I'm sorry you were miserable, my Allie. I wish I'd found you before Brett did."
"Really? How sweet of you to say so."
He shook his head. "Not sweet at all. It's true. I told you I fell in love with you the minute I saw you."
"I'm beginning to believe it. Tell me more."
"First time I saw you was the day you moved in. You looked luscious wearing short cut-offs and a snug T-shirt and a high pony-tail while you helped three men unload the furniture truck."
"How could you possibly remember what I wore? I don't even remember that."
He swallowed. "Your breasts and bottom bounced."
She laughed. "Did they?"
"I felt like running over there and rubbing your freshness all over my body. I wondered if you were somebody's daughter? Old enough to date?"
A soft gasp escaped her lips. "Oh, Hugh."
"Then you and the men took a break to have some beer. One man gave you a smart crack on the fanny and you yelped. He laughed at your outrage, threw an arm around your shoulders and kissed hell out of you. When you kissed him back, I realized you had a husband. I was devastated."
"Come here, you big, sweet man. Let me comfort you.
* * * * *
At noontime Monday Steve locked his cookie truck and sprinted up the stairs to an apartment above a mom & pop grocery store. Giving the door two raps, he went in. May turned from the stove, as eager as he. She looked good, alert as a cat, wearing a red blouse and red slacks, her graying blonde hair shining clean and soft against her shoulders, her figure firm. She didn't look like a widow of fifty-five. Anyone would think she was at least ten years younger.
"Blow job or bologna first today?" she asked.
"Blow job. No teeth."
She flashed her dentures and a dimple at him. "Just a sec." She vanished into her bathroom, but he followed, unbuckling his pants. He caught her removing her teeth and she glowered and shook her finger at him.
He sat bare-assed on the closed commode and grinned at her. "I've seen you toothless before, you old hag." His teasing made her giggle, but she refused to say a word without her dentures in place. "Any other woman with your talented gums would flaunt them."
She pinched his cheek, then got down to business jacking his half-hard to full power. Her talented fingers feathered his balls, making the sac draw up tighter. He closed his eyes. She knew just what he liked. Sniffing along his length, she took him into her fabulous toothless mouth.
His head met the bathroom wall with a thunk and rocked back and forth. "Oh, yes, yes, this is what I wanted, ever since Saturday."
She wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and cupped the other around his balls while licking and sucking him hungrily. Now and then she'd bite him a little with those gums, gentle gnawings that felt like nothing else in the world. She didn't deep-throat him. She didn't have to. He never lasted longer than fifteen minutes at the most. Her enjoyment while sucking, gumming, and slurping him bare mouth to bare cock excited hell out of him. This time he thought of Allie doing this to him. He imagined he was in her mouth or in her sweet, hot slot. The mere thought made his cock expand sideways. May knew what that meant. Her eager sounds stopped, she quit working him and waited expectantly. He exploded, banging his head on the wall after the first squirt gushed into her mouth. Time after time he spurted in an extra strong come. Her sounds came again, mingling with his. She had probably come right along with him. She often did without even touching herself. Weird.
She let him stay in her mouth a little while, not moving, because she knew he was sensitive after. Then she pulled back and swallowed. Still holding his cock loosely with one hand, she laid her head on his thigh and sighed. He plowed his fingers through her hair and waggled her head affectionately. Two minutes later his belly growling intruded on their contentment. She giggled and shooed him out of the bathroom, refusing to let him see her put her teeth back in. He had their coffee poured when she came out of the bathroom with her choppers in place.
"So what happened last Saturday?" she asked.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. I want to talk to you about that." They sat down to lunch together, same as every Monday and Thursday.
"I want to talk to you too."
"Yeah? What's up?"
"You first. Saturday you wanted sucked, right? Why?"
"You'll never believe it. Hugh got himself a girl."
"Your brother? Great! About time!"
"Yeah, I'm glad, but I acted like a horse's ass when it became obvious they were really hitting it off! I'm ashamed of myself. You'd think I was jealous!
"Were you? Who is this girl?"
He told May the whole story of the birthday drink, Hugh discovering the love of his life was divorced, and getting her to date him. "I warned him off her, but he didn't listen. Then after I saw how they ignite every time they touch each other, I tried to warn her to be careful, not to hurt him. I got mad. Hugh caught me giving her a pinch and was hard put not to kill me."
May swallowed a bite of her turkey breast sandwich. "Well, what did you have to get mad about?"
"That's just it. I don't know! She's a hot little beauty, kind of a strawberry blonde Sally Field who's out to prove she's desirable since her husband dumped her. She's desirable all right."
"So, Hugh's got good taste?"
"Damn good. But get this-he wanted me to help him catch her! I said hell no, then found out he didn't need help. It's amazing how they get along. I no sooner got used to the idea of giving him a helping hand than I see I'm not needed at all. I felt left out! After Hugh sent me home with my tail between my legs, he didn't come home for hours and hours. When he did, he seemed dazed and was walking on air."
"Oh, wow!"
"Yeah, I felt such jealous wonder I wanted to bite the wall."
"Why?"
He stared at May.
"Were you imagining what all he might be doing with her? Did you want to be the one doing them?"
He studied the tablecloth while he scored it with a thumbnail. "Worse than that-I wanted to see what they were doing. I guess I wanted to help."
"Did you want to participate?"
"Yeah." He swallowed some coffee, but it didn't ease the bitter taste in his mouth. "I accused her of trying to manipulate us both into wanting her. I guess I got mad because she quit."
May looked thoughtful while she finished her sandwich. "So what are you telling yourself? That you're a selfish bastard and a pervert for wanting a threesome with your brother's woman?"
"Yeah. Hugh gets his first piece of ass that wasn't paid for and I feel like, where's mine?"
May snorted with laughter and sloshed her coffee while setting her cup down. She laughed so hard tears came to her eyes. Turning her chair sideways to the table she laughed down at the floor, looked up at his affronted face, then back down at the floor, laughing even harder. She pushed at her dentures to keep them from flying out. Steve was indignant for at least half a minute, then his mouth wobbled and his own laughter came spilling out.
"Where's mine?" she parroted, wiping her eyes on the corner of the tablecloth, and suffered another gale. "How many women have you enjoyed anyway? Can you even count that high?"
"Hell, I don't know." He sat back in his chair as his laughter subsided, feeling much better now.
"Well, you're right. You are a selfish bastard."
"Gee thanks, May. I love you too."
"I know, for about two hours a week. That reminds me. I've got some news of my own. Remember that gentleman I told you about, with kittens to give away?"
"Hmm. Vaguely. What about him?"
"We're dating now."
"No kidding. Wasn't he young, though?"
She huffed another half-laugh. "Martin's older than you, baby boy. He's almost thirty-eight."
"Bully for him. What kind of dating are you talking about?"
She sliced Steve a wide wedge of chocolate cake with fudge frosting. "Going out to dinner, dancing, the health club, long walks."
"Kissing? Fucking?"
"Lots of kissing. The fucking's coming. I'll be careful, you know that, but I wanted you to know."
"Do you think this might get serious? Become a relationship?"
She stroked her hand along her throat, across her shoulder and down her arm, making him aware of her as a whole woman, not just a talented mouth.
"We talk about everything for hours on end. He wants me in his life. I think he's insane, but less so every time we meet."
"So, bearing in mind what a selfish bastard I am," he said with a grin, "what's the bottom line here? If and when you get married, no more suckee Steve? Or, no more sucks right now?"
"Oh, I'm not done with you yet. The present arrangement suits me fine. How about you?"
"Fine." He concentrated on the superb cake for awhile because it demanded his full attention. He licked his lips appreciatively when he finished. "I knew this was coming, you know, May. Over the last three years you've been getting younger and prettier."
"Damn straight. It's because I'm sucking down your youthful vitality. One day you'll wake up old and creaky, you watch!"
"Yeah, right." It was an old joke between them.
"I'm telling the next snoopy old biddy who insists I'm getting cosmetic surgery that my secret weapon for regaining youth is swallowing fresh, hot come from a young pup. If she doesn't die of shock, she and her friends will be after you like vampires."
He pretended to shudder. "Don't you dare!"
"I won't. They'd suck you dry and leave none for me.
"Ouch. Don't even say that." He covered his groin protectively and she giggled. "It's not funny, woman."
"Poor baby, I know."
A few minutes before he had to leave he asked May if he could use her phone.
"Are you still mad at me?" Steve asked when Allie answered. "If I say I'm sorry, are we still on for tonight?"
"That depends. Are you sorry or not? Are you going to treat me right?"
"Yes, to both. I'll be a good boy, I swear."
"Well, maybe I'll leave my weapons at home then."
"What weapons?" His alarm set May's shoulders to shaking.
"Wouldn't you like to know!"
He left that alone. "Did you decide where you'd like to go tonight?"
"I've always wanted to visit The Pines, if you don't mind."
"I don't mind. I'm a little surprised you'd want to hit another lounge on your night off."
"Just this once. Please?"
"Sure. See you at seven." He hung up.
May asked, "Will you really be a good boy?"
He shrugged. "Have to be. Hugh's made sure of that. If you ever saw him, you'd understand." He gestured to show his brother's great height and shoulders.
"Then tonight will be a new experience for you."
"What do you mean?"
"When's the last time you dated a hot girl you couldn't fuck? How will you handle that?"
"Beats the hell out of me."
CHAPTER FOUR
Allie loved how Steve's jaw dropped when she opened her door with Hugh standing beside her, both of them dressed to kill. She wore a figure-hugging purple mini-dress that suggested no underwear was beneath it. Hugh looked great in dark blue shirt and slacks and gleaming shoes. Steve wore black, his shirt open to show some hair on his chest.
She said, "Hugh's coming with us tonight, okay?" Steve scowled. "In the Firebird? We won't fit."
"How about my Blazer?" Hugh said. "Lots of room." At Steve's obvious consternation, he added, "You can drive if you want."
Steve's head jerked. "All right. Fine. Ready?"
"Just a moment." Allie laid her hands on his shoulders, stood on tiptoe and kissed Steve on the mouth just as if Hugh wasn't watching, just as if their date was ending well instead of beginning so oddly. She felt his mouth respond and his breathing change. His fingers found her waist and squeezed, drawing her nearer to let her feel his erection grow. When the kiss ended, Steve looked at Hugh who stood holding her sweater and purse, unperturbed.
"This is a real date then?" Steve asked. "Or is he coming along as your body-guard? I'm confused."
Smiling, Allie hooked her arms through both men's. "It's a real date with the three of us getting to know each other better and have a very good time. Okay?" She hugged their arms against her breasts.
Steve nodded, his enthusiasm returning. "It'll be different."
They walked down the walk three abreast. Allie giggled. "Follow the yellow brick road."
Steve helped her into the Blazer, his eyes on her derriere, legs, and silver heels. "You're no Dorothy."
"You aren't either. You're the heartless tin man."
"Gee thanks."
"How about me?" Hugh asked from the back seat. "Cowardly lion or scarecrow?"
Allie thought a minute. "You're the Wizard."
"What's wizard-like about Hugh?" Steve demanded.
She cleared her throat. "Hmm, well." She shivered with remembered pleasure. "If I told, he might get a swelled head and you might get jealous, so never mind."
Steve braked at the end of the driveway and faced his brother. "My God, Hugh, what did you do to her?"
All he got in answer were giggles and smiles.
"I didn't come out tonight to be teased and tantalized," Steve said.
Allie tugged his earlobe. "You didn't? Those are the best kind of dates!"
He sent the Blazer down the road toward the setting sun. "Maybe when they end right. What end do you have in mind? Taking on two men? No men? All the men who lay eyes on you in that stretchy purple thing?"
Hugh leaned forward. "Be nice, Steve. It's a project. You and I get to know Allie, she gets to know us, and her ex gets the air."
"Explain that last part in English."
"Brett got a girl pregnant." Her voice was hard.
"That happens. So what?"
"He made sure I didn't get pregnant, no matter how much I begged him for a baby. He called me yesterday and crowed about the joys of impending fatherhood-and I know darn well he doesn't feel happy about it at all. He's just trying to hurt me."
"Did it hurt?" Steve asked. Hugh's hand swallowed her shoulder in a comforting way.
"Not as much as he's going to hurt when the three of us waltz into his favorite bar and flaunt the joys of being single and sexy and care-free."
Steve caught Hugh's eye in the rear-view mirror and raised his brows just so. "What's that about?" she demanded.
"I warned Hugh right off you'd be out to show Brett what he's missing."
Steve's face and voice seemed so world-weary, so bored. Was she that obvious? That predictable? Allie turned her face away from the men, horrified, angry, despairing. Her dreamed-of night of glory suddenly looked so knee-jerk stupid to her. She enjoyed herself so much with these two men, too much to wreck it. She brought her teeth together with a click. Fuck Brett. She was lucky to be rid of him, luckier yet she wasn't saddled with a fatherless child to raise alone.
"Turn around," she told Steve.
"What?"
"We're not going to The Pines. Let's do something we three would really, really enjoy. Any suggestions?"
"Are we barring bed fun or including bed fun?" Allie turned a humor-filled face to Hugh. "Does he have a one-track mind, or what?"
"Name one thing you like better," Steve said.
"Eating when I'm hungry, sleeping when I'm tired, toasting by a fire when I'm cold, swimming when I'm hot."
"Yeah," Hugh agreed. "And pay-day."
"Ooh. What do you do on pay-day, Hugh?" Allie turned sideways in her seat, all excited.
"For fun, you mean?" He looked embarrassed.
Steve snorted. "Yeah, tell her what you buy, bro. I dare you."
He shrugged a massive shoulder. "Sexy magazines."
"No kidding! Can I read some?"
Both men stared at her in astonishment.
"What? Are they super secret and private?"
"Females don't generally like them," Steve said.
"Oh." She digested that, disappointed. "Shucks, I've always been curious. Couldn't I even see one?"
Hugh grinned. "You can see whatever you want, any time."
"Thanks, Hugh. I'll hold you to that promise!"
Steve drove past The Pines, smiled and reached for Allie's hand. "Hey, I know a great place for fish. You won't believe how good it is! Want to try it?"
Allie looked at Hugh and found a smile to mirror her own.
"I'm always ready to eat," Hugh said. "No kidding, bro."
"Hey, knock it off. He's not fat, he's big."
"Right." Hugh beamed and rode the rest of the way leaning forward and holding Allie's right hand above her breast. Steve held her left hand.
Twenty miles later, Steve pulled off the road and parked at a hotel. "This is it."
Allie looked at him, then slid out of the Blazer. "A hotel, huh? Why am I not surprised?"
"What do you mean?"
"What do you think I mean, Steve the Stud?"
Irritated, he kicked a pebble. "Oh yes, this is where I always feed 'em and fuck 'em, yes indeed. And you're next, little lady. All we gotta do is knock out the big bozo here, then wham-bam."
Hugh gave them both a gentle shake. "Be nice now."
Allie sighed. "I'm sorry, Hugh. I was out of line, Steve. Have you ever met a Richie Overturf?"
Steve opened the door where rich food scents met their noses, plush carpeting silenced their footsteps, soft music lowered their voices. "Overturf? Redhead, freckles, smarmy smile?"
"Right. My brother."
Steve chuckled. Hugh asked, "What's the joke?"
"Richie fucks anything and everything of either sex. He makes Steve here look like Sunday school."
Hugh's eyes widened, so Allie laughed too. They settled at a side table in an enormous room and heard music and talking from a bar in the next room. A waitress took their orders and said there'd be a half-hour wait for the baked haddock dinners. Would they like a drink? They would, and ordered three beers
"You two are the handsomest men here," Allie said after taking stock of the several dozen diners there. She slid her hands down each nearest male thigh. Hugh sucked in his breath and covered her hand with his. Steve bounced his leg and shifted his jaw to a jaunty angle. "Does hearing that make you both hard?"
Hugh nodded. Steve said, "You'd know if you moved your hand."
"Maybe after my second beer," she teased.
"Maybe after our first dance," Steve teased back.
She perked up. "We can dance here?"
"I don't dance," Hugh said.
She turned to him. "Aw, Hugh. Dancing with you would be almost as good as taking a shower with you. I don't demand that you move your feet, just hold me and we'll sway with the music."
"I get the first dance," he said and stroked his hand up and down her back.
Her eyes closed. She absorbed the stroking like a kitten, feeling blissful enough to purr.
"What's this about a shower?"
They both smiled at Steve.
"When on earth did you two take a shower together?"
Hugh said, "That first night."
Allie said, "Our second fuck."
"What? You had her twice that night?"
Hugh shook his head. "A gentleman never tells."
Allie shook her head too, keeping her mouth shut, but the corners quivered as she held up three fingers.
"Damn, bro. It must run in the family!"
The baked haddock arrived with their second round of beer. Their first few bites of the tender, flaky, fish and ample trimmings stopped their talk. Tiny noises and sighs of enjoyment reigned while they filled their bellies. When they finished, Allie sat back feeling utterly satisfied. Hugh shifted sideways in his chair and sighed like a large, sated lion. Steve had his eyes half-closed.
She touched his arm. "You were so right. That was the best fish I've ever tasted in my life. Thank you."
"You're welcome. May I have the second dance?"
Allie realized it was time. The lights went down over the bare floor area and the music swelled. She turned to Hugh. "Are you too full to dance?"
He kissed her and drew her out of her chair.
"Oh, Hugh, you have such a way about you." She went into his arms and laid her head on his chest. But they didn't match as she'd imagined. He was too tall. She could hear his heart beating. His cock pressed her belly. His face was utterly out of reach.
He chuckled and lifted her off the floor. As he settled her against him nose to nose, breast to chest, he rumbled, "Hi, babe."
She giggled. "At least turn me away from the dance floor so everyone doesn't see your hands on my ass."
"Yes, ma'am." He complied, then squeezed her there. "But now Steve is looking. And I don't feel any panties."
"That's right, so don't let my dress ride up, okay? Or Steve will get a real eyeful."
He nuzzled her nose, breathing hard, his cock a rock. "I want inside you again so bad, I ache."
"Do you? I've been remembering and thinking about you, too."
"I still want you to marry me."
"Can you give me more time? I guess I'm not over Brett as much as I thought. Look how I let him get under my skin about that baby."
"Can we sleep together while you decide? Maybe live together?".
"Hmm. That might be nice. I missed you after you left the other night."
He held her tighter and twirled around once. When the music ended, he let her down carefully, but not quite carefully enough. Her dress rode halfway up her bare buttocks and she heard a gasp behind her.
Steve pressed close to her back and helped yank it back down. "It's my turn." His voice was hoarse.
Allie went into his arms, waving farewell to Hugh and blowing him a kiss to show she wasn't upset about her dress riding up. Steve's erection hit her low in the belly, his breath in her ear.
"Did you do that on purpose?" His hand stroked across her bottom. "Anybody could have seen you."
"Do you think anybody but you did see?"
He danced them in a slow circle before he answered. "Nobody's gawking and pointing and whispering, but maybe they're not the type."
"Did they gawk and point and whisper when Hugh danced for both of us?"
"I saw smiles."
"Do you see smiles now?"
"Nah. Some jerk just checked you out." Steve swiveled her, his leg going deep between hers.
"Why'd you do that?"
"So he'd quit staring. He didn't see me glaring."
"No, why'd you put your leg there?"
"Here?" He did it again. "Because it feels damn good."
"Yes, it sure does. Do it again." Three more turns like that had his breath hot in her ear and her clinging to him. "You're some dancer."
"This is nothing. If you'd worn panties we could try dirty dancing, but I'm not showing these jerks your pussy hair and I'm not sure I can keep from coming."
"Why don't we go home and dance? I'll put on panties, if you insist."
The music ended. He herded her off the floor in front of him to hide his erection. "You working tonight, bro?" he asked Hugh at their table.
"Yeah. Maybe we should get on home."
"Let me hit the ladies' first, guys."
On the way home, Steve drove, Hugh sat in the passenger seat, and Allie sat on Hugh's lap, facing Steve. She noticed Steve's gaze flick across her legs from time to time, more and more often as her dress rode up.
"Teach me how to dance like that, Steve. It looked like Allie likes it."
"I do."
"Watch the movie, bro. Dancing like that gives me such a boner, I have to fuck my partner or die."
"You want to fuck my Allie?"
"You know it. You gonna pound me?"
"How can I blame you for wanting her? I want her with every breath."
"Oh, Hugh." Allie kissed him and felt his erection press harder against her hip.
He ran his hands over her like she was precious gold, newly-minted. "Sometimes you and Steve snap at each other, but while you were dancing, you responded to him. Was that only the dancing?"
Allie was startled. "You're so direct, Hugh!"
That didn't deflect him a bit. "Sometimes when people snap at each other, it means they're interested in each other. Are you interested in Steve?"
She sighed. "Yeah, but against my will in a way. I grew up with Richie chasing everyone, and was married to a man with a roving eye, so I understand Steve, but I wouldn't marry him."
"I wouldn't ask you!" Steve said.
"I want you and only you," Hugh told her. "If you want more than one man, I want it to be Steve and me."
"You'd share me with Steve?"
"He's not the bad guy you sometimes seem to think, and much better than Brett. Brett never deserved you."
Steve huffed a laugh. "I don't believe this. Are you suggesting we take turns with her or what?"
"That's up to Allie. I was just wondering if she wanted you or not."
Allie said, "Not as much as I want you, but I must admit the idea of having you both in bed at the same time makes me very hot. I was shocked at first, but the idea wouldn't go away."
Steve tugged one high heel off, tossed it onto the floor, and pulled her foot into his lap, snug against his erection. "It crossed my mind too."
"And mine," Hugh said, "but I'm not sure how to work it. Do you know, Steve?"
"Hell, no. My threesome fantasies and experiences involved two women and me. This is different."
"We'll have to wing it." Allie wriggled her foot against Steve's hard-on and snuggled closer to Hugh's.
Hugh said, "Drive faster."
Steve laughed and hit the gas. "I like it already. You usually tell me to slow down!"
"Whose house are we going to?" Allie asked.
Hugh said, "Ours, okay? I want to get every moment of you I can before I have to go to work."
Allie said, "You could call in sick."
"Don't tempt me. It's too late now to ask someone to replace me."
"Then let's get you started now." She slithered to the floor between Hugh's legs and started opening his pants. Both men tensed and stared at her hands.
Hugh gulped. "What are you doing?!"
"Do you think there's room in the front seat for me to sit on this sweet pole of yours?"
Hugh groaned as she maneuvered his cock from its prison. "Allie, I'm too big. My legs are too long."
"Holy shit," Steve said, clearly shocked and amused at Hugh's cock showing. "You expect me to stay on the road while you two fuck? I'll wreck this thing."
"How about we get in the back seat? Or shall I just do this?" She hiked up her dress and sat on Hugh's lap with her back to him and his cock beneath her bare pussy. She spread her legs and tugged his hands toward her groin. "Will you play with me this way?"
Hugh explored her entire body, cupping and caressing her breasts through her stretchy dress, then rubbing her bare belly, petting her fur, sliding his fingers along her slit, making her lips swell and her juices flow. He peered over Allie's shoulder, wanting to see what he was feeling. In the glow of the dash, it looked like she had a short cock sticking out beneath her pussy.
She reached down and levered it up against her open lips. "Am I wetting you?"
He tilted his pelvis, trying to jam his cock tighter against her. His cock stuck out another inch further beyond her pussy lips.
"Play with yourself, Hugh. Show me how you make yourself come. Pretend I'm not here at all."
Both men laughed. Hugh moved Allie's hair away so he could kiss her neck while his right hand reached beneath her pussy to grip his cock. He plied it back and forth sideways, rubbing it across her gash.
"Ooh!" she said and wriggled with pleasure.
He turned her face with his left hand so he could reach her mouth with his. With his right hand he lightly whacked his cock up against her pussy, making a rhythmic sticky wet smacking sound. Steve slowed down to tickle and tug on her left nipple while he drove.
"Ooh-aah," she said, her clit responding to the steady bumping by growing harder and harder. Needing to do something with her hands, feeling too excited to just sit there, she tangled her hands with Hugh's, helping him continue the whacking, rubbing and pulling at her swollen pussy lips. Her fingers bumped his cockhead, so hot and incredibly silky-smooth. She transferred her attention there, tweaking, stroking, lightly squashing the head between her thumb and forefinger. Feeling it leak pre-cum she gasped with heightened excitement and rubbed it into his hot skin. He moaned and shook beneath her. He yanked her hand away and took hold of his cock a different way to tug on it. His thumb banged her clit with each up and down motion, making her gasp each time. His hips thrust, too, creating some exciting friction where his cock rubbed along her wet slit. Her left hand searched for something to grab and brace against. Steve gripped it. "I'm ... gonna come, Hu-Hugh. Are you?"
He opened his gasping mouth wide and lightly sank his teeth into her neck. Tingles shot down her spine and out her pussy, seemed like. She twisted and ground herself down onto his cock and bumping thumb, then gripped him tight against her. She came with a bang, "Eeyahhh-hah!" jerking forward like a spring-slammed door.
Heaving beneath her, he grunted and empted too, spraying semen into her hair and against the dashboard, jet after powerful jet.
Allie sagged and clutched the dash as Hugh sank back down into the seat, his chest working like a bellows. Her fingers slipped in the goo and he caught her back to him for a gratifying hug. Their faces gleamed with sweat. Her hair dripped with come. The Blazer bounced into the Block brothers' driveway.
Steve killed the engine and seized Allie by the arm. "My turn, my turn. Watching you ... My God, I need to come."
"How?"
"Inside you."
"Where?"
"Anywhere!" He tugged at her as he got out of the Blazer. Hugh helped lift her across the console and she scrambled out on unsteady legs. Steve's hand was trembling as he hustled her up the porch steps.
"Here." He turned there and flattened her against the porch railing, kissing her deeply, letting her feel the need in him, driving two fingers deep inside her.
She felt ready again, eager, and gripped his hair and ears to feed on his mouth. He opened his pants while he kissed her, broke free and crooned, "Wait a minute, wait a minute," while he ripped open a condom packet and rolled the latex on, then lifted her one leg and searched for home. Two prods and he slid all the way to the hilt, just as Hugh tromped up the steps and loomed beside them.
Allie and Steve both whimpered at the incredible fit and feel of their bodies together. Hugh rumbled in empathy and laid a hand on each one's shoulder. Steve cried out and succumbed to the driving need to move. He filled his hands with her ass as he thrust inside her, deep, deeper, sideways, faster, gasping, grunting. At the height of the tension he went still a moment.
Allie felt the thrill rattling through his cock as he pulsed hard and deep inside her. Once, twice, she started to shake, three hits and she went out of her mind. Someone covered her mouth with his hand. She recovered to find her hands clutching their shirts. A dog barked somewhere. A car drove by. A door slammed. The cool night air moved across her hot, damp skin. Steve held onto the condom while he slowly disconnected from her, making her twitch and "ooh." He drooped, resting his butt on the porch railing, and wiped his sleeve across his face.
"Ain't she something?" Hugh asked Steve, giving Allie a squeeze and a kiss.
"Hey, it ain't me. It's you guys, believe me."
"Okay, we're three fucking wonders," Steve said. "Can we get into the house now before someone comes along here?"
CHAPTER FIVE
"HOW long do we have together, guys?" Allie asked as she accompanied them inside and one of them hit some lights. She saw two loungets and a couch opposite the big TV in the living room, a rumpled newspaper and a beer can on the coffee table, shoes scattered beneath it. No ashtrays. No plants. No rubble. She smiled.
"I leave for work at eleven or so," Hugh said.
"I get up early so I usually hit the rack at ten-thirty," Steve said, "but with you here, I might stay up late. How long can you stay?"
She shrugged. "My only deadline is getting my beauty sleep before work tomorrow night. What time is it now?"
Hugh consulted his watch. "Almost ten."
"What can we do in an hour? Show me where the bathroom and your bedroom are, Hugh. And your sexy magazines."
Hugh held her hand as they went upstairs. Steve held her ass. The light switch at the door turned on a small lamp on each side of a simple, but enormous bed. Hugh had told her he used black-out blinds to darken the room for daytime sleeping. He didn't mention the navy drapes that matched the king-size bedspread, the medium blue walls, and the wall-to-wall carpeting of dark gray tweed.
"It's like a dark cave in here," Allie said.
Steve snickered. "Yeah, a bear cave and Hugh's the bear."
Hugh bunched his shoulders in mock menace. "Grr."
Allie patted her giant beast. One wall of the room held a stereo, a small TV, book shelves largely filled with mystery novels, and stacks of men's magazines.
She laughed. "You sure don't hide the magazines!"
Hugh smiled and shrugged. "This is a guy place. No parents. No kids. You might be the first person who's been in here in years besides me and Steve." His hands petted her shoulders and slid under her hair, trembling slightly. He kissed her with sweet hunger. The stereo came on, playing fantastic down-and-dirty strip joint music. Steve grinned, stripping off his shirt. "This is Jelly Roll Morton music by the Wynton Marsalis Septet, and we all have entirely too many clothes on."
"I agree." Swaying to the music Allie reached for Hugh's zipper, but four male hands gripped her dress by the hem and lifted, peeling it up and off her. She raised her arms to help. Somebody gasped while the dress came off her breasts and covered her head. Her tits bounced free, the peachy-pink nipples puckering. When the dress hit the floor, she reached to scratch and rub her globes, but the men got there first.
Each took one for himself. Hugh filled his hand, leaving the nipple protruding between his thumb and fingers so he could suckle her. His tugs tightened her nipples further and made her hiss, shooting arrows of arousal from that breast to her groin. Steve weighed her other breast with both hands, flicked and thrubbed her nipple, then joined his brother in hungry nursing. Her knees went so weak she clutched at their hair to keep from falling.
They lifted her in the air. She was on the bed in a heartbeat, swiftly followed by the brothers. They tore off" their clothes while they feasted their eyes on her. What a glorious sensation! She felt beautiful. She stroked her face, throat, breasts, belly and legs, rejoicing in their avid gazes. She dragged one hand back up her body by way of her pussy and gasped, amazed at how her pussy felt. "It's so warm and buttery!" Her inner lips were swollen into soft pillows, her clit hard and jaggy with excitement at the merest touch, her opening wide and welcoming from Steve's recent plowing.
Steve finished undressing first and rolled Allie over onto her belly. "What a sweet, round ass! Can I smack it a little?" His hands swept up and down her back and legs and around and between her ass cheeks. She didn't answer except to wriggle and stretch beneath his massage. "See her wiggle, Hugh? That's a yes. I won't hurt her." And he delivered several light stinging slaps.
"Ooh!" Her flesh quivered and heated, along with her pussy. "More!" She wiggled her butt enticingly.
"Yes, please. Just a couple. It's making my pussy so hot! Show him, Steve. Give Hugh a swat."
"Oh, Lord! Listen to what you're asking, girl! Hitting a guy's ass isn't what I bargained for."
Allie bounced up to sit on her heels, all smiles. "I'll do it!" She shoved at Hugh and Steve, giggling. "Lay down so I can lay into you."
One good two-handed crack to Hugh's cheeks and she cried, "Ow!" Her palms stung like crazy. She blew on them.
"Ha! I didn't feel anything," he said.
"It's his tough ass," Steve explained. "What you need is a paddle."
She blinked at Steve's knowledgable tone, then grinned. "Have you got one, by chance?"
His cheeks showed some color. "Just the one Mom used on us."
"Were you bad boys?"
"Not me," Hugh declared. "Steve was always getting it."
"I can believe that." She giggled, then squirmed and poked at her excited pussy. "Did it make you hot in the crotch like this, Steve?"
"Not then, it didn't. I just cried." He reached between her legs and felt her up. "Good golly, you're wet and hot as a barber towel!"
"Ooh!" She gritted her teeth against the pleasure of his circling thumb and probing middle finger. "You're trying to distract me, I think."
"Damn right."
"Hugh, baby, help me remember we need to paddle this bad boy sometime, will you?"
Hugh laughed, coming up on his knees to kiss her. "You got it." He had one hell of a hard-on and put her hand on it.
Steve saw it. "That better be for Allie and not caused by the thought of spanking me!"
Intent on kissing and petting each other, neither Hugh nor Allie answered. Steve sighed with what sounded like relief. Allie's felt her pussy gush juice onto Steve's finger.
Hugh moaned into her mouth. "Wish I didn't have to go. Fuck me good-bye, Allie."
"Yes, yes. A rubber, please, someone."
Hugh stretched one long arm to his nightstand. Allie tried to tear open the packet with fingers that shook from Steve's insistent thumb on her clit. "Ooh!" She jerked and sucked in her breath, then grabbed his hand with both of hers and jammed his thumb tight against her. She bucked several times, eyes closed, teeth bared, "Umm, oom, oomph!" then yanked his hand away. She sagged, panting for a minute before she remembered the rubber.
Hugh found where she dropped it and opened it. "Dammit, what'd you do that for, Steve? I wanted her to come with me."
"Oh, I will, I will, don't worry." Allie took the rubber from him, pushed him in the middle of his chest till he laid back down. She sniffed and kissed his balls, and applied the latex with loving strokes.
He rumbled with pleasure, but said, "You can come so quick again?"
"Girls are greedy, Hugh. Marathon mamas. Coming queens."
"I read that, but I didn't quite believe it."
"It's true with me! Do you want me on top or under?"
"Yes." He pulled her legs over him, breathing in shallow jerks while she placed his cock head in position to take her, then quit breathing altogether as she slid downward, her pussy gulping his eager pole. He grimaced, his neck arched. "Yesss!"
"That's so good!" She flopped forward, bracing her hands on his chest and twisted her hips in a little circle. They both groaned and sighed and caught their breath at the exquisite sensations of his cock being cranked around inside her. It was so good, she did it again, slower. Biting her lip, she bucked at the end, just once. "Oops, I came, Hugh. Now my leg muscles won't work. You gotta help me."
He chuckled, held her close and rolled them over. Steve rushed out of the way to avoid being knocked off the bed. She lowered her legs along his, creating that same tight fit she loved. Hugh braced himself on his arms above her and gave her back the same little circular crank.
She gasped and writhed, twisting her head back. Her eyes rolled up, her lids slid shut. Her cheeks felt on fire, her cunt and belly felt so full of him, she almost felt like her body was nothing now but a living condom, as if she existed just to contain him, embrace him, be stretched to thin limits by him. Overwhelmed by pleasure, she opened her mouth and licked her lips. "Oh, how I wish I could suck you and fuck you at the same time!"
Hugh's cock gave a jerk. "Alleee!"
Steve made a strangling noise and wrapped her hand around his blazing hot hard cock. While Allie gripped it, she lifted her head to kiss Hugh's chest. Hugh bent down to kiss her mouth, giving her his tongue to suck. She sucked it and dueled tongues and nipped and feasted. He moaned and began humping, helpless to stop himself or delay any longer. He broke the kiss, braced himself on his elbows, rested his chin in her hair and really plowed into her. She wrapped one arm around his side, kissing his tight nipple, and felt Steve's hand cover hers to help pump his shaft. Steve's other hand closed over her breast.
She could only focus on one man, so chose Hugh. He was growing slick with sweat, close to coming, taking her with him to the heights of tension. She couldn't really move, didn't really need to, happy to absorb his thrusts and feel the tension mounting higher. Then she felt the first hint of his semen boiling along his pipe and couldn't help moving. She laid hold of his ass and wrenched beneath him.
He convulsed long and hard, making quiet pleasure sounds, muscles pumped-a big strong man overwhelmed and helpless.
Because of her? That thought made her shiver apart in another orgasm on top of the waning one, like a booster-stage orgasm.
Steve shot semen that landed all over his brother's back. Still gasping, he said, "Jesus, I'm sorry, bro. Wasn't thinking." He wiped a hand across Hugh's wide, sweaty back to clean it off.
"Huh?" Hugh turned his head like a groggy bear.
"Never mind."
Hugh disconnected himself the same slow way Steve had, and Allie twitched and said "ooh" the same way. He chuckled, low and exhausted. "Ain't nobody as responsive as you, Allie. Can't be." As he flopped down beside her she rolled so they lay face-to-face, foreheads together, his arm around her hip, her palm on his side. Steve settled behind Allie, his hand on her shoulder. Hugh heaved a sigh.
Steve said, "You can say that again."
"What I wouldn't give to sleep all night just like this," she said and sighed. "Let's figure out when we all have a night off."
Hugh became alert enough to prop his head on one hand. "Yeah! I'm off Thursday this week, Wednesday next, then Tuesday ... like that."
"I'm off every Saturday and Sunday," said Steve.
"I have every Monday and alternating Sundays. Next Sunday isn't mine."
Mental calculations occupied them for a minute. "Damn," Allie said.
Hugh frowned. "What?"
Steve told him, "That means only one Sunday out of seven we're all free at once."
"So the first time we can all spend a day together is...." Allie counted her fingers, but got tangled up. "I need a pencil and paper."
Hugh frowned at his watch. "And I need to get dressed!" They broke apart. He handed Allie a notepad and pen and headed for the bathroom. "When's the first time we can be together?" he called over the sound of splashing.
Allie and Steve put their heads together over a calendar, figuring it out. As he returned, washed and combed, she said, "You and I, Hugh, can have Monday three weeks from now. The following Sunday is for all of us."
"A whole month? I don't think I can wait that long." He stepped into his briefs.
She grinned. "Isn't he cute?" she asked Steve, who made a face and shrugged. She scurried over to Hugh, fingering and patting what he was trying to cover up. "Need any help there?"
Chuckling, he eluded her and snatched up his uniform shirt. "You're better at pulling cocks out than at putting them away."
"Hey, I'm good at putting my toys away."
"You think so? How about my toys? You haven't put them away." He scanned her naked body, kissed her peachy nipples, patted her creamy ass, and tugged her red-gold pussy hair. "But I'm not complaining!"
"Me, either," Steve said. "Let's burn her clothes."
"I'll just wear yours, guys." She found Hugh's discarded shirt and put it on. On her it resembled a tent, baring one shoulder and hanging to her knees, but it clung to her curves just enough to emphasize the difference between what that shirt usually covered and the woman now inside.
Hugh groaned and pushed at his crotch. "Woman, are you trying to seduce me? I'll lose my job!"
"I'm sorry."
"No, no, I'm sorry. I just realized how much I wouldn't care tonight. Right now if someone offered me a nickel to quit, I might!"
Steve made a disbelieving noise. "This from a man who hasn't missed a day of work in years. She's just another woman, man. No offense, Allie."
"You must be blind." Hugh stood fully dressed in his charcoal uniform with black stripes on the pants and epaulets, his hands on his hips, disgust on his face. He scooped Allie's dress from the floor and put his arm around her shoulders. "He doesn't deserve your company another minute. I'll take you home, my lovely. Where are your shoes?"
"Shoes?"
"Likely in the Blazer, along with her purse and sweater," Steve said. "We kind of left it in a hurry."
Hugh gave him a meaningful look. "You sure as hell did-and nailed her on the porch. You do that for just any woman?"
Steve opened and closed his mouth, looking uneasy.
Hugh nodded. "See? She's special."
As Allie and Hugh went down the stairs, she squeezed his hand. "If anyone's special, it's you. How come no other woman has claimed you yet?"
"Aw." He lifted her into the Blazer, piled her gear into her lap and slammed the door. Getting into the driver's seat, he said, "I don't know about all that, but after I saw you, I was saving myself."
Allie suspected he meant that. She swallowed the lump in her throat. "Oh dear, and now we ruined it with our greedy sexual appetites so you can't wear white at your wedding. What a cad I am."
Instead of relieving the tension with laughter, her remark made him hit the brakes too suddenly in her driveway. "Does that mean you'll marry me? Can we do it soon? Otherwise I'll rarely get to see you!"
"I'm still thinking about it." She kissed him. "When can I see you tomorrow?"
"When you sleep after work, what time do you wake up?"
"Five-ish."
"Come over then and help me get dressed for work. We'll have till seven to see if you can put my breasts away better than I can put your cock away."
He sucked in a breath. "I'll be hard all night." He cupped her head in his hands and kissed her thoroughly, making her pulse pound.
She pulled away with reluctance. "You better get going. Will you be late?"
His watch earned a glare. "Eeesh. I might. I'll watch you get in safe first."
"Goodnight." She made him stay put while she slid out and scurried barefoot across the cool grass to her house. Once she got the door open, she stood there and waved until he drove out of sight. The phone was ringing.
"Hello?"
"Goodnight, Allie. Sweet dreams."
"Goodnight, Steve."
He hung up and she smiled, taking his call as a subtle apology for calling her just another woman. She realized he couldn't actually say he was sorry or take his words back-he might be making a commitment and lose stud status!
* * * * *
Hugh arrived at Allie's house at four-thirty bearing flowers and candy. He whistled at how she looked barefoot, in short white cut-offs and a blue-green tank top with no bra.
He looked all spiffed up in blue slacks and a white shirt with his chin shiny-shaved and his hair wet-combed, but his eyes looked tired.
She laughed as she thanked him. "How much sleep did you get?"
"Not enough. Could you use a nap, lady?"
"What a good idea! Right this way, sir."
They grinned at each other as she led him by the hand toward the back of her house. He was brought up short by the disarray in the dining room. On the table was a sewing machine, stacked bits of fabric, and trailing streams of pieces sewn together so they looked like kite tails. Fluffy batting, bolts of fabric and cutting and measuring tools lay everywhere.
"What's this?"
"I'm making another quilt."
"Yeah? How many have you made?"
She blew air through her lips. "Too many to count. Need one?"
His eyes lit up. "You'd give me something you made?"
"Oh, you sweet man. I'm a dog-gone quilt factory." She stood on tiptoe to kiss him. "Come on and take your pick. We'll initiate it for you during our nap."
"Umm, I don't intend to sleep. I want to fuck you silly."
She grinned and pinched his butt. "I know that. Here we are." She threw open the door of a guest room filled with so many quilts there was no room for a guest to sleep. Colorful, puffy quilts and comforters filled the bed, the open closet and all the furniture.
"You made all these? Don't you ever sleep?"
She giggled. "Which one do you like?"
He looked boggled at the array. "Which one do you recommend?"
"Well, what do you like best? Elephants? They're on all the quilts over there. Cats? This end of the bed. Stained glass designs? In the closet. More traditional patterns? Some of these. A denim one, a velvet one, something in lace.'" She touched them, patted, pointed.
He gave her a wicked look. "What if I'm just interested in naked ladies?"
"Hey, what a good idea! I'll make one. Can you wait a couple months?"
"Nope." He slid his hands under her tank top, lifting her by her waist. "Let's get you naked right now."
"My bedroom is that-a-way. Hey, wait." She grabbed a quilt as he carried her out of the room. "This quilt's for you-light, medium and navy blue interlocking H-shapes, perfect for a man named Hugh who sleeps in a navy blue cave."
"You're right. It's beautiful. How'd you come to make it that way?"
"I don't know. I made a green one with interlocking T-shapes first." She wrapped it around his shoulders like a cape. "It matches your eyes!"
"You'll look gorgeous on it," he said. "I keep remembering how you looked so pink and white and red-haired on my bedspread last night."
She shivered in his arms. "I came so much last night, juice ran down my legs as I ran across my yard."
"My rubber didn't break, did it?"
"No, it was just girl juice. My panties are getting wet now."
"Yeah?" Giving her cream-colored bedroom a glance to locate her bed, he placed her on it, spread her legs wide, and buried his nose in the crotch of her shorts. He inhaled and moaned. Keeping his face there, he said, "Allie, you smell so good you make my mouth water. Would it be safe to lick you?"
She dug her fingers in his hair, her pussy warming from wanting his mouth there, from feeling his hot breath there. "Brett always used a rubber, terrified we'd have a child. The last time I had unprotected sex was when I sucked Brett off three months before we split. That was ten months ago. When I found out what pigs he'd dated, I was worried sick he'd gotten something and given it to me." Hugh's hands clenched on her thighs. "I sweated through six months, got a clean check-up, and haven't been careless since. Except for my divorce lawyer, I haven't been with anyone until you. I thought I could breathe freely after a second clean six-month check-up."
Hugh cleared his throat. "I lost my virginity at nineteen and didn't use a rubber. She was my cousin and said she was a virgin, but I don't know that I believe her. She didn't bleed."
"I didn't either. I'd broken or stretched my hymen playing with myself at fourteen."
"You ... masturbate?"
She laughed. "Rather a lot. Don't you?"
He nodded, rubbing his nose along her seamline and making her breath catch. "Especially these last few years. Before I fell in love with you, I once had one other woman, an older lady I met through Steve. We used a rubber. Later I found out she was a prostitute or next thing to one."
"You think Steve paid her or talked her into it?"
"Yeah. Afterward, he clapped me on the back and seemed very pleased with himself. He must have assumed I was a virgin, but I didn't dare squeal on my cousin."
"You're a rare gentleman, my love. So are you telling me you're safe?"
"I think so, but I've never been tested."
"How long ago was your, um ... deflowering?"
"Eleven years this coming Fourth of July."
"Mine was with Brett the night of our junior prom. I married him a year and three months later."
"Is that when you moved here? You looked so young."
"Yes."
"So I'd missed being your first by fifteen months?"
"Yes."
"You really didn't bleed?"
"No."
"But ... how did you break your own hymen?"
"By stuffing three fingers up me to see if I was big enough for a man. I was worried because I was small all over." She giggled and shook her head. "Wasn't I crazy? My mom's no bigger than I am now and she managed well enough to have three children! A cock is big, but a baby is lots bigger!"
"I can't imagine a baby coming out of you here. Wouldn't you be afraid?"
She laughed. "Mom's right. You men are chickens."
"Yeah, with big cocks. Wanta feel?"
He stayed on his knees by the bed but brought his fly to meet hers. They both moaned and shivered at the heat and sparks the contact created.
"Fuck me, Hugh."
"Oh, yes." He kissed her whole face. She opened his pants and shoved them down but they hung up on his organ. He freed it and handed her a condom from his pocket. "Can we find a way we can kiss while we fuck?"
"Well, why not try it like this? Can you fuck me on your knees?"
"I'll try. Can you come with your legs open?"
"Good question. You noticed I like them down?"
"I notice everything about you, Allie."
He stripped her, then himself, giving her pussy a longing sniff. "I'll get tested to make sure I'm okay. I'd die if I ever hurt you in any way."
"I heard of people using Saran Wrap."
"Got any?"
"No, just this." She rolled the condom on, then fondled his balls. They tightened. His cock jerked.
He spread her pussy lips with his thumbs. "How do you make yourself come? Can you show me?"
She folded her lips inward. "I feel shy about it."
"You do? You asked me to jerk off for you in the car. I felt shy too."
"Did you? And you did it anyway? How ... why?"
"I was hot. You asked me to." His eyes gleamed. "I'll get you started, okay? Make you hot so you feel less shy. Which finger do you use?" He held up his hands, fingers spread.
She touched his middle finger, right hand. "I'll hold my lips open for you. Usually I use my left hand for that."
"Then what do you do? Rub, poke or what?"
"Rub here." She pointed to the top of her pussy where a bump showed. "If it's dry, I wet my finger down here." She pointed to the bottom of her pussy.
"Look at that juice!" He touched it, ran his finger through it, rubbed it around, and his finger slid inside her. "Oops."
"Ooh."
CHAPTER SIX
"YOU like that?" He felt all around inside Allie, exploring. "What's this big bump?"
"Ooh! Cervix, the opening of my uterus." She gasped as his finger circled the thing and felt every detail he could reach.
"It feels like a little hot dog sticking downward. Is this dimple on the end where sperm goes in and a baby comes out?"
She nodded, her cheeks hot, her pulse racing from his probing and acute interest. "And period blood."
"Uh-ramm. Where's your pee come out?"
"Somewhere between my clit and my hole."
"Ah. I wondered." His finger explored the roof and she jumped. "Did I hurt you?"
"N-n-oooo. I don't know what happened."
"Was it good or bad?"
"I don't know." He rubbed there again and she jumped again. "It's good, I think, kind of wild, though. Maybe we should leave it alone."
"Okay." He transferred his attention to her clit. She jumped again at the first stroke.
"I'm really ready, I guess."
"Ready for what?"
"Fucking."
He rumbled with excitement. "You won't show me how you come by yourself?"
"Oh, I forgot." She laid back on the bed, closed her eyes, spread her outer lips with her left hand and began rubbing round and round her clit with her middle finger. "Mmm. That feels good, but I feel a little up-tight knowing you're watching."
"Pretend I'm not here. Pretend it's dark and I can't see."
"Okay." She rubbed some more, her head turned to one side. Soon her breath grew ragged and her knees tried to press together, squeezing his legs. He backed out of the way for her and they closed and straightened, going tense as steel bars as her excitement gathered, preparing for lift-off. Her fingers moved faster and faster, breaking off twice to dip down for more juice, then, when her legs were trembling with strain, she arched her back. "Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oooooooh!" She yanked her fingers away and lay panting and sighing. Her legs relaxed and fell apart.
She jumped a little when his hands clasped her knees. She opened her eyes and peeked at him.
"Thank you, Allie. How soon can I touch you?"
His cock was long, fat, rigid and ready as hell, his hands and eyes hot, his breathing uneven.
"Now." She held out her hands and he tugged her upright. She shimmied her ass right to the edge of the bed, to the tip of his cock, and rocked her pelvis back to receive him.
He rubbed his cock head up and down her slit, moving wetness up to her clit, making her moan and squirm and gasp. She tugged at his shoulders, but he continued his teasing delay. She tugged at his hips. He fed her the tip, in and out, in and out. She hooked her heels around his ass and hauled him close, sucking him deep, deep inside her. He kissed her, frantic with pleasure and need while he pumped and twisted inside her. She wriggled and jerked and squeezed her legs around his waist, small noises of surprise coming from her with each stroke. Her arms went around his neck, bringing her breasts against his chest.
He wrapped her up tight and turned to sit on the edge of the bed with her impaled on his lap. They could kiss and touch freely, they discovered, and celebrated by kissing and touching everything they could reach until he grasped her hips and intensified the pumping. Their bellies slapped together but they didn't mind because they were close, so close. He was tense all over, his muscles rigid, moving faster. He grabbed her ass and stood up, needing more elbow room, and now their bodies slammed together, again, again, again-and erupted! Blast after blast, until he staggered and sat down again, his muscles trembling.
"My God, Hugh, that took the top of my head off!"
He kissed her-brief, tired kisses. "Yeah!"
"You know that funny place inside me that felt kind of wild when you touched it with your finger?" He nodded. "You were rubbing it with your cock." She shivered, reliving how it felt, and hugged him real hard. "I could get addicted to you, big man."
"Now you know how I feel about you."
A cuckoo clock sounded, counting to six.
"Heavens! I've got to eat and get dressed!"
He pulled out of her and helped her stand up. "My balls are soaked!"
She looked, felt him, sniffed it and laughed. "My juice. I told you I had an awful good time!"
"All that's your cum? I thought maybe you peed on me."
"Umm, not intentionally. Sometimes I squirt a little something when I come hard. I don't know if it's pee or what. Do you mind?"
"How could I mind a little juice when I always spew it myself? I only mind you having to go away. How much do you like your job, Allie?"
"Funny you should ask. A lot less than I imagined I might. Especially since meeting you." She tugged him by the hand toward the bathroom. "Let's go wash up quick."
"Could you quit work and move in with me? We'd have six hours a day together, more if you share my bed."
"And be dependent on you for all my needs? That's hardly fair. I'd feel funny not having any money or a place of my own after all these years. What would I do with my house?"
"We could figure all that out. I've got money to spare. You could have your own room if you like. Will you quit? Would you like to live with me?"
"We're moving so fast, Hugh. I've only been with you a few days.
"You've been in my heart for almost seven years."
"I know, love. Let me think about it." They washed their cock and pussy, watching each other. She brushed her hair and clipped it back with barrettes decorated with white silk flowers.
"That's pretty."
"Thanks. What would you have done had I never divorced? Gotten over me, eventually, right?"
"Maybe. Maybe not." He sat on the closed commode and watched her apply her make-up.
"I hate to think that you might have wasted your life, never found a good woman to share your life with. Have you ever noticed that men who never marry tend to get kind of weird the older they get?"
He chuckled. "You mean they become dirty old men?"
"Maybe some do, but I mean they get odd, dress funny, act funny, get more and more selfish. Maybe I'm nuts. Imagine Steve as an old man, still horny, still too dissatisfied with women to hook up with one, never able to form any long-term relationship. It's sad."
"I see what you mean. It's not only men. Look at some spinsters."
"Good point."
"I don't chase other women."
"I know. I appreciate that about you even while it scares me to think you'd have spent your whole life like that-alone. You're too special and precious to go un-loved."
"You love me?"
She kissed his nose. "I'm definitely infatuated."
"It's a start." His beamed with pleasure but soon looked thoughtful. "If money were no problem, how would you spend your time?"
She giggled and they went back to the bedroom. "You ask that after seeing my quilts?"
"You'd like to do that all the time?"
She nodded. "Sure, that and fuck you and maybe sometimes Steve, when he's a good boy."
"You'll both have a day off two Sundays from now if you keep working."
"You've been mapping things out?"
"Hey, I have lots of thinking time at work. I use it. Tell me your problems with quitting and moving in with me and I'll try to solve them."
She patted his cheek. "I have a newsflash for you. Women these days like to solve their own problems."
"Oh." He looked so disappointed she laughed. He shrugged. "Am I allowed to help?"
"Sure. Just don't rule or push or take over, see?"
"Okay."
She hooked a black garter belt around her waist, then sat on the bed and carefully rolled sheer hose up her legs.
It reminded him of the way she dressed his cock. "Those are the exact same color as your legs. Why bother wearing them?"
She rubbed her legs together like a cricket, making the nylons sing. "I feel sexy in them." She leaned over and prodded his half-hard with her finger. "He likes them."
He grinned. "Me, too. So, what do you intend to do with a lifetime production of quilts?"
"I don't know. Know anybody who wants to buy some?" Seeing interest in his eyes, she laughed and said, "Besides you, I mean."
"No, but how about your next day off we try to find markets for your work?"
Her heart rattled in her chest. "I know I should, but just the thought of approaching buyers or sellers makes me nervous. What if some craft shop owner laughs at me?"
"Why would anyone laugh?"
"Some of my designs are a little odd."
"You liked them enough when you made them, didn't you? How's your workmanship-rotten or wonderful?"
"Semi-wonderful. They never turn out perfect."
"You'll wow them, Allie. You watch."
* * * * *
Hugh prowled around his house, lonely and restless. It was a rainy Thursday, less than two weeks after finding Allie. He'd seen her almost every day, usually long enough to share supper and some loving. Monday, he shorted his sleep so they could tour some area craft shops, learned she should make slides of her quilts, and had a wonderful day. Wednesday, his day off this week, he lost sleep again to spend more time with her before she left for work, and spent half the night at the Inn Place Lounge to be with her while she worked.
He tried to be patient and give her time to quit work and/or move in with him and/or marry him, but it wasn't easy. He couldn't settle to watch television or read. Steve was off on another date. All he wanted was to be with Allie. The night seemed so empty. He looked out at the rain-washed street, heard the drops thumping on the Blazer, and felt so restless he could just scream. He was amazed at himself.
He walked into the Lounge at nine-thirty, dressed in his work uniform so he could stay right up until work time. She was behind the bar preparing drinks, four men jockeying for her attention. No wonder. She looked extra good tonight. He'd helped her dress in siren red undies and a forest green wraparound dress that shimmered. His mouth moved, feeling and tasting again how he'd sucked her nipples red before tucking them away in that red lace bra.
She saw him then and her face lit up. He warmed inside, glad she didn't act like he was a pest showing up at her job two nights in a row.
"Mmm, you smell good," she said as she handed him a soft drink, leaning close.
"It's just soap."
"I know. Soap and Hugh. Beats this over-perfumed mob any day. You heading for work early tonight?"
"No. If I'm bugging you, toss me out. I didn't plan to come. After I lifted weights and showered, I found myself jumping into my uniform and here I am."
"You're not bugging me. I love seeing you. My boss might not if I spend too much time with you. Help me keep alert for customers, okay?"
"There aren't many tonight. Is it the rain?"
"I don't know. Sometimes rain brings them in!"
An hour or so later proved tonight wasn't one of them. Three dozen customers didn't provide enough work for Allie and the other waitresses to keep busy. She spent almost as much time with Hugh as with customers. He touched her secretly, held her hand, and wished they could leave. She seemed just as frustrated, her hands wandering freely under the table. His balls ached after awhile.
He sighed at the time. "I have to leave" shortly. Can you sneak out to the hall and kiss me good-bye?"
She scanned the room for work to do and found none. "Sure." As she went out the door, she checked again, shaking her head. "Want to bet the minute I leave, they'll all turn around at once demanding refills?"
They lingered by the door, but heard no uproar, and Allie giggled. The hall was deserted, soft lights gleaming on the polished floor. Hugh hoisted her up for some kisses.
"Did I ever tell you how handsome you look in your uniform?" she asked when they broke for air.
"No. How handsome do I look to you out of my uniform?"
"Good enough to fuck," she whispered close to his ear.
He shivered at the feel of her warm breath, her soft arms around his neck, her sweet body tight against his. "I'm about to bust my zipper," he whispered back.
She shifted a thigh to feel for herself. "Ooh, Hugh, that feels delicious. Let me peek into the lounge a sec. If it looks quiet, we'll go play behind those bushes."
He let her slip down his body, rubbing her along his bulging fly. While she cracked the lounge door, he checked what bushes she meant.
She grabbed his hand and hurried to the corner of the hallway decorated with potted trees and a bench. "Let me sit on your lap like we did in the Blazer. I loved that, didn't you?"
"You mean with my cock hanging out?!" Anyone could come into the hall from any of three directions at any time. Beside the trees was a huge window wall, making them visible to anyc ne who happened to walk by outside.
"You won't be hanging out. You'll be in me. My dress will cover everything. It'll look innocent."
Fear and excitement warred inside him. She looked just as nervous, just as turned-on. He thought of the long night ahead, how he might kick himself for passing up this opportunity to fuck her. Maybe it would work.
He unclipped his pants. "This is nuts, Allie."
"Yes!"
"Let's be quick."
She stood in front of him while he opened his pants and sat down on the bench. He damn near forgot the condom as she reached up under her dress and yanked her panties down and off. She hiked up her dress in back, exposing her red garter belt and creamy naked ass that he had to touch. Reaching for his cock, she sat down and maneuvered herself to accept his cock into her pussy from the back. It didn't seem in very deep, but she arranged her dress over their laps like she was in Sunday school. He scootched his butt forward and she sucked him in deeper. They both gave a quiet moan.
He slid one hand under her skirt to pull her tight against him and touched her pussy, making her moan again. Her clit was just as hard as his cock was, and he stroked it the way he knew she liked, in little circles. He gathered both her breasts into his other hand and let her neck feel his teeth. She shivered and made ". little sound that meant she was close. He hunched upward in short, choppy strokes that shouldn't have felt that damn marvel' ous. She was slick and hot and tight and his. Deaf and dumb to everything but their frenzied mating, he exploded. She jammed her hand over her mouth to keep quiet and bucked and twitched with him.
And Hugh became aware of someone watching.
A quick glance over his shoulder showed him two men and a woman staring at them. The men wore drunken smiles. The woman resembled a devil, her face red and furious, almost smoking with it. Allie was struggling to get up. He made sure her dress stayed down in back, then struggled to close his pants. Allie turned, clutching her panties. A button had come undone, making her dress hang open to show her bra, and as she sought to rebutton it, she discovered their audience.
The two men laughed out loud at her astonished face, so loud other customers came out of the lounge to see what was so funny. She looked down at her wrinkled dress, the scarlet panties in her hand, Hugh's rumpled uniform that was wet around the fly he'd just zipped. Shaking like a leaf, she bit her lip and looked ready to die.
The devil woman marched over, heels clicking. "You're fired, Brannon. Get out this minute. I don't ever want to see you here again, not even as a customer."
"Hoo, don't be like that!" one of the men called. "She put on a good show, she did."
Allie hung her head, tears running down her face. She looked so miserable, Hugh stood up to block her from the onlookers' view, glaring them to silence.
"Eek. It's the cops!" the man shouted.
The devil woman compressed her mouth. "I'll thank you to be quiet, sir. It's time you went home, too."
"She's right, Walt," the second man said, tugging at his arm. "Home to bed with you."
"Yeah. Can I take the broad with me?" Hugh growled and bunched his shoulders. "Christ! Shut up, pal."
"How about it, broad? Name your price." The second man walked faster, dragging Walt so fast he stumbled. "Wait up, we're dick ... dickering here," he said as they went outside.
With the devil woman and Hugh as killjoys, the crowd melted back into the lounge, knowing the show was over. Allie began edging that way.
Devil woman stopped her. "Where do you think you're going?"
"I need my stuff."
"Simms is bringing it. You're not parading through my lounge after this, looking like that!" The devil woman stood guarding the door, sour-faced, her arms crossed for what seemed like ages before the blonde waitress came out with Allie's sweater and purse.
Hugh fetched them for her. He put his arm around her shoulders to walk outside with her and she felt stiff as a board.
The minute they were out, she turned on him, flinging his arm off her like it was a snake. "You planned that, didn't you?"
"What?!"
"I thought you were different, but no-o! I didn't quit my job fast enough to suit Hugh the mighty, did I? So in you come, night after night, deliberately making me drool for your body, figuring it was only a matter of time before I couldn't resist a taste."
He put up a hand to stop her tirade, unable to form words to do it.
She batted it aside. "Who do you think you are, messing with my life, making my decisions, taking fucking over!"
"Alleee!"
"They laughed at me! Greta looked at me like she smelled sewage! My God! I could puke!"
She ran to her car, her shoulders hunched, head down. He followed her, coming close as she unlocked her car. When she saw him, she shrieked, "Get away from me! Oh, God. Now I suppose you'll be stalking me! I won't have it, do you hear me? I see you again, I'll shoot you through the heart, do you hear me?"
He covered his ears. Her tires squealed as she left the lot. He stared after her, a huge cold lump of dread and fear and pain blocking his throat. His mind numb, his heart heavy, he went to work, arriving late and not even caring.
* * * * *
"Allie, babe, hi! Am I coming to your house or are you coming to mine?" Steve tucked the phone between his ear and shoulder while he shoveled condoms from the box into his pocket.
"Neither. You've got your nerve even asking."
He almost dropped the phone. "What? What's going on? We've got a date, remember?-It's our Sunday together."
"God! How heartless can you get?!"
Her shrieking had him yanking the phone away from his ear, sparing him the loud click as she slammed the phone down. Puzzled, Steve hung up and wandered down the hall to Hugh's room. He eased the door open a crack and saw the room was dark. Likely Hugh was sleeping. It was barely noon.
All dressed up, half-hard with anticipation, and frowning with confusion, Steve walked over to Allie's house and knocked on the door.
She must have checked through the peephole because he heard her shout, "Buzz off, Block."
"Hey, not without some explanation. I think you owe me that much."
"You know damn well what Hugh did. If you think for one minute...."
"Hugh?" His astonishment made his voice high. "What on earth did Hugh do?"
She opened the door far enough to glare at him with one eye. "How can you not know?"
"Easy. We may live in the same house, but our paths don't cross all that much. What happened? When?" He applied gentle pressure to the door and she let it open further, then let go of it entirely. He went inside and closed the door behind him. She looked awful, her hair tangled, dark smudges under her eyes. She wore droopy sweatpants and a baggy sweater with the buttons mismatched and bits of thread clinging everywhere.
"We broke up."
"You're kidding. How'd that happen? When?"
"Last Thursday night. You have to know. Hugh's got to be moping around all long-faced or smashing things or something."
"Why?"
"Because I got mad and blamed him for the whole thing and it wasn't his fault." She looked at Steve, seeming unsure of herself. "Isn't he? Or isn't he upset at all?"
"Well, he's been quieter than usual, come to think of it. I'm not sure I've actually seen him lately, but he's in the house, I know. If he's upset, he stays in his room and broods. What did you get mad about?"
Allie flopped down in a corner of her couch and stared at her hands in her lap. "We got caught by my boss making love in the hall, so she fired me."
"Holy shit!" Steve's butt hit the nearest chair. "I don't believe it! Big brother Hugh? Fucked you in public?" He saw her head nod, but she wouldn't look at him. "What'd he ... I mean, how ... up against the wall or something?" Steve pictured Hugh's buttocks bouncing as he nailed Allie that way. He shook his head. Allie was too short.
"Never mind that. People laughed at us and I took it out on Hugh. I've got a terrible temper sometimes. I screeched at him." She winced and wiped her eyes and mouth. "He's in his room?"
"Yeah. Hasn't he called you or anything?"
"No."
"But he's crazy about you. And he never lets go of anything he loves just like that."
She swallowed hard. "I ... I said something about not wanting him stalking me."
" "Did you now? Tied his hands good, didn't you."
"Well, yeah, but I never stay mad long so I tried to apologize Friday afternoon. I went over there, but when he opened the door, he went so stiff, like he hated me. He didn't even say hello. I remembered how I'd practically forced him to make love to me, and he probably did hate me when we got caught, and then for the way I screamed at him, so I just left. He let me go without a peep!"
"Ah." Steve steepled his fingers and tapped them against his lips. "He made like he was Ed Sullivan or Frankenstein, right?"
She stared at him in wonder. "Yeah."
"He can't say a word when he's like that."
"Then I'm right. He's angry. He hates me."
"No. You've seen him angry at me, remember? That's what he's like when he's angry, only more verbal with me than with strangers. What you saw is him hurting."
She burst into tears.
"Shit." He leaped out of his chair and paced around the room, running a hand through his hair. "Here I am, all gussied up for some great fucking, and you're bawling your eyes out over Hugh. Stop it, Allie. The only way I know to fix a crying woman is to distract her with my fingers in her pussy and I don't think you want that. Or do you?"
"He's not mad at me?"
"I'd be damn surprised."
"He doesn't hate me?"
"Let's go find out. Better fix yourself up a bit. You look like hell at the moment."
"I do? Oh. I guess I do. Oh, I can't face him. I'd feel too awful."
"Uh-huh." Steve saw his longed-for day of fucking Allie going down the toilet fast. He grasped her arms. "Upsy-daisy. Let's go pretty you up and lure the Hugh-monster out of his dark lair."
"Oh, but I can't," she said, dragging her feet.
"You can and you will. I'll be right there with you. What do you think he'll do-kill you?"
"Well, probably not. I threatened to shoot him, not the other way around."
"Oh, brother!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Steve located the bathroom and directed her through the door. "A shower is called for here. Strip off." He removed his own shirt and shoes. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to wash your hair and scrub your back because otherwise I know you'll take all day about it." He flicked a finger at her sweater, distaste curling his upper lip. "Off with them. Do me a favor and burn them, will you? They're shedding or something."
"What?" She looked down and picked a thread off. "They are not. I was quilting. That's what I do for hours on end when I'm upset."
"Hmph. I find someone to fuck." He dropped the last of his clothes, turned on the shower, adjusted the temperature and stepped into it, dragging her with him, clothes and all.
She squealed as the fabric went soggy and heavy. They clung to her voluptuous figure like a thick second skin and he whistled. He helped her peel them off, because it was like fighting wet cement. By the time they managed, they both were laughing. He pushed her head under the spray to soak her hair, then grabbed the shampoo bottle from the rack while she spluttered. She kicked at him with one bare foot and nearly fell.
He pulled her close. "Careful there. Be a shame to break that tushie." And he set to work lathering her up. Her titties jiggled against his ribs. His cock stiffened. She began to relax against him, giving herself up to his ministrations. "Hey, don't go to sleep on me."
"God, this feels good!" she said, head back, eyes closed, pressing her glorious body against him.
Lord, she didn't know the half of it. If he wasn't careful, his hot stick would slip up inside her in a heartbeat and pop so hard it would lift her off her feet. He sluiced the suds out of her hair, a long process with her thick mane, then she insisted on using conditioner. He let her do that while he slicked his soapy hands over and under everything from her chin to her toes. Small, luscious woman, so responsive to his touch that by the time he couldn't take any more, she couldn't either. She clutched at him to keep her balance, making tiny sounds of need.
He shut off the shower and steered her to the sink, propping her there on her elbows while he dug his wet hands into his pants pocket for protection. That sweet round ass sticking out at him begged to be licked, kissed, bitten, swatted, fucked. He couldn't wait for all that this time. He hoisted her hips up. "Help me in!"
"Doggie-style? Right here?" She directed his cock to her opening and shivered as he sank it home.
"I-ook at that!" he said, studying them in the wall mirror behind the sink. Seeing them coupling, he felt twice as plugged in. He turned her head to face the mirror, pleased at how her checks reddened and her mouth fell open when she saw, too. His hands spanned her hips, sinking into the woman flesh as he pulled almost out and plunged home again. His muscles stood out in sharp relief, contrasting with her smoother contours. Her breasts hung down full and ripe, wobbling with each stroke, the nipples like berries. "Touch yourself."
She braced one forearm on the sink, rubbed her breasts so that the nipples stood out even harder, and shot her hand down to her pussy. "Ooh!" Her inner muscles gave him a squeeze.
"Ahh! That's it. Rub yourself. Make yourself come. I want to feel it happen."
She did as she was told, her eyes closing with pleasure, then peeking to see the couple in the mirror fucking. Each look, each finger rub, each cock stroke heightened their excitement, made her cunt clutch and drool, make his cock reach out harder and higher. "Eh, eh, eh," came from her, signaling she was on the brink. Her pussy contracted, sucking at him in rhythmic pulls.
The frenzied man in the mirror lunged once more, a final, super-deep thrust and held it there. "Uhnn! Uhnngh!" Hot, jetting, jerking, jolting delirium.
When his senses returned to normal, he discovered himself slumped on the bath mat, his arms full of woman, his loins drained. "Yegods!"
"You said it!"
"You're almost lethal."
"Look who's talking."
* * * * *
By four o'clock Allie was as presentable as she and Steve could make her. Her hair was glossy curls to the middle of her back. She wore just enough mascara, blusher, and lip gloss to look great and like she wasn't made-up. Her simple sundress left her shoulders bare, hugged her breasts, and showed her pretty knees.
"You're a knockout!" he told her. "So quit biting your lip."
"I can't help being nervous. I was awful to Hugh. He may never forgive me."
Steve sighed. How many times had she said that already? "You know what? You're just as hard-headed as he is. You're perfect for each other. Now quit worrying."
"You can fix things up between us, really?"
"Really. Mending broken hearts is nothing to a man who's a whiz with duct tape."
She actually laughed. His heart lightened. Ah, progress! He escorted her over to their house, his hand on her elbow, a smile on his face. The closer they got, the more she stiffened with nerves until he had to haul her elbow-first through the front door, her feet skidding and her butt sticking out behind her.
In the hallway outside Hugh's closed bedroom door, her nails sank into his arm like cat claws. Frantic, she whispered, "I can't do this. He's not even awake yet. Let's wait in your room." She sprinted away so fast, he could barely corral her into the right room.
She shut the door behind them and leaned against it, her heart whacking such hell out of her chest, her breasts were jumping.
He leaned there beside her and held her hand until she calmed down enough to look around. "Welcome to my room," he said. First to grab her eye was the huge round bed covered in fake leopard fur. Jungle print curtains. A double-sized papa-san chair in one corner, a basket chair hanging from the ceiling in another corner. Ankle-deep carpeting on the floor and up one wall. Mirrors everywhere else. A hint of incense in the air.
She took it in breathlessly, in three slow blinks, then stared at him. No words would come.
"Boggling, isn't it?"
She nodded. "All that's missing is primitive music, naked girls, and a camera."
With a smirk, he pushed a button and part of a wall slid open to reveal a complete entertainment system, bar, and three cameras. Rod Stewart music flowed and bumped from the speakers, glass clinked, and he presented her with brandy.
She took a deep sip. "How on earth can you function in here? I feel such pressure to perform!"
He laughed. "My room intimidates you? You've got what it takes and more, baby, believe me." He wrapped his arms around her from behind and studied how she looked in his room, in his arms, in the mirrors.
"Do you take lots of pictures?"
"Hmm. Define 'lots.'"
She giggled. "Never mind. Got any of yourself standing with your hips thrust forward and your cock raring to go?"
"Sounds yummy. Want one?"
Her head rested against his chest. "You know, I just might."
"Want to get me that way and snap it?"
"I'm no photographer."
"Well, you're a great cock-getter-upper. How about posing for me?"
Some of her tension returned. "I'd need so much brandy to be ready for that, that I'd probably ruin all the shots with my goofy smile."
"I've seen you look drunk without a sip of brandy."
"When?"
"When you're fucking, you're absolutely beautiful." His cock nudged her in the ass.
She snuggled, but sighed and asked, "When's Hugh going to wake up?"
Steve heaved an exasperated breath. "Right now, dammit, ready or not." He hustled her to Hugh's door and threw it open. Allie gulped the rest of her drink. The room was dim, the only light coming from a narrow crack in the drapes at one window. Steve hit the light switch.
Hugh wasn't sleeping. Scattered all over the bed were magazines displaying sexy photos of women. Hugh sat before the window, wrapped in the quilt she'd given him, his back to them, his head down. He turned like a stiff, old man and his face went blank upon seeing Allie.
"Okay, Allie. See that look?" Steve asked. "When he wipes all trace of expression away like this, it does not mean he has no feelings or doesn't see you or doesn't care." He could feel her trembling and squeezed her hand. "It means he's terrified of getting rejected. He figures if he doesn't say or do or show anything, then he can't possibly make a mistake that offends you."
"Oh, no," she said in dismay.
"Oh, yes." Steve tugged her closer to Hugh, until they both clearly saw a tear leave one expressionless eye and slide along his nose and onto his lip where it hung like a bead. He didn't move. In his hand was a pen. On his knees was a yellow legal pad he'd been writing on, with many, many pages filled and turned.
Allie swallowed. "Can you hear me, Hugh?" He nodded.
"Of course he can hear you," Steve said. "I know he looks mental, but he isn't. Somehow he believes that if he'd said or done the right thing, our parents wouldn't have divorced. I've never been able to knock that nonsense out of his head. That stubborn idea of his turned a quiet boy into a man who can't talk at all when he's upset."
Hugh's lips parted and his eyes shifted minutely.
Allie blinked to hold back tears. "I apologize for yelling at you and for everything I said. I ... lost my temper and took it out on you, but the entire fault was mine. Can you...." she swallowed again, "please, can you ever forgive me?" Her last words were a squeak.
He swallowed too, the sound loud in the quiet room, then scrabbled through the pages he'd written. He found a particular page and underlined a few words. He held it out for her to read: J promise to get psychiatric help. He rapped the page for emphasis.
She knelt and put her hands on his knees, her head tilted in confusion. "Well ... you can if you want to, but you don't need to change a thing on my account. I love you, Hugh. Just the way you are."
He cast the pen and pad aside, gulped air, and hauled her tight into his lap. He gave an anguished cry could have been agony or elation, it was hard to tell. Steve felt his eyes sting and his throat close as Hugh buried his face in Allie's hair, rocking her, his big shoulders shaking.
"I love you, Allie. So much. So much."
She cooed at him, petted him, held him.
Steve tried to say, "This shit's too heavy for me," but the words wouldn't come. With a wry shaking of his head, he fetched a camera to record the historic moment.
* * * * *
Allie kissed his face and explored it with her fingertips like she was blind. "I missed you so much, Hugh. What were you writing?"
"A letter to you."
She looked again at the discarded pad. Its pages were nearly filled. "All that?!"
He ducked his head, then looked into her eyes. "I had a lot to say."
"I guess! Want me to read it?"
"Not now." He held her closer again. "I need your body against mine right now to communicate best."
She felt his cock start coming to life beneath her. They heard the camera click.
Hugh looked at his brother. "Thank you, Steve, for bringing her here. For helping."
"You're welcome, bro, although this wasn't my plan for the day, you know. I'd been looking forward to fucking this bunny's socks off since two weeks ago!
Allie giggled. "There's the selfish prick we know and love."
"Hey! Watch that love stuff. I want no commitment."
Allie grinned and mugged. "No kidding." She asked Hugh, "Have you seen his room? Is there a track worn in the hallway from the parade of women he's had in there?"
Hugh gave her a squeeze. "I tell him he should put a sign on the door, calling it The 4-F Club."
"What's that stand for?"
Steve stuck out his chest with pride. "The Find 'em, Feel 'em, Fuck 'em, Forget 'em Club."
"Ah, yes, the famous slogan of fourteen-year-old boys."
"Hey!" Steve hollered. "Smile when you say that."
"I did," Allie said.
"Then, do it again, only this time take your clothes off." He lifted his camera.
Hugh's cock liked that idea, almost lifting Allie. She giggled and noticed the magazines again. "What's all that on the bed?"
"Pale imitations of you."
"What?!" She scrambled off his lap and went to look. Hugh followed her and held her against his side.
"Something about each of these girls or their poses or expressions reminds me of you."
She studied them in amazement. The women were all shapes and sizes and colors. She pointed to a black woman bent over the back of a ladder back chair. "How does she look like me?"
"You wore short cut-offs just like that the day you moved into the neighborhood. Same bouncy round ass."
"How about this one?" A woman on a beach, coated with sand, her hair blowing in the wind. "The look in her eyes."
Allie examined the page and frowned. "She looks full of mischief."
"Exactly."
Astounded, she stared at Hugh. "You think I'm full of mischief?"
He rubbed his jaw. "You're willing to take chances, try a new thing for the hell of it, seek excitement. Yes. That first night at the lounge, you had that exact look in your eyes."
"You did," Steve agreed.
She blushed, uncomfortable as she wondered what other aspects of her body and personality the remaining pictures represented to Hugh. "Well, why bother with these? Didn't you have a photo of me?"
Hugh lifted one off his nightstand along with a magnifying glass. "You're in the background here, see:
It was a snapshot of a crowd sitting on the post office steps to see a Firemen's Parade. A tiny Allie looked goofy laughing down at the kids trying to catch candy a clown was tossing toward them.
"Shit, bro. Why didn't you say something? I have a better photo than that!" Steve sped off, returning a couple minutes later with a photo of Allie in a bikini, lying on a towel at the public pool.
"Where'd you get this?" she demanded of Steve.
"Took it with a telephoto lens from the dike nearby."
"What a sneak!"
"God, that's beautiful!" Hugh said. "Can I keep this?"
"Sure. Do I look stupid enough to try to take it from you?"
Hugh quit pinching it so hard and sighed. "How long have you had it?"
Steve pondered. "Since her first summer here."
Allie nodded. "Must be. I haven't been swimming since then."
"God. If only I'd said something." He studied the photo, then looked at Allie. "I'd love to go swimming with you."
She beamed at him, then said, "Skinny-dipping?"
"There's that look!" Steve's camera clicked. "Gotcha!"
"I want a print of that," Hugh said and laughed and hoisted Allie high into his arms to kiss her breathless.
"Be better if she was naked," Steve said.
Hugh rumbled agreement. "Much better."
"Oh, but I don't dare take my clothes off. Something might happen to me. My mommy warned me about it. She said to watch out for bad boys."
Steve grinned and propped an elbow on Hugh's shoulder, peering down at her in Hugh's arms. "No, no, little girl, we're good boys. Nothing bad will happen to you. You'd feel so much better if you'd just take off your little dress and panties and let your skin breathe awhile."
She poked her finger into her cheek. "I don't know. You'd have to promise not to look."
"Oh, I promise. You promise too, don't you, Hugh?"
Hugh smiled, his eyes faintly misty, and cleared his throat to play the game. "She has to promise not to look at us, too."
She widened her eyes. "Are you going to let your skin breathe, too?"
"Yes. And later we can have ice cream."
She licked her lips, as slow and sexy as she knew how. Both men's gazes became riveted on her mouth. "With sprinkles?"
Steve said, "We can promise bananas and nuts and oddles of sauce."
"Yum! Shut your eyes and help me out of this dress, will you? Ooh, don't touch me there. That's what bad boys touch. No, don't touch me with that. What is that thing? Oh, you've got one, too? What's the matter with them? Why are they so big and hot and stiff-looking? Don't they hurt? No, I don't want to touch them. What if they're bad things? Oh, they're hard! Oh, are we going to blow up balloons? Your things are going to blow them up? Your things are going to wear them? No, you can't put that there, silly. There's no place there to put anything. Ooh! Where's it going? I didn't know I had a hole down there! Ooh!" One of the things filled her mouth, almost shutting her up. "Mmmm."
* * * * *
Allie slept over that night, fucking Hugh goodbye before he left for work and sleeping with Steve in what she called his "jungle bordello." His alarm went off before seven, but Steve was already up, hard and inside her.
"Ooh! You're so incredibly hard!"
"Thank you, ma'am. I'm always mighty in the morning." He gave her a little side-to-side motion as he worked in and out.
"Is Hugh?"
"How the hell should I know? I don't fuck him."
She giggled. "Excu-use me."
"Sit on top of me and do some of the work, and you're excused." He helped roll them over without breaking their thrilling contact.
She sat upright on him and wiggled herself into a comfortable position, making him moan and fill his hands with her breasts. Her nipples stuck out between his fingers and he scissored his fingers shut on them. She pinched his nipples. "How come I get to do the work this morning, mighty man?"
"Because after last night, I'm mighty tired, wench."
"Aw. Poor baby. You only came a couple times."
"Three, counting the time in your bathroom."
"Oh, yeah! How could I forget?"
"Maybe because you came so many times. I thought the way you and Hugh fucked good-bye might be the end of him. I want you to fuck me good-bye like that."
She ground herself down around him this way and that as though gnawing on a succulent bone. "It wouldn't be the same. You're not going to think about me during your whole work shift like Hugh does."
"Maybe not while May's sucking me at noon, no."
"Does this May like a rubber in her mouth? I found it a trifle odd last night."
"May and I go bare. That's why I'm so careful with everyone else. I love to get sucked bare." His cock surged inside her.
"You're making me drool, Steve. Maybe one day you'll let me suck your naked cock? When I've passed my second clean check-up?"
His cock surged again. "You've been tested?"
"Wouldn't you get tested after seeing the careless types Brett slept with?"
"I get tested regularly-period."
They made eye contact that made their blood sizzle with the promise of sweet suckings to come.
"Could we be safe fucking bare now?" he asked, his cock swollen to peak magnificence inside her.
She bounced a little faster and felt her eyes almost cross. "Not ... yet. When I get my next ... period, I'll start ... taking the pill. Is ... is it nice fucking bare? I never did. Brett was too ... scared of babies."
Steve was panting. "I don't know. I never did it bare either." He captured her hips in his hands and helped her move even faster.
Unable to talk any more, they gave themselves over to the almost unbearable bliss building between them. She tightened her pussy muscles on purpose, imagining she was sucking that cock, tasting that juicy thing. He cried out and lifted her off the bed as he discharged with the force of a cannon. She yelped and shuddered, coming with such intensity she felt her spine snap. She fell down on him gasping.
"Oh, that was good," she said some long minutes later.
"Spectacular." He kissed her mouth. "All I could think about was feeling your mouth on me and using my mouth on you. I want to taste your sweet juice, wash my face in it, drink it down. Will you let me?"
"Oh, God, yes. Hugh might get his test results today. I might have two cocks to suck."
"You're going to be busy. He was ready that first night."
"Really?"
"Just the thought of you sucking him had him shoving down a stiffy in the lounge."
"Ooh!" She shivered with delight.
He shifted her off him, leaped out of bed and gave her a mock glare. "Are you coming on me while you're thinking of him?"
She giggled and poked his love muscle. "You don't care. You got what you wanted-a good-bye fuck."
"Yeah ... yikes! I'm late!"
An hour and fifteen minutes after Steve lit out for work, Hugh came home. "Allie?" he called.
"Coming!" She ran bare-naked to where he stood just inside the door, her hair, breasts, and butt bouncing.
"What a way to greet a man!" He stepped forward, holding his arms out toward her, and scooped her up where he fed on her mouth like a starving man. "Can you come to bed with me?"
"Sure. Are we coming or sleeping?"
"Some of both, please. I hope I can stay awake long enough to watch you sleep. I bet you're adorable."
"Ooh!" She shivered. "I bet you are too."
"Are you coming already?"
"Man, I don't know. Between the two of you I'm getting such a hair-trigger, it seems like the littlest thing sets me off."
"I'm afraid I've got a big thing for you." He gave her a look full of concern as he carried her into his bedroom. "Do you mind? Are you getting sore yet?"
"I can handle it. Won't it be nice when I can suck you off?"
He set her on the bed, knelt at her feet and laid his head in her lap. "Nice? More like mind-bending. Just the thought of you doing that to me makes me nuts. I've never been sucked off."
"Brett never gave me much more than a lick and a promise to do better next time. A swat on the ass was his idea of foreplay."
"Do you like licked here?" He spread her legs for an up-close look at her pussy. Her fragrance met their noses.
"I think I'll love it if a good licking-out is anything like it feels when I spray water there."
"Is that good?"
"Almost too good. I about cracked my head a couple times as a teenager from the tub faucet gushing onto my clit."
"I'd love to hold you and see you come like that!"
"Okay, we will, but right now I'm more interested in tucking you into bed. What do you sleep in?"
"My skin."
She grinned. "Let's find it." She helped remove the uniform he looked so good in. "You want a bedtime story?"
He hauled her under the covers with her and rubbed their naked hides together, rumbling with pleasure. "I'll tell it."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Once upon a time," Hugh said in a slow, deep voice, "there was a giant who found a sweet little candy girl. She looked so delicious to suck on that he sucked her lips"-he demonstrated, making her catch her breath. "And he sucked her titties. He took longer with these until they were tight and tingly and she was squirming with the yawning vacancy deep in her pussy crying out to be filled. She clung to his back while he took a moment to roll on a condom. "And she turned into a real live woman who loved him and took him into her body like this"-and he snuggled up to her backside spoon-fashion with his arms around her, his hands cupping her titties. She helped push him inside her. "And he went to sleep happily ever after. The end. Good night."
She whacked his thigh. "You forgot a part!"
"Which part?"
"The part where the real live woman turned into a wicked witch who played with herself until she " came all over the giant's cock, making the giant all hot and bothered so he fucked her silly and they both came together."
He chuckled and bit her on the neck. "Well, hell, that's the best part!"
She wriggled with pleasure. "Exactly!" And she rubbed her clit and the story came true.
* * * * *
"Say cheese, Allie." Steve aimed a light meter at her in his bedroom. "You don't say cheese in fuck videos!" It was Saturday night and both men had Sunday off so they had lots of time to be together at last. To make their longed-for day extra special, they now knew they no longer needed any barriers between them. All three of them could fuck and suck together to their hearts' content. Steve was determined to film much of it and acting like a martinet director.
"You know, we could hog-tie him," Hugh said to Allie. "Hang him up somewhere out of the road so we can do what comes naturally instead of posing this way and that."
"Great! I've got stockings to tie him with. You knock him down and sit on him."
"No, no, guys. I'll be good."
"Then get over here where we can reach you," Allie said. "I can't wait to play with two cocks at once today."
"Just let me set this camera up. You bouncing your ass like that distracts me." He fastened the video camera to the tripod and tilted it until he could see the naked man and woman nudging each other on his bed. "So what do you guys want to start with? A daisy chain? A circle jerk? What?"
"I want to play the two-minute game." Allie gave the men that mischievous look they knew so well.
"What's that?" Hugh asked, wary.
"We take turns where two partners pleasure the third person for two minutes."
"Hmm. That only works when we men team up to pleasure you and you know it," Steve said. "I'm not stroking and kissing Hugh, and he's not touching me. Right, bro?"
"Right."
Allie giggled. "Spoilsports! One man could read some of Hugh's erotica to the other man. That's a way to give pleasure."
"While you act out on me what he's reading to us?" Hugh asked. "That has possibilities."
"Sounds like you have some particular scenes in mind," Steve said.
"I might."
Allie tugged at Steve's cock. "You never showed me how you make yourself come."
"I never showed you my collection of sex toys either. Want to see some?"
"Sex toys?" She never heard of such things. "Do you mean like a teddy bear with a cock?"
The men roared with laughter. Hugh kissed her when she became self-conscious about it, and asked, "How would you play with a thing like that?"
She shrugged. "I don't know ... hug it, cuddle it, kiss it, suck it, fuck yourself with it?"
The men looked at each other in amazement. Hugh said, "Might be something women would buy."-Steve said, "Maybe we could market it and make a fortune!"
Allie said, "Never mind dreams of making fortunes right now! Tell me what real sex toys are like!"
"Oh, right." Steve scooted her aside, lifted a section of his bed to reveal a storage compartment, and gestured to the array inside: dildos, lotions, feathers, furs, vibrators, masks, thongs, lubricants. He could see she was mystified and a bit intimidated. Hugh was amused, and selected a simple six-inch vibrator and closed the bed again.
"What do you do with that?" Allie asked him.
Hugh turned it on, startling her with its buzzing. He laid it against his palm, wrist, and lips as though testing how it felt. He jerked his head toward the camera and Steve started it recording. "You'll see."
Hugh touched the buzzing vibrator to tip of her nose, then lightly drew it across her lips, her chin, her throat, all around and over her nipples, along her belly. "Lift her leg there, Steve." Each man lifted the nearest leg, exposing her pussy and ass to the camera.
Allie braced up on her elbows, determined to see as much as possible. Hugh lolled the vibrator against her pussy hair, lightly rattling her mons. "Oh, is it a little heater?" she asked. "It seems to be warming me up."
The men grinned. "Oh, yeah?" Steve asked.
Hugh laid it along her right outer lip for a few seconds, then along her left one. "Ooh!" she said, one elbow slipping. She braced it up again. Hugh rattled her buttocks with it. Steve put his hand over Hugh's and made the vibrator briefly kiss her asshole. "Eep," she said, and he chuckled. Then Hugh laid it along her gash, rocking it up and down, putting a light buzzing pressure along the whole area from clit to hole and back. "Ooh-ahh!"
Steve rapped his brother on the arm. "Hey, you're darn good at this, Hugh!"
"I read a lot." He took the vibrator away long enough to kiss and lick her clit atea, making it wet, making her cry out. Then he put it back, lightly grazing around the clit only. She flopped onto her back and arched her pussy upward against the vibrator.
It telt incredible. Pretty soon she realized it was her making those noises, "Oh, oh, eh, eh, ih, ih." She got so close, so close, right ... on the ... edge ... rolling her head, tensing her legs. She reached toward the thing and pressed it to her a little bit harder. Bang!! "Eeh, eeh, eeeeeee!" She batted it away and lay gasping and sweaty.
When she opened her eyes, she found two rampant cocks pointing at her. Her mouth watered. She struggled to sit up, seized both cocks and rubbed her closed eyes, checks and lips against the heads. Hugh's leaked a little and she gasped. She licked the smear of wet off, tasting Hugh's sweet saltiness for the first time, and engulfed him, sucking him.
"Alleee. Be careful!"
"What's the matter?"
"It feels so ... so wild it almost hurts!"
"Oh." She just laid him on her tongue and lightly closed her lips around him. His hand cupped her head and he moaned. Her mouth watered so much, she pulled back so she could swallow.
Steve nudged for attention, so she drew him in and explored his shape and texture and taste. He gripped her shoulder.
She pulled back to look at both of them, touch the slit of each with the tip of her tongue. At the taste of pre-cum from both of them, she pulled them both toward her mouth together, being careful with Hugh. When their cockheads met the men reversed, making her giggle. She hauled at them again, getting both into her mouth at once, and they allowed that with great willingness, touching each other without resisting again while she sucked at them. Her mouth made sucking noise, unable to get good suction on two at once.
"Somebody fuck me," she cried.
Steve pulled away, yanked her by the knees to the edge of the bed, and plugged himself in. "Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod. Don't anybody move!"
"Why? What's the matter?" Hugh asked, alarmed.
Allie's hand squeezed Hugh's cock, trying to adjust to the feelings inside her. "It's naked."
"Yeah. So?"
Steve swallowed hard. "It's different. Is it slicker? Hotter? My cock feels so sensitive, I'll never last. I'm used to a rubber."
"Yesss, let's go slow and easy," Allie said.
"We're like a bunch of damn virgins!" Steve shook his head but smiled.
Hugh knelt on the bed beside her where her mouth could reach him when she turned her head. She licked and sucked him like he was an extra cold ice cream cone, trying to be careful but feeling half nuts with the feel of naked skin both in her mouth and her pussy at the same time. Hugh rumbled, "Easy! Slow!"
Steve fed her two careful, steady, ultra-satisfying strokes and studied how she sucked Hugh.
She broke off sucking Hugh and tried to kiss Steve on the mouth, but he dodged it. She laughed. "You guys are so funny! I'll get you used to each other's juice and touch someday!
Steve made a face. "Ugh."
Hugh was emphatic. "Forget it."
"We'll see. Tell me what you'd like now, Hugh. Tongue, teeth, sucking, what?"
Hugh lost his words, too overjoyed to speak sensibly. With a hand at the back of her head, he pressed his cock against her lips, urgency driving him. She opened for him, taking what she could into her mouth, her hand wrapped around the rest, her other hand cupping his balls. Steve's thrusts provided the action for half a minute while she let Hugh's sensitive cock rub her tongue, then directed him very lightly across her molars. Hugh gasped and began pumping.
"That's it, bro." Steve increased his pace. She glanced and found Steve intent on watching Hugh fuck her mouth. Was he imagining it was his cock she was sucking? Was he imagining how good Hugh must be feeling? Was he trying to distract himself from how fabulous his cock felt in her pussy?
She forgot all that when Hugh's cock suddenly expanded in her mouth. He went still, then gushed, and gushed again with more vigor, and found his voice. "Uungh!" He felt and sounded so pleasure-wracked.
She was so thrilled.
"Yesss!" Steve shouted, and began spewing his seed.
She cried out at the feel of it squirting freely inside her and clutched at both men while she came, her ass jerking. A few moments later they all relaxed, Steve's forehead resting against hers, Hugh's cock still in her fist against her cheek, and Hugh hands on Steve's and Allie's nearest shoulder. Allie's crotch felt drenched.
They separated carefully, everybody wet and sticky.
"This bare stuff is messy!" Allie said. "I feel like I need a mop!"
The guys collapsed beside her, inert except for Steve who managed a chuckle. "The camera's still running."
Hugh sighed, managed to lift one finger for maybe a second. "I'll shut it off in a minute."
Allie chortled. "Is this where we say 'cheese'?" She lifted their heads by the hair so they all faced the camera. "One, two, three," she whispered.
"Cheese!" they all said into the camera, then laughed so hard they had to wipe their eyes.
"That's going to look ridiculous!"
"I'm going to hate my 'mop' remark!"
"Some fuck video!"
After minutes of sprawling contentedly on the bed, Hugh said, "I know a neat way to wash Allie clean. We might want to video it. Can we move the camera to the bathroom?"
Steve came back to life, coming up on an elbow to look at his brother across her. "Whatcha mean?"
"She said she comes great under a gushing faucet." She covered her face with both hands. "Oh, Lord. I better learn to keep my mouth shut."
True to his word Hugh got into the tub with her, kneeling so she could rest her head and shoulders on his legs. Steve set up the camera. She adjusted the water temperature and pressure to suit her, then looked the guys in the eyes and took a deep breath.
"Here goes!" With her straight legs up and her feet resting on the wall, she and Hugh slid her buttocks toward the gushing stream. The water splashed against her lower belly and hit her in the face. She spluttered and realigned herself until her pussy lay directly under the pounding waterfall. "Ha-ha!" She threw her head back. Her leg muscles twitched spasmodically. Her stomach went weightless. Her clit bounced under the water that smashed at her like velvet hammerblows, only better. No wrinkle, nook, or cranny was safe or secret from the driven water. Her delicate tissues responded to the stream by swelling with blood, heating, tingling. Her legs and stomach muscles jerked more and more, faster and faster, growing increasingly tense. And then with a grunt she was cramping hard, doubled up like she'd been hit in the stomach by a battering ram, jerking, jumping, jiggling, coming in long and short wrenches. She kicked herself away from the stream and flopped backwards onto Hugh's waiting lap. She lay pulsing and panting, wearing a sappy smile. "Eye-yi-yi!"
Steve shut off the water and whistled. "I don't know about you, bro, but suddenly I feel downright inadequate."
Allie giggled and patted his hand. "You'll get over it."
"Do you do this often?" Hugh asked.
"Not often, no. Once I did it to cure some bad period cramps. Boy, that sure worked!"
The guys looked at each other, having no comment.
"So," she said, "did seeing that do anything for you guys or not?" Sitting up despite her tired tummy muscles, she peeked over her shoulder and peered over the tub rim. They were both half-hard.
"Well, it was a bit alarming," Hugh said. "I didn't realize you'd come like gangbusters. You probably don't want to play with us any more tonight."
She laughed. "Are you kidding?"
"You're not done in?" Steve asked.
"Guys, don't be such worry warts. I've been looking forward to fucking and sucking you every which way for weeks! You aren't going to cheat me out of it, are you? Over a little blast of water?"
"Hell, no!"
She didn't know who said it. Steve hauled her out of the tub. Hugh wrapped her in a towel and carried her back to Steve's bedroom.
* * * * *
While Steve toted the camera gear, Hugh nuzzled his nose under her ear, and felt her shivering response. She was such a joy to him. "I'm really looking forward to feasting on your pussy. Sure you're up to it?"
She dried herself off and cast the towel aside. "Squeaky clean!" She spread-eagled herself on the papa-san chair and gave him an expectant look.
"God, I want a picture of that!" Hugh said, grabbing Steve's shoulder.
"Shit yes! Me, too!" He set about snapping pictures, but Allie's expression changed to one of alarm.
"Do I look all right?"
"Hugh, do me a favor and kiss her pussy so she forgets about her hair and showing her best side and all that nonsense."
"My pleasure!" He leaned over the big dish-shaped chair and kissed various high points on her face and body: nose, mouth, nipple, shoulder, hip bone, knee, toes, fingers. He left little wet spots behind.
"That tickles."
"You like tickles? We've got feathers, remember."
"No tickles, just kisses, hugs, licks and sucks, please."
"You get the picture yet, Steve? I want to bury my nose in her crotch and never come up for air."
"Go ahead, man."
Hugh settled between her legs and used his fingers to spread her outer lips wide. How could anyone be shaped so perfectly? "You're one beautiful creature, Allie."
"Hmm. Thank you. So are you, Hugh."
After a moment, Steve said, "What am I? Chopped liver?"
"You're pretty too but you're not licking me now."
Hugh said, "You tell me what you like, okay? Don't be afraid to hurt my feelings by telling me when I'm doing something you don't like. I'm trying to learn here, okay?"
"Yes. Kiss me, darling."
He breathed on her first, using his warmth to caress her waiting flesh. She gave the tiniest wiggle of impatience. He opened his mouth and gave her one wide, wonderful lion-sized lick that made her wet and slick from hole to clit.
Her whole body reacted in a rising and falling roll like an ocean wave. "Ooh! Again please?"
He complied, slower, with more pressure. Grinned at her delighted response. Did it again. She sighed a lungful. Steve got close to see all the action, seeming prepared to take over if need be. He began exploring, playing, sucking her inner lips up fat and puffy, licking around her clit, smelling her fur, her slit; her asshole. From the way her fingers possessed his head, she liked most everything. When she had enough here, he moved there. She eventually moved him to her clit and kept him there. It was high and hard and he nudged it with his nose. It seemed to nudge back.
"Suck it?" She was almost breathless.
He suckled it like a nipple. It vanished. With his tongue, he chased where it seemed to go. Allie seized his hand and jammed the heel against her where her clit had been. And gave a jolt like she'd been shocked. He pushed some more. She jolted some more. He leaned harder.
"Enough! Enough!" she cried, prying his hand up.
Hugh sighed. "Are you sure?" He became aware of Steve right beside him. They each had a great hard-on.
"Quite sure," she answered. "Why?" She saw the cocks pointing at her. "Oh!" She grinned. "What's your pleasure, fellas?"
Steve asked Hugh, "If you fuck her doggie-style, can I have her mouth?"
Hugh smiled. "Where do you want us?" Allie asked.
Steve took her place in the chair, she got on her hands and knees above him, Hugh stood behind her. "Wait," Hugh said. "Can you wet my cock with your mouth first?" Allie did, and he noticed he was more used to the feel of her mouth on him. Hugh grasped her hips and she helped him find the target with her hand. He pushed in slow and easy, expecting his hair to stand on end. "Oh, Lord!" Nothing between him and Allie but Allie juice. It was almost like touching a wet electric contact.
"Oh, Lordee!" Steve echoed as Allie's mouth surrounded his cock. With both her hands busy holding Steve's cock and balls, Hugh used his fingers on her clit. She made a muffled noise around Steve's meat.
"This won't last long, I'm afraid." He slid out and in with a bump, driving her mouth deeper around Steve's cock. He knew that because he and Steve were looking at each other. Steve grunted and motioned for Hugh to come on and do it again. Hugh did it again, a little faster, and little harder. All three of them made a small noise of growing pleasure. Watching for Steve's reaction to each stroke was eerily like fucking Steve through Allie. Did Steve feel that way? He kept switching his gaze from Hugh to Allie.
Hugh's thighs and belly whacked Allie's bottom and legs on the next stroke, bumping her harder. Allie purred. Steve wrenched his head sharply to one side so his neck tendons showed taut. Allie felt so tight, so hot, so sweet, so right.
Hugh's control began crumbling with the next stroke, and worse the next, and six or seven glorious strokes later he was gone. He bowed over her back and shot bang, bang, bang, bang, bang! Allie bucked and rolled. Steve whimpered, "Wait!" arched his back, and followed them over the edge, gritting his teeth, his lips peeled back.
There didn't seem to be enough oxygen in the room, the way they were gasping. Disengaging made Hugh and Allie rumble and squeak a little, then the chair creaked under the weight of the three sprawling lovers.
"Phew!" Allie said after a minute. "You know, once I'm more practiced at handling two lovers at once, I'll probably die of pleasure overload."
"Don't do that. You hear any complaints?!" Steve asked her, resting his cheek on the top of her head.
"I'm glad it's good for you, and it's good for me too! But I struggle over how to focus on you both at once, or how to switch my attention constantly back and forth so I don't miss anything. Know what I mean?"
"Once we get used to bare fucking and sucking, we maybe won't come so fast," Hugh said. "Would that help?"
"It is wild, isn't it? Besides feeling so freaky, this kind of fucking makes me wish my pussy could swallow. Cum keeps leaking all over my legs and the furniture."
Steve chuckled. "She wants a diaper, Hugh."
"I do not!"
"Well then, she's afraid we'll spank her if she makes a mess."
"No way. If you bring out a paddle, I'm out of here."
Hugh rubbed Allie's tummy. "I seem to remember a paddle being mentioned once before." He caught Steve's eye. Steve blushed. Hugh grew thoughtful.
"Yeah, that's right!" Allie said, also catching the color in Steve's face.
Someone's stomach growled.
"Who's was that?" Allie asked. "Me?"
"No, me, I think," Hugh said. "I missed a meal somehow." He kissed Allie's eyebrow.
"Well, don't look at me. I'm so hungry I can't stand it. How about you guys?"
Steve said, "Pizza would be great right about now, wouldn't it?" Everyone agreed.
Hugh padded to his pile of clothes and found his watch. "There's just time to call before Pizza City quits delivering for the night."
Allie punched a fist into the air. "Yes!"
Hugh called in the order once they worked out who wanted what. They all sat in the kitchen in their birthday suits and drank beer while they waited for the delivery boy. Steve said, "I think Allie should answer the door naked. See if we get free pizza."
"What a nasty man you are!" she said. "Some poor kid working and scraping to get through school can't afford a stunt like that."
"Yeah," Hugh agreed. "Just for that, we ought to make you answer the door wearing a dress or something."
"Not me!"
Allie giggled. "He can dish it out but he can't take it, can he? I think he should pay for the food."
"Hey! I think whoever came the most should pay." He pointed at Allie.
"I'm unemployed at the moment, remember? Speaking of which, did you show my quilt slides to any craft shops you pass on your route?"
"Not really."
Hugh frowned at Steve. "You said you would a week ago. What gives? Don't you want Allie to have her own money and feel comfortable living here with us?"
"Sure, I do. But I'm pressed for time, like I told you. I tried Craft Co-op first but they were busy giving some kind of class. I just had time to make a date with an earth-mother type. You should see her! All long hair and hand-woven clothes!"
Hugh rolled his eyes. The doorbell rang, so Hugh threw on his robe, grabbed some cash off the refrigerator and answered the front door. He came back with three stacked boxes and the rich smells of hot yeasty bread, peppers, spice and cheese. No one said anything sensible for the next ten minutes.
"Did you ever try a second place?" Hugh asked Steve when they began slowing down.
"Well, sure, since I had such great luck finding the earth-mother. Ancient Arts Palace wants only antique-looking things, they said. Their stuff looked dull and old-fashioned to me."
"Anywhere else?"
He licked sauce off his thumb. "Well, May wants one. She's marrying some guy named Martin, so I'm out of the picture now." He made a noise to express his disgust, and drank more beer.
"Which one does she want?" Allie asked.
"Hell, I don't know. Piss on her."
"What?" Hugh stared at him. "Isn't this the widow with no teeth who sucks you twice a week?"
Steve stared. "You know about her?"
"Years ago, you mentioned how great her mouth felt. If you've been together till now, she must have sucked you off about a thousand times! If she shut you off to marry again, how can you be mad at her? Surely you can't be that selfish!"
Steve looked uncomfortable. "Shit. That's what she said too. I'm not mad any more." He gestured to Allie with his next slice of pizza.
Her eyes widened. "Because I'm taking up where she left off"? You stinker!" She leaped up, shoving her chair backwards, and whacked the table with her palm-so hard the pizza and beer jumped. "You either buy her a quilt and give it to her for a wedding present with your sincere best wishes for a happy life or you aren't coming anywhere near my mouth again! Do you hear me?!" She was shouting nose-to-nose with him by the end.
Hugh covered his mouth to hide his amusement at Steve suffering Allie's temper.
"How much will it cost?" he asked in a meek voice.
Their gazes hit her face, wary yet eager. She looked at Hugh's cock. It was half hard.
"First Hugh, you need to catch up. Sit down here. Where's that vibrator?" She saw it on the bed behind Steve. She reached for it, accidentally brushing his sore backside and making him jump. "Oops! Sorry."
As Allie clicked on the toy, Hugh asked, "What are you going to do, Allie?"
"We're going to get you hard as can be and stick you in my pussy."
"What about me?" Steve asked. "Not that I'm being selfish, understand! How can I share this monster hard-on with you?"
She smiled and patted his cheek-not one of the chastened ones. "You're a quick study, love. We're stuffing you in my back door."
Steve's breath caught. Or was it Hugh's?
"Why not let Steve go first, since he's ready?" Hugh asked. "I'll enjoy watching and likely be hard as hell in no time."
"I know, but right now I want you both at once."
Steve blinked. "A sandwich?!"
"Have you ever taken a cock anally before?" Hugh asked, fending off the approaching toy.
"A couple times. Don't worry. I'm big enough." She kissed him and wielded the buzzing vibrator along the top of his thigh. His cock leaped.
"Have you thought this through?" he asked.
"Oh, yes. I first thought of it over in that big chair while I watched Steve watch you lick me. I thought of it again after I complained about not being able to focus on you both at once. With this thick blunt bat of yours, you'll fit nicely in my pussy. With his pointy thing, he'll wedge nicely into my ass. My most pleasurable sensations will be between my legs where I can focus on you both at once very easily. See?"
"I've read about it in my sex magazines. I've even seen pictures." Hugh's cock pulsed with his heartbeat, his gaze drawn to her crotch, her eyes. "But Allie, are you sure? This feels like jumping in headfirst. I'm afraid of hurting you. Maybe we should work up to this gradually."
"I'm kind of a jump-first person, Hugh. Besides, I have an ulterior motive."
"What is it?"
"I'll tell you later."
Steve laughed at Hugh's look of frustration. "She's a woman of mystery, bro."