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 HEARTLAND

   By Comshaw



   "Damn it's hot," Jim muttered to himself ,"Must be 100 degrees if it's
anything." It was the first of July and the small town they were setting up
in was in western Kansas.  He wiped his brow, then picked up a box from the
back of the truck and headed for the tent.

   He'd been with the Stokes carnival for almost a year.  He had wandered
into the midway one evening looking for a diversion, something to occupy
his time and take his mind off his troubles.  When he had caught sight of
the 'Help Wanted' sign, he had stood staring at it for almost ten minutes.
His life at that moment was a pile of shit.  The job promotion that should
have been his, had gone to the bosses nephew, his car had decided to give
up and die and his girlfriend told him she was in love with his best friend
and was moving in with him.

   'Why the fuck not?' He thought.

   He walked over to the nearest booth and tried to get the attention of
the surly looking young man behind the counter.

   "Yea, you wanna play?" Said the young man, looking at Jim like he was
appraising a cut of beef.

   "Nope.  Just want to know who I talk to about a job." Jim said.

   "The trailer." The young man pointed at a small travel trailer tucked in
amongst a group of trucks.

   Jim walked over and knocked on the door.

   A moment later a reedy female voice from within said, "Yea, it's open."

   Jim pulled open the door and climbed up into the dimly lit interior of
the trailer.  It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light level.
When they did he made out a woman in her sixties sitting at a table.

   "What can I do for ya?" She said.

   "I'm here to apply for a job." Jim said.

   She looked him up and down, then said,"You don't look like the usual
type I get in here looking for a job.  You sound educated.  You sure you
want to work for a carnival?"

   "Yes.  I'm ready for a move and I think it's time for me to do something
different." Jim said.

   "Ok.  I'm only going to ask two questions.  Are you running from the
law? And if not, can you start work tomorrow?" She again looked him up and
down then settled her gaze on his face.

   "No I'm not running from the law.  And yes I can start tomorrow." Jim
said, returning her stare.

   "Ok." She said,"Be here at noon.  I'm Johann Stokes, the owner of this
traveling asylum.  Most everybody here calls me Jo.  The ones that know me
real well call me Crazy Jo." She said and grinned.

   She put Jim in mind of a cat about to swallow a canary.

   "Ok," Jim said with a slight hesitance in his voice.

   Jo looked at him and that wicked grin again crossed her face.

   "I'll tell you the whole story sometime." She said,"One warning, while
you're with me you can do whatever else you want, but don't do anything to
bring the law down on me, you got it?  If you do, you best be long gone
when I find out, cause I'll have a piece of your ass otherwise."

   She grinned that tiger grin and turned back to the pile of papers on the
table in front of her.  Just as he turned to go, Jim noticed the tattoo. 
It was on the inside of her wrist, a crow with it's claws and beak sunk
into a bloody heart.  The sight of it sent a chill down Jim's spine.

   He backed out of the door and walked slowly down the midway.  For the
first time taking notice of the people working the rides and games.  He
could tell some were locals, recruited to work the week the carnival was in
town.  The ones that interested him were the carnies.  The men and women
that lived and traveled with the carnival.  The ones that, as of tomorrow,
would be his traveling/working companions.  He saw several that he thought
might be regulars, but he wasn't sure.  As he left the gate that night, he
was nervous enough to seriously consider not showing up on the morrow.  But
at 12:00 noon the next day he walked in the gate, packed and ready to go.

   That had been almost a year ago.  Now here he was in a small po-dunk
town in western Kansas, setting up for the Fourth of July.  He had never
asked Jo to tell him why they called her Crazy Jo, but he had heard the
story from others.  She had a fearsome temper and when she let it go she
was like a crazy woman.  She once beat a guy senseless with a shovel, then
called the local cops to pick him up; all because he had scammed the mayor
of the small town they were in and caused the local sheriffs department to
order the carnival out of town.

   Sampson, the huge black man who ran the Ferris Wheel had told him about
it.  He had also asked Jim if he'd noticed the tattoo on Jo's wrist.

   When Jim acknowledged he had, Sampson had said,"Pay heed to it boy. 
That depicts one of Jo's favorite saying, 'You fuck with me, I'll have your
heart for breakfast'.  Don't get on that woman's bad side.  You'll be
wishing you had never met her if you do."

   So far Jim had managed to stay clear of Jo's wrath.

   Jim carried another box to the tent, then sat on the edge of the center
table for a moment to catch his breath and take a sip of the Dr.  Pepper he
had waiting there.  Sometime in the next hour or so the locals recruited to
work would be starting to arrive.  Usually it was high school students.  He
had spent many entertaining hours watching one carnie or the other trying
to talk their way into some cute little high school girls pants.  It
usually ended with the carnie getting nothing at all for his efforts but a
good case of frustration.  Sometimes one of them would get lucky and Jim
would hear about the conquest for weeks, or notice the guy missing from the
crew a day or two later and realize that Jo had booted him because the girl
was under age.

   Jim wasn't immune to the sexual attractions of a young woman, but it
wasn't worth the effort, or incurring Jo's wrath.  He had realized early on
that even if he could talk a sweet young thing into bed they didn't have
any experience and usually were so nervous it was a 'wham bam thank you
mam', thing.  He had decided to let the carnies (although he called himself
a carnie Jim had a hard time thinking of himself as one) try to seduce the
young chickies.  Instead he had made an arrangement with Beth.  She was the
time keeper, ticket seller and was the one who did the interviewing and
hiring of the temp help.  She was in her forties and wasn't a raving
beauty, but was pretty, very intelligent and loved to fuck.  When he got
horny he would slip over to her trailer.

   She was always ready and willing.  He never saw anybody else going into
her trailer, or noticed her talking to any of the other guys, but wondered
if she was balling anyone else.  He had never asked because he considered
it an invasion of her privacy and a damned rude thing to bring up to boot,
but was very curious about it.

   Just as he was about to head back for another box, he heard a feminine
voice behind him say,"Excuse me, is this the Ring Toss booth?"

   He turned to see who had spoken and almost fell off his seat.  She was
short, 5' 1" or 5' 2", her hair was long, waist length, braided into one
long braid and black as a ravens wing.  Her eyes were brown and her skin
was lightly tanned, the color of coffee with cream.  Her lips were full and
red and they curled at the corners into the start of a permanent sensual
smile.  She had on sandals, white shorts and a black tank top, which
accentuated the smooth curves of her body and the mounds of her firm
breasts.

   Again she said,"Can you tell me if this the Ring Toss Booth?"

   "Y-yes.  Yes it is." Jim stammered.

   "I was sent over by Beth.  I'm suppose to work here.  My names
Patricia." She said.

   "Well Patricia," Jim said,"you're in the right spot."

   "Call me Pat." She said."What should I do?"

   "You can start by setting up the bottles on the table, then putting the
prizes on the shelves up there." Jim pointed to the shelves suspended above
the table.

   Pat smiled and said,"Sure thing."

   She was busy with the bottles as Jim walked back towards the truck to
fetch the next box.  When he returned he was greeted by a wonderful sight.
Pat was standing with one foot on a box and one on the table, stretching to
reach the shelves.  He quietly walked up behind her and stood watching her,
admiring her lithe form and firm round buttocks..  She was one delicious
looking young woman.

   A moment later the box she was standing on slipped and she started to
fall.  Jim dropped the box he was carrying, jumped forward and grabbed to
catch her.  A heart beat later he found himself in an awkward, but very
titillating position.  Her back was against his chest, he had his right arm
wrapped under and around her upper body, his left was between her legs.  As
he pulled her to him, to keep her from falling, his right hand cupped her
left breast and his left forearm was jammed tight into her crotch.  Jim
suddenly becoming aware of where his hand and arm were.  He held her
against him for a long moment, savoring the feel of her, then slowly placed
her feet on the ground, reluctant to release his hold.

   "You alright?" He asked.

   Pat turned to face him.  Her cheeks were flushed and she took a moment
to catch her breath before answering.

   "I think so.  Scary!  Thanks for catching me." She said.

   "Be careful from now on, Ok?" Jim said."The boss would have my ass if
you got hurt."

   Pat smiled and said,"Ok.  I'll be more careful.  Thanks again."

   Jim watched the corners of her mouth curl as she smiled.  The sweet
curve of her mouth, the glow from the flush still on her cheeks and the
remembered feel of her young firm body against his caused a knot to form in
Jim's stomach; then a creeping hot sensation to flow towards his crotch.

   Of a sudden he realized he wanted this girl, wanted her badly, wanted to
pull her clothes off and fuck her right here and now.

   'Aw, shit!' He groaned to himself, 'Just what I need, lusting after a
young local girl.  The law, and Jo, will have my ass if I try anything. 
And I've got to work with her for the next week!  She's probably not even
17 yet.  Damn it!  God Damn it!'

   "Ok.  Be careful.  I've got to get the rest of the stuff." Jim mumbled
over his shoulder as he hurried toward the truck.

   It took him 20 minutes to unloaded the rest of the boxes.  He instructed
Pat on where to put everything and how to run the game, then started to
unload for the other games.  He was in charge of six booths all told and
had to have them setup before dark.  The other eleven temps checked in and
he put one with Pat and two each on the other booths.

   There was eight more high school students, one woman in her early
thirties, one grandmother and a unemployed middle aged farm hand.  Of the
eight highschool students five were girls.  All were pretty, but none had
the effect on him that Pat did.  At 10:00 PM all the booth's were ready. 
He gathered his crew together and briefed them.

   "Here's the schedule." He handed some copies of the schedule to the
nearest girl and said "Pass them around", then again faced the rest of the
crew.

   "We run from noon to midnight.  Each of you has a six hour shift.  Be
here on time.  No excuses.  That's it, I'll see you tomorrow."

   As the group walked away from him, Jim's eyes followed Pat.  He groaned
inwardly as he noticed the seductive sway of her hips.  He couldn't think
of any woman, or girl, who had ever had this effect on him.  He turned and
walked quickly to Beth's trailer.

   He rapped once on the door and heard a "Yea, come in."

   He opened the door, slipped in and stopped for a moment to let his eyes
adjust to the dim light.  Beth was spread eagled on the bed, a fan blowing
air across her naked form.  Killer, her miniature dachshund, 'woofed'
softly from his basket on the floor at the end of her bed.

   Jim hurriedly undressed.  Beth chuckled when she caught sight of his
rock hard cock.  He lowered his weight onto the bed between her legs,
rubbed the engorged head up and down her wet slit, to lubricate it with her
juices.

   As he did she circled his neck with her arms and said,"I hope who ever
gave you that will be doing me the same favor all week."

   "I'll tell you all about it, later." He said and pushed his hips
forward, sliding his cock into her waiting wetness.

   He wasn't in the mood for subtleties or play.  He wrapped his arms
around Beth's body, pulled her hard to him and began to thrust into her. 
For the next few minutes there was no sound other then the squeak of the
bed, labored breathing and the wet slapping sound of a hard cock sliding
into a wet, willing cunt.  After several minutes Jim trembled and pushed
into her hard as his climax exploded.

   A moment after he felt Beth's body stiffen.  She dug her finger nails
hard into his back and groaned as she climaxed.  He lay still, his
deflating cock lodged in her, not wanting to move.

   Beth licked his ear lobe and whispered,"Damn stud, which ever one of
those hard body teeny boppers you were thinking about, make sure you see
her again tomorrow!"

   Jim rolled to one side and said, "I'll be working with her all week. 
She's on the Ring Toss booth.  Her name's Pat something.  Dark hair, brown
eyes, about 5' 1 or 2", white shorts, black tank top."

   'Yea, I remember her.  I chit-chatted with her longer then I did any of
the others.  Her parents have a farm west of town.  She also has a sister,
Christine, who's working at the Octopus ride."

   Jim hesitated then asked, "How old is Pat?"

   Beth chuckled,"You finally found a sweet, young thing your interested
in, huh?  Never fear, your safe, she's 18.  She graduated last spring and
is going to college this fall."

   Jim's heart sank and he groaned.  If she was under age he could have
convinced himself to stay away from her, using the legal age thing as a
crutch.  But now that he knew how old she was, he could feel that flame of
lust start to again flow into his crotch.

   "Why the groan studly?" Beth asked.

   "I don't want to be lusting after some barely legal girl!" He said,"It's
to damned complicated and besides, I'm not sure I want to twist my soul
enough to do what is necessary to get into her pants."

   Beth had her mouth pressed against his chest and he could feel her
chuckle.

   "Poor baby."She said,"He's in lust but doesn't want to be!  Relax for
Christ sake."

   He closed his eyes and a picture of her dark hair and liquid brown eyes
floated across his minds eye.  He could still feel the firmness of her
against him.  A moment later he pulled Beth over and on top of him.  He
used one hand to position his reanimated cock at her wet entrance, and the
other to pull her down onto his waiting shaft.

   "Christ!  You do have the hots for her don't you?" Beth said," Good,
that means I'll be getting your cock more often this week."

   With that she stretched out on top of him and began to undulate her
hips. Jim closed his eyes and let himself get lost in the sensual feel of
skin on skin, tight wetness around twitching hardness.  Soon he was aware
of Beth's tempo increasing.  She was sobbing for breath and pistoning up
and down on his shaft.  Vaguely Jim was aware of Killer whining.  Jim had
his hands on Beth's hips pulling hard each time she made a down stroke. 
His eyes were still closed and in his mind he could see Pat's firm tits
bounce with each stroke, feel her tight cunt slide over and grip his cock..


   Beth let out a strangled cry and Jim could feel the wetness of her
climax flow down his shaft and across his pelvis.  The sensation pushed him
over the edge and a second later his orgasm flooded into her.  As Beth
cried out, Killer started to howl, jumped onto the bed and put his cold,
wet nose against the bottom of Jim's foot.  Jim ignored it, having been
through the experience before.

   The first time it happened Jim didn't know what to think and Beth,
having a twisted sense of humor, hadn't warned him in advance.  She later
told him that's how she had picked the dogs name, 'Killer of Climaxes'.

   Jim got dressed and as he stepped out the door Beth said," You get into
her pants, don't wear yourself completely out.  Save some for me."

   Jim grinned,"You got it.  Don't want you forgetting how to fuck."

   Beth giggled as Jim closed the door.

   At 11:00 the next morning Jim was walking past the Octopus ride when he
spotted Pat standing next to the control station.  He had scheduled her for
the late shift, starting at 6:00 PM.  He figured she was probably here to
try the ride, since her sister worked.  The temporary help was allowed to
go on any of the rides for free.

   He walked over and said,"Hey Pat.  You here to try the ride?  Where's
your sister?"

   She turned and looked at him with those sexy brown eyes and said, "I'm
sorry, your mistaken.  I'm Christine, Pat's twin sister."

   It hit Jim like a jolt of lightning,'Oh shit!  Two of them!  Oh shit!'
And then,'God Damn you Beth!  You could have told me Pat's sister was her
twin.  Damn you!' He thought.

   "I'm sorry." Jim said,"I didn't know Pat had a twin sister."

   Christine smiled and said,"Yes most people can't tell us apart.  Even
our parents have a difficult time."

   "Well Christine,"Jim said," I can see why they have such a hard time. 
It's amazing, you two are identical."

   Jim could feel the glow of lust start to spread to his crotch as she
said,"Please, call me Chris."

   "I'll do that Chris.  I've got to go get the booths ready to open.  I'll
talk to you later.  Bye."

   Jim walked slowly back to the games.  All he could think about was Pat
and Chris.

   He opened the booths and made sure everything was working, got each temp
started and made sure they knew what to do.  About 12:30 he walked over to
the ticket booth where Beth was working.

   "You could have told me they were twins!" He hissed through the ticket
slot.

   Beth grinned and said, "That wouldn't have been any fun now would it? 
You were so smitten by Pat, I thought you would really be tickled to know
there were two of them!"

   "I'm going to be walking around with a hard on all week." Jim groaned.

   "That's what I'm counting on." said Beth,"All the better for me.  Come
see me this evening and I'll take care of that for you."

   Twice that afternoon Jim wandered over just to watch Chris.  Once she
caught him staring at her and he quickly turned and walked away.  Pat came
on at 6:00 PM sharp.  Jim checked in with her every half hour.  He usually
checked on his booths only two or three times a shift, but he just couldn't
stay away.  Each time they would talk a little and over the course of the
evening they learned much about each other.

   As they were closing that night Pat asked," You don't seem like the rest
of the people here.  How did you get started in this business?"

   Jim gave her a quick synopsis of how he ended up working in a carnival.

   "Interesting.  So your not going to stay a carnie then?" She asked.

   "Nope.  One of these days I'll go get a 9 to 5 job like everyone else.
Not yet though." Jim said.  He pulled down the tent flap and said,"That's
it.  I'll see you tomorrow."

   "Good night." Pat said.

   Jim watched her walk away and the lust that had been on simmer all day
came to a boil.  This time he didn't walk to Beth's trailer, he ran.  He
rapped on the door and was already inside before she could say anything. 
He grabbed her, pulled her to him and crushed his mouth to hers.  She was
still dressed and he started desperately undoing buttons.  He could feel
Beth's body vibrate with laugher.

   She said,"My goodness.  I can't believe how those two effect you."

   Still laughing, she placed her hand on the bulge of his cock.  Jim
almost tore her jeans as he tried to get then off.  He got them down and
off one leg, then picked her up and placed her on the bed.  He didn't even
bother to take off her panties, just pulled the crotch aside and stuffed
his quivering cock into her.  It was a repeat of the night before.  No
sound other then the wet slap of flesh on flesh, with a grunt, gasp and
groan as they both climaxed.

   An hour later Jim was sitting on the edge of the bed pulling on his
boots.  He finished tying one and turned to Beth.

   "Can I ask you something?" Jim said, his finger lazily rubbing her left
nipple.

   "Sure," purred Beth,"just keep doing what your doing though."

   "I've never asked, and if it sounds like an invasion of your privacy
tell me to kiss off.  I notice you never bed any one else.  So why do you
let me into your bed when ever I want?"

   Jim said, bending to run his tongue over her now erect nipple.

   Beth let out a ,"MMMMMMMM," opened one eye and said," you ever notice
how the rest of these jokers treat a woman, especially me?  Their a bunch
of animals.  They treat anything with a pussy like an object, a receptacle
for their sperm.  From the first time we met you treated me like a woman, a
person.  Even when you wanted to get into my bed you didn't just say,'Hey
bitch let's fuck', you actually courted me, seduced me.  You treated me
like I am someone, an equal.  I decided then and there I'd never turn you
down.  And I've never regretted it.  Don't you dare let it go to your head
either!"

   "Beth you are someone.  You're my friend and lover.  I can't say I love
you, but I'm damned fond of you."

   "That's another thing.  You've never told me what I wanted to hear. 
You've always told me the truth.  How can I turn that down?" Beth said.

   Jim had worked his hand between her legs and was gently rubbing her
clit.

   "You make me sound like a knight in shining armor."said Jim, "and that
ain't even close to the truth."

   "Not a knight, just a gentleman." said Beth.  "Stud, your either going
to fuck both those young things, or your going to wear me out.  Go home."
Beth said, a smile curling the corners of her mouth as she pulled his hand
from between her legs.

   "I'm sure I'll never get into their pants, so be ready to be worn to a
frazzle."Jim said as he stood and slipped out the door.

   "You never know." Beth whispered as the door clicked shut, "You might be
surprised how things work sometimes."

   The next few days Jim would go to the Octopus in the afternoon and give
Chris a big wave and a "Howdy." He'd spend 5 or 10 minutes chit-chatting
with her before returning to check his booths, then stop back by at least
twice during her shift to talk to her.  When Pat came on at 6:00 he'd check
in with her every half hour, like that was his usual routine.  When they
closed at 12:00 each night, Jim would make sure the Ring Toss was the last
one closed.  That way everyone else would be gone and he was sure to be
alone with her.

   He'd spend a few minutes talking with her, stealing glances at her and
trying to covertly maneuver her into a position where her firm young body
would rub against his.  As she left he'd watch her walk up the midway until
she was out of sight.  He'd then head for Beth's trailer and spend the next
hour relieving his sexual frustration buried deep in Beth's wet willing
pussy.

   Each night as he left her trailer Beth would grin and say,"Some day I'm
going to have to tell those two thanks!"

   The next to last night they were going to be in town Jim and Pat were
closing as usual when Chris's voice said from behind him,"Well sis, you
going to show me how to play this game?"

   Jim's heart skipped a beat as he turned and saw Chris standing at the
counter behind him.  He looked from Pat to Chris and the fire of lust that
had smoldered so long blazed.

   'God,' he thought,'I've died and gone to heaven!'

   Pat said,"Hey Chris.  Sure.  Jim can I take a few minutes and show Chris
how this works?  I'm getting pretty good at it you know."

   To demonstrate she tossed a ring and it made a perfect landing over the
neck of a bottle.  She handed Chris a ring and said,"Here, you try."

   Chris tossed her's and it hit a bottle and bounced to the ground.

   Jim shook his head and said,"You two care to make a bet whether I can
beat you?"

   "That's not fair," giggled Pat," you've been doing this a lot longer
then we have."

   "Ok, lets do it this way.  One point per ring over a bottle neck.  I'll
play against you and Chris.  Five rounds, three rings per round.  How's
that for odds?"

   "Your on.  But what are we going to bet?" Said Chris.

   "What would you like from me if I lose?" Jim ask.

   "You do what ever we want for a day.  Tomorrow in fact." said Pat,"That
sound good Chris?"

   "Sounds really good to me." Chris responded.

   Jim's imagination went wild, pictures of him and both girls naked in bed
hammered at him.  After a while he realized that his cock was bulging the
front of his pants.  Not wanting to be disappointed, his common sense
finally prevailed and he shoved the delightful images out of his mind.

   'Probably want me to do their chores, take them to a movie and dinner,
that kind of thing.' He thought to himself.  'If in doubt, ask.'

   "So what kind of things did you have in mind for me to do?" He tried to
keep the quaver out of his voice as he ask.

   "Well," Pat said looking at her sister,"You can take us for a ride, take
us to dinner, a movie, stuff like that."

   "Damn!  Just like I thought.' Jim's mental voice said.

   Out loud he said,"Ok.  And if you lose you do what I say for all of
tomorrow."

   Chris spoke up a moment later,"Ok.  Your on.  Let's play."

   They started the game.  Pat threw first and scored one out of three. 
Jim was up second and scored two out of three.  Chris threw and scored one.
In the second round Jim scored a triple and the girls only scored two. 
Going into the last round it was tied, eight and eight.  Pat threw and hit
one.  Jim hit two of his three, which put him ahead by one.  Chris stepped
up and missed the first one.

   Jim's heart was pounding in his chest and his throat was dry.  Even if
he won this game, he wasn't sure he could parley it into a fulfillment of
his fantasy, but God did he want a chance at it!  Chris threw her next ring
and it plucked firmly over a bottle neck.

   "All right!" She exclaimed,"One more and we win!  "

   Chris took careful aim and threw the ring.  To Jim it seemed to fly
through the air in slow motion.  It hit a bottle neck at an angle and
bounced into the air, fell, bounced again and the third time made a perfect
landing over a bottle neck.

   Chris squealed with excitement,"We won!  We won!"

   "Well you won fair and square." Jim said trying not to show his
disappointment."So what do you two want to do tomorrow?"

   "We'll be here at noon.  You meet us here and we'll let you know then.
Ok?" Chris said.

   "You're the winners, you got it.  I'll make sure your jobs are covered
by someone else tomorrow." Jim tried to sound happy, but a slight bit of
his disappointment leaked through.

   "Oh!  We didn't think about that.  Thanks."said Pat.  " You look kinda
down.  Don't be sad.  We'll have fun."

   Jim smiled and nodded his head, wishing what he had imagined a short
time ago was to be the case, but felt there wasn't much of a chance now. 
Pat startled him a moment later by walking over and placing a kiss on his
surprised lips.  Not to be out done Chris stepped up and placed her own
soft sweet kiss on his lips.

   "Tomorrow." Was all she said.

   Jim watched them walk away down the midway.  After they were out of
sight, he walked slowly over to Beth's trailer.  Still not sure exactly
what the kisses meant.  Neither kiss had been blatantly sexual, it was all
very confusing.  He knocked, then stepped in as he heard Beth's voice
welcoming him.  He sat down on the edge of the bed and started to take off
his clothes.

   "Hey stud, yoohoo, what's up?" Beth said waving her hand in front of him
to get his attention.

   "Can we find replacements for Pat and Chris tomorrow?" He asked.

   "Sure." Beth said."I've got a couple of kids that want a day of work."

   He wanted to, needed to taste her this night.  He stretched out between
her legs, gently pulled her labia apart and slowly worked his tongue up her
slit from bottom to top.  The second time he did she was wet, the third
time sopping.  He pushed his mouth against her and began to lick her clit.

   Her breathing became labored and then she stiffened and groaned as her
climax washed over her.  Jim moved up, placed her legs over his shoulders
and entered her.  He started to slowly stroke in and out.  Soon his tempo
increased, and increased, and increased until he was slamming into her. 
One last hard stroke and his climax erupted, filling her with his hot
fluid. As he trembled with the intensity of it, she wrapped her legs around
him, pulled him close and stroked his back, crooning a soft sound to him.

   He rolled off her and fell asleep, waking several hours later.

   As he slipped on his boots Beth said," I take it you talked the twins
into something tomorrow, care to tell me about it?"

   He told her about the deal they had made, then voiced his doubts about
the chance of anything happening on the morrow since he had lost.

   "Let it be." Beth said, "What will be, will be."

   Jim looked at her, a twinkle replacing the look of disappointment in his
eye.

   "So you're a philosopher too, huh?"

   "No, just a realist." She said."Now go get some sleep."

   Jim leaned over and kissed her,"Ok.  See you tomorrow.  Hope it's a good
day, but I doubt it."

   As Jim closed the door Beth grinned and whispered, "It will be a good
one, sweet Jim."

   Jim woke early to shower and shave.  He was nervous as a cat, pacing the
length of the midway.  As noon approached he was both nervous and resigned.
He felt this was going to be an exercise in frustration.  He figured Pat
and Chris probably had it all planned out.  As they had said the night
before, a movie, then lunch, then perhaps shopping or some other thing in
that vein, then dinner.  He was sure that he would end up being frustrated
and having a hard on all day.

   'Beth will thank those two for that,' he thought,'but I'll be one
frustrated blue balled bastard by the end of the day.'

   At noon he stood next to the milk bottle game.  No matter how many times
he saw it, it always tickled him to see someone try to knock down those
lead bottles.  He glanced down the midway and spotted Pat and Chris walking
towards him.  They were dressed in different colored outfits of the same
cut and one was carrying a wicker basket.  They both had on mid-thigh
length skirts, halter tops and white sandals.  One was dressed in light
blue while the other was in light yellow.  As they approached Jim found
himself unsure of what to say.

   'God they are both so sexy!' He thought,'maybe I still have a slim
chance to make something work.'

   "You two look gorgeous!" Jim exclaimed as they drew close to him.

   Both girls giggled and Pat said,"Thanks.  We were hoping you'd like the
outfits.  Chris wanted to dress in yellow and I wanted blue.  So we found
these."

   With that she whirled around to show off the outfit.  Jim groaned to
himself.

   'This is going to be a long, long day.' He thought.

   "Are you ready?" Chris ask.

   "As ready as I'll ever be."Jim responded."Where to?"

   Pat took one of his arms and Chris the other.

   "Come with us." Chris said.

   "Lead on ladies." Jim said as they headed toward the parking lot.

   A few minutes later Chris unlocked and opened the door of a mid 80's
full sized Chevy sedan.  Chris placed the wicker basket in the back seat,
then motioned for Jim to enter the front.  A puzzled look crossed Jim's
face.

   Chris giggled and said," We don't want you riding in the back seat by
yourself.  You are our beck and call boy today and we want you close to do
our bidding"

   Jim shrugged, slid into the front seat and found Pat already on the
passenger side.  A moment later Chris slid in under the wheel, started the
engine and pulled out onto the county road.

   "Are you going to tell me where we're going?" Jim asked.

   "There's a little lake out toward our farm." Pat said,"We're going on a
picnic there.  Chris and I decided you will serve us lunch, then we will go
do something else.  Let me see your hand." Jim held out his hand.  Pat
turned it palm up and ran her fingertips over the leather like skin.

   "Nice.  Working hands.  I like that." She said.

   "Look," she turned to point out the window , "that's George Wilson's
place, he raises emu's." When she turned she had pulled Jim's hand against
her breast.  He could feel the firm globe against the back of his hand.

   'Oh Christ!' He groaned in his head,'They're going to torture me all
afternoon!'

   Pat let go of his hand and turned back to him.

   "Have you ever seen an emu?" She asked.

   "Nope.  Never." He said.

   "Hang on a second, I think I've got a picture of one in my purse."

   With that she turned around to face the rear of the car and reached into
the back seat.  As she did she put her right arm around Jim to steady
herself.  She had Jim's arm trapped between her and the back of the seat
and his hand was between her legs, pressed against her bare inner thigh,
her breast was pushed tight against his shoulder.  She rummaged around in
her purse for a minute or two but to Jim it seemed like an eternity.

   Finally she said,"Ah, here it is."

   She turned around and handed him a snapshot of an emu as she settled
back into her seat.  Jim looked at the photo and said,"They are funny
looking cusses aren't they?"

   "Yes they really are." Pat said.

   A moment later the car slowed as Chris made a turn onto a dirt road. 
They drove slowly down the rutted lane for about ten minutes, then Chris
stopped the car in front of a barbed wire gate adorned with a large 'No
Trespassing' and a 'Violators will be Prosecuted' sign.  Pat jumped out and
opened the gate, then closed it again after Chris drove through.  Pat
climbed in and they continued driving along the dirty lane.  They finally
came over a rise and Jim had his first look at the lake.  It was small,
probably 9 or 10 acres and had four or five large oak trees growing at
different places around the shore.  Chris turned off the rutted lane and
drove slowly across the grassy field.  She stopped close to one of the oak
trees and turned off the ignition.

   "Here we are." She said.

   They got out and Jim pulled the picnic basket from the back seat.  Chris
opened the trunk and brought out a large blanket.  They walked over to the
tree and Jim was surprised to see that the grass under it looked like it
had been mowed in the last day or two.  Chris and Pat spread the blanket,
then both sat down.

   "OK." Pat said with a slow smile,"Beck and call boy, you may serve us
lunch."

   Jim opened the basket and started laying out the contents.  There was
three Cokes, a container of fried chicken, a plastic dish filled with
finger sandwiches and an aluminum foil wrapped metal bowl full of cookies,
some paper plates and a small box of plastic forks.  Jim set out two
plates, and placed one piece of chicken, three sandwiches and several
cookies on each.  He picked up the plates and turned to hand them to the
girls.  The sight that greeted him was almost enough to cause him to drop
both plates.

   While he had been busy filling the plates, both girls had stretched out
on their backs.  They both had their feet on the blanket and knees up and
spread.  Jim had a wonderful view of Chris's yellow panties and Pat's blue
ones.  Both girls were laying with their eyes closed, so Jim took the
opportunity to get his visual fill.  He sat still, afraid to move, afraid
they would become aware of the situation.  After several minutes, Pat
stirred and sat up.  A moment later Chris did the same.

   Jim swallowed to wet his dry throat, leaned forward and said,"Here you
go.  Lunch is served."

   The girls began to eat and Jim fixed his plate, then concentrated on
eating.  As they ate the girls told him about the lake.  It belonged to
them.  There parents had deeded it to them, along with 60 acres when they
graduated.

   "They said we can do anything we want with it.  We haven't decided what
we want to do, other then putting up the gate and signs, so no one can
bother us when we're here." Chris said.

   Pat had finished her lunch and yawned,"I'm going to go take a nap."

   She went to the car and returned with a pillow stretched out on the
blanket and closed her eyes.

   "I think I'll take a walk around the lake." said Chris,"Join me?"

   "Sure." Jim said, though he would have liked to have stayed and watched
Pat, hoping to find himself in a position to see more of her young lithe
body.

   They stood and Chris lead the way through the grass towards the lake. 
When they got close to the shore Jim was again surprised, as they stepped
out onto a well maintained path that traced the shoreline.  Jim followed
Chris down the path, taking in the sway of her hips, wondering what it
would feel like to have her naked body against him.  After a couple of
minutes of walking Chris stepped through a stand of reeds at the edge of
the water.  Jim followed and found himself on a small floating dock.  Chris
was already sitting on the edge with her feet into the water.

   "Come on," She said,"It's fun."

   Jim sat down, pulled off his shoes, then his socks, pulled up his pants
legs and plunked his feet into water.  Chris grinned, reached down and
threw a handful of water on him.  Jim sputtered, then grabbed her wrist as
she reached to do it again.  She started to use her other hand and he
grabbed that wrist.  In a whirl of arms and legs, they were engaged in a
match, Chris trying to splash Jim, he trying to keep her from it.  After a
few moments Jim ended up laying on top of her, holding both wrists over her
head.

   "Ok, I give.  I won't do that again." She said.

   "I'm not sure I believe you." Jim retorted.

   Actually he didn't want to move.  The feel of her firm body under his
was exciting.

   Chris pretended to pout, sticking out her lower lip and saying,"Please,
I promise I won't do it again."

   Jim knew his hard cock was pressed against her and wondered if she could
feel it.

   "What do I get if you do?"He asked.

   He caught his breath as he thought he felt her push her hips against his
raging cock and say,"What would you like?"

   He stood and pulled her to her feet, wondering if he should take a
chance and kiss her.  As she gained her feet, she stumbled against him and
a moment later they lost their balance and with a startled yell fell into
the water.

   The lake was shallow around the dock, so Jim found himself standing in
water three feet deep, with Chris in front of and facing him.  He could see
her erect nipples through the wet cloth of her top.  She had a smile on her
lips and he could see the tip of her tongue between her lips.

   'Ah fuck it!' he thought.

   He still had hold of one of her wrist's so he pulled her to him and
kissed her hard.  To his delight she wrapped her arms around his neck and
kissed him back hungrily.  He reached down, slid his hands under her skirt
and grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling her hard against him.  She moaned and
he could feel her push her hips against him.

   He broke the kiss and started to move toward the bank, when he felt her
legs encircle him and heard her say,"Here.  Take me right here, please!"

   He slipped his hands under her skirt and started to pull her panties off
when she groaned and panted,"Please, now!  Put your cock in me!  Fuck me
now!"

   With nervous hands he continued to try and pull her panties down, when
he heard her whisper, "God!  Please get in me!  Tear those damn things
off!"

   He jerked on the silky fabric and felt it tear, then pull free.  He
tossed the remains of her panties away and with shaking hands unbuckled his
belt, unsnapped, then unzipped his jeans and jerked them down far enough to
get his cock free.  He grasped his engorged shaft, and guided it to her
opening.  As he felt the head enter her, he grabbed her ass cheeks and
pulled her to him, slamming the length of his cock into her.  She gasped,
then her teeth sank into his neck as his shaft filled her young tight
pussy. He started to stroke into her, trying to go slow, wanting
desperately to make it last.  After several strokes he knew it was useless,
knew the lust had gripped him for far too long, so he began to slam into
her hard.

   She was groaning and whimpering around the chuck of his skin she had
clamped between her teeth.  All to soon he could feel his climax seize him
and explode inside her.  He held her tight as he filled her with his
juices. They remained that way for a long while, waist deep in the water,
his cock buried inside her.

   "I think we probably should get out of this water." He whispered."My
wallet is still in my pocket."

   He felt her nod her head against his shoulder in response.  He pulled
his jeans up far enough to walk and waded toward the shore, one hand
holding his jeans up, the other on one cheek of Chris's firm round ass and
her legs still wrapped around him.  He gained the shore then allowed her to
slowly slide down until her feet were on the ground.

   " That was incredible."He said.

   "God yes!" She said in a quiet voice."I've always wanted to do that, but
have never had the chance."

   "I don't suppose you have towels in your car?" He ask.

   "It just so happens I do!" She said and smiled."Pat and I were planning
on going swimming later."

   He pulled her to him and said,"You wouldn't want to have an instant
replay would you?"

   I'd love to," She said," but there's something else you need to do, you
have to make love to Pat.  There's a problem though.  She's had sex only
once and the guy wasn't very gentle.  She wants to, but she's very
nervous."

   "You two had this planned all along, didn't you?" He said."You spent all
that time teasing me, knowing you were going to fuck me?"

   Chris smiled, pulled her top up and her sports bra down, exposing the
firm globe of her breast.  She took his hand and placed it over her cool,
firm breast, never letting her eyes leave his.

   "We did.  Any complaints?"

   He hesitated for only a fraction of a second, then leaned forward and
placed his mouth over her erect nipple.  She groaned, placed her hand
behind his head and pulled his mouth harder against her.  A moment later
Jim slipped his hand under her wet skirt and between her legs.  He felt her
legs spread as his fingers searched for and found her wet slit.  He found
her clit and his finger stimulated the hard little nub for a minute or two,
then he reached down picked her up and walked over to a grassy spot.  He
laid her down and gently pulled her skirt off, then slowly worked her top
up and off, followed by her bra.

   He leaned forward and allowed his tongue to slowly sink between the lips
of her pussy.  As he found her clit, Chris groaned and pushed her hips
toward his questing mouth.  Over the next 20 minutes her orgasm swelled,
crested and ebbed three times.  Finally he pulled his mouth from her and
moved up beside her.  He held her tight against him, one hand stroking her
hair, his lips placing gentle kisses on her neck and cheeks.

   After a while she looked up at him and said,"Time to go see Pat, before
you get me going again.  Please, be gentle with her."

   She moved close and whispered,"She's been watching us all this time."

   Jim chuckled and whispered back,"I hope it's had the effect it should."

   Chris put her hands on his chest pushed and said,"Go."

   "I'm going back to the blanket and take a nap." Jim said, more for Pat's
benefit then anything.  "Where's the towel?"

   "In the trunk." Chris said.

   She smiled and threw him a kiss.

   Jim picked up his shoes and walked back along the path.  As he
approached the blanket he could see Pat laying on her stomach.  He walked
pasted her to the car, opened the trunk and pulled out a towel.  He started
to rub himself dry as he walked back toward the shade of the tree.  He sat
down and pulled off the wet tee-shirt he was wearing.  He rubbed his damp
skin briskly with the towel.

   "What happened to you?" Pat asked opening one eye.

   "Fell in the lake." Jim said."I'm soaked.  I need to take off my pants,
do you want me to go to the car to do it?"

   "No," Pat said,"I'll just look the other way until you get the towel
around you."

   Pat turned her head and Jim pulled off his pants, hesitated, then
removed his wet underwear.  He wrapped the towel around himself, then
stretched out on the blanket next to Pat.  As she turned to face him, he
reached out and pulled her mouth to his.  Her body stiffed, then a moment
later Jim felt her relax and respond to his kiss.  He pulled her close and
moved his hands up her back.  To his surprise there wasn't a bra strap.  He
gently rolled her onto her back, pulled up her top and bent down to take
her erect nipple into his mouth.

   He spent several minutes sucking first one nipple, then the other.  She
didn't move, but he could feel her nipples grow under his tongue.  As he
licked he placed his hand on her knee and slowly trailed it up her inner
thigh and over the panty covered mound of her pussy.  He did this several
times, then hooked his fingers under the leg band, slipped them underneath
the damp silky fabric and trailed his fingertips along the moist lips of
her pussy.  As his fingers stroked her he could feel her tremble.  He
slowly pushed his finger between her labia and placed it on her clit. 
Slowly, gently he began to rub the hard little nub.  He could feel her
trembling increase and was about to pull his hand away, thinking she was
scared, when she pushed her hips toward his hand and a small gasp escaped
her lips.

   He pressed his lips to her ear and whispered," Pat, I want you.  I've
wanted you from the day I saw you in that tent.  You have the right to say
no.  To tell me to quit.  If you want to do that, please do it now."

   She locked her eyes on his and whispered,"I want you to.  I want you to
fuck me.  Now!  Do it now, please!"

   Jim hooked his fingers in the waist band of her skirt and gently pulled
it down and off.  He grasped her hands and pulled her to a sitting
position, then pulled her top up and off.  He had her lay back and slowly
worked her panties down and off.  He devoured the sight of her sweet young
body with his eyes.  He pulled the towel from around his hips and rolled
onto Pat.  He lay atop her, his hard shaft trapped between them.

   He started kissing her neck and worked his way down her body, stopping
to lick and suck each nipple in turn, then continuing to kiss down her
belly.  As he got close to her crotch he could feel the heat, smell the
musky sensual smell of her.  He placed his lips against her pussy and
stopped.

   Minutes went by.  His breath blew gently against her.  He could feel her
trembling, could feel his cock about ready to explode.  Finally he slipped
his tongue between her lips and touched her clit.  She was very wet and the
taste of her almost pushed him over the edge.  She responded to his tongue
by gasping at the sensation and arching her back, pushing her wetness
against his mouth.  He sucked her clit into his mouth and rolled it with
his tongue.  A moment later he tasted her climax as she arched her back
even more and trembled with the intensity of it.

   He quickly moved up and positioned his shaft to enter her.  He pushed
forward and watched his cock slide into her wet waiting depths.  He started
to thrust into her, slowly, firmly.  As each stroke slammed home, as his
shaft slid all the way into her, he could see her firm young tits bounce
with the impact.  He could feel his climax building, but gritted his teeth,
trying to hold it back.  Finally he couldn't stop it.  Like a hot wave it
hit him, flooding deep into Pat.  He held her tight as his cock throbbed,
squirting his juices into her .  He laid buried in her, not wanting to
move, not wanting the moment to end.

   Pat had her arms around his neck and was sobbing.

   "You ok?" Jim asked."I didn't hurt you did I?  God I'm sorry if I did. I
wanted it to be special for you!"

   "N-n-no.  Y-y-you, d-didn't hurt me." Pat said between sobs.  "I-i-it
was better then I ever imagined it could be.  That's all.  I'm so happy!"

   Jim slipped to one side and pulled her to him.  He held her, crooning a
wordless tune.  They both feel asleep and Chris woke them half an hour
later.

   "Well sis, was it good?" Chris ask.

   Pat stretched, smiled and said,"You were right, the right guy, the right
time, it was fantastic!"

   "What time is it?" Jim ask looking at the sun.

   "It's still early," Chris said,"Plenty of time for this."

   Jim was laying on his back.  Chris had pulled off her wet clothes and
had a towel wrapped around her.  She stepped over him and slowly sat down.
The feel of her warm pussy pressed against against his cock caused it to
instantly harden.  Chris reached down and guided it into her.  Jim looked
over at Pat.

   She was watching Chris, who was starting to stroke up and down on his
hard shaft.  Jim reached over and pulled Pat up on her hands and knees.  He
slipped his arm under her, pushed two fingers into her and placed his thumb
on her clit.  As Chris increased her tempo on his cock, Jim's fingers
worked on Pat.

   "It's exciting to watch your sis get fucked, isn't it?  You like
watching me fuck her don't you?" Jim whispered to Pat.

   "Y-yes." She panted.

   "You want me to put my hard cock in your pussy again?  You want me to
lick you until you cum?" Jim whispered.

   "Oh, God yes!" Pat moaned, as his fingers worked in and out of her.

   "Listen," Jim whispered,"you hear that wet sound?  That's my cock
sliding in and out of Chris.  Come closer."

   Jim pulled Pat closer until her head was laying on his stomach, her eyes
just inches from where his cock was sliding in and out of Chris.  He could
feel a flood of wetness on his fingers as Pat watched Chris stroke up and
down.  Jim pulled Pat around until her pussy was over his face.  He circled
her hips with his arms and pulled her wet cunt down to meet his tongue. 
She moaned as he began to lick her.

   Chris came first, letting out a cry as she climaxed.  Pat was close to,
but Jim wanted her pussy around his cock.  Chris slid to one side and Jim
scrambled around behind Pat.  He placed the head of his hard shaft, still
wet with Chris's juices, against Pat's sopping cunt and pushed it into her.
He grabbed her hips and began to fuck her hard.  He could hear her grunt
with each stroke, and finally let out a strangled cry as her climax gripped
her.  He drove his cock deep into her one last time, as his climax
exploded.

   All three collapsed into a heap.  Jim had one arm over Chris and had his
leg across Pat, who was laying on her stomach.  Jim spent the next hour,
napping for a few minutes, then waking to stroke either Pat or Chris, then
drifting back to sleep.  Finally he woke to find Pat watching him.

   "Hi." He said, kissing her gently.

   "Hi back." She whispered.

   "What's all the whispering about," Chris's voice said from behind
him,"you two planning on doing something without me?"

   Jim rolled over pulled Chris to him and kissed her.

   "Not on your life." He said.

   Chris giggled and said,"Good, cause I'd hate to fuck you to a frazzle
for revenge."

   "If that's what your going to do,"Jim said," Then yes we were going to
run off and have fun with out you.  Do I get my punishment now?"

   "If you don't behave you will," Chris said, reaching done and stroking
his flaccid cock.

   "There's no way I'll behave,"Jim grinned,"so punish me."

   "You ask for it!" Chris said in a severe tone.

   She jumped on him and began to tickle him.  A moment later Pat joined
her and Jim found himself smothered by the two girls.

   'GOD, LIFE IS GOOD!' He thought.

   A moments later he was crying out,"Mercy, please, mercy!"

   Pat and Chris stopped tickling, snuggled close to him and in unison
said,"That will teach you!"Then giggled.

   They were quiet for a few moments, each lost in their own thoughts.

   "You two had this planned, but fill me in on a couple of things , ok?"
Jim said as he watched a cloud on the horizon.

   "Sure," Chris said,"What do you want to know?"

   "Why fuck a carnie like me and not a local guy?  And for that matter why
me?" Jim said, looking from one to the other.

   A slow smile lit Chris's face.

   "The reason we don't do this with the local boys is we would never hear
the end of it.  Tell me do you think of us as sluts?" Chris asked.

   "Of course not!" Jim said," I think your health young women that want to
explore your sexuality."

   "That's what I figured you'd say." Chris said nodding her head.

   She held her hand up, stopping Jim before he could speak," That was not
meant to be a slam.  I'll explain that in a moment.  The problem is if we
did this with any of the local guys, we would be labeled sluts throughout
the county before the day was done.  Even if you did think of us that way,
you'll be gone in a short time and couldn't spread stuff like that.  All of
us get what we want, you get a lot of pussy," Chris laughed," I get to cum,
a lot, and Pat gets to find out how enjoyable it all is."

   Jim nodded his head,"Makes sense.  But what about----,"

   Chris again held up her hand.

   "I knew you were going to say that about exploring sexuality because, we
didn't just look at you and think 'My, My, Jim looks like he would be a
good fuck'.  Someone recommended you as an honest, gentle, sweet extremely
sexual guy.  This person said you would talk like that if asked about such
things."

   Jim had a very puzzled look on his face,"Who did you talk to?"

   Chris grinned a sly grin and said,"We promised not to tell.  I'm not
sure we should."

   Jim looked from Pat, who was watching him intently to Chris, who was
grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

   "I've got to know.  Please tell me, who was it?  " He said.

   "Ok, Ok." Chris said."When you started to come say Hi to me everyday,
and seemed to be so nice, we were curious what you were really like.  We
talked to Beth about you."

   In Jim's mind it all clicked, the comments, the enigmatic smiles, the
cryptic comments.  Beth had helped set this up!

   "She told us all about you." Chris said." for a while we waited for you
to make a move.  When you didn't we talked to Beth and she said that you
really wanted to seduce both of us, but that Crazy Jo would probably have
your butt if someone complained and you didn't want to, as Beth put it,
"twist your soul to get into our pants.".  So we decided to set this up."
She waved her hand around her.

   Jim sat deep in thought for several minutes, then turned to Pat and
said,"Well, did you learn how enjoyable sex can be?"

   She leaned forward and placed a warm, lingering kiss on his mouth.

   "De-fin-ite-ly!"She said.

   Jim turned and pulled Chris to him.  He kissed her, her warm naked body
pushed hard against him, his hands starting to explore her body yet again.

   As he broke the kiss he heard Pat say,"Damn Chris, it's 8:30.  We've got
to go!"

   Both girls scrambled for their clothes.

   "What's up?" Jim asked.

   "We've got a family dinner in half an hour."Chris said, pulling on her
damp top."We've got to go."

   Jim jumped up, pulled on his clothes and helped get everything into the
car.  A few minutes later they were blasting down the rut filled dirt road.
It only took Chris 15 minutes to arrive at the carnival parking lot.  Pat
opened the door and jumped out.  Jim turned to Chris to say good bye and
found her mouth hard against his.  She kissed him hungrily, then pulled
away.

   She stuffed a piece of paper into his pocket and said,"Read it later."

   Jim stepped out pulled Pat to him and kissed her hard.

   "Thank you." He said.

   "God it was good!" She grinned "Later."

   She climbing into the car, which Chris already had moving.  Pat leaned
out the window and threw him a kiss as they accelerated out of the parking
lot.  Jim walked slowly down the midway.  When he got to his trailer, he
stripped off his clothes and stretched out on the bed.  He remembered the
paper Chris had stuffed into his pocket, reached over, retrieved it and
started to read.

   Jim, Thanks.  God was it good.  I hope you enjoyed this little outing
because I know Pat and I did.  Below is our phone number, and our address
at the university, where we will be starting this fall.  Call us the next
time you're in town, any time you're in town.  I hope next time will be as
good.  Love, Chris

   Jim placed the paper on his stand, chuckled and said,"I'll damn well try
and make it as good!"

   He showered and was toweling himself dry when a knock sounded on the
door.  He quickly pulled on a robe then peeked out the window.  Beth was
standing on the step her hand raised to knock again, when he opened the
door.

   She climbed into the trailer, looked him up and down, grinned and
said,"A nice afternoon?"

   "A very nice afternoon." Jim said,"I'll tell you all about it later.  I
want you to answer a question first though."

   Beth's smile faded as she looked into his face and noticed how serious
he was.

   "Sure," she said.

   "Why did you set me up with the girls?" He asked, then his face split in
a huge grin,"Not that I'm complaining!  But you could have kept me going
for several more nights.  I'd have been hard and horny for a long time."

   "You wanted, they wanted, I just gave each side the opportunity." Beth
shrugged.

   He nodded and without a word walked over to her, reached out and started
to unbutton her blouse.  Her smile faded, replaced by a look of shock, then
disbelief.

   "You can't be serious!" She said."You can't want to fuck now!"

   He said nothing, just unsnapped her jeans and pulled them down, then
calmly had her step out of them.

   "Ok, buster, I'm going to call your bluff!" She said, a combination of
doubt and resolve in her voice.

   Jim slowly pulled her blouse off her arms then reached behind her and
slowly unsnapped her bra.  He pulled it off took her hand, lead her to bed
and gently pushed onto it.

   "There's no way your going to be able to------ ,"Beth's comment tapered
to silence as he removed his robe exposing his semi-hard cock.

   He walked over to her, pulled her head towards him and placed his cock
against her lips.

   "I told you I'd save some for you.  Can't have you going without, now
can we?" He said.

   She grinned as she sucked the head of his fast hardening cock into her
mouth.