They have been told for generations. Now we have collected five of the hottest stories ever told and have written them in frank style for our mature readers.
This book contains five such stories:
Lass in Leather: A teenage girl learns how to abuse her friends and gain sexual pleasure.
Sunnie and her Maid: A wealthy, young widow turns to her black maid for her sexual satisfaction.
Dancing Girl: A sexy blonde puts on a show for all her paying customers that ends with hot sex under hot lights.
Campus Cutie: A strange, young girl seduces a young college student and makes him remember her with a haunting chill for the rest of his life.
Teenaged Sex Party: A group of young girls and older men get together for late night fun that includes some very bizarre acts.
These stories are not for the squeamish, but they tell something about life in America today.
These stories rip the thin veneer off small town life in these United States and expose people for what they are: Hot and brutal and sometimes very strange indeed! f
LASS IN LEATHER
Terri sat there on her couch and thought about both, pricks, both of them erect, both of them full with manly power. She thought about her friends, the Barlow brothers.
Steve and Tim, both with dark hair and both with huge pricks.
She smiled when she thought about them. She hoped that she would never be forced to choose between the brothers. She did not think that she would be able to make a decision like that. She liked them both, lusted after them both.
Steve was eighteen. Tim was sixteen. And Terri liked to think of herself as sandwiched in between the Barlow boys, because she was seventeen years old.
She just liked to think of herself as sandwiched in between the Barlow boys.
She had spent some very fun-filled, juicy moments that way over the past few months.
The teenager lay back on the couch and slipped her fingers through her dark hair. She looked out the window. It was the middle of the summer there in Victory, Missouri. It was very hot and very dry out there. In fact, there were drought conditions in that part of the state. The mayor had signed emergency orders to keep people from washing their cars or watering their lawns and he had named every kid and teenager in Victory deputy mayor in charge of water conservation. That was just a publicity gimmick, but Terri liked to think of herself a deputy mayor. She was still a kid at heart and she liked the idea of having some kind of power.
She had never had that much power before, except when she was with the Barlow boys.
She thought now of some of the strange things that she had done with those boys in recent weeks. She did not know if she really liked those things. They had all been Steve's idea, and she was beginning to think that that handsome, dark-haired guy was a little on the strange side, perhaps perverted.
Terri preferred to think of the fun times that she had had with the Barlow boys before Steve had come up with those ideas. She spread her legs and pressed her fingers over the crotch of her jeans and she closed her eyes. She let her mind ramble back to that first time that she ever shared with both of them. That had been an especially sweet time for her.
She had gone out with Steve that night. It was in the winter. She had been out with him before, had fucked him before. She had loved his fucking too. The young man seemed to be able to last forever when he stroked her hot, wet cunt. She would look up into his eyes and feel that heat down in her pussy and she would sigh with desire.
There was something about his face that had always intrigued her, and it seemed to intrigue her even more when they were fucking. He had a boyish face with white, even teeth. He had one of the most beautiful smiles that she had ever seen. And he had that curly, dark hair that he wore just a little long, down over his ears.
But he did not smile when he fucked her.
He growled a little and he showed her his teeth when he did that. When he fucked her, she noticed his eyes. They were dark too, and they always seemed to blaze with fire when they fucked. He would look down over her face and her naked tits as he slammed into her and she thought sometimes that he was looking right through her, that he was seeing her very soul.
And that thought unnerved Terri a little bit, but it made her feel even more excited too.
She could not really understand all of the thoughts that ran through her head then, and now, she thought, she could not understand even more things, things that she and Steve and Tim did together. At first, she thought that she did those things just to keep the brothers happy so that they would fuck her. But, lately, she had begun to believe that she really liked what she did with them.
And, if she liked them, she thought that that might make her strange and perverted too.
She preferred to think of that first time, that cold, winter night when she went out with Steve. He asked her that night if she would like to go back to his house. His parents were at a party, he said, and his little sister was out on a date or something. He said that Tim would be there, but he told Terri that his little brother was really very mature for his years and would leave them alone and not come snooping around.
Of course, Terri knew what Steve had in mind for that night. He just wanted to fuck her. And that was all right with the girl. For all of his fire in his eyes, she thought, Steve was the best fuck that she had ever had.
She smiled and nodded her head and Steve took her home.
Steve and Tim and the rest of the Barlow family lived in a big, white house in the best part of Victory, right next door to the infamous Peg Green, the young woman who owned the bank, now that her husband was dead. Terri had never been in any of those houses before, but, when she walked into that house with Steve, she felt right at home.
She had her little girlish fantasy that one day she might marry Steve and then she would be the mistress of a house like that.
But that fantasy was interrupted when Tim, the younger Barlow brother, came walking into the hallway and looked at her. "Hi," he said, grinning, "you must be Terri."
And Terri fell in love with him immediately. He was even more handsome than Steve.
She found it strange that she should stand there next to one brother and feel so attracted, so quickly to the younger brother. But that was just the way that it was.
Terri did not think that she could really help herself.
Tim looked a lot like Steve. They both had those boyish faces. Tim was a little shorter but he seemed just as strong in his wiry, muscled frame. And his dark hair was straight and not curly like Steve's. The girl stood there and tried to figure out what there was about this young man that turned her on so much.
And then she thought that Tim seemed somehow softer, less dangerous and wild than his older brother. There was something about his smile and his boyish look that made Terri, who was only a year older than he was, want to mother him, want to clasp him to her bosom and protect him from the world.
But Steve was right about his brother. Tim was mature for his years.
He looked at the two of them as they stood there in the hallway and he nodded his head.
"Well, I guess you two want to be alone. See you around, Terri. Talk to you tomorrow, Steve."
The young man turned to walk back down the hallway, and Terri found herself reaching out for him and calling to him.
"No, Tim," she said, "wait."
The young man turned and looked at her with a questioning glance.
And Steve was looking down on her too. Terri turned and smiled at him.
"I would like to talk to your brother for a little while," she explained lamely. "I would like to get to know him better. He seems very nice."
And then Steve came out with the question, with the idea. Later on, Terri would discover that Steve was the one who always got the ideas.
"Would you like to fuck him?" he asked calmly.
Terri was shocked by that question, too shocked to lie to Steve.
She nodded her head and said it softly. "Yes. Yes. I would."
Then she looked at Tim, wondering if she had embarrassed the younger brother.
But Tim did not seem to be embarrassed at all. He just stood there in the hallway and grinned at her.
"Would you like to fuck both of us at the same time?" Steve asked.
And Terri jerked her head around and looked a the older brother again.
She had never thought of that possibility, but, now that Steve had mentioned it, the scheme did seem to make sense to the girl. Terri thought that something sweet and nice in Tim might make up for that sexy wildness in Steve.
And she heard herself say it with teenaged confidence.
"Sure. Both of you. I want to fuck both of you."
And then the girl looked at Tim again. She wondered if he would go along with something like that. She did not know the younger brother very well. She had seen him around school, but she had never even spoken to him. She was surprised when Tim smiled and folded his arms over his chest. She was even more surprised when he nodded his head.
And then Steve spoke to Terri.
"Tim and I have shared a girl before. Her name was Patty. She was one hot number."
"I will be hotter," Terri said, with determination in her voice.
She did not even understand exactly why she was saying that. It just seemed that Steve Barlow was challenging her in a way with his talk of Patti, the hot number.
And the older brother still talked about that girl from the past.
"She said when she was finished that she was not certain which one of us she liked better. My little brother surprised me that night. He fucked like a demon. He has a cock like a stallion. And he can root around all night like a persistent, little puppy dog."
Terri listened to that and she wondered what Tim was really like.
A demon? A stallion? A puppy dog?
The younger brother was an enigma to her at that moment. Terri looked at Tim and wondered if she had made the right decision. Perhaps he was just as wild and crazy as his older brother.
But the girl felt her pussy pulse with desire as she looked first at Tim and then at Steve. She knew that she would have to go through with it. She wanted to go through with it. It would be a kinky thrill, she thought, having both brothers in bed with her at the same time.
Steve took Terri's hand and started to walk toward the stairway.
"Let's use my room," he said. "I think that that would be nicer. My room is very big and so is my bed."
Terri was willing to use his room if he wanted. As she walked up the stairs with Steve, she glanced behind her and smiled at Tim, the younger brother who followed them up the stairway. Tim smiled too.
When they got to that room, she looked at that bed. It was big, big enough for three-really big enough for four or five people. She looked at Steve and he seemed to see the question in her eyes.
"I like to toss around when I sleep," he said. "I am always like an animal in bed."
When his older brother said that, Tim chuckled. She heard that chuckle and turned and looked at the young man. He was pulling off his shirt. His chest was hairless, muscled, tanned even in the winter. She glanced back at Steve and saw him take off his shirt too. His chest was also hairless and muscled and tanned.
And Terri felt a little silly as she started to take off her clothes because her body was so white. She wondered how those young men stayed tanned, even in the wintertime.
And she wondered if they would really like her body-especially Tim. She kept glancing at the younger brother, the one that she felt the great attraction too, as she stripped.
When Tim pulled off his pants and stood naked in front of her, she gasped.
Steve was right about one thing. His little brother was hung like a stallion.
That cock seemed heavy and huge, and it was not even hard yet.
Tim was rather short and thin, with wiry muscles that throbbed under his dark flesh.
And, because he was rather short, his cock seemed even larger.
Terri stood there in her panties and looked at him. Then she glanced at Steve, the older brother. That brother was naked too. She thought that she would use Steve for some sort of comparison of cocks.
Steve's cock was meaty too. She had enjoyed having that prick in her pussy.
But it was nothing in comparison with his little brother's organ.
She took her eyes away from the pricks. She did not want Steve to think that she was comparing them, that she found him wanting in some way. She stood there in her panties and moved her fingers over the front of her white, soft things. She felt the juices that were making the front of the panties a sopping mess.
And then she pushed them down her legs and stepped out of them.
When she was naked, both of the brothers started to move around her. Even Steve, who had seen her naked before, who had fucked her, seemed interested in her body. She was a little surprised by that, until she remembered that they were standing there now in a well-lit room. When he had fucked her before, it had been in the back seat of his car, at night. He had probably never had the chance to view her like this.
Now he and his little brother moved around her and gazed at her. She felt as if she were on some kind of display, and that feeling sent a charge of sexual electricity through her young body.
She liked being on display in front of these boys. She knew that she had very big tits, and she threw her shoulders back so that those tits would seem even bigger. And she stood there and wondered about her whiteness again.
Would they care that she was so white? She wondered. They were both very tanned.
When she saw them smiling and licking their lips, she knew that she had passed the test. She knew then that the whiteness did not mean anything at all to them.
She kept glancing at their bodies too, especially their cocks. Her pussy quaked with sexual desire and flooded with juices. She knew that she would have both of those pricks in her before too long, before the night was over.
And she knew that both of those cocks, together, would please her as nothing had ever pleased her teenaged, sexual soul before.
Finally, the two young men stopped moving and both of them stood in front of Terri and looked at her. They both smiled and Tim reached out with one hand. Steve reached out to her with another hand. She took both hands and she moved between the brothers as they turned. They walked like that to that big, big bed.
And they moved onto that bed as a trio.
They crawled onto the bed and Terri lay down between the brothers. She looked up at them as Tim moved in on one side and Steve moved in on the other. First, they touched her. They moved their hands onto her body at the same time. They felt her big tits. They moved their hands down her stomach. They caressed her thighs with their fingers.
And Terri lay there and thought that, somehow, they had already divided her.
Both brothers were thrilling her by then, making her toss with desire. But, no matter how much she moved in her girlish squirming, Tim always seemed to stay on one side of her and Steve always seemed to stay on the other side.
That line of demarcation that seemed to run right down the middle of her body fascinated her.
She wondered how long that line would last, would control the boys.
She figured that that line would not be able to last when one of them fucked her. After all, that line of demarcation would run right through her girlish cunt.
Steve massaged one tit and Tim massaged the other. She closed her eyes and twisted there as the two young men handled her. Both of the hands were forceful and lusting. Both of them made her hot, so hot that she thought that she was going to die.
"Both brothers," she muttered. "This is great. Both Barlow brothers."
And then she felt a young man's breath against her flesh. She opened her eyes and saw Tim looking down at her. Yes, she thought, that was the brother that she really wanted.
She reached up and put her hand behind Tim's neck. She pulled him down to her and she kissed him. As they kissed, the young man moved closer to her and she could feel his prick, his growing, hardy prick against her thigh.
She opened her mouth and let Tim run his tongue into her.
Then she chased his tongue back into his mouth with her own tongue.
Finally, Tim pulled away from her. He moved his face away from hers and continued to rub her tit, to slip his finger around her girlish nipple.
As the pussy cream sloshed around in her, she seemed to know just what she was supposed to do next. She had to keep in mind that she was with both of the Barlow brothers, she thought. She turned her head and smiled at Steve and he moved his mouth to hers and kissed her.
His kiss was hot and his hands traveled up and down her sexy body like wildfire through dry grass. She opened her mouth to his tongue too and that tongue seemed to barge back into her throat. She thought that he would gag her with that tongue, but he seemed to know just how far he was supposed to go. And he went no further.
As she kissed the elder Barlow boy, she felt the other one moving his hand up the inside of her thigh. And she knew what he was going to do. She wanted him to do it too.
She spread her legs wide for him. When she felt the fingers move around her cunt-lips, she knew that those fingers belonged to Tim, the stallion Barlow boy.
She continued to kiss Steve so that he would not interrupt her brother. Then, when she felt Tim's finger go into her, she gasped. Steve looked down and saw what his brother was doing.
She thought for a minute that he would be angry, but he was not angry at all.
He just moved his hand down the inside of her other thigh. She felt Tim's finger pulling to one side in her cunt and she knew before it, happened that he was making room for his brother's finger in there too.
Both of those fingers went into her then. They crowded into her and they moved with different speeds in and out of her pussy. She twisted and moaned. The fingers hurt her a little, but they gave her a imagine, sexual hurt. She seemed to be stuffed with Barlow fingers. She reached down on either side of her body and grabbed a Barlow cock in each hand. She groaned and stroked on those two pieces of meat and wondered if they would try to stuff both Barlow cocks in her at the same time. As she felt Tim's huge organ grow, she knew that she would probably not be able to take that, that that big Barlow meat would be more than enough for her when it was deep in her young and wet pussy.
She twisted as the Barlow brothers gave her both of those Barlow fingers and she moaned to them and to herself too. She was still not able to quite believe what was happening to her. It was so delicious and she had not even fantasized about something like this before.
She moaned, "Both Barlow brothers. I am in bed with both Barlow brothers."
When Steve heard that, he whispered to her in a hoarse and sexy male voice.
"And we are going to serve you. Both of us, Terri," he said. "We are going to be your sexual slaves."
That idea burned into her head and made her want them even more. She jerked with the passion that flooded her. She tossed with the fingering that they were sticking her with.
Yes, she thought, she wanted both of them.
She wanted the Barlow brothers to be her sexual slaves, and, again, she moaned out the words before she really even thought about them.
When they came from her red, young lips, they were a surprise to her. "Yes. Serve me. Poke me in every hole that I have. Give me both of those cocks."
The pricks were growing there in her moving hands, but she knew that they were not ready to fuck yet. When both of the brothers pulled their fingers out of her cunt, she suddenly knew that she would have to do it. She felt the unspoken challenge from her sex slaves. She felt the need to let them know that she was worthy of their servitude.
She opened her mouth wide and then she closed it. She spoke to them in a soft rush of words.
"Put both of your cocks in my mouth at the same time. I want to suck them both."
And the two brothers looked at each other and grinned.
"Even hotter than Patti, right, Tim?" Steve asked.
"Yeah," the young brother said. "Even hotter than Patti."
Terri felt proud of herself when she heard that. Yes, she thought, she wanted to be hot, to be the hottest girl in Victory. She wanted to burn up the winter sky with her teenaged heat, and she thought that these two Barlow brothers could certainly help her to do that.
The two brothers moved up over her body. They aimed their cocks at her face as she raised up slightly. The brothers stuffed pillows under her head so that she would be more comfortable that way. Then, when she opened her bright, red lips again, the two Barlow brothers slammed their cocks into her mouth from different angles.
They did fill her up!
And they started to move back and forth in her mouth until she thought that her cheeks were about to burst with the tension that they gave her.
She lay there and sucked on both of those pricks, those cocks that battered the inside of her mouth. She thought that she could feel Tim's prick battering even more sweetly than Steve's, because it was bigger. Her mouth ached, but she did not mind that.
And then, suddenly, her brain rebelled at what she was doing.
She remembered that they were supposed to be her sex slaves.
And yet she was servicing them both with her mouth. She opened her lips wide and almost spat those cocks out of her. Then she snarled at them.
"Work yourselves up, Barlow boys. Work on your fucking cocks yourselves."
When she spoke to them that roughly, again, she was not sure why she had done it.
And she did not know how they would take that from her.
She raised up slightly and looked at them. She was a little surprised when both Steve and Tim wrapped their hands around their cocks. The two young men knelt there and worked on their pricks. They did what they were told, like good sex slaves should.
And Terri felt very comfortable in that situation. She felt as if she were some kind of queen. She lay back and she watched those two young men massage their organs until both cocks were standing out straight from their bodies. Then she noticed another difference in the Barlow cocks. Steve's prick was slightly turned up at the end, while Tim's prick was straight, long and heavy and sticking straight out front his body.
Terri reached out and touched both of those rods with her hands. She smiled.
The hardness that she felt in her hands, the double hardness of the Barlow brothers, seemed to rush right through her like a flame. She turned to Tim and said it softly, as that flame slipped through her blood.
"You in my cunt. I want you to fuck my hot, young cunt."
And the young man with the huge, straight cock grinned at his brother. Then he moved out of Terri's grasp and slipped down on the bed until he lay there next to her.
She thought that he was going to mount her, to move over her like the other boys had.
But Tim did not do that at all. Instead of mounting her, he reached out and turned her on her side too. He moved his hand down the back of her thigh and pulled that thigh over his leg. When she was lying like that, her pussy was open to him. She could feel the end of his straight meat touching her wet and pink pussy lips.
And then Tim reached under her thigh and lifted his straight cock up so that the angle would be right. And he moved the fat head of his big prick into her pussy.
That prick seemed to stretch her cunt to new dimensions. Terri shivered and pulled Tim close and kissed his tanned shoulder and wondered if her pussy would ever be the same again.
She remembered that fantasy that she had had, about marrying Steve and moving into a house like that. She knew now that that fantasy was wrong. She did not want to marry Steve at all. She wanted to marry Tim and move into his mansion one of these days. It did not matter that he was younger than she was. With a cock like that, she thought, one year's difference in age made no difference at all.
"Slam it to me," she murmured to Tim, feeling a tightness in her throat. "I want all of your prick in my sweet, hot pussy."
And the young man chortled and pressed his body close to hers. She felt his muscled, young chest against her big tits, and she slipped her leg around his body and she moved and he moved and that cock slipped up into her body.
She whimpered when that happened. She moaned beause that prick seemed to fill her up and move her insides around to accommodate for its size. She started to move with Tim, to rock with him and she felt that cock going in and out of her tight, wet pussy.
She was so enthralled by that movement in and out of her cunt that she did not even feel the other brother moving against her until she felt the finger go up her ass.
She yelped then and she turned and she was about ready to order him to pull his finger out, of her bung-hole when she saw that it was not his finger at all.
Steve was putting his cock into her there. He was fucking her ass-hole!
Terri felt that she would have been angry about that except that that cock slipping into her ass-hole made her even hotter. It seemed to her that her buns were burning.
She had a cock in her cunt and a cock in her ass.
And she remembered what she had heard Steve call him and his brother.
She felt her body tighten as she rocked there between the Barlow brothers, and she whimpered to them with all of the girlish lust that she felt in her body.
"Fuck me, sex slaves. Fuck your hot, hot queen."
And both of the brothers seemed to move together. They seemed to be filled with lust for her. They worked in and out of her with the same regular, plunging passion, and she felt tight and trapped and sexy and hot between them.
That had been the best time, she thought now. That had been the best time with the Barlow boys. But there had been other good times with them, in bed with both of those studs, until a few weeks before when Steve had shown her the stuff that he had brought for her to wear, the stuff that he had gotten on a trip to St. Louis.
And then things had turned very strange. Then the Barlow boys had really turned into her slaves.
And Terri did not really understand why two tanned studs like that would enjoy being a girl's slaves. She also did not understand why she would enjoy having them as slaves.
She just knew that she did enjoy it, and she thought that "H should trouble her a great deal.
She thought that the idea of treating young men like that was at least slightly sick.
Gary Yaerger sat in his car and thought about his niece, Terri.
She was still a teenager. He knew that. But he was only thirty. That did not make him too old, did it? He ran his fingers over the steering wheel of his car and he wondered how his niece's flesh would feel under his fingertips, how those nipples would feel, how that cunt would feel too.
And then Gary felt the tightness in his pants and groaned with a mixture of pain and passion.
Was this right? Should he be feeling this way about his sister's daughter?
He did not know if it was right, but he seemed to have no control over the way that he felt at all.
He had come to Victory, Missouri, from Arkansas just two weeks before. He had shown up there because he thought that his sister and his brother-in-law might be able to help him find a job. He had not held down a job for longer than six months since he had gotten out of the army years before.
His brother-in-law was the editor of the Victory newspaper, the Victory Banner, and Gary had thought that he would get a job on that newspaper as a photographer. He was a trained photographer with a degree from Memphis State University. But his brother-in-law did not really like Gary and seemed to take great pleasure in telling the young man that there were no positions available in his photography department. He added with a smile that he did not anticipate any openings either.
So Gary had stayed in his little room in the YMCA and had tried to figure out what to do with his life. But he had spent most of his time thinking about his sexy niece, Terri.
He had not seen her since she was a child, but, when he looked at her now, he knew that she was not a child any longer. She was a full-grown woman. Her tits were huge and she had those bright, red lips and those flashing, dark eyes. She seemed to Gary to be a completely sexual machine. The young uncle wondered if his dark-haired niece fucked those two brothers that she ran around with. Probably, he thought. She probably fucked both of them at the same time.
When he thought about that, he always gasped. He wished that she would make room for him in her cunt, just for a little while.
As he sat there in his car, he reached out and touched one of his cameras. He would give anything, he thought, to take pictures of that girl naked. He would save those pictures for the rest of his life and he would beat off to them every night. He would worship those pictures of his niece.
And, in those photographs, she would always be young and sexual.
When Gary thought about that, he also thought about how old he felt, and he figured that he would be doing his niece a favor by keeping a bit of her young and naked with his camera.
But he had never brought the subject up with Terri. He had hardly even spoken to her at all. There was something about her that was so fiery that it made him shy and tongue-tied. And that surprised Gary. He was soft-spoken but he had never been really tongue-tied by the sight of a girl before.
And Gary wondered what his sister would have thought if she had known about his fantasies.
He wondered what his mongrel brother-in-law would have thought if he had known.. .
And then he wondered if his brother-in-law, Terri's father, had some of those fantasies himself.
It would not have surprised the young man to find out that the father had had those fantasies about Terri. It seemed that that girl was just made to come flying into a man's wet dreams.
Gary was parked in his car in the city park, looking at all the teenagers who were strolling around that afternoon. He knew a few of them. Gary always made it a habit to introduce himself to the teenagers in town when he got to a new place. He had even fucked a couple of the hot, young teenaged girls here in Victory.
He thought about Linda Moore, the girl who danced down at that private club. She was twenty, and that was hardly more than a teenager. He had fucked her and he had made her whimper for more.
But he suspected that Linda Moore was the kind of girl who would whimper for more, no matter who fucked her. She was in love with cocks, it seemed, and one of those cocks just happened to belong to Gary. He wondered if she would ever even notice who was fucking her when she was tossing with desire under some man.
Gary knew that his niece would not be like that dancing girl.
Terri would always know just what man she was fucking. She would call him by name as she moaned to him. She would say, "Uncle Gary, I love your prick. Uncle Gary, I love the way you batter my young pussy. Uncle Gary, I have had many boys, but you are not a boy. You are a real man. Oh, Uncle Gary, Uncle Gary, fuck me harder. I love it so much."
The girl moaned in his mind and his prick got harder and longer in his trousers.
Then Gary groaned again and put his head on the steering wheel and pressed his forehead against the cold thing with a passionate movement, a painful movement. He knew that he would probably never get the chance to hear his little niece moan his name like that.
And he wondered if he was perverted, sick, too strange to be allowed out.
Terri opened the door and smiled at Tim and Steve. She had been expecting them this afternoon. When she saw the box under Steve's arm, she knew what was in that box.
The leather outfit. The one that he had bought for her in St. Louis.
He had brought it with her so that she could wear it when she worked with her sex slaves.
"Hi, Terri," Steve said. "Are you alone here?"
"Yeah," she said, moving back and making a space for the two stud slaves.
But then she saw the girl. She was standing behind the two young men.
And Terri recognized the girl. It was Valerie, the sister of the Barlow boys. She was seventeen, like Terri. And she had a sweet, oval face and long, dark hair.
"What the fuck is she doing here?" Terri asked.
Steve and Tim just grinned and walked into the little house where Terri lived.
"We thought that it would add something to the afternoon if she came along," Steve said.
"What?"
Valerie moved through the open door too. She stood there and looked at Terri.
"We thought that Valerie could be your slave too. We thought that we could share that experience with our sister," Steve said.
Terri closed the door and looked at Steve. She knew that Steve had done all the thinking for his sister and his brother. She knew that he controlled them, that he was the lead slave.
He was the one who always came up with the ideas that Tim and now Valerie just went along with.
Steve was the one who stretched out his arms to Terri now, handing her the box.
"Here it is, Mistress," he said. "Your leather.
You look so sexy in leather."
Terri was used to the leather outfit by now, and she remembered how much she did enjoy wearing it. She reached out and took that box from Steve, but she kept staring at Valerie.
She thought that having this Barlow sister here made things different.
And then she wondered: Did Valerie really make things different at all?
Terri suspected that she would enjoy being the mistress of this female slave too.
She trembled when she thought that, and she knew that that was another sign that she was sick, perverted, too strange for words. But she kept looking at that sweet-faced girl and she heard Steve speak to her in a fog that filled her brain.
"Mistress," he said, "if you will go and change into your leather, your slaves will prepare for you here. Are you sure that we will have enough time here?"
"My parents will be gone all afternoon," the girl said. "The only person who might show up is my crazy uncle. When he finds the door locked, he will leave."
And then Tim went to that door and locked it. He smiled at his mistress and started to button his shirt. She caught the first glimpse of that tanned skin and she started to get confused again. She was the mistress, or was she? It seemed to Terri that she did not really control these three. Perhaps Steve controlled even her.
No, that was not right. She knew that something else controlled her, and she thought that something else was in her pussy.
She just knew that she would have to go through with this.
She pressed the big box against her tits and then she turned and ran for the bedroom.
She knew that her slaves would be there when she returned to them.
And she knew that she would be excited when she started to work with them. There was nothing that she could do to stop that excitement, nothing at all.
In her bedroom, she dropped the box on the bed and opened it. She looked down and saw that leather outfit, the bodice and the panties. She saw the high, spiked-heel, leather boots too. And she saw the whip. Steve had gotten all of this for her, had presented this stuff to her just a few weeks before as if it was a present.
He kept the leather outfit in his room because Terri was afraid that her mother would find it if she kept it around the house. But he brought it with him every time that he and his brother came to see her. Now, as Terri took off her regular clothes and looked down at that black leather, she thought that she would have the sister too. She wondered if Valerie was frightened now.
Terri knew that she felt a little uneasy, because she had never even considered turning another girl into a sex slave before. Still, she thought, she had never considered a lot of things until she had met up with the Barlow boys.
She stood naked in her bedroom and picked up the leather panties. She pressed them to her nose. They smelled like a wild flower of some kind. That aroma always started her pussy quivering. She often thought of taking the handle of that leather whip and lying down on the bed and sliding that aromatic whip handle in and out of her cunt as if it were a cock.
But she had not done that yet. She thought that she might do that this time.
She could never tell what she would do when the desire, the excitement that came with the leather, took over and drove her crazy with lust.
Anything could happen. A lot of strange things had.
She took the leather away from her face and she sighed as she moved her hands down between her legs. She felt her wetness down there, let that wetness soak into the leather panties. She moaned and felt suddenly feverish.
It happened to Terri every time. Every time, she fell in love with the leather all over again.
And she wondered if Steve had always known that she was a leather type of girl, if he had seen something in her eyes that she did not even know was there. She wondered if other men could look at her and see her leather-love, even when she walked down the street by herself, wearing jeans and a T-shirt. She knew that other men looked at her. But could they see her wicked yearnings?
That reminded her of her Uncle Gary. That young man with the blond beard had been around.
Her father called Uncle Gary a loser and growled that he would end up dead in a ditch.
But Terri thought that Uncle Gary was not a loser at all. He seemed to be very experienced in the ways of the world. When he looked at her in his shy way, he seemed to peer right through her. His eyes were bright and blue. But he always looked away when Terri glanced at him. Perhaps, the girl thought, he saw the leather-love in her. Perhaps he used all of his experience to see that love and hated that wickedness in his niece.
She hoped that her young uncle would not hate her. She wanted her uncle to think that she was sexy and special. She wanted to fuck her uncle.
When she thought that, she gasped. She had never allowed herself to think such a thing before.
But now she knew that it was true. She wanted more than just a nice uncle. She thought that her Uncle Gary was sexy, that he looked mature but youthful too. And he looked a little spiritual. He had blond hair and that blond beard. He was thin, and she thought that, really, her uncle looked a little bit like Jesus.
As the girl thought about her uncle, she rubbed the leather against her pussy.
And then she took the leather away from her wetness and remembered that she had slaves waiting for her. She had to go out there and make those people pay for their crimes.
She would be the cruel whip mistress, the teenager thought. She would do it and she would enjoy it.
That need to inflict pain was deep inside her and there was nothing that the teenager could do about that.
She pulled the leather shorts up her legs and fastened them tightly around her waist. Then she sat down on the bed and started to pull on the boots too.
The young man drove through Victory, Missouri. He wondered if he should stop and have a drink. He thought that it might ease some of his pain.
And, before he even realized what he was doing, he was pulling in the parking lot of the little bar. He had been there many times in the last few weeks, spending money that his sister had given him to live on. He felt the money in his pocket now and he remembered that he had twelve dollars.
Only one drink, he thought. Then he would go to his sister's house and talk to her about his plans for his future. But, first, he had to get some plans for his future. Maybe the drink would help him there, help him to decide what he was going to do with his life.
As he walked into the bar, he saw a man that he knew, a big man with a bushy beard.
Roy was standing there, screaming at another patron of the bar.
"Listen!" he yelled. "If you don't stop talking like that, I am going to stretch your asshole over a doorknob and leave you there!"
And then Roy turned and saw Gary. He turned his back on the man he had been arguing with and he lurched toward his pale, thin friend.
"How you doing, Gary?" he bellowed. "How are things in your part of the world?"
"Just fine, Roy," the young man muttered, sitting down on a stool at the bar.
Gary ordered a beer and Roy sat down next to him. He clapped his hand on Gary's shoulder.
Roy was always very friendly, Gary thought, because he usually wanted something from everyone.
"Can you buy me a beer?" the big man asked. "I am a bit short until tonight."
"Sure," Gary said, figuring that he could use the company this afternoon. "Bartender, get my friend here a beer too. I will pay for it."
Then Gary turned around and looked at the man. He grinned. Roy was a moucher and was pretty worthless in general, but he had a certain bearish charm. He was fun to have around. He made Gary forget about his troubles, because Roy never seemed to have any troubles of his own.
"What are you doing tonight?" Gary asked. "That you won't be short then, I mean."
"Oh, I got me some converts coming out for a little party by the lake tonight," Roy said. "You are welcome to join them if you wish, my friend. We will be out in Garner's Cove. You know where that is?"
"Yeah," Gary said, "but what is this stuff about converts."
When Roy lowered his voice, Gary knew that he was in for a good story.
Roy rarely lowered his voice at all. He seemed to go through life as if it were a hog-calling contest.
"My converts are young girls from the Baptist Church," Roy said. "They come around to me and they feel real guilty. They think that I am some kind of preacher, though they never ask what faith or anything like that. Once in a while, they pay me some money to set up a night-long retreat for them. They are supposed to come out with me and spend the night praying and singing hymns and getting right with the Lord. They are all a little nuts. Most religious girls are."
"Oh," the young man said. But he still did not understand why Roy wanted to hang around with a bunch of pent-up, teenaged girls.
Then Roy continued his explanation and told Gary his reason in one short sentence.
"When they get away from home, they fuck like snakes."
Gary chuckled when he heard that. He sipped on his beer as Roy continued.
"And I got a few male friends around here who pay me even more money for a chance at young pussy. Course, you are my friend, Gary. I will let you in for free. You come on out to Garner's Cove and you fuck yourself some girls tonight. They will be all worked up by midnight. I am going to preach to them for a little while. That always get them all juicy in their panties."
"And their parents let you do this?"
"Parents don't know, I suppose. The word just goes around among the girls and they all lie and say that they are spending the night at some friend's house or something like that. Nothing spoils a good spiritual retreat worse than parents, you know."
"Yeah," Gary said, chuckling. "I can imagine."
Then Gary started to think about his niece again. He wondered if she would be out there at that retreat. Then the young man figured that Terri would not be there. She was not Baptist, not much of anything except a hot, teenaged number.
But he thought that Roy might be able to give him some advice. The man had mentioned that other men paid money to fuck young girls. Perhaps that meant-
It came to Gary like a flash: If other men paid money for young, Baptist girls, then perhaps he was not abnormal in his lusts for his own, non-Baptist, teenaged niece!
"Roy," he said softly, "are these girls teenagers?"
"Yeah," the man said, sipping on his beer. "Sixteen. Seventeen. Stuff like that."
"And you like teenaged girls, Roy."
"Sure. Hot, young pussy. Nothing like that. cunts get sloppy when girls get much older than eighteen, you know."
"Yeah, I know," the young man said with a trace of bitterness in his voice.
"Hot, young pussy. Nothing like it to make a man feel like a man."
"Yeah," Gary said softly, smiling.
Then the young man decided what he would do-perhaps not with his life but at least for the next couple of days. He finished his beer and jumped off the stool.
"See you tonight, Roy," he said. "I will take up you on that little offer of yours."
"Sure. Anything after midnight," the bearish man said with a smile.
And Gary walked out the door, feeling a little bit like a king. He had some things figured out now. He had some things in mind for the afternoon. As he left the bar, he noticed that the air was hot and dry. It almost made me want to go back in and have another drink. He looked up into that burning sky and smiled. He would not let the hot, dry air subdue him, he thought. He knew of something that was hot and wet.
Terri's pussy. Her sweet, sweet cunt.
The young man smiled and walked to his car.
When Terri came out of the bedroom, she was wearing her leather, feeling high and mighty in it.
And the teenager was carrying her whip. She cracked it and the three people in the living room turned and looked at her.
They were all naked, all of the Barlow teenagers. Steve and Tim immediately moved off the couch and knelt down on the floor. Valerie, the sister, saw her brothers do that and moved to kneel between them just a second later.
Terri smiled and thought about how the mayor had named all of the kids in town deputy mayors to conserve water. She thought that that would work into her leather life this afternoon very well.
She walked around the room and stood in front of the three naked teenagers.
She glanced at the cocks. Tim's prick was still bigger and fatter than his brother's.
But she had seen the cocks so many times that she did not pay that much attention to them at the moment. Instead, she looked at that naked, slave-like, sweet-faced girl.
The girl had nice, oval tits. They stood out from her body, even when she was kneeling like that. The brothers had their eyes down to the floor, afraid to look at that young mistress in leather, but the girl was looking up. Terri saw the dampness in her eyes.
She knew that Valerie was a little frightened. Terri smiled down at her with a sinister look.
She would work on that fright, she thought, work on that feeling that was probably charging through the girl's body at that moment. And she would turn that feeling into a sexual one.
Terri really did not understand what was happening to her. As she looked at that girl, kneeling there between her two brothers, she felt a combination of passions. For one thing, she was jealous. All the time that she had been playing around with Steve and Tim, she had imagined that she came right between them, but now she knew that Valerie was the one who really came between them, in more ways than one. She was seventeen, the same age as Terri. She came between those boys, her brother, and she would always be between them. Other girls, like Terri, would only be intruders into that handsome, dark-haired family. But the girl in leather also felt turned-on as she looked down on that naked girl. There was something about Valerie's sweet softness that appealed to her, something about that dampness in the girl's eyes and the curve of that oval face. Valerie was pretty and sexy. There was no doubt about that. And Terri did not understand if she wanted to hit her with anger or make love to her.
She raised her whip high and she remembered that she was a deputy mayor in charge of water conservation. She snarled down at the girl.
"How long were you in the shower this morning?" she asked.
"About five minutes," the girl said. "That is all."
"Too long. You were wasting water."
Terri's voice was hard and cold and cruel. She brought the whip down on the girl with a crack and the girl tensed her body and twisted there under that crack.
"Did you keep the water running while you brushed your teeth this morning?" Terri asked the girl.
"Yes," the girl murmured.
"Bad. You were wasting water."
And the whip came down on the girl's other shoulder with another crack.
The girl sighed there as the pain rushed through her. Steve looked up at Terri and asked the question.
"Mistress, why are you asking these things about water?"
"We are in a drought and the mayor has named all of us deputy mayors," the girl in leather explained. "The mayor says that I can do this if you waste water."
And then Tim, the other brother, the one with the huge cock, fell back on the floor.
He moaned to the girl in leather as he shook with desire.
"Oh, Mistress, I waste water," she said. "Mistress, I take long showers. Mistress, I keep the water running all the time. Mistress, I waste water. Oh, beat me, Mistress. I waste water. I am drying up all of Victory."
And the girl raised her whip. When she looked at that huge cock on that handsome, small and dark man, she could not refuse him his whipping. She knew that Tim was the one who really desired this kind of treatment, he really got off on being slammed with that whip.
"Bad! Bad!" she screamed. "Wasting water! Bad! You are turning all of this town to dust!"
And he brought the whip down on Tim's body as he lay there on the floor. The brother and the sister looked at that action with fiery eyes.
The whip was a special one, one that would sting but would not cut. She cracked that whip on Tim's body again and again and he moaned and thrashed about there on the floor. His cock started to get bigger and bigger. It grew as the pain worked its way through him.
And the girl continued to explain herself as she whipped the young man, as she strained and sweated like a bitch in heat in that black leather outfit.
"I am a deputy mayor. The mayor told me that I could do this. You waste water, you piece of dry shit."
"Yes, mistress. Yes," Tim murmured.
And, as they watched the girl in leather beating their younger brother, as they saw his cock grow with desire, Valerie reached out and wrapped her fingers around her older brother's cock. She started to stroke on it, but neither Steve nor Valerie took their eyes off the sexy action that was taking place there in the room.
And someone else was watching it too. Gary was outside, looking in the window. He could hardly believe his eyes. Terri was whipping that naked boy with a fury.
Gary could not understand what the girl was saying through the closed window, could not really hear her explanation that the mayor had given her the right to do this.
All she could see was the heated sexuality of what was happening there.
The girl's eyes were wide and furious as they beat the boy, and Gary could tell that the boy enjoyed this kind of treatment.
The young uncle pressed his face closer to the pane in the window.
He had' heard about sexual relationships like his, about S and M and whips and leather.
But he had never seen anything like this before, and he had never suspected that his sweet, young niece would take part in something like that. He thought that she looked good in that tight, black leather outfit though. She looked good in her high, leather heels.
And Gary liked the way that her body moved when she raised that whip and brought it down on that naked boy. The young uncle watched the action in the room for as long as he could stand it. Then he stumbled back and dashed to his car. He almost tripped as he opened the car door, but he made it inside.
He wanted his niece even more after that, wanted to have that young body close to his.
But Gary knew that he could not take her while those other teenagers were there. It seemed to Gary that he could not stand being confronted with so much youth.
So the young uncle drove down the street and turned the car around. He noticed the other car in front of his sister's house and he knew that that was the car that those other teenagers had come in. He would wait until that car was gone, until Terri was alone.
Then he would go back to that house and take her-perhaps while she was still in her leather.
She looked so sexy in that black, tight, shining leather. She looked so sexy with that whip in her hand.
Gary sat there in the car and unzipped his pants. He pulled his cock out and started to stroke on his own meat. He closed his eyes and moaned as he thought about his niece.
And he knew that he was not sick. Roy had told him that a lot of older men liked young girl flesh.
Gary thought that he was surely normal, as normal as could be. He grasped his pole and felt it and worked with it, feeling the heat in his own male body, the heat that his niece had put there with her sexy show.
Back in the house, Terri dropped the whip. She was exhausted.
Then she thought that she had not even stroked Steve once with that whip. She wondered if the older brother would be angry with her for leaving out like that.
But then she glanced at Steve and she saw the way that his own sister was holding his cock.
And she knew that Steve was not missing out on anything at all.
In fact, the man sighed to her in a hoarse voice as he toppled back onto the carpeted floor.
"Give her an order, Mistress," he said.
"Please tell her to do it. She will do it if you tell her to."
And the teenaged girl in leather knew just what kind of order he was talking about.
She snarled at the girl who still held her brother's growing prick in her hand.
"Valerie, you sex slave, suck his cock and get it hard. Then fuck him. Suck and fuck your brother."
And Steve had been right. Once she received an order like that, Valerie did not even pause to think, pause to consider that this was her own, older brother. She just looked down at that young man and saw a sexy male form and a heaving cock in her hand. That cock looked inviting. She thought that it was the most inviting cock in the world.
And the little sister moved down on the floor. Her shoulders were still stinging from the blows that Terri had given her with that whip. She opened her sweet lips and took her brother's cock into her. She started to suck on it. She tightened her lips around the meat and then started to work up and down on that prick.
Steve moaned with manly desire when she did that.
"Oh, Val, your mouth is so, so sweet. Suck it, you little whore. Suck it, you slave. Suck it, my sister. I like that. Suck it. Suck it."
And Terri watched that action and felt the pulsing heat and wetness in her leather panties. She pushed those panties down her legs, exposing her pussy.
She gingerly stepped out of them, pushing them over her boots. When she was out of those leather panties, she rubbed her fingers over her pussy, and she felt free.
She looked at that naked sister sucking on her brother's cock. The prick was getting bigger and bigger in the girl's mouth. She listened to the slight slurping sound that the girl was making as she sucked and she smiled.
Then she looked at that other brother, the younger brother. He was lying there with the pain still moving through his body. He was feeling his own prick, that huge organ.
And the girl in leather knew that that prick would be ready very soon.
But, for some reason that she could not understand, she did not want the prick at that moment.
She looked down at that whip and the black handle of that thing seemed to glow in her eyes.
She went down on her knees and she reached out and picked up that whip.
Then she spoke to the brother that she had wounded with that whip.
"Watch me, Tim. It will be better for me if you watch this."
The young man sat up. He did not really understand at first. The pain had sent too much fury through his brain.
He reached out for the girl, but she shook her head and spoke firmly to him.
"No. No. Just watch. Don't touch me. Not yet. Just watch."
Then he understood. He took his hand down and sat there and watched her. His eyes seemed kind, loving.
The girl in leather went back on the floor. She lay there and she ran her fingers up and down the whip handle. It was hot in her hand, and she knew that the heat of that leather had come from her own heated hand when she had whipped Valerie and Tim with such desire.
She spread her legs wide and she moved that whip handle against her cunt lips.
She shivered and squirmed a little as she felt that leather tracing her folds there.
Then she slowly slipped the whip handle into her pussy, opening those lips for that sexy invasion.
And then she stopped, with a bit of the handle in her, and she thought that that handle was very sexy there. She felt her pussy quaking around that leather and she knew that that whip handle would be an excellent fuck-tool. It would never get soft and useless like a boy's prick would. It would never shoot those bugs into her that might make her pregnant. She lay there with a bit of that leather in her and she thought that she had found something perfect then. She had been thinking at it for the longest time, but she had never dreamed that it would feel this way, hard and hot in her, making her long for all of it. She sighed and knew that, when the Barlow teenagers left this afternoon, she would keep the whip with her. She could take the other leather things with him to his home, but she would need this whip in her bedroom, to please her when she was alone at night.
"Oh," she moaned, "the perfect fucking thing."
And then she slipped more of that whip handle into her and shivered with more delight.
She worked that thing back and forth in her, sighing and moaning, and she raised her hips up and fucked that whip handle, moved against it as if a young man was entering her.
And she closed her eyes and surprised herself with the vision that came to her.
Her fantasy seemed to come out of the mists of her brain, out of nowhere. In her fantasy, she was fucking, not a Barlow boy and not a whip handle, but her uncle. Uncle Gary with his piercing blue eyes. The silent and shy and penetrating Uncle Gary was penetrating her now with more than just his blue-eyed stare. She whimpered softly to herself as she felt that hardness go in and out of her.
"Oh, Uncle Gary. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck my hot, young pussy. You know it all, Uncle Gary."
And then she screeched it out. "Fuck me!"
When she yelled like that, Tim, who was sitting there naked stroking his own big meat with his two hands, jerked a little in shock. And Valerie took her mouth off Steve's nice, sexy organ and looked at her. But then the girl turned back to the prick and knew that it was ready now, ready to fuck.
And her own juices were filling her cunt. She knew that she was ready too. She looked down at her brother as she kept handling his tool.
And she thought that she had really wanted this for a long time, but she had been afraid to get it. She lid been afraid to touch her brother like this until her mistress had whipped her and ordered her to do that.
Now, she thought, it was not that kinky. It was not her fault at all.
She had been ordered to fuck her brother and she would do it with style.
She smiled down at her brother and then she moved over him. She straddled his body and she slowly lowered herself down on his flagpole. Steve looked up at her and grinned as she did that, held his cock up and guided it into her sweet, wet pussy.
"Oh, Steve," she whimpered as she felt the tip of that rod go into her. "Oh, my brother. Oh, Steve. Your cock feels good in me."
And then the young man reached up and grabbed both of his sister's tits with his hands.
And he moaned to her too in a hoarse and sexy voice.
"Yeah, Val, that feels good. Take it all in you, you slave." Slave.
The word sent sexy chills up and down the girl's spine.
And then she moved down onto that cock and took it deep into her pussy. She had fucked other boys in her life, but no boy had ever felt this good in her cunt. She thought now that part of that good feeling came from the fact that this was her brother, her sexy brother, and he was fucking her.
When Steve started to buck under her, he moved his fingers to his sister's nipples and started to twist on them. He pursed his lips and let the air come out in little gasps.
The nipple-twisting hurt her, but she accepted that, because it came from her brother.
And Valerie thought that the whip and its stinging pain had somehow prepared her for this.
As Steve started to buck under her like a wild stallion, she moaned and rode him well.
And, on the carpet a few feet away from them, the girl in leather was ramming her pussy with that leather rod.
Tim kept his eyes on her. He knew that she would want him very soon.
And he kept stroking on his own meat, knowing that he would have to be ready for her when she was ready for him. He groaned and twisted there as he kept himself hard and he studied her pussy lips. They were dripping with wetness. When he looked at those shining, wet, pink lips, he could only think of the drought in Victory that summer. If all of the girls could get juicy like that, he thought, they would be able to make the whole town wet and green again. There would be no drought at all.
If the mayor really knew what he was doing, the younger Barlow brother thought, he would have all the girls go up to the reservoir and play with themselves and get their pussies wet with juice. Then they could leak into the water supply and fill all of needs of the town. And the water would be sweeter then, sweet with girlish juice, and the cars washed in that water would be shining in the sun and the grass would be so green, so green that Victory, Missouri, would be like the Garden of Eden.
And the girl was sweating too, sweating as she tensed her body in her leather bodice and boots. She rammed the spiked heels of those boots into the plush carpet and she screeched out again.
"Fuck me! God, that feels wonderful!" But this time the younger brother did not jerk when she yelled, and the sister and the brother who were fucking on the carpet did not even seem to notice that screech.
Tim looked over to that sister and that brother. He could see Valerie riding Steve and he could see Steve pulling on Valerie's pink nipples. They looked perfect that way, the other brother thought, and he hoped that he would be able to get a crack at his sister-at her crack, her juicy cunt.
He had longed dream about fucking Val. He knew that Steve had dreamed about the same thing, and it only seemed right that Steve should have the first chance at her, because he was older, more in charge. Tim just hoped that Val would remain open, so that he could fuck her too-if not this afternoon, then tonight.
But the girl in leather was the one that he had to keep himself prepared for. The younger brother knew that.
He continued to pull on his big cock and wait for her as she tossed and churned there on the floor. He wondered what Terri could be thinking of as she fucked herself so wildly with that whip handle.
She was, of course, thinking about her uncle. She was thinking about reaching up and touching his bearded face and running her fingers down his slim, sexy body, she was thinking of those piercing blue eyes that would be staring deep into her soul as she fucked him. She was thinking about all the needs in her system that she was sure that her uncle would answer. She was thinking about his steady, strong cock moving back and forth in her pussy.
Then she felt the heat center on her pussy. She knew that she was going to come. She shivered and she felt as if all of the blood in her body were moving around that pussy, filling her pussy and draining every other part of her.
Then she lifted her legs high. Her stroking with the whip handle was stronger and quicker now.
And she imagined that her uncle was fucking her, preparing to come in her, preparing to share that special thing with her. She twisted there in her leather and she aimed her spiked heels at the ceiling and she jerked on the floor like a fish out of water.
And then she froze there, in her tension, froze as she came with waves onto that whip handle.
The young man with the huge cock just looked at her. He grabbed his organ with both hands, remembering that he was her sex slave, remembering that he had to be ready when she was ready, remembering that his cock had to be big in her.
When the girl started to relax again, Tim heard himself sigh.
The sight of her coming and her lust had been almost explosive in his brain. He knew that he would never forget that sight, that she would always be in leather in his memory.
She lay there and pulled the whip handle out of her pussy. It was shimmering with her juices in the light. She dropped it on the carpet and she heaved with a giant sigh.
Her big tits were tight inside that leather bodice.
And, as she lay there, Tim wondered if he should say something, wondered if she had forgotten about him, her special sex slave.
But he saw her eyes turn toward the other couple on the floor. Yes, he thought, she would want to watch them for a little while. He wanted to watch them too.
His sister was rocking on his brother's cock and that prick was filling her up, making her sigh with delight. Steve was no longer pulling on her nipples. He lay with his hands pressed flat against the carpet and he was heaving himself up again and again into her pussy.
He was filling her gaping need with his dork.
She had her hands flat against his hairless tanned chest. It was then that Terri, watching the two of them together, noticed that Valerie was very tanned too, just like her brothers. In fact, there were no bathing suit marks on this girl's body. Terri smiled and thought that this sister obviously went out and lay naked under the sun. She thought that that would be a delicious sight, that her brothers had probably seen her like that and wanted her even then. But it had taken her, her whip and her orders, to bring the sister and the older brother together. Terri looked at the younger brother. He was watching the action and his cock was long, gigantic and hard. He probably wanted her too. Terri thought that, before they left that afternoon, she would take her slave girl aside and tell her to fuck her younger brother too, just as she had fucked her older brother. Yes, Terri thought. That way, the girl would have to share her charms with even that younger boy. In a way, Tim deserved those charms more than Steve. He was the nice one, the young one, the one with the bigger organ.
And then Terri had a strange and dangerous thought. She wondered if the Barlow boys would need her after this afternoon, after they had had their own sister. Perhaps Valerie would take her place between those two, sexy, tanned lads.
Terri sighed. If Valerie did take her place, she thought, she would have to live with it.
And the girl in leather turned and looked at the whip handle.
If she were left alone after this afternoon, that whip handle would help to ease her pain.
That leather hardness would keep her company, she thought.
And then she heard that familiar sound come from deep in Steve's throat. It was like a roar, she thought.
And she knew from her experience with that young man what that roar meant. She knew that Steve was coming.
When she knew that, she quickly decided that she should give the sister another order.
"Get off his cock, Val! Quick. Get off his cock and take that come in your fucking face!"
And the girl moved off the cock quickly. She jumped off the organ and sighed when it left her pussy.
Then the sister bent down over it and grabbed that wet and shining organ in her hand. She stroked on it and she smiled as that white, male come exploded from the tip of the thing.
It shot up into the girl's pretty, oval face. Terri smiled when she saw that come hitting Valerie.
And then she turned to Tim, the other brother and she smiled again. She spread her legs wide.
And she snarled, "Fuck me, you big-cocked slave. Fuck me good."
Tim grinned. He had known that it would come to this, he thought. And he was ready for it.
He moved over the girl in leather. He positioned himself over her body as she reached up and pulled a cushion off the couch behind her. She slapped that cushion under her ass, raising her hips and making herself more comfortable. Then she looked up at Tim and grinned.
"You have always been my favorite," she said. "Always."
She grasped his pole with both of her hands and stuffed that meat into her.
As Tim went into her, she sighed. She felt that heat coming back to her body. When about half of his cock was in her, she lifted her legs and put them loosely around his trim, tanned body. Then she sighed to him.
"Slam it to me, Tim. Give me that cock, you stud."
And the younger brother with the huge cock drove into Terri with pride and the girl in leather tightened her legs around him. He felt that leather bodice against his chest and he felt those boots moving up and down his back, and he liked the leather more than anything else.
The leather was soft and aromatic, just as, in another way, her cunt was soft and aromatic.
And they started to fuck with skill and grace. They fucked while the sister and the brother lay there on the floor and rested and watched them.
Gary sat in his car, wondering what was going on in that room now. More whipping? Fucking?
He did not know. Now that he had been confronted with that strange new detail in his niece's sexual story, he did not know what he should expect from her.
He had come there in his car. He wiped the come off his cock and the seat and his pants with a handkerchief and then he had slipped his prick back into his pants.
But he did wonder what he could expect from her when he came to fuck her. Would she accept him? Would she fight him? Would she want to beat him?
He did not know, but he knew that he must have her, especially now, now that he had seen how sexy she was when she was with those other young people.
He suspected that something in his niece would make him young and sexy too.
He moved his hand over his crouch again and he felt the hardness coming back to him.
That was already something that was new, he thought.
He had just come a few minutes before, but he was already getting hard again.
Like a youngster, he thought, like a teenaged male. He had more spirit than he usually did. And he thought that Terri, the memory of the way that Terri had looked in that tight, leather outfit, was making him zestful with the need for sex.
Terri.
Terri.
Terri.
Even the name excited him now. He knew that he could not really live again until he had explored the depths of her young and exciting pussy Even though she was his niece, he thought, he yearned to fuck her more than he had ever yearned to fuck any other female. Terri. Terri.
Terri.
The name rang like a bell in his head, tolling the hour of the day.
And he knew that the time to fuck her was fast approaching, just as soon as those other teenagers left.
Just as soon as she was alone and helpless against her young -really young, he thought-uncle.
As he fucked the girl, Tim ran his hands over her leather bodice and felt hr tits heaving under that leather. In his brain, the leather seemed to become a part of Terri.
Almost the best part, the young Barlow brother thought.
But not really the best. The pussy that he was plundering was the best part.
And, as he fucked that girl, he heard his older brother chanting softly behind him.
"Fuck her, Tim. Fuck her. Fuck her good, Tim. Fuck her. Fuck her cunt, Tim. Fuck her."
There was a rhythm to Steve's chant, and Tim caught that rhythm and started to fuck to that rhythm.
Terri kept right up with him and fucked and moved in her leather with the same sexy rhythm.
And then Valerie started chanting too. She watched her brother fucking the girl with a fiery interest in her eyes. She licked her lips and she started to speak to Tim.
"Fuck her. Fuck her hot cunt. Fuck her. Fuck her sweet pussy. Fuck her. Fuck our mistress."
There was a slightly different rhythm to his sister's speech, Tim thought.
But he had no trouble at all following that rhythm and, as he fucked to it, Terri caught that new rhythm and sighed and stretched her arms out on the carpet and churned against Tim.
Tim raised up. Soon, he was kneeling there and she moved her legs up against his tanned chest.
She felt the leather of those boots against his shoulders as he pressed her legs back and fucked that tightening cunt.
That leather moved against his chest and he thought that that made it even better.
Now both his brother and his sister were chanting. Their words melted together and drove Tim on as he felt his own orgasm coming, as he sweated and groaned over Terri.
"Fuck her. Fuck her cunt. Fuck her good, Tim. Fuck her. Fuck her sweet pussy. Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck her until she cries for more, Tim. Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck her."
And, in that jarring rhythm, Tim felt his own jarring, his balls tightening. He knew that he was going to shoot at any moment.
And Terri heaved against him and heard that special kind of roar that he made. It was like his brother's roar. When she heard that, she felt the heat in her body, arid she turned and remembered that she had some words for her female slave too.
"Tonight," she gasped. "Tonight, Val. Fuck him. Fuck your younger brother."
When Tim heard that, he twisted and groaned with pleasure. He was going to get his sister too.
And, when he heard his sister murmur that one word, "Yes," he sighed and shivered with his huge cock there in her pussy. He came and grinned, knowing that he would get his sweet, sweet sister too.
Terri felt that coming deep in her pussy and she started to come too, to wash her own system out with that girlish orgasm. She jerked and twisted there on the floor and came with delight as the young man unloaded his hard, huge cock in her pussy.
Gary saw the three young people leave the house and get into the car. He thought that they looked like three kids who had been to a party, an innocent, little get-together.
But Gary knew that there was nothing innocent about what they had done to each other.
He waited until they had pulled out of the driveway and had started down the street. Then he put his trembling hand on the key in the ignition. As he heard his own car start to roar, he closed his eyes and determined to do it.
He would have to do it. His niece would want it just as much as he did.
He knew that he needed her young cunt to stay young himself.
He started to drive down the street and he pulled into the driveway.
Then he got out of the car and walked toward the front door.
That door was unlocked. Gary turned the knob and walked in.
The girl was standing there in the living room. She was wearing her jeans and a T-shirt again. Gary sighed when he saw that she was not in the leather any longer.
But, when Terri turned with a jerk and looked at him, he saw what she had in her hand.
The whip!
She still had the whip! When the young uncle saw that whip, he almost swooned with joy.
"Hi, Uncle Gary," the girl said with a grin.
Then she looked down and noticed that she still had the whip. She put her hand behind her and tried to hide that tell-tale thing. She continued to smile but she grew nervous then.
"Mom and Dad aren't home right now," she said. "I don't know when they will be back."
But the young, blond uncle moved toward the girl. He stood right in front of her and looked down into her dark eyes. Then he dropped on the floor in front of her and spoke with a voice of lust.
"You may whip me if you like, Terri," he said. "Just fuck me too. That is all I ask."
"What?" the girl yelped,, backing up slightly.
"I saw you through the window when you whipped that naked boy and that girl too. You my whip me if you like, but I want you to fuck me with passion."
He had seen!
Terri stood there and took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself.
And then she pulled the whip up into the air. She stood there, posed to strike her uncle.
But she remembered what he had said to her, remembered her own wonderful fantasy.
And she knew that her fantasy would come true this afternoon.
She would get to fuck her handsome, blond, young uncle!
Then she looked around her and decided that this was not the place. She spoke to her uncle.
"Arise, Uncle Gary. Come with me to my bedroom. I will whip you and fuck you there."
As the young man rose to his feet, like a person who had been miraculously healed, she wondered why she had decided that she did not want to do it there. She wondered why she wanted him in her bedroom. She did not understand her own motivations, but she knew that those motivations were real.
She turned and walked toward her bedroom and Uncle Gary followed her.
When she entered that room, she looked around. She had never noticed before just how girlish that room was. There were pictures of movie stars on the walls, pictures cut out from magazines.
For Pete's sake! Her mind screamed at her. Pictures torn from magazines!
Those pictures had once filled her girlish fantasies, not that many months before. She had lain in bed at night and she had dreamed of holding some of those cute, young men close to her and kissing them and feeling them move with rock-and-roll grace against her.
She had not had fantasies like that for the longest time, but she had never taken the pictures down. Now she wished that she could go about the room ripping them down. She wanted her uncle to see her as a grown-up, mature, young woman with a whip, not as some silly, little thing.
She turned and looked at Uncle Gary. She wondered what his reaction to this would be.
But he was not looking at the pictures at all. He was just looking at her.
"What should I do now, Terri?" he asked softly.
He seemed to be determined to her slave, and Terri decided that she would let him be anything that he wanted to be. She snarled at him.
"Strip, you stud slave."
And the young uncle started to take off his clothes. While he did that, the woman went around the room, ripping the pictures off the walls. She hated them suddenly, wondered why she had never ripped them down before.
But then she came to one picture, the last picture, the biggest one. She looked at it and she felt her pussy quiver with passion.
The color photograph was of a blond rock star. He was kneeling on a stage with the lights shining down on him and he had his hands stretched out. He was sweating and he was shirtless. He had a thin chest. His long hair was hanging in wet curls around his face. He seemed to be pleading for something, kneeling there like that. He seemed to be in some sort of pain or some sort of ecstasy. And Terri noticed too that his tight pants showed a huge bulge there between his legs. She suddenly did not want to take that picture down. She did not want to be without it. It had always been her favorite rock-star picture. Even when she was a little virgin, she would look at that star kneeling there and wish that she could go up on that stage and hold him close and comfort him in some way. And she thought now that, if she could enter that picture, she would not comfort him at all. It was suddenly obvious to Terri that that blond, young man did not want comforting.
He wanted abuse as he knelt there! Abuse from a girl in leather!
The girl studied that photograph very carefully and thought that that photograph, that sexy sight, had prepared her for the Barlow boys in some way.
She still held the whip in her hand. She stepped back from the photograph.
And she cracked that whip across the wall, across the rock star's lean chest.
The whip cut the paper there a little, and the rock star did not flinch.
But the girl felt deliriously happy as she turned and looked at her uncle again.
He had followed her orders. He was naked.
And he was standing there, waiting for her to tell him something else.
Terri dropped the whip from her hand and started to undress too. She wished that she still had the leather to wear. Steve Barlow had taken the leather outfit with him when the Barlow kids had left her house, as usual. He had been a little surprised, however, when his young mistress told him that she wanted to keep the whip.
But he had not argued with her. After all, she was the mistress and he was the slave.
Now she pulled off her T-shirt and she showed her uncle her big and bare tits.
She could not wear the leather, she thought, but, at least, she could be naked when she beat this blond, young man and fucked him. As she kicked off her shoes and moved out of her jeans, she studied her naked, young uncle.
And she thought that he did look something like that rock star in the photograph, blond and thin.
She glanced back at that poster, that huge, color photograph of the star under the lights.
And she remembered that the photograph had been taken years ago, when she was only a child, really. That rock star was no longer a star. He was probably wandering around the country, forgotten.
And he was probably about the same age as her uncle. She wondered if that blond uncle had ever met up with that star during his wanderings. She stood naked before the young man and she pointed at the picture on the wall, the one that she had sliced with the whip.
"Have you ever seen him, Uncle Gary?" she asked.
The young, blond man looked at the picture and tilted his head to one side.
"Don't know," he muttered. "What is his name?"
The girl looked back at that picture. Then she could not help herself. She giggled.
She could not remember that rock star's name at all.
And she thought that fame was very fleeting in this world. She giggled and blushed and she waved her uncle's question away with her little hand.
"Never mind. Never mind," she said, between giggling sounds.
Then she looked down at the whip. Naked, she bent over and picked up that whip.
She cracked it in the air and watched with glee as her uncle jerked.
Fame was fleeting, she thought again, but the crack of the whip was here to stay.
Naked, carrying the whip, she moved toward her uncle. The man cringed as she came near.
But he stood there, willing, waiting for the whip to fall.
Terri stood in front of him and snarled at him, just as she had learned to snarl at her other sex slaves.
"On your knees, you dog," she growled. "On your knees before me."
And the young uncle dropped to his knees and looked down at the floor.
Then the girl raised the whip high and she announced it to him, put him into the fantasy that she had already used.
"There is a drought, you know. Victory is short of water. The mayor has named all the kids in this town as deputy mayors in charge of water conservation."
"I know," the man muttered. "I know, Terri."
"Mistress!" the woman yelled, correcting her young uncle. "Call me Mistress!" And then she smiled. She knew that the name would be sweet coming from the uncle's lips.
"Mistress," he muttered. "Mistress, I know there is a drought.' And the man shivered when he said that.
"Did you take a long shower this morning?" she asked her uncle.
Gary tried to think. He could not really remember if he had taken a shower or not. But then he knew what his niece wanted him to say, and he said it softly.
"Yes," he muttered, "a very long shower this morning."
"Water-wasting slug," the girl snarled.
And then she brought the whip down on her uncle's shoulder.
When the whip cracked against his flesh, the stinging pain shot through his brain like a lightning bolt. He jerked a little and felt the tears coming to his eyes.
But he also felt something else. He looked down at his niece's bare, little feet and he let his eyes move up her legs and he saw that, naked, she was truly beautiful.
And he knew that he was going to get the chance to fuck her after this beating.
That made his cock start to stiffen there on his body.
And then Gary thought that his cock was also stiffening because the pain that she inflicted on him made him think that he was paying for some kind of sin, that he was suffering for his wickedness.
After this pain was over, the young man was sure that he would be able to fuck this girl without any feelings of guilt at all. And then he heard her snarling voice coming to him through the fog of pain.
"Did you keep the water running when you brushed your teeth this morning?" she asked in her official, angry voice. "Did you, Uncle
Gary."
"Yes," he said.
"Water-wasting piece of shit," she growled.
And the whip came down on his other shoulder, shooting more pain through his brain.
"And I yearned, Mistress," the young man mumbled in his painful glee. "I yearned to water lawns today. I yearned to wash my car. I yearned to waste all that water."
"You fucking wastrel!" she yelled. "You fucking piece of water-was ting garbage!"
And the whip came down again and again on his shoulders, cracking and stinging and making Gary's cock grow even longer and harder and more filled with longing for his naked, angry niece.
And then, when the heat was coursing through her system too, the young girl dropped the whip.
She gasped. She gasped and stood there naked in front of the pain-filled young man.
And Gary looked up at her, wondering if it was all, wondering if she wanted to fuck now.
When she saw those piercing blue eyes, the girl backed up. She tumbled onto the bed.
Again, she thought, Gary had looked at her and had seen all the wickedness in her young soul.
She whimpered to him as she lay there on the bed with her legs spread. She whimpered at him as he looked at that black, furry bush between her legs.
"Fuck me. Fuck me, Uncle Gary. Give it to me." When he heard that whimpering, the young man stood up slowly and moved toward the bed too.
The girl was lying there, but his cock was not quite hard enough to fuck yet. She looked at him and she grabbed for it. Her words came out in a rush of anxious air.
"Let me suck it, Uncle Gary. Let me suck your wonderful cock."
And, as Gary moved onto the bed, she played with his cock. Her fingers were cool and lively on his spear of flesh. The man moaned as he knelt and watched the girl turn so that she could put that cock into her mouth.
She stuffed him into her mouth as if he were a feast and she were a hungry beggar.
And he looked at the way that her big tits heaved as she started to move her lips back and forth on that cock. He sighed as she took her mouth off the cock and licked the fat, pink tip of the thing with her quick and eager tongue.
And then Terri held that organ and looked past it, looked at that rock star on the wall.
She could still not remember his name, but, in her young and fevered brain, his name was Gary, the same as her uncle's name. She closed her eyes and thought that she was really sucking on that rock star's cock. But when she put the tip of the organ into her mouth and pressed her lips around it, she knew that that fantasy would not hold.
She had to remember that it was her uncle, her sexy uncle, and she was sucking her uncle's cock with her mouth. She opened her lips and moved closer to her uncle as he reached down and touched one of her big breasts with his hand.
She pressed her face close to his body as he knelt there and she sucked with delight as her uncle moved his finger around her nipple and made it hard and bumpy with his touch.
And she felt that hardening cock move down her throat. She gave in to that cock with delight. She was no longer the mistress with the whip, she thought. She was just a sex-hungry teenager.
And she somehow knew that the sex that her uncle would give her would cure her of her hunger.
When she drew back from the prick, let it slip out of her mouth, she saw that it was long and hard and meaty. And her pussy seemed to bubble with the juices of desire.
She turned on the bed and spread her legs and said the words that thrilled Gary.
"Give it to me, Gary. Fuck my hot, hot cunt, Uncle Gary. Fuck me with that cock."
And Gary moved over her. He put his hands under her ass and he felt her tits heave slightly as he lifted her. Then he watched those tits, those huge and sexy and girlish tits and he felt the warm feelings of youth inside his own body.
And he drove deeply into her cunt and she twisted and squealed with sexual delight.
He buried his cock into her up to the hilt and he sighed to her.
"I am your uncle, Terri. Always remember that. I am your uncle, and I am fucking you," he whispered. "I am your uncle and I am putting my cock into your wonderful hole."
"Yes. Yes," the lass moaned. "You are my uncle and you are fucking me. Oh, fuck me, Uncle Gary. Oh, fuck my hot, hot cunt.
SUNNIE AND HER MAID
Sunnie was an artist, a very wealthy artist. But she was not wealthy because she sold many of her paintings. She was wealthy because she had had the good sense to marry an old, rich man and then watch him waste away and die.
Now she had his money and she had all her time to devote to her painting.
That Saturday afternoon, she was painting a portrait of Norma, her black and sexy maid.
The young black woman stood in front of Sunnie with her hands behind her head. That made her tits rise and stick out like two targets, Sunnie thought. Of course, Norma was naked, and she was smiling with that sweet, bright smile. She wore her black, kinky hair short, almost clipped to the skull.
And her body was gray and shining there in the light. Sunnie concentrated on that body as she painted the black woman.
Sunnie was young herself, the same age as Norma, not yet thirty.
And she thought that it was strange that she had been born but was not wealthy and Norma, who had been born poor there in Victory was now her maid.
Strange how things worked out in this world, Sunnie thought.
But Norma was also a very special maid, a very lucky maid. She was more than just a servant to Sunnie. She was a model and she was also a sometime lover.
Usually when Sunnie worked on a painting, she did not even think about sex.
But this Saturday afternoon was different, not usual at all.
It was hot out there and dry too. But, inside Sunnie's studio, it was cool with air-conditioned air.
And Sunnie felt her own wetness between her legs. It was because she was studying Norma, because she was looking at that young, black woman and thinking about all the good things that Norma had done for her, with her.
Those memories made Sunnie, the wealthy artist, want more of those good times.
She looked at Norma and smiled. She put her paints and her brush down and she stood up from her stool.
"You can relax now, Norma," the young woman said. "I am finished with the painting for the afternoon."
The black woman relaxed and started to rub her hands over her arms and then her legs, getting the feeling back in them. She smiled at Sunnie as she did that.
"You through with me too?" she asked with a grin.
And that grin told Sunnie that Norma suspected that the woman was not through with her.
Sunnie stretched her arms high over her head and shook her head.
"Not by a long shot, sweet thing," she said. "Not by a long shot."
And Norma giggled and sat down on the little cot there in the studio. She continued to rub her legs and sigh as the blood came rushing back through her body.
Modeling was hard work, the black woman thought. Standing in one place and in one position for a long period of time made your muscles tense up and your joints lock on you.
But, now that Sunnie was finished with the painting, she knew that that beautiful, wealthy, young woman would come up with some idea as to how to get those muscles in the black woman's body working again.
Norma grinned back at Sunnie and leaned against the wall in back of the cot. She stretched her long, sleek legs out in front of her.
"What you want to do first?" she asked. "I mean, to get me loosened all up."
"Quit talking like that," the mistress said.
"Like what?" the black woman asked innocently, cupping her round tits with her hands.
"Like some fucking nigger slave, Norma. You have been to college and you can speak correctly."
"Yeah," the black woman said. "I know. But sometimes I like to talk like a nigger slave."
"You are not my slave and you know it. You get paid well and you don't have to do anything that you don't want to do."
"That so?" the black woman asked, her eyes wide. "That so, Miz Sunnie?"
Sunnie felt suddenly shamed. She knew that the black woman was trying to tell her that she posed nude for Sunnie, went to bed with Sunnie, because Sunnie paid her so well.
Sunnie knew that Norma basically liked guys, that she had a black stud who lived with her on the other side of town.
The black stud was named Orval, and Norma once told Sunnie that that guy had a foot-long cock.
Sunnie did not believe that, but still it hurt her when she thought that Norma did not really enjoy their times together. It made her want to give up on the girl altogether.
But she could not give up. She was enthralled with that black body.
"I am going to take a shower, Norma," the wealthy woman said. "Be in my bedroom when I come out."
And Sunnie stormed from the room, feeling the anger build in her body.
That black bitch had always gotten the better of her, it seemed.
Later, Sunnie stood there in the shower, letting the hot water rushing over her big, sexy body.
She did not give a shit about the drought. She was going to use all the water that she needed and now she just stood under that water and ran her hands over her big tits.
She was sexy, very sexy. She knew that. She had that big kind of sexy body that would go to seed in a few years if she did not watch it. But, at that moment, she was beautiful. And she had a sweet, open face and a good smile that turned men on.
Yes, she liked men too. She fucked a few of them. But she also liked women, and she knew that she would never be able to give up women for men-not even Gary Yaerger.
When that blond drifter had fucked her a few nights ago, when he had picked her up in a bar and had taken her back to her palace of a home, she had thought that he was the best that she could ever have. But that had not caused her to give up Norma.
For one thing, she knew that Gary was a drifter, and she knew that he would be gone very soon.
He might even be gone by now, she thought with a shiver.
But Norma would always be there, earning her salary by sharing Sunnie's bed and then going home to Orval and fucking that foot-long cock.
Even though the black woman made Sunnie feel badly sometimes, there was something to be said for that stability.
Sunnie could not remember when a man had given her such stability. And she wondered if she would ever find a man who would always be around when she needed someone. She doubted it.
Even with her money, she had always had bad luck with men.
She stood in the shower and she remembered Clyde, her secret first husband. She had never told anyone about him. Clyde had been a little mistake that she had made when she was in college, when she thought that she was pregnant and got married to the first man who offered to help her. Turned out that she was not pregnant at all, and then she felt stuck with Clyde. She felt especially stuck with him that night that he set his hair on fire in that imagine restaurant.
Clyde had worn his hair long and in an afro, like a black man. And he had taken Sunnie to that restaurant one night right after they were married. As he learned over the table to talk to her about some intimate subject, to whisper to her about his love, he moved too close to the candle on the table and his hair caught on fire.
He began to yelp and jump up and down with fright. The only thing that Sunnie could do was sit there and giggle. Another young man at another table, a young man that Sunnie knew, saw the fire and walked over and hit Clyde on the top of his head, almost knocking her husband unconscious. But he had put the fire out and, when he did that, he walked calmly back to his own table and sat down and started eating his salad again.
Sunnie didn't even get a chance to think of him. She smelled the burned hair and looked at the charred hole in Clyde's afro. Then she yelped as her angry husband pulled her from her chair and led her out of the restaurant.
Outside in the parking lot, he pushed her against the car and growled at her.
"You laughed at me. My fucking life was in danger and you just sat there and laughed at me."
And, again, Sunnie could not help herself. She started to giggle again, and that just made Clyde even angrier with her.
He slapped her hard across the face and that hurt, but she could not stop giggling. She just kept thinking of how he had looked when he was burning and jumping up and down. She kept thinking of that calm young man who sauntered over and slapped his hand down hard on .the top of Clyde's head. If she had married a young man like that, she thought, she would have been much happier. She did not like Clyde's shrill way of facing trouble.
As she continued to giggle, Clyde pulled her away from his car and growled again as he got in.
"Find your own way home, Bitch," he said.
"You walk home for all I care."
And he started the motor and pulled out the parking lot, screeching his tires.
She stood there and she giggled and she felt free. She looked up at the night sky and she made up her mind very quickly. She would not go home with him. She would go and stay with friends and she would file for divorce.
That was just what she did. A couple of days later, Clyde called her, tried to apologize, but she just started giggling again ad spoke to him in little, giggling gasps.
"Clyde. You looked so funny. With your hair on fire that way. Your life was not in danger. I just you had to cut your hair, though. Right? I have filed for divorce. If you try to contest it, I will claim that you are queer."
She slammed the phone down and giggled some more. Clyde did not contest the divorce.
He left Victory soon after that and Sunnie screwed around and forgot all about him.
When she married her wealthy husband years, later, she did not even think to mention Clyde.
But, every once in a while, she would see that other young man around town, the man who had put the fire out with that slap on Clyde's head. She always wanted to go up and talk to him, to ask him if he remembered when her husband's hair caught on fire. But she never worked up the nerve to speak. She would just giggle with her fond memory.
She giggled now, in the shower, thinking about that crazy night when she had left her husband, when he had left her. She was not sure who had left whom, really. But she giggled because she was glad that she had not been saddled with that burnt-haired freak for long.
She was giggling when the shower stall opened. She stopped laughing and looked at the naked Norma. The black woman cast her eyes down at the floor. She was contrite. Sunnie could tell that.
"I am sorry that I was all sassy to you," the black woman said. "I don't know what comes over me sometimes. I start to think that maybe I am not as good as you and I want to get sassy."
"That is all right, Norma," the wealthy, young widow said with a softness in her voice. "Come on in and join me. The water is nice and hot."
Norma grinned and looked at that water, looked at Sunnie's sexy, naked body.
"Hey, don't you know about the drought?" she asked with that grin on her face.
"Fuck the drought. I like water. Come on it. You are letting the steam out."
The black, young woman moved into the shower stall and closed the door behind her.
The water started to pulse over Norma's body too, and Sunnie thought that that black flesh looked especially sweet and tasty when it was wet.
The black young woman turned her back on Sunnie and moved up close to her, pressing those big tits against her backbone. She sighed as she felt that hot water rushing over her and she felt that big, sexy body behind her. Sunnie started to churn with delightful movements against Norma and she moved her hands around the black woman's body and touched the woman's strong and sexy and flat stomach. Then she moved her hands up that sleek, wet black flesh and she cupped those black tits in her hands. As she massaged those breasts, she felt Norma squeeze against her own tits and loved the tightness there.
Sunnie moved her lips down to Norma's black, sexy neck and kissed it. The wet flesh was sweet.
The wealthy woman stuck her tongue out and licked the woman's neck and shoulder.
And she kept working on those tits, those rounded and sweet tits. She massaged them and felt Norma churning and felt the heat in their bodies grow.
This was when she liked Norma best, she thought, when the black maid was giving her what she really needed. Sunnie had grown to believe that she needed this kind of soft sexiness against her, this kind of sweetness, in order to stay sane.
The water was hot as it hit them, but their sexual juices were so much hotter.
Finally, they were finished in the shower. Norma reached up and turned off the water.
The stall was still filled with steam, delightful steam. Sunnie liked gasping for breath in that steam, letting that wetness down in her lungs. She released Norma and the black woman opened the shower stall and stepped out. Then Sunnie followed her.
The black woman held two towels. She handed one of them to Sunnie and she kept the other for herself. Then the black girl reached out and started to move that soft, fluffy towel over Sunnie's body, drying her. Sunnie dried Norma's body too. They moved slowly together, drying each other and feeling more warmth in their bodies.
This was real. This was real sharing, Sunnie thought, certainly more sharing than she had ever had with either of her husbands. As she dried off Norma's body, she remembered her second husband, the old and wealthy one. He had coughed all the way through the wedding ceremony.
He had been little with white hair and beady eyes. He had never even told Sunnie that he loved her. He just said that she ought to marry him so that she could inherit his money when he died. At first, she had felt sorry for him. He lid so much money and no one to share these last years of his life with him. He had never married and he did not have any close relatives. He had devoted his life to the worship of the great god, Cash.
But she had not felt sorry for him after that wedding, at the party where he put his arm around her and smiled and told his business friends, "Look at this pretty, big-titted wife that I bought for myself. Just look at her. Got a good bargain on her too."
And his friends had chuckled nervously at his terrible joke and Sunnie had felt like a slave.
She continued to feel like a slave until he had died about six months after their wedding.
That was why it bothered her when Norma tried to act as if she were a slave. Sunnie knew how a slave really felt, and she did not want to think that Norma hated her in the way that she had hated her old, white-haired husband.
But, as Norma dried the woman's body, Sunnie thought that she probably did not hate her that much.
At times, Norma just felt bad because she thought that she was just a maid. Sunnie wished that there was some way that she could elevate Norma to a higher position, make the young, black woman think that she was truly Sunnie's equal.
But there was no way that the wealthy woman could think of, no way that she could ease Norma's pain.
When their bodies were dry, she looked at the little black woman and she thought that Norma eased her pain, her loneliness. She put her hands on the woman's black shoulders and then she pulled Norma to her, held her close and hugged her.
When the black woman looked up at the young widow and grinned, Sunnie could resist her.
She pressed her lips to Norma's in a long and tender kiss, a kiss that grew in passion as that black sleek body moved against Sunnie's and started that fire again.
When the kiss was over, they went to the bedroom and looked at the big bed.
Then Sunnie looked at the black woman and spoke softly to her.
"You are not my slave. No matter what you think, you are not a slave to me."
And Norma put her arm around the wealthy young woman and grinned up at her.
"I know. I am sorry that I made you angry like that. I just get sassy sometimes. Don't know why."
"Sorry I do things to make you sassy," Sunnie said softly.
Then, like two sisters, they walked toward that bed and lay down on it. They moved into the center of the bed and then Sunnie turned over and lay there on her back.
She had made love to Norma so many times; they had something like a schedule that they had to follow.
It was a lustful ritual in black and white, she thought.
And Norma seemed to like that ritual just as much as she did.
The black woman moved her mouth down to Sunnie's and kissed her tenderly. As she kissed the young widow like that she moved her black hand over the woman's big tits. She ran her finger around one of Sunnie's nipples and made the young woman squirm a little bit.
Then the black woman moved her mouth down over Sunnie's neck. The big-titted, young woman brushed her long hair back against the pillow as the black woman licked at her throat. And then Sunnie started to moan and squirm even more as she felt the sexy woman's tongue start to move up that mountain, the mountain that one of her tits made as she lay there on her bed.
"Oh, Norma, she sighed, ' that feels so good. You have the best tongue in the world."
And Sunnie really did think that the black woman had a good tongue. It was quick and darting there, but it moved slowly up that mountain and then around the curve of the breast and toward the nipple.
As the woman's tongue moved closer and closer to that nipple, Sunnie reached under her tit and raised it up slightly, rushing Norma along.
"On suck my nipple. Please. Please," she moaned.
And the wealthy widow thought that she was like the slave now, the servant of the black woman.
She was moaning and begging like a slave who was being punished.
But Sunnie also thought that that was the best punishment that any slave could have.
She massaged the underside of her big tit and then she felt that tongue moving around her nipple. That made her sigh even more, sigh and toss with passion.
"Suck it, please," she murmured again, feeling the heat in her own body.
And, as that sexual heat grew, it seemed to Sunnie that she was in a fog again, like the fog of steam that had surrounded her in the shower. But this fog was even more warm than that steam had been, she thought. This fog was the fog of lust, real, womanly lust.
And, when she felt Norma take that nipple into her mouth and start to suck on it, the fog seemed to be pierced by a blinding light, the light of satisfaction.
She reached down and ran her fingers over the black woman's short and kinky hair.
"Good, Norma," she said. "Suck my tittie. Suck my nipple. I love it.' Norma pulled on that nipple with her mouth and that tension on her big tit sent a new flood of heat through Sunnie's body. She spread her legs wide and moved her hand down between those legs. She felt the wetness of her pussy with her fingers. She felt those pussy lips covered with syrup from her insides.
And she moaned and gasped with lust in her heart.
"Better than anyone else, Norma. You are not a slave. I am your slave." And the black girl sucked on that nipple for a little longer. Then she took her mouth off that nipple and sat up there on the bed.
Suddenly, Sunnie felt chilled. She looked up at the black woman and stared at her.
"Why did you stop? What happened, Norma?"
The black woman just smirked and then she announced it.
"If you are my slave, you should eat my pussy, bitch," she said with a grin. "What?"
"Every time we do this, I eat your pussy. I work you up. But you never do nothing to me." Sunnie noticed that she was using that nigger slur in her voice again.
But Sunnie knew she was right, in a way. She knew that she really never serviced Norma much. That was probably one reason why Norma had difficulty thinking that she was as good as Sunnie. The big-titted, white woman suddenly felt very ashamed of herself.
She looked up at Sunnie and she said the word softly.
"Okay," she muttered.
And Norma's grin grew. She toppled back onto the bed and spread her black, firm legs wide. "Work on me, white woman," she said. "Work on me good and slow."
And then Sunnie knew that she was really Norma's slave.
But she also knew that she deserved to be the slave, at least for a few minutes. After all, the black maid had served her well.
Sunnie moved over the black woman's body and kissed Norma's face. She licked the woman's cheeks and felt those high, strong cheekbones under her tongue.
Then she moved her tongue to Norma's mouth and ran that tongue around the black woman's lips.
After she had licked around that mouth, Norma opened it wide, and Sunnie moved down to kiss that opened mouth, moved her tongue into Norma's mouth and played zestful games with the black woman's tongue there.
She remembered the things that Norma had done to her when she had kissed her. She moved her white and trembling hand down over Norma's body and felt those tits and that firm, flat stomach. She slipped her fingers down over the black hair that grew above the woman's cunt too, and she pulled her mouth away from Norma's and slipped down at the black woman as she moved those fingers down, over those wet pussy lips.
"See?" she said. "I am serving you. I am your slave now, Norma."
"And you better be a good slave if you know what is good for you," the black woman growled.
And then, quickly, the black woman lifted her hand and slapped Sunnie's face hard..
When she did that, Sunnie stopped moving, froze there with her fingers on the woman's pussy. She gasped at the black woman.
"Why the fuck did you do that? I never slapped you."
"I know. But I am a better mistress than you are, bitch," the black woman said with a sneer.
"Yes, you are," the white woman admitted. "So much better," Norma growled. "Yes."
"I could whip your ass and you would not even care, would you."
"No."
"You would love it, wouldn't you-having my hot, black hand on your ass?"
"I would love it," Sunnie moaned.
She was feeling such heat, and she knew that the slap that Norma had given her had given her that heat.
With that heat in her, Sunnie could not deny this black woman anything.
It was the heat of lust!
That wonderful heat of lust!
And Sunnie knew that, with that heat in her, she would be able to endure any sexy thing that the black woman did to her.
She would be able to endure even a spanking.
She would be able to endure abuse.
Endure.
That became the key word in her mind at that moment. Endure.
Sunnie lay there and felt confident of her own ability to endure. She was the mistress, but she felt like a slave.
She had endured the slap and she was now willing to give Norma anything that she wanted.
Sunnie moved her lips over one of those beautiful, black nipples.
First, the white woman worked her tongue around that nipple. Then she started to suck on that sweet flesh. Norma tasted like candy in her mouth, she thought, sweet and passionate candy, hot candy that burned with flavor. . As she sucked on that nipple, she worked her finger in and out of the black woman's cunt, feeling the softness and the wetness there. Norma started to sigh to her.
"Good, white slave. You suck tit real good, you white bitch. You finger pussy real good too."
Then Norma started to churn there on the bed, started to climb, and Sunnie felt her own pussy pulsing with some like desire. She thought that it was kinky fun to be this black woman's slave completely. She thought that it was something new and it added a new feeling to her body and her soul.
When she had felt like her husband's slave, she hated it. But she liked this slavery, because she knew that it was only a game and she knew that this black woman appreciated what it meant to be a good slave.
She moved her mouth off the nipple and worked down Norma's stomach. She ran her tongue into the black woman's tasty navel and then she drew closer to the cunt and pulled her fingers out of that syrupy hole.
When she moved her fingers away from that cunt, she felt Norma's hand on the back of her head.
The black woman was pushing her white slave down to her pussy.
And Sunnie smelled the aroma that came out of that cunt, let that aroma fill her head like the mist had filled her head in that hot, steaming shower.
But this mist was sweeter. This mist came with all kinds of sexual feelings. This mist came from Norma.
And that made it special to Sunnie, very special indeed.
The big-titted white woman moved around on the bed, lay between Norma's outstretched legs.
And she brought her pretty face close to the mist, close to the cunt. She closed her eyes and she licked the twat. It was tasty, gooey, loving.
And then Sunnie spread her servant's cunt lips with her fingers and drove that tongue deep into the woman as Norma jerked there and sighed on the bed.
"Good, white slave. Suck out that cunt, you white bitch slave."
The mist enveloped Sunnie and made her feel warm and needed.
Gary had gotten away just in time. He was driving now and thinking of the close call that he had had at his sister's house.
He had gone to that house and he had fucked his teenaged niece, had gotten the sweet, young pussy that he had often dreamed about. But soon after the fuck was over, as he and his niece lay naked and rested on the bed in her bedroom, they had heard the car pull up. in the driveway.
Then they had both moved in a fury, putting on their clothes. They both knew that his sister and her husband had come home, his niece's parents, and Gary knew that his stuck-up, businessman brother-in-law would kill him if he found out that he had been fucking that teenaged twat.
They had gotten dressed just in time, and they had run into the living room and sat down and started to talk. When the parents of the girl entered, they did not suspect anything.
Or did they?
Now, as Gary drove around, he thought that his brother-in-law had given him some very strange looks.
And Gary wondered again if his brother-in-law, that sexy girl's father, had yearned to fuck her too. He would not have been surprised. His niece was the kind of girl who turned every older man on.
But Gary did not really feel that old that afternoon, as he drove around.
He chuckled as he thought that his brother-in-law might dream of fucking that girl, but he, Gary, Uncle Gary, the loser of the family, had been the one who had jabbed his cock into that tight, young twat.
That made him think that he had gotten the better of that guy in a way.
He had excused himself right after his sister and brother-in-law had gotten home, had gone out to drive around and feel the youth that coursed through his blood that hot afternoon. He was thinking of what he could do with the rest of the afternoon.
And then he remembered Sunnie, the wealthy woman who lived in the best part of town.
He had picked her up just a few nights before and he had gone home with her to fuck her in her small-town palace. She had been big and sexy and yearning under him. He had really liked that fucking.
And, with all of that youth in his system, he felt like fucking again. He thought that he would be able to get it up all the time on this hot day. He drove toward Sunnie's home and hoped that she was home, that she would be able to welcome him with her opened, sexy arms.
He felt like getting another pussy that afternoon, another notch on his sexual six-shooter.
Gary laughed again when he thought of that concept. And it felt good to laugh. He thought that the youth that he had in his thirty-year-old body had something to do with his laughter.
He could not remember a time when he had felt more like laughing, more alive and more filled with sexual power.
He thought that it would be fun to share some of that sexual power with Sunnie.
After Norma had come, Sunnie lay there on the bed, waiting for her black maid to service her.
But Norma moved off the bed and started to dress. Sunnie sat up naked there and looked at the woman.
"Where are you going?" she asked, not believing that Norma would leave her so unfulfilled.
"Gotta leave early," the black woman said. "Orval is taking me to dinner tonight. Course, I am going to pay. But he is taking me in his car. He has got himself a pink car. Real pink.
Everybody stares when he drives around."
"Wait a minute!" the wealthy, white woman yelped. "What about my pussy? What about my pleasure? Aren't you going to go down on me?"
"Can't today, honey-child," the black woman said.
"Why, you nigger bitch," the big-titted woman snarled. "I ought to fire your nigger ass."
"But you won't," Norma said with a grin. "You won't cause you like what I do to you."
And then Norma was out of the room in a dash, running for the door.
Sunnie lay back in her bed and curled her fingers into two fists. She beat at the soft mattress and muttered to herself.
"Nigger bitch. Nigger slut. Fucking, nigger whore. Leave me like this when I am still needing."
And then Sunnie knew that she was going to cry. The need and the anger mixed together in her head and the only way that she could relieve them was to cry.
She turned over on her stomach and her big tits and she pressed her face into her pillow.
And she started to bawl like a baby as she thought of all that need that she had in her body.
She cried until she heard the man's soft voice behind her.
"Oh, Gee, Sunnie, didn't mean to come in on you like this."
The wealthy, young woman turned around with a jerk and looked at the blond man who was standing there. It was Gary, the guy who had picked her up a couple of nights before.
She smiled through her tears when she saw him standing red-faced like that at her bedroom door.
"I ran into your maid coming in and she told me that you were up here, but she did not say that you were naked or anything. She just said that I should go right on up."
And then the young man started to look over the naked body again. He had fucked this woman once, but that had been at night, in the near darkness of the room.
Now, in the light of the late afternoon, he studied those big tits and that sexy flesh.
That made his cock grow hard in his pants. That made him feel even more shame and restlessness. He backed toward the door still staring at her naked body, and he muttered to her.
"Listen, I will wait downstairs and let you get dressed. Okay, Sunnie?" He was shivering.
And, when Sunnie saw that shivering, she smiled and sat up. She sniffed back her tears and she thought that this was just the kind of relief that she needed.
"Fuck no," she said. "You will not do anything like that. Come on, Baby. Get off those clothes and come fuck me."
When Gary heard those words, he grinned boyishly and nodded his head.
"Okay, Sunnie," he said. "That sounds just great by me."
As the young man took off his clothes, Sunnie looked at him and thought at Norma.
That black, little bitch had sent him up there to her bedroom, knowing that she was naked in the room, thinking that she would shame her white mistress in some way. She did not even know who Gary was. But, instead of shaming Sunnie, she had given her the chance to get some sexual relief.
Sunnie remembered what the night had been like with this young man. He had been very good in bed, she remembered. He would not leave her unsatisfied, the way that Norma had.
She would have to thank Norma on Monday, when the black bitch came to work again.
She would live to tell the black woman that the man who had come into her bedroom had given her the best fucking of her life, whether Gary really did or not.
But, as Gary started to pull off his trousers, she looked at him and thought that it might not be a lie. He had been pretty good a few nights before and something about his style now told Sunnie that he would be even better this time.
When he was naked, Gary stood there and smelled his own body odor.
Then he looked at that big-titted woman and he thought that she deserved something better than a smelly guy like he was. He smiled at her and he said, "Let's take a shower together, okay, Sunnie?' And the big-titted woman beamed and moved off the bed. She remembered the way that she always felt in the shower, in the mist of the steam. Yes, it would be good to take a shower with this thin, blond man, she thought.
And she did not care about the drought. She was going to use all the water that she wanted to use.
"Yeah," she said, standing there. "Let's go get good and clean. Then we can fuck and get all dirty again."
The young man laughed and followed her into the bathroom.
Later, when they were clean and dry, Sunnie handed Gary some cologne that she had in the bathroom. She had bought it for her husband a couple of years before, but it had ever been opened. Gary opened it and splashed some of the cologne on as Sunnie put on just a dab of perfume.
Then they looked at each other and they laughed and they opened the bathroom door and dashed for the bed, the big, soft bed of lust that they would share.
Sunnie beat him to the bed and lay there, waiting for him to pounceher.
And Gary did pounce. He jumped down next to her and lay there and looked at her.
She thought that his blue eyes had a special youthful sparkle to them that afternoon, and she ran her fingers through his blond beard and pulled his face close to hers.
They kissed, and, as they kissed, they turned in the bed so that Gary could hold her body close to his and feel those big tits moving against his thin chest.
Holding the woman close like that, Gary felt a new power, a new strength surge through his body. He had already had a teenager that day, his own niece, and now the young man was determined to have this more mature woman, to show Sunnie just how strong and youthful he had become on that hot, dry afternoon.
He hugged the big-titted woman close and then he released her and smiled at her.
"I want to lick your pussy," he said. "That would be a good way to start."
Sunnie nodded. She agreed with him entirely. She remembered that Norma had not licked her pussy that afternoon. That black bitch, the white woman thought. But then Sunnie figured that there was some kind of poetic justice working there, some kind of strange connection. Norma had let Gary into the house and now Gary was naked and moving down between the big-titted, young widow's outstretched legs.
He did not spend any time on preliminaries, on sucking those tits are licking her flesh.
Gary could tell that there was a hunger in this woman. He could sense it, and she seemed to yearn for this pussy-licking more than anything else.
He moved between those legs and looked at that little cunt. It was so small, he thought, and Sunnie was almost an Amazon. That pussy size amazed him, but he liked it just the same.
He ran his fingers over those pink lips and felt the softness and the wetness there.
That made the woman moan with pleasure and she pulled her legs even further apart.
Then the young bearded man put his mouth against that tiny, pink pussy. The woman moaned again and reached down and touched his head as he licked those pussy lips, worked his tongue around there slowly.
And then he spread those pink lips and looked inside her sweet and tiny cavern. That pinkness drew Gary into her. He rammed his tongue into her and made the big, sexy woman jump on the bed and yelp with passion.
"Oh! Gary! Good! Gary!"
He moved his hands up over her stomach and ran his fingers through that cunt hair.
Gary sniffed the aroma of her twat as he moved the tongue more deeply into her and felt the pussy quake around his entering manliness. He thought about how she would quake around another part of him too, when he entered there. That would make him feel very good and young.
But he felt young already, really. He felt youthful and zestful as he moved his tongue into her hole.
And Sunnie started to churn as she felt his throbbing tongue into her tight cunt.
She squirmed with mindless pleasure, almost losing any thought of where she was or what was happening to her. She almost murmured Norma's name, but she was able to catch herself before she did that, because she was touching Gary's head and she felt that soft blond hair. She knew then that it was not Norma at all who was down there licking out her cunt.
She had never liked men all that much, but she thought that this thin, young man had something special. She wished that he could have been one of her husbands and not a drifter. As he pulled his tongue out of her tiny hole, she sighed with passionate joy.
"Oh, Gary, this is grand. Suck my clit, Gary. Get me all juicy there and make me come."
The young man looked up from between her legs and ran his tongue over her clit while he did that.
He could not understand how Sunnie could be juicier than she was at that very moment. But he let the juice from her flaming twat move into his mouth and he watched as she moved her hands up to her big tits. She moved those tits back and forth, and she looked a little bit like a mountain, he thought, a mountain of flesh in an earthquake of lust.
In his fantasy, he thought that she might even fall apart, crumble to bits as the lust grew in her. He licked that clitoris with a forceful, youthful movement of his tongue and he thought that that was just the kind of feverish fantasy that a really youthful might have.
"Suck it, Gary," the big-titted woman moaned as she tossed there on the bed. "Suck my hot clit and make me come. I need it, Gary. You don't know how much I need it."
And the young man pulled the juicy morsel of fresh into his lips and started to suck on it.
And then the young woman put her legs over his shoulders and pressed down hard on them.
As he sucked her, Gary fought the pressure that she was putting on him. He wanted to show Sunnie just how strong he was. He started to move up on the bed, to rise up with his lips still tightly around that cunt. As the big-titted woman was tilted back on her shoulders, she squealed a little but she had too much sexual tension and heat in her to be really frightened. And, besides, she could trust Gary. Gary was strong with youth.
In a few minutes, the young man with the blond beard was on his knees and Sunnie was almost standing on her head, tossing back on her shoulders and feeling that juice and that heat fill her cunt. She tossed about and loved the way that he was sucking her.
And then she felt the heat charging through her, heading up to her pussy as she tighted the hold that she had on Gary with her legs. And she came.
She squirmed even more when she had her orgasm. Gary knew what was happening. He held her up with his strong, young arms and he sucked that clit and let the woman experience all of it.
When her orgasm was finished, he gently laid her down on the bed and then looked down on her.
She sighed and Gary licked his lips and smiled at her.
"You have such a tight pussy," he said. "Such a little cunt."
"Do you like them little?" the big-titted woman asked.
"Why yes. I like little cunts. They seem so young. And then he smiled again at the woman who lay there, resting after her coming.
The woman studied Gary. There was that soft film of new perspiration on his body, but he really did look clean. She remembered the way that he had held her in the steaming shower.
They had both gotten clean together in that special way.
And Sunnie smiled at the clean, young man as he knelt there. She wanted to do something for him now. She wanted to repay him for the way that he had come to her and had given her her pleasure.
It seemed to Sunnie that he was like a Prince Charming, who had come to her when she was in distress.
And she wished that she could keep him, but a good Prince Charming can never be kept. She knew that. They were all drifters, all movers. She ran her eyes down his body and looked at his meaty cock. Then she smiled. She knew just how she would repay him.
She gave him her best, girlish smile, the kind that her old husband had always called her princess smile.
And then Sunnie moved on the bed and slipped around and took his cock in her hand. She wrapped her fingers around it and held it as Gary moved back on the bed, moved back and lay down flat so that she could work on him more easily.
He knew just what she was going to do. He wanted that, and he was so clean.
Sunnie thought that she could ask for nothing better there in the middle of a summer drought.
She moved her face over his loins. She looked at the like brown hair that grew above his cock. Then she pressed her face against that hair. She felt the cock in her hand as she stroked it. And she pressed that stiffening meat against her own cheek as she licked the brown hair with her wet and lively tongue. Gary moaned when she did that and she knew that he enjoyed it.
Then she moved to the other side of the cock. She pressed that prick back against his fat stomach and she licked the balls that seemed to pop out from between his legs to greet her.
And Gary groaned again when she did that. He tossed slightly on the bed and he moved his legs far apart. He spoke to her in a soft and lusty voice.
"Sunnie, you have the best tongue in Victory. I feel so young when you like me like that."
And she complimented him too.
"And you are so clean, Gary. So clean that I just want to eat your body up." She looked up and she smiled when she said that.
Then she went back to licking the balls.
She moved her tongue up the underside of the quickening shaft. She licked him slowly, letting the male passion grow in his body. He groaned a little as she pulled the cock upright. She thought that it was like a tower, a tower that should be standing over a beautiful city. And she opened her lips and took the tip of that tower into her. She pressed her lips around that tower and Gary sighed with joy. Then she took her mouth off the tower and licked the piss slit as the man squirmed on the bed. She tasted the sweetness of the fluid that was there, and she knew that there was certainly more sweetness in Gary.
She opened her mouth wide and she went down on his cock. She moved her face close to his body, taking the whole thing into her. She tightened her hold on the cock and she felt the man moving on the bed. Then she started to come up on the man-root, feeling its stiffness and its hardness escape her mouth and knowing that that cock had power, real and lusty power.
When she moved her mouth off the cock, she looked up at him. She studied that blond hair and she thought that that soft hair could never burn, could never catch on fire and make her giggle. She could not imagine ever giggling at this young stud.
"Stud," she murmured. "You are a stud, Gary."
She wanted him to know that she appreciated him like that.
He smiled down on her as she repeated it to him.
"Gary, you are such a stud. Your cock is wonderful and you fuck and suck so well."
"Thank you, Sunnie," he said. "I fucked my own niece this afternoon."
He was not sure why he had said that. It just seemed to pop out. But, now that it was out, he was glad that he had told her. He wanted her to know the reason for his youthful vigor.
"Your own niece?" she asked with a smile. "Was she sexy, Gary?"
"Very sexy and very young. She has big tits and long, dark hair."
"Really?"
Gary wondered if he should tell this woman any more, wondered if he should let her know about the way that Terri had beaten him and beaten her teenaged friends.
And then he decided not to tell her that. Every family, he thought, should have its secrets.
Sunnie decided to play with the young man a little bit. She continued to massage his pole of flesh as she said, "I guess I must seem very old to you then, Gary, coming after your young niece."
"No," he said, "you don't seem old at all. You are beautiful, Sunnie."
And the woman blushed with the compliment and moved her face down next to the cock and kissed the side of the thing.
Then she looked into Gary's blue eyes again and she said, "Fuck me. Fuck me, please, Gary."
"Sure thing," he said.
He already had this fucking all planned out. He knew just how he would do that to show her that he was still young, that he was wild and strong and filled with manly youth.
He moved off the bed and he stood next to it. Sunnie looked up at him for a second, and he could see from the expression in her eyes that she did not know what he planned to do with her now.
He reached out and took her legs and pulled her pussy toward the edge of the bed.
Then she smiled. Then the big-titted, young widow understood.
He was going to fuck her like that. She lay there at the edge of the bed and she lifted her legs and moved them up against his chest. She felt his hands under her buns, raising her up.
And she sighed when that big cock went right into her. She tossed and grabbed her tits and felt impaled, impaled on that huge and meaty thing.
Gary slid all of his mnly flesh into her pussy, feeling its tightness and its sweetness around his cock.
And then he thought that it was strange that this big woman's pussy was actually much smaller than Terri's. That tiny, tight hole reminded him of youth, and he liked that.
As he felt her legs against his chest, as he started to work back and forth in her cunt, he groaned out the word that was special to him-and special to Sunnie too, he thought.
And then he closed his eyes and fucked her in earnest.
And in the pussy too.
As he fucked her, he moved his fingers up her ass and over the small of her back.
When Gary did that the woman wiggled and sighed and slammed her pussy against his cock.
She worked with him, against his body. She fucked with all the skill of a mature and sexy lover.
And Gary continued to step back as he fucked her. He moved his hands up her back and started to lift her. She was big, but he knew that he could handle it. He was strong, he thought, strong with youth and with desire for this woman.
And she responded to his strength. As he lifted her off the bed, she sighed and reached out for him and put her hands on his shoulder and pulled herself up.
Then Gary moved back and stood there in the middle of the floor. Sunnie's legs were around his waist and she was jiggling up and down on his cock. Gary kept shoving his hips up, slamming his prick deep into her pussy.
And he felt those big tits against his body, moving there with their softness and their sexiness.
She blew in his face. Her breath was sweet and cool.
As he fucked her, Gary looked over her shoulder and saw the sun sinking slowly in the, west.
And he moaned softly to her and felt her tight sweetness around his cock and her arms and her legs around his body.
And he felt proud because he was holding her up like this. He felt very strong.
Sunnie bounced for joy on his prick, bounced there in his arms.
And she thought that she should thank Norma on Monday, thank that black bitch for sending this Prince Charming to her, this drifter with all that youthful, burning strength.
She kissed Gary's mouth and felt his cock explode with male lust in her pussy.
And then she started to come too.
DANCING GIRL
The bar was crowded when Gary Yaerger walked in that night. Most of the patrons were male, and they were all looking at Linda Moore, the sexy, little blonde with the short hair and the cute smile.
But most of them were not noticing that smile as they watched Linda. They were looking at her tits. Those round, little things that bounced up and down attracted every male eye as she danced there on the little stage in just her sheer, brief panties.
She was moving around, simulating certain fucking motions. She had a good act, one that could turn on most men. Gary smiled as he stood next to the bar and watched her act. She would purse her lips and close her eyes for a minute and it was easy for a man to watch her closely and think that she was moving just as she would move if she fucked him.
But Gary had fucked Linda Moore, and he knew that her fucking motions were a little different, more wild and savage than her dancing. He sat down at the bar and ordered a beer.
He was not even sure why he had come here this night. He had already fucked two women that day, his teenaged niece and a mature, big-titted woman. He figured that he would not fuck Linda at all. He just liked watching her work up there on the stage and he thought that this bar was a nice place to spend a hot night.
The big-titted woman had actually given him money before he had left her house. She was very wealthy. She could afford it. But Gary felt a little strange when he put his hand in his pocket and felt that money there.
Then he shrugged his shoulders and remembered that he had needed the money anyway.
And, if she wanted to pay him for a good fucking, one that he had enjoyed just as much as she had, it was probably all right. If he felt a little bit like a whore, the blond, young man thought, then he would just remember that most people were whores in one way or another.
He paid for his beer out of that money that the woman had given him. Then he turned on his stool and watched Linda dance some more.
She was on her knees on the stage, twisting around. And she was doing his favorite part of her act. She had the sheer, see-through robe that she had worn when she came on stage in her hand. She pulled some of that robe out from her fist and she worked her hand up and down on that material until it stood up straight, like a cock.
Some of the men in the audience laughed when she did that. Then she started to take that material into her mouth slowly. It was so wonderfully obscene that the men could not help but applaud her. She made all the moves right, just as if she were sucking a cock. She took more and more of the material into her mouth and then she started to work her lips up and down on the material. And then her blue eyes grew very big in fake surprise. The men roared with laughter, even Gary, who had seen the act so many times. She looked as if the man had just come into her mouth quickly. She swallowed and swallowed, but she kept those blue eyes wide.
And the men in the crowd applauded her act and cheered her. As the music slowed to a screeching halt, she jumped up and took her bow and then she moved behind the curtains.
The men cheered her and applauded her. Gary figured that she would be out in a few minutes, wearing something soft and clinging over her body. She would hustle for a few drinks there in the club and she might even find the time to talk to him.
While he waited for Linda Moore to get dressed, he looked around and he saw Mary Marsha standing over to the side of the bar. She was the owner of that place, a tall, attractive, dark-haired woman with a hard edge to her personality. He knew Mary Marsha and, when she noticed Gary sitting there, she came over to him.
She slapped the back of the man who was sitting on the stool next to Gary. The man was a little fat guy with glasses who was wearing a black suit, like an undertaker.
"Move it, Buddy," she said firmly. "I own this joint and I want to talk to my buddy here."
And the guy did not even look up. He just moved off the stool and took his drink and walked down to the other end of the bar. That was the way that Mary Marsha affected some men, Gary thought. She scared the shit out of them. She had not scared him that night that they had fucked on the floor of her house a couple of weeks ago, but she had been stoned that night. And Gary knew that, beneath that hard surface, there was a great deal of need in that woman.
"Hey, Gary," she said, "want to come home with me tonight for a return engagement?"
"Sorry, Mary Marsha," he said, thinking that it was strange that he had never heard anyone refer to her as just Mary. "I have another engagement for late tonight. After midnight."
"Oh," she said, with a knowing smile, "you are going to Roy's party out by the lake then?"
"You know about that party'; '
"Shit yes," the woman said. "Most of the studs in town are going to be there. Roy's parties are very popular with a certain kind of stud. But I honestly didn't think that you were the kind who went for young flesh that much."
"I go for anything, Mary Marsha," the blond young man said.
"Well, I am thirty-five," the woman said, "and you sure made me feel good the other night when you gave me a few turns with your old gut-wrench."
Gary laughed at the phrase but enjoyed the compliment. As he laughed, Mary Marsha made a sign to the bartender. The drink was in front of her in just a few seconds. She sipped on it and she looked at Gary closely.
"You come here to see Linda, maybe?" she asked. "I hear that you and Linda had a little thing out by the lake the other afternoon."
"Jesus, Mary Marsha," the man said. "I think that you hear about everything."
"My dancers don't keep secrets from me," she said.
"You jealous, Mary Marsha?"
"Fuck no, Gary. You are probably more than I can handle anyway."
She turned away and waved at a man across the bar, but Gary could tell that she was a little jealous. Mary Marsha probably felt old and did not like the idea that he was going after girls like Linda and even younger ones while she was left wanting in the bar and at her home.
"Hey, Clarence," she yelped at a man in the crowd, "you old cuss! Get the fuck out of here! I don't want no college professors hanging around this bar!"
And then she laughed. Gary knew that she was just making a bad joke.
She turned back to Gary and grinned and then she sipped her drink.
"If you come over some morning," she said, touching Gary's thigh with her hand, "I will let you ride my motorcycle."
Mary Marsha had a big motorcycle. She rode it everywhere. Gary knew that.
He smiled.
"But you would let me ride more than just that, right, Mary Marsha?"
"Right," she said with a wink. "You can have this nooky-pie any time you want it."
And Gary laughed again. She had a sweet but vulgar way of talking.
And she seemed to be a talking mood tonight. She sipped on her drink again and then she said, "Did I ever tell you about my husband?"
"Nope. Not much. I know that you have a little boy, but-"
"Yeah," she said sarcastically, "and I was married once too. My little boy ain't no fucking bastard, Gary Yaerger. His father and I were married legally in front of a justice of the peace in Little Rock, Arkansas."
She was trying to act angry with him, but Gary knew that she was just playing with him.
She smiled and closed her eyes.. "
"My little boy. He is something special, you know. You didn't see him the night that I brought you over because he was staying with my mother. But he is four years old and he is sharp as a tack. I tell you. You know, I run around naked a lot in the house. I don't think that there is anything wrong with the human body. Sometimes I take showers with my little boy. And, one day, we were in the shower and he was playing with his little prick and he asked me what that was. And I told him that it was a penis. And then he looked at my cunt and he noticed that he had one and I didn't. He asked me what happened to my penis and I told him that girls didn't have penises. And he looked up real sad like and he said, 'Oh, I am sorry, Mommy.' And he hugged me like he was trying to make me feel better. Ain't that sweet, Gary?"
"Yeah," the guy said, "sweet."
But Gary was actually thinking that, if his mother had ever gotten into the shower with him, he would have gotten scared and pissed all over himself.
But then he remembered that he had fucked his own niece that afternoon.
There had been nothing wrong with that, and he would not have minded taking a shower with his sexy, teenaged niece. Perhaps he was more like Mary Marsha than he would care to admit.
"But I started to tell you about my husband," the woman continued. "He was not worth much. I got myself a lawyer, a fag lawyer from St. Louis and I told that fag lawyer that I wanted a divorce. But I told that fag that I didn't want anything from my husband, just the divorce, no money and no nothing. Well, he minced around his desk and he informed me that he was a very good lawyer, that he was a very expensive lawyer too. And he said that, if I just wanted a divorce, I could get some kid fresh out of law school or a drunk in the gutter to represent me. But, if I was going to get him to represent me in court, we were going to take my husband to the cleaners. Well, I had ever thought about that at all. I had always thought that I would just get rid of him and that would be enough. But the lawyer convinced me. By the time I left that fag's office, I was thinking that my husband was the biggest bastard in the world and deserved to be fucking executed for all the trouble that he had caused me. And, when we got into court, I wore something that made me look like Whistler's mother and I go the house and the cars and all of the furniture. My husband left me with his clothes and a clock radio. I have felt sort of guilty about that ever since, but he made a lot of money the next year, so I guess that he did not hurt that badly for that long. Anyway, after I got all of that from the judge, I wanted to thank the fag lawyer in a special way, tried to get him in bed. You know that son-of-a-bitch turned his nose up at me like I was a piece of garbage. I hated that fag lawyer then. I paid him off and two months later, when he was beaten up in St. Louis by one of his fag friends, I heard about it and I sent him a card saying congratulations. I thought that that was sort of funny."
And Gary laughed too, but he was already looking around, wondering why Linda Moore had not come out to hustle drinks from the customers.
But Mary Marsha just kept talking. She was probably high on pills, Gary thought.
"So you are going to Roy's party, huh?" she said. "Did I ever tell you about the time that I fucked Roy?"
"Uh, no you didn't," Gary muttered, still glancing around, looking for cute, blonde Linda.
"I went to college with Roy, you know. Yeah, I was a philosophy major and he took this philosophy class. He wasn't a major, but he was real smart. I could tell that right away. He delivered this paper in class on Aristotle and I listened to it and I thought then that I just had to fuck that guy. I mean, he knew more about Aristotle than the fucking professor did, and he had such good ideas. And a good voice too, really captivated you when he spoke to you. I always thought that he would make a good professor himself, but he dropped out of school before he graduated. I think they caught him with some professor's wife or something. Anyway, I went up to him after that class and I was really brazen. I figured that that was the only way to get a man who knew that much about Aristotle. I said, 'Hey, Roy, would you like to come out to the parking lot and fuck my brains out.' And he did not even flinch. He just grinned and said that he would surely like that a lot. We went out to my car in the parking lot. It was a night class and it was pretty late when we got out. We crawled into that back seat and we took off our clothes and we fucked like a couple of teenagers. Let me tell you something about Roy, Gary. He has one of the biggest cocks that I have ever seen. I mean, fucking huge and he knows how to use it too. When he strokes the old furnace in a girl's pussy, she just has to come. Yeah, he was something that night. I thought that I was going to die. He kept stroking me and I kept coming and coming and coming. I thought that it would never stop. And I didn't want it to stop either. He knew so much about Aristotle and he fucked like-"
"Listen," Gary said, breaking into her mindless monologue. "Is Linda coming out to talk to the customers or not?"
Mary Marsha just stared at him for a second. Gary knew that he had said the wrong thing, that the woman was jealous again. But he did not really care. Mary Marsha had been good, but Gary thought that he had sort of out-grown her this day.
"You really stuck on her, Gary?" Mary Marsha asked.
"Well, no," he said. "It is just that I would like to talk to her."
"Do you really want to know what she is doing?" Mary Marsha asked in a sinister tone.
"Yeah. Yeah, I do," Gary said.
"I don't guess that you noticed that about ten guys went back in a back room right after she finished her act, did you?" Mary Marsha said.
He could almost feel the sharpness of her tone like a knife against his face.
He looked around. He had not noticed anything, but there had been more men in that bar a few minutes before. He noticed it now.
"Is she fucking all those guys back there?" Gary asked, his voice growing a little nervous. "Is she, Mary Marsha?"
"No, she is just fucking one guy back there. The others are watching."
"What?"
"The guys who watch, they pay good money. Lots of money. But I am going to let you see it for free. I want to let you know just what kind of tramp that blonde bitch is."
Mary Marsha moved off the stool and motioned for Gary to follow her.
The blond, young man did follow, but he did that slowly, a bit hesitantly.
He had known that Linda was sort of wild. But he had never thought that she would be that wild, that she would fuck in public with a bunch of men watching her.
Mary Marsha moved toward a door in the back. A big, black man was standing in front of that door, but he stepped aside as the owner of the bar approached.
Mary Marsha jerked her finger back over her shoulder and said, "This jerk is with me."
And the black man grinned at Gary while the blond man with the beard blushed.
"You missed about half the show, I guess," he said.
And Gary felt a tightness in his throat as Mary Marsha opened the door. She turned back and winked at him. She was definitely enjoying this, he thought, enjoying the pain that she was going to put him through.
She was getting some kind of sweet revenge on him. She stood aside and let him enter the room. He walked in slowly and looked around.
The room was bathed in blue light and filled with smoke. He gagged on that smoke and he looked at all the men who were sitting around in chairs. One of them looked back at him and grinned.
"Hey, Gary, you're late," he said.
It was a red-faced guy named Fig. Gary knew him slightly.
The young man shivered and turned his face away from Fig's.
The man looked like some kind of mad, mongrel dog in that light, Gary thought.
The blond, young man felt Mary Marsha pushing him. He stumbled closer to the circle and he looked over the other men's heads.
And then he saw Linda Moore and the guy out there, bathed in that blue light.
She was sucking on the guy's cock!
They were both naked!
And they were putting on this show for all those lusting men!
Gary looked around at the men. He noticed that they were not talking, not doing anything. They made no sound except for the gasping sound of heaving breathing. They were all busy concentrating on the show. Even Fig, who had spoken to him earlier, was staring at Linda and that guy in the blue light now.
And Gary looked closely at that blue light. He was fat, so fat. He must have weighed four hundred pounds. And his cock looked like a piece of rat fat meat in Linda's mouth.
Gary shivered and thought that he was going to throw up.
And then he looked at the guy's face. He recognized him, one of the bouncers in Mary Marsha's club. His name was Mountain Kelly and he was a sweating, dirty, mass of blubber.
How could she do that? he wondered.
How could she suck on Mountain Kelly's cock. Gary thought that that made the show even more degenerate. If the man in the show with Linda had been handsome and strong and well-built, if he had been something like Gary himself, then the blond, young man thought that he would have been able to stand it.
But Mountain Kelly?
The man was sighing and gasping as Linda sucked on his prick.
The pretty, little blonde girl was working her mouth up and down on that rod of fat flesh.
And then Linda took her mouth off his cock and looked over Mountain's huge, greasy belly and spoke to him, spoke in a voice that everyone in that room could hear.
"You have a good cock, a real good cock," she said.
Gary gasped.
She had said the same thing to him.
He could feel the tension in his face and he could feel the revulsion in the pit of his stomach.
The young, blond man turned away from the girl and walked back toward the door.
Mary Marsha stuck out her hand and stopped him there. She spoke softly to him, while she smiled at his pain.
"What's the matter, Gary?" she asked. "Is the show too hot for you?"
"Get out of my way, bitch," he snarled.
He would have hit her right there, but Gary did not want to cause a scene, and he knew that, if he did hit Mary Marsha, her bouncers would come in and beat the crap out of him. He looked at her dark eyes and he thought that it might almost be worth it. But then he pushed her away and moved out the door.
The black man at the door was surprised to see him come running out. "Show over, already?" he asked.
Gary did not answer him.
He just ran through the bar and out the door. He headed for his car in the hot, dry night. But, before he got to that car, he stopped and fell on his hands and knees in the parking lot.
And he threw his guts up.
CAMPUS CUTIE
It happened when he was in college, the thing that changed his life.
It was not that he had never fucked a girl before. He had been fucking since he was a senior in high school. Girls thought that he was cute because he was blond and thin and a little shy with them at first. He had discovered early that he could work that shyness for all that it was worth and bring out the maternal instinct in a sixteen or seventeen year old sweetheart.
But this happened when he was twenty years old, a junior in college.
And he thought when he remembered it that it might have been the reason that he had never graduated college. After that night, things like college degrees did not seem that important to him any longer.
Every fall, the college had a campus carnival, two nights when the campus would be cluttered with booths and little games for the students to play. There was the kissing booth of course and there were the rings that students could try to throw over bottles and win worthless, little prizes.
But that year there was something different, something that the college had never had before.
It was the little tent at the edge of the campus, the sideshow that was sponsored by one of the women's dormitories.
Gary had just been walking around the campus that night by himself, feeling a little depressed because he had just broken up with one of his girlfriends. He strolled across the campus when he heard the two boys walking next to him. They were talking about that tent.
"Wasn't that something? Bet the dean would close it down if he knew what was going on there," one of the boys said.
"Yeah. And right here on the campus too. I didn't think that girls would do that on the campus."
"Well, it is at the edge of the campus. Maybe that makes some difference. You know girls are funny about stuff like that."
When Gary heard that conversation, he knew that he would have to walk over there and investigate the show.
He strolled over and stood in front of the tent while one student, a political science major, a guy, played the role of sideshow barker for the crowd.
"They shimmy. They shake. They crawl on their bellies like snakes. They turn every which way that a girl can turn and then they start turning all over again. Step right up, folks. Just one dime. One tenth of a dollar. And you will see the greatest dancers in the world, straight from Egypt. Straight from India. It is an exotic art, folks, and it should not be missed."
Most of the people in the crowd were guys. They laughed at the student's routine.
The guys who were with their dates felt their girlfriends tugging at their sleeves.
But the young men who were alone that night, the ones like Gary, put down their dimes and went into the tent.
Inside, there was not much. A few chairs and a little makeshift stage.
The guys filled the tent, laughing and joking with their friends, calling across the tents to other friends. They drank soft drinks and they munched on candy and they waited.
And none of them knew what they were waiting for. They just hoped that it would be fun.
Gary ended up sitting next to a sophomore named Robert, an intense, dark, young man who always wore a tie and a white shirt. Gary looked at Robert that night and saw that, even there, even at the carnival, Robert was dressed as if he were going to church.
And then the music started, strange music that seemed to sneak out of a record player.
A hush fell over the crowd of young, male college students and the girls moved into the tent from the back.
There were three of them. One, with short dark hair, was wearing a harem outfit with a little sheer bikini under it. Gary could see her nipples through her bodice. She danced like a fury, tossing her head back and letting go there on the stage.
Another one, a thin, pale girl with long, brown hair, wore a similar costume.
She danced too, but she seemed to enjoy flirting with the guys in the audience. She winked at them as she moved her body and let her tits slip out of her harem costume slowly.
She was a real tease. Gary knew that right away.
But she seemed to be the girl that most of the guys were looking at. They were punching each other and laughing and Gary knew that, soon, those guys would be cheering that teasing girl.
But Gary did not watch her that much. He concentrated on the third girl, the one who seemed a little frightened. She stood near the back of the stage and danced a little in her harem costume, but she seemed to be hoping that no one would notice her.
She had big, dark eyes and black hair was was short and seemed stretched across the top of her head. She had a nice body, even though she was a little small. Gary watched her as she danced and he could tell that she did not like it, not like the other two did. His heart went out to her. He wished that he could jump up on that stage and save her. And he recognized her from around the school. But he did not know her name.
As the boys in the tent started to clap and cheer for the tempting girl with the long, blonde hair, Gary glanced at Robert. The young man in the white shirt had taken off his tie. He sat there with the thing curled in his hand like a rope and he seemed to be in pain.
He was sweating and he seemed to be growling a little bit under his breath.
Gary felt uneasy sitting next to him. He thought that Robert was a little dangerous.
So the young, blond student got up and walked out of the tent. He stood outside and took a deep breath. And then he thought more and more about that shy, dark-haired girl in the back of the stage. He worried about her. He thought that, if Robert went crazy and killed someone that night, it would be that girl. That was just the kind of luck that shy girls in harem costumes had.
And Gary suddenly felt the need to save her from some kind of terrible fate.
He moved around behind the tent and listened to the music and the cheering in there.
He planned it out quickly. When the girls were finished, he would escort that shy one back to her dormitory. That was the gentlemanly thing to do. And, if Robert attacked them, waving that tie like a sword in the middle of the night, he would fight off that neat, young man.
He stood off in the shadows and waited for the music to stop.
When it did, he heard the raucous cheering inside and then he saw the back flap of the tent open. The three girls rushed out and moved across the green grass there.
Gary stepped out into the light and the girls saw him.
One of them, the dark-haired one who had concentrated so much on her dancing, screamed.
Gary almost ran when he heard that scream, but then he moved closer to them.
"Don't worry. I am just a student here," the young man gasped.
"Oh, I thought that you were some kind of pervert," the concentrating girl said.
And the other, teasing girl giggled. The shy one just looked at him.
"No," Gary said. "Robert is the pervert. He wears a tie."
"What?" one of the girls barked at him.
"Never mind. Never mind. I am sorry that I frightened you."
The concentrating girl spoke to the teasing one.
"Let's get back to the dorm. It is cold out here in these things."
And the two girls started to run across the green, toward the dormitory where they lived.
But they left the shy girl behind, as if they had not noticed that she was with them.
And the girl just looked up at Gary with those big, dark eyes. .
"Hi," he said. "My name is Gary."
"I am Anne," she said, still looking up into his eyes. "Your eyes are very blue."
"Yes, I know." And then Gary cleared his throat. "I could tell that you were not really enjoying dancing like that."
"I only did it because Debbie got sick. She was supposed to dance but she caught a cold or something."
"Oh."
And then there was more silence there in the green. Gary just looked at this girl and he thought that she was very nice, that she did not seemed to be frightened of him at all.
He liked that. He was not the kind of guy who wanted to scare girls.
"I thought that I would walk you back to the dorm," he muttered.
"Me?"
"Yes."
"Most guys don't like to walk with me. They like those other two better."
"Well, I like you, Anne. Can I walk you back to the dorm?"
"Do you have a car?" she asked suddenly.
"Yes."
"Can we go for a ride. I would rather do that than go to the dormitory right now," she said.
"Okay," Gary said with a smile. "My car is parked over on the next block."
Anne looked down at her scanty, harem costume. Then she looked up into Gary's blue eyes again.
"Why don't you go get the car?" she asked. "I will wait for you here."
"But what if Robert comes and tries to hurt you?" Gary asked.
"What?"
Then the young man realized that that was a silly notion.
He turned and started to run for his car.
"I will be right back," he said, looking over his shoulder as he ran.
And he almost tripped when he looked back at her that way.
When he got to the car, he suddenly thought that perhaps it was not a silly idea after all, that Robert might just try to hurt one of those girls. He jumped into his car and turned on the motor and drove back to that green behind the tent.
But, when he got there, Anne was standing in the grass, waiting for him.
She was not hurt at all. She smiled as she walked to the car and opened the passenger's door.
She got in and Gary asked her, "Where do you want to go?"
"I don't really care. I just don't want to go back to the dorm. Maybe to the lake."
"Okay. We can go and look at the lake,"
Gary said.
As he started to drive across the campus, he tried to find out more about this strange, shy girl.
"I have seen you around the campus, but I did not know your name," he said.
"I am only a freshman," she said.
"Do you have a major yet?"
"Yeah. I guess foreign language. I fucked a foreign language teacher."
When he heard her say that, he almost stopped the car with his shock.
He looked at her and tried to figure it out, how such a shy and small girl could say something like that. But the only thing that he could do was ask, "Which one?"
She winked at him.
"Come on, Gary. I am not the type to kiss and tell." She said it softly with a grin.
"Oh."
" "So your reputation is safe with me, blond stud."
"What?"
She reached out and moved her hand over his thigh. She felt his crotch.
Things were not working out as Gary had planned. He had seen that girl dancing like that and he had thought that she was shy and innocent. But she was acting like a little whore in this car. Usually, he would not have minded it if a girl had said things like that to him. But he had planned something else, had planned being a gentleman. It was hard for Gary to change his plans now. After all, he was only twenty. He had not yet learned to roll with the punches.
But he drove to the lake, just as he had promised her that he would.
When he pulled into one of the wooded areas around the lake and stopped the car, he turned to her.
"Listen, Anne, this is not what I planned at all," he muttered.
But she took his face in both of her hands and kissed him hard on the mouth.
She moved close to him and rubbed her little, harem tits against his chest.
Then she pulled away from him and looked at him as if she thought that he might have some disease.
"What's the matter, Gary? Don't you want it?"
"Want what?" he muttered, feeling the dryness in his mouth.
"Oh, you know," she said, tilting her head to one side. "Don't you want to fuck me? I mean, I would not ask you to marry me or something like that. You don't even have to speak to me if you see me on the campus. I will understand."
"Why in the world would you understand something like that?" he asked, shocked. "Of course, if I fucked you, I would speak to you on the campus."
"The foreign language teacher doesn't. And the other guys don't. I understand."
"But that is terrible! You shouldn't let them treat you like that, Anne!"
"Listen, youwant to "fuckor not? I think that you are cute. You got beautiful, blue eyes."
"But-"
"And, okay, if you speak to me on the campus, that is all right too. I will speak back."
"But-"
"Come on. Let's get out of the car. It will be more comfortable here on the ground."
"But-"
"You got a blanket in the car that we can lie on."
"Well, no."
"Strange. Most guys carry a blanket in their cars all the time. You should be more prepared, Gary. Like a boy scout, you know. Always be prepared for a hot pussy. Well, I guess we can do it on the grass. That might be fun."
"But, Anne-"
He reached out to her but she was already getting out of the car.
She stood on her side of the car and started to take off her harem costume. Gary could not think of anything else to do. He got out on his side and moved slowly around the car.
As she slipped out of the harem pants, she looked at him.
"Say, Gary, you a virgin?" she asked, studying him as he stood there.
"No," he said.
"You act sort of like a virgin, you know."
"Well, I'm not," Gary said in a firm voice. "Okay. Okay. Nothing to get upset about. How many girls you fucked."
"Well-"
"I fucked fourteen guys so far. Thirteen young guys and the foreign language teacher."
"But you seem so shy."
She stood there in her panties and her harem bodice and looked at him.
Finally, he had gotten it out, what bothered him about the way that she was acting. And she seemed to understand now why he was nervous, why he was not prepared.
"I am shy, Gary," she said.
"Why?"
"Because I know that the guys just want that one thing."
Gary did not say anything. He looked at Anne and knew that she was right.
Guys did just want that one thing. She was not a campus beauty. She was a little girl with dark, short hair and big eyes. He could see it clearly now. She had been used by all of those guys and she had grown to expect it, being used and fucked and then ignored.
"Anne," the young man muttered, "I don't want to be like all those other guys."
She just stared at him, as if she did not believe him.
"I am not saying that I love you or want to marry you or anything like that," Gary explained. "But I want to get to know you. I think that I could like you a lot, Anne."
"And you would speak to me on the campus?" she asked.
"Sure."
"You would maybe even take me out in public and have dinner with me or something?"
"Sure."
"Maybe even to a dance. You would take me to a dance?"
"Sure, Anne. I think that it would be fun to go to a dance with you."
"I don't dance so good."
"Neither do I," the young man said.
Anne stood there and Gary thought for a minute that she was going to cry.
"No guy ever took me to a dance. I remember my senior year I thought that this one guy Mark, was going to take me because he had fucked me quite a bit that year. But he did not ask me. He asked some other girl instead and I heard that he told his friends that he couldn't go to a dance with a punchboard and that was all that I was. He said that he would be embarrassed to be seen with me."
"That is terrible," Gary said softly. "I wouldn't be embarrassed to be seen with you, Anne."
She looked into his blue eyes and nodded her head.
"No," she said softly, "I don't think that you would be embarrassed at all, Gary."
Then she started to giggle. He just stood there and wondered what was so funny.
Finally, she got the words out with her giggles.
"Gary, you are cute, but you got no shame," she said. "What?"
"You have fucking lousy taste in women."
"Huh?"
"You would not mind being seen with me. Gary, I am well on my way to becoming a well-known punchboard on this campus too, just like in high school. Gary, you have no fucking shame at all."
By then, she was laughing so hard that she had to lean against the car to keep from falling down.
Gary looked at her and thought that that was very strange, that she would talk about herself in such a way. He hated her for hating herself so much. She was a pretty enough girl. She deserved to be more than just a punchboard, he thought.
But he had her out there by the lake or, rather, she had him out there, and Gary did not know what to do with her now, how to escape her without letting her drive him crazy.
Finally, she stopped laughing and stood up straight and started to take off her bodice.
She bared her small, firm tits at him and she grinned.
"Come on, Gary. You don't have to go to no fucking dance with me. Even if you ask me to a dance, I will not go. I just want to fuck, okay?"
"Okay," he snarled at her.
And he started to take off his clothes too. If that was all that she wanted from him, he could give it to her, he thought. He would fuck her and then drive her back to her dormitory and let her out and then forget all about her. As he opened his pants, he looked at Anne and he determined that, if he did see her on the campus, he would not speak to her. He would act as if she did not even exist.
She pushed her panties down her legs and then stood there naked on the soft, green grass and waited for him to get naked too.
Damn crazy bitch, Gary thought. Damn, crazy bit confused him too much.
He would give a damn good fucking and show her that he was no fucking virgin.
When Gary was naked, he just stood there. He would not move toward her. He would make her come to him. That was the way that it should be, he thought. That was the way that the crazy bitch probably expected it.
And the small, dark-haired girl did move toward him. She put her arms around his waist and ran her fingers over his ass and moved her loins against his and looked up and grinned.
"Good, Gary," she said. "Just fuck me. That is all that I am good for. I know that by now."
"Fucking right," he muttered.
And he grabbed her short, dark hair with his hand and tilted her head back roughly and brought his mouth down to hers and kissed her hard. She did not mind that roughness at all.
She opened her mouth to his tongue and continued to move her body against his.
She danced better out here naked than she did in the tent in her fucking harem costume, he thought.
As he worked his tongue around in her mouth, battling her tongue, and felt her body against his, churning and making his cock rise with manly hardness, he thought that he might fuck this bitch and leave her out here to find her way back to the campus by herself. She would probably not be surprised, even by that.
But then he knew that he was too good to do that, even to a girl like this, and he really could not understand why he hated her so much.
But he did hate her. He still hated her when he stopped kissing her and she pulled away from him slightly and looked down at his rod.
"I will suck you, Gary," she said.
And she did not wait for him to say that she could suck him. She just dropped to her knees in front of him and raised his stiffening cock with her hands. She worked her fingers up and down the thing as if it were some kind of flute, he thought.
And then Anne licked the end of the cock with her quick tongue.
When she did that, Gary felt a strange charge run through him. Even though this girl was obviously sick, she turned him on, and he knew that. In a way, he did feel like a virgin at that moment, and he thought that, for certain, no other fucking would ever mean as much to him as this one.
There was something about Anne that told Gary that she had style, a certain sick style, but style just the same. And his prick seemed to respond to that style as she opened hr lips and moved them over the tip of his prick.
When she put the pressure on his meat, he leaned back and looked at the moon and groaned to her.
He reached down and touched her dark hair. It felt a little greasy there in the moonlight.
But, when she started working back and forth on his prick, it was his rod that felt greasy, his rod and nothing else in the world. The cock grew hard and long very quickly.
He had to admit it. This strange, shy but vulgar girl knew how to suck a cock.
Her lips and her tongue seemed to be everywhere. She even used her teeth, clicking them against the side of the root and making him even harder.
Anne did things to him that no other girl had ever done before.
And she got him hard so quickly that he thought that he might be going crazy too.
Crazy with lust. Crazy with anger.
Crazy with need.
When she took her mouth away from the cock and lay back on the ground and spread her legs, he no longer questioned if he was doing the right thing by her. He knew that he had to do it. It was the only thing that a girl like Anne would accept from him.
Gary moved down onto his knees and put his hands under her ass as she lay back there on the ground and moaned to him.
"Go ahead, Gary. Punch the old punchboard, Gary."
"Shut up," he snarled. "Shut up with that shit or I will not fuck you at all."
She looked at him with her dark eyes wide then, as if she could not believe that he would have that kind of reaction to her words.
But she kept quiet as he moved his prick into her pussy. It was warm and wet and it pulsed around him. When he was in her all the way he knew that he would like fucking this girl.
He wrapped her legs around his back and he leaned over her as she lay there on the grass.
He started to work his cock in and out of her, and he watched the way that her little tits moved when she heaved and sighed there under him. He was fascinated by those tits suddenly. They seemed so white in the moonlight.
And he watched those tits all the time that he fucked her, all the time that he gave her what she expected to get from a man. .
And, as he fucked her, he was happy that she kept quiet. She let out little gasps from her white throat and she moaned a little and tossed her head back and forth in the grass.
And she worked her pussy muscles around his cock with expert ease, like no other girl had ever done to him. But she did not say anything about being a punchboard, and he liked that.
She lifted her hands up and put them around his neck but she did not try to draw him down to her and kiss him. She just rocked there under him, rocked there on the grass while his cock went in and out of her punchboard pussy.
And then, when he grimaced, she saw that and knew what it meant.
Again, Anne did not say anything. She just nodded her head and he knew that it was all right-all right to come in her punchboard pussy.
And he did. He shot her full of come. He washed out her insides with his fluid as he stroked in and out of her like a madman for a few seconds. Then he pulled out of her, and let him go, and he fell back on the grass on his back and looked at the moon.
And he knew then that he would never get over her, that he would never forget her.
He knew then that she would be like some kind of long-lost love that he would pine for forever.
But he did not understand why. She fucked like a maverick whore, he thought. She fucked well. She would probably be the best fuck that he would have in many ways.
But he did not love her. He hoped that he would never see her again.
Still, he knew that he would never get over her. He felt as if part of her sickness had invaded him with that grand and sexy fucking, and he would carry that sickness around with him until the day he died.
He was still lying there when she got up and waded into the water of the lake. She splashed some water into her cunt and then she came out. She started to put her harem pants on over her wet legs and waist.
"You will catch cold doing stuff like that," Gary muttered as he lay there and watched her.
"What the fuck do you care?" she asked softly. Her voice did not even seem bitter.
She was just resigned to her fate.
Gary did not say anything else. He got up and he put on her clothes.
They drove back to the campus in silence. He let her out in front of her dormitory.
When she was out of the car, he cursed her under his breath.
"Fucking bitch. Fucking, fucked-up bitch."
A couple of days later, he saw her on the campus and he did not speak to her. He did not even nod to her. She just walked by, knowing that he was no different from any of the others, and, for a moment, he wanted to run after her and tell her that the reason why he was no different was because she would not let him be different.
But he did not run after her. He did not think that he owed her any kind of explanation.
He dreamed about her at night, however, and he found himself thinking about her all the time, remembering the way that her pussy had quaked around with his cock with that special movement that seemed so regular and natural.
And, after that semester, he dropped out of college and hit the road.
He knew that he was looking for something, that something was missing from his life.
But, for many years, he did not know what that something was. Then, one night, he dreamed of Anne again and thought that he was really just looking for another pussy like hers.
TEENAGED SEX PARTY
Gary drove out to Garner's Cove on Lake Maranatha after midnight. He knew that the party would be in full-swing by then. Men would be out there with teenaged girls.
Gary's friend, Roy, had set the whole thing up.
And Gary, at thirty, was trying to decide that night if he felt young or old. He thought that he would go out to the party and fuck himself a teenaged girl and get all of the old ideas cleansed from his brain. That would leave only youth.
Or perhaps it would leave only emptiness.
Either way, he would feel better, he thought.
He found the party easily. There was a big campfire and girls were giggling and men were laughing. There were a lot of cars parked at the entrance of the cove.
Gary parked his car too and got out. He walked toward the campfire, studying the forms that he saw moving around that fire. He could tell that some of the people there were already naked, and he was glad that he had shown up in time.
As he moved closer to the fire, he saw a thin man with a mustache running naked around the campfire. The girls were all looking at him and giggling. They did not take their eyes off the man's cock.
And then the man stopped running and reached down and scooped up one giggling girl in his arms. He yelled it out into the night.
"This little Baptist bitch gonna got to ride on Cisco's cock!"
Another man yelled from the shadows.
"Attaboy, Cisco! Take her over in the bushes and let her ride the rails."
And the naked man with the mustache ran off with the giggling girl in his arms.
Gary stood at the edge of the clearing and ran his fingers through his blond beard.
He was looking for his friend, Roy, the organizer of this strange event. He tried to remember what Roy had told him about this party when he had met his friend that afternoon.
Oh, yes, the girls were all members of some Baptist youth organization. They had lied to their parents and had come out to spend this night with Roy because he told them that he would preach to them about their sins. He called the party a religious retreat. The men were all older guys who had paid Roy a lot of money so that they could have a chance to fuck some young pussy during the night. Roy had brought the girls out here and had gotten them all stirred up with a sermon, and then, somehow, he had turned the whole thing into some kind of woodland orgy. Gary was not certain how he had done that, but he did not really care. He just knew that Roy had told him that he could come for free and get himself a teenaged girl or two. , Gary stood there, trying to find his bearish friend in the shadows of the fire.
But Roy found him first, saw him standing there. The man came walking up to Gary. He was not wearing a shirt or shoes and he was fastening his belt as he strolled toward the blond, young man.
"How you doing, Gary boy?" he asked in a cheerful way.
"Okay," Gary said with a grin, "and you seem to be doing fine yourself."
"Well, you know Baptist girls. They can't get enough of a preacher's little gooseneck."
Gary laughed and then said, "I heard this evening from a woman who fucked you that your gooseneck wasn't so little."
"It is my cross to bear," the man said, dropping his head and acting humble. "Being hung like a horse is the curse that I have always carried with me. Like the mark of Cain, only it shows more when I get excited."
And Gary laughed again. He liked his bearish friend.
"Well, Gary, you just go around there. I think that there are several girls here who have not been gotten to yet. You find one you like and do the dirty with her."
"Do the dirty?"
"An expression I picked up from a man who once worked in the White House," Roy explained.
And Gary laughed again. He did not know if Roy was filled with bullshit, or if the man really had gotten around that much in his life. Roy turned and went back to a little, red-haired girl who was crying out for him.
"Roy. Preacher Roy. Come and get it, Preacher Roy."
And Gary laughed again and started to walk around the cove, looking for a stray pretty girl.
They were not hard to find. As he walked by the campfire, one girl grabbed his trouser leg.
He looked down on her. She was thin and she had long, dirty-blonde hair. She had a bad complexion too.
"You are blond and you have a beard," she muttered. "You look just like Jesus.'"
"Yeah," Gary said, "sure, young lady."
And he jerked out of her grasp and walked on. He did not want to deal with some crazy, young bitch tonight.
He wanted a girl who would be soft and warm and filled with youthful lust. That was the kind of girl, he thought, who would be able to make him feel young too.
And, more than anything else, Gary wanted to feel young.
As he walked across the sand, he stumbled and he heard a man cry out.
"Watch it, mother-fucker!"
Then he looked down and the man saw who he was. It was Phil, one of Gary's friends.
Phil had a bright, reddish beard that seemed to glow in the light of the campfire.
And something else seemed to glow too. It was the flesh of the naked girl who was sucking Phil's cock at that moment.
"Hey, Gary," Phil said in a friendly manner, "how you doing?"
"Fine. Just fine," Gary said.
And Gary walked on. He did not think that it was right to carry on much of a conversation with a guy while he was getting a blow-job from a teenaged girl.
Gary had some principles and talking to Phil at a time like that seemed to violate several of them.
Gary also knew that he had to find the girl for himself, the special girl. He thought that he would know her from the first moment that he saw her, that she would look at him and he would be able to tell that a girl like that would be able to keep him youthful forever with her cunt.
But he was already out of the crowd of naked, cheerful people, and he had not found that girl yet.
Gary was beginning to think that such a girl did not even exist when he saw her. He moved toward her slowly, and he wondered what the fuck she was doing in that cage.
The cage was made of bamboo bars and it was raised up by a rope that was tied around the limb of a tree. The girl sat naked in that cage with her legs hanging out between the bars. She was naked, that was, except for the thick glasses that she wore.
She had dark hair and a cute, sort of buck-toothed grin. Gary moved toward her and put his bars on the cage. She just sat there and grinned at him.
"Who put you in here?" Gary asked the buck-toothed girl.
"Preacher Roy," she said, tilting her head to one side.
"What? Why did he do something like that?"
"Because I asked him to. I belong in a cage. I have been a bad girl."
Gary's mind tumbled back to other girls that he had known, other girls who thought that they were bad. He did not understand it, but it always seemed to him that the bad girls were the best girls of all.
"My name is Kathy," she said in a friendly tone. "What is yours?"
"Gary."
"Gary," she repeated. "That is a nice name. You are blond."
"Yes," the young man muttered, and he thought that if she compared him to Jesus, he would have to walk away from her.
But she just grinned and leaned back on her arms. Her tits were high and firm then.
"I like blond guys," she said. "Good."
"But I have been bad."
"What makes you think that you have been bad, Kathy?" the young man asked the girl in the cage.
"Well, I come from a town in the rice lands," she said. "My father flies two American flags outside the house on every sunny day. He is very patriotic, you know."
"Oh."
"And I fucked a guy who was a draft resister. Course, he was a draft resister a long time ago. He said that he just did not think that Vietnam was right. I don't know much about Vietnam, but my father would not like it if he knew."
"Oh."
"I have done other bad things too," she said, "but that is the one that I was just thinking of."
"So you asked Preacher Roy to put you in a cage?"
"Right."
"Because you thought that you were bad?"
"Right. I brought the cage with me in my car. I had a lot of trouble getting it into the back seat. But I got it in and I bought it here. I knew that Preacher Roy would take one look at me and know that I belonged in a cage."
"And he did?"
"Well, I had to ask him. He could not tell from just one look. I don't think that he is a very sensitive preacher, you know."
"How old are you, Kathy?"
"Eighteen."
"That's older than most of the other girls here, right?"
"Right. They have not had the chance to be as bad as I have. In a couple of years, they will all be in cages, you know."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
And then there was silence as Gary leaned against the cage. He looked down on her naked body.
She was cute and she seemed very young. He thought that she might just be the girl for him, cage or not.
Gary licked his lips and, when Kathy saw that, she smiled at him.
"You want to fuck me, right, Gary?" she said with that same friendly tone.
"Right."
"Okay."
"Okay what?"
"Okay, you can fuck me."
"Do you want out of the cage then?" the young man with the blond beard asked.
And Kathy sat up quickly, as if the young man had just made an indecent suggestion to her.
"No," she said. "You can fuck me through the bars of the cage. See?"
She pointed down at her dark-haired pussy. She was right. She had her legs hanging out of the spaces between the bars so that her pussy was also between one of those spaces. And the cage had been raised just enough so that a man could put his cock into her and fuck her as she rocked there in that cage.
Gary felt a dryness in his mouth. He did not know if he would like that, being separated from Kathy by the bamboo bars. But he knew that he would have to settle for that. He needed her youthful fucking that badly.
"Okay," he muttered, and he took his hands off the bars and he started to undress.
Kathy sat up there and pressed her young, firm tits against the bamboo and grinned at him.
"You have a nice body, Gary," she said. "Thank you."
"Thin but strong. I can tell. I like them thin but strong. I don't like a lot of muscles on a guy. I think that he is more stuck on himself then than he could ever be on me."
"Yeah," Gary said, still stripping. "I guess you may be right there."
"You know I fucked a guy one time who had a lot of muscles and he kept looking at himself in the mirror all the time the he had his cock in me. I felt like I was disturbing him by being there or something. You know what I mean, Gary?"
"Yeah. I know what you mean."
"About the best guy I ever fucked was this guy named Larry. He wrote western novels and he had a little goatee and long hair. He was blond too. He looked like one of those guys from the old west. I think he smelled sort of like one of those guys too. He did not have muscles though. He had a pot gut."
By then, Gary was naked. He moved close to the bars and the girl reached through them and touched his cock with one of her hands. She started to play with that meat and Gary knew that that playing would make it strong. He pressed his face against the bars and kissed Kathy. She opened her mouth to his tongue and he put his hand through the bars and touched her soft flesh, ran his fingers over her neck and felt her soft, dark hair.
And then he thought suddenly that the bars made it better. He liked this separation that would not really be a separation at all. His cock was getting harder in her hands.
And he was feeling the heat of youth in his body as he touched her and felt her touch him.
Gary was getting long, very long in her hand. When she pulled her hands away from his cock, Gary was erect and yearning for her.
The girl lay back in her cage and moved her pussy closer and closer to Gary. She smiled at him.
"Fuck me, hot blond stud," she said. "I have been bad."
"Yeah," Gary mumbled with a grin on his face. "Real bad, Kathy."
And then Gary moved his prick in between the bamboo bars and slipped it into her pink, young pussy.
He held onto two of those bars and he started to fuck her. As he drove in and out of her, she rocked in the cage and moaned and praised him for his ability.
"Blond stud. Blond stud," she said. "You are a such a fucking, blond stud."
And her pussy did not feel bad at all, Gary thought, not bad at all. He grinned as he fucked her and felt that pussy tighten around him. It was a very good and youthful fucking, to be sure.
And the faint light of the fire in the distant made her caged body glow with caged, youthful heat.
Later, Gary left the girl lying there in her cage. He did feel young as he picked up his clothes and carried them with him to the water's edge.
Lake Maranatha was cool and clear there in the moonlight.
Gary glanced back at the people who were moving around behind him, and he saw the girl coming toward him. She was naked and she had dark hair and big glasses, round, cute glasses.
There was something about a nude girl with glasses, he thought, that made him feel like a boy stud again.
The girl walked up to Gary and grinned and reached out and took his hand.
"Hi," she said, "my name is Judy. What is yours?"
"Gary," he said, looking at the girl's full, pert breasts. "You look fine, Judy. Want to go for a swim in the lake."
"Sure," the girl chirped.
And Gary and the girl walked into the water naked. They waded in until they were waist high and then let go of each other's hands and they splashed forward. They both swam like sexy and free youths on a summer night. They swam and Gary thought about the drought that had made Victory, Missouri, suffer for so long that summer. He did not even feel the drought now, not in that shining water.
Gary swam out to the middle of the lake and turned and bobbed in the water. He waited for Judy to catch up with him. He saw then that she had taken off her glasses. He did not remember her doing that, but he figured that it made sense. No girl swims in glasses, even cute and round ones.
When Judy came toward him, Gary reached out for her. He lifted her up into the air and she giggled.
They were like a couple in a television commercial, he thought, youthful and carefree.
And her tits looked slightly golden underneath that shining moon.
Then he lowered her into the water and held her close to him. He leaned forward and kissed her.
"I am the girl who was sucking Phil," she said when that kiss was over. "What?"
"When you almost fell over us. I was the one who was going down on Phil at the time."
"Oh, really. I did not notice," the young man said.
And he thought that Phil was very lucky to have a cute girl like this suck on his cock.
And he hoped that he would be that lucky later on that night.
"Yeah," the girl said, putting her arms around the young man and bobbing there in the water with him, "I saw you and I thought that you would be the kind of guy that I wanted to know a little bit. So, when I finished with Phil, I came out looking for you. I am glad that we could swim together, Gary."
"I am glad that we could swim together too," the young man said.
"Shall we go back to the land and fuck?" she asked with an impish grin.
"Sure thing," Gary said. "I would love to do that, Judy."
And he let her go and they swam like demons through the water, swam for the land and for the campfire that seemed to Gary to be burning with youth.
They lay down on the ground and Gary came close to Judy and kissed her. He felt his cock getting hard again as her little hand went down and encircled his flesh.
How many did this make today? He wondered about that. Four? Five? He was not sure any more. He felt like some kind of prince of fucking after this hot day in Victory, Missouri.
But now a new day was starting, he thought, and he was with this girl wth the golden tits.
He moved his mouth down over her tits and licked her flesh. He worked his tongue slowly around one of her nipples and the girl arched her back and twisted slightly there on the earth.
"Oh, Gary," she said. "That feels so fucking good. Suck it, Gary."
Gary lifted one of her breasts slightly. He rubbed his thumb over that pink flesh and then he moved his mouth to that nipple. He sucked on it as Judy moved against his body and churned there in the soil. She felt good too, good and soft and playful under him.
Gary took his mouth off the nipple and looked up at her. He was suddenly thinking about something.
"Are you Baptist?" he asked. "Did you come here to listen to Roy's sermon?"
"No, I came to fuck. I have been to these things before. I sneak in because I really don't believe in anything."
Gary grinned and muttered to her.
"You ain't got nothing on me," he said. "I ain't been believing in nothing all my life."
And then he laughed and went back to sucking her tit, working that nipple up and away from her body with his lips. When he took his mouth off the nipple again, he looked up at her again.
"Are you bad?" he asked.
"What?"
"Do you think that you are bad, Judy? Do you think that you belong in a cage or something?"
"Oh, fuck, no," she giggled. "I think that I belong-right here with you. A lot of guys have told me that I am very good, and I believe them. I don't think that I am bad at all."
Gary chuckled again. He moved his hand between her moist thighs and she spread her legs for him. As he slipped his fingers around those pussy-lips, he spoke to her softly.
"Yeah, Judy," he said, "I bet you are very good."
"I sure am. And I bet that you are a real stud too."
"I try my best," he said modestly.
"Well, your best is good enough for me," the girl chirped.
Gay moved his mouth over to the other nipple and started to suck on that too. He licked the pink spot first and then he put his lips over the nipple and tugged on it and felt the girl moving under him. She seemed so soft and wet and cheerful. He slipped his finger into her cunt as he sucked on her tit and that made her churn even more. She sighed and rocked with that special fever in her body, the fever that Gary thought was certainly the fever of youth, real youth.
When he took his mouth off the nipple, he glanced up at Judy again.
"Really good," he said as he continued to work his finger back and forth in her cunt.
"Yeah. Yeah," she gasped. "Older guys like you really like me."
And her tits were heaving with gasps of delight. She was turned-on, really turned-on.
But Gary pulled his finger out of her cunt quickly and looked down on her. He felt his own erection dying there between his legs.
"What?" he asked. "What did you call me?" And he stared down at that young girl who lay there on the sand.
Judy looked up at him. She obviously did not know that she had said anything wrong.
"Please, Gary," she whimpered. "Please put your finger back in my pussy. It felt good."
"What did you call me?" the young, bearded man asked again.
"I don't remember. Please finger my pussy. I was just about to come, Gary."
And the girl reached down and felt between her own legs, but she knew that she would not be able to bring herself off now. She needed another finger, Gary's finger to do that for her.
"Please, Gary," she whimpered again. "Please. Let me come."
She was pleading with him, begging for his help. But he could not give it to her now.
She had destroyed his own pleasure. He snarled down at her.
"Bitch," he said, "you called me an older guy. You said that I was not young."
"Gary," she said with tears in her eyes, "you are older than me. You are older than I am, Gary. I am only-"
He turned from Judy and threw himself into the water. He started to swim with all of his strength to the middle of that lake. He swam and he cried and he felt his head pounding as if his brain had turned into a hammer and was trying to break out of the prison of his skull.
He swam and cried until he hit the middle of the lake.
Then Gary looked at the moon and the cloudless sky and he bobbed there in the water and yelled up into the dark sky of the night.
"Rain! Rain, you fucker! Rain! Let the rains come and wash this fucking scum away!"
But no clouds came. And Gary knew that tomorrow would be another dry day in Victory.
