Chapter 1
Ricky Garrett sat in the swing on the porch of his mother's house enjoying the cool, night breeze while waiting for his sister to return from her date. He had spent a very entertaining evening and wanted to tell Wendy about it. A slender but strongly built boy, Ricky had a thin, almost elfin face, jet-black hair and a slow smile that made him -irresistible to women of all ages. Tonight he was savoring one of his biggest conquests-the thirty-one-year-old wife of Point Storm's most successful doctor. They had shared a late afternoon session in a motel, and then the doctor's lady had returned home in time to greet her hard-working spouse with his usual, before-dinner martini at seven o'clock.
That had been a pleasantly diverting interlude, especially since Ricky had managed to snap some pictures of the lady, sans clothing and sans morals, for his collection. The one in which Mrs. Doctor Evars' mouth was filled with his youthful but large penis was particularly amusing. He was proud of collection of nude photos showing various "prominent citizens indulging in a wide variety of sexual activities. The pictures were profitable as well as stimulating. Not that he used them for outright blackmail. Anything as simple as blackmail for money held no appeal for a young man with Ricky's vivid imagination and lively appreciation of the pleasures of the flesh. No, the pictures were not for monetary gain. They were neatly filed away to become part of his personal arsenal in the games he liked to play with other people's lives, the weapons of war he and his sister used in their constant battle with the older generation, their peers and, in fact, almost everyone in their small, New England town.
But motel time with the doctor's wife hadn't been the most interesting part of his evening. It had been after that, when he was driving about aimlessly and had found himself near the apartment house where one of his high school teachers lived. Miss Harper, Alix Harper, had always intrigued him, both sexually and as part of his games, but up until now he had never had any kind of handle with which to manipulate the tall, slender redhead. But man, had he ever gotten himself a handle tonight!
He had been lucky enough to drive down her street while she was struggling with Mr. Donovan of the math department in the front seat of the man's car. As he passed, his attention had been caught by the gleam of Alix's carroty hair in the street light and a brief glimpse of her angry face. Ricky had kept going, parked around the corner and crept back stealthily on foot, hoping to snap a picture or two with the camera he always had slung around his neck. It had been too dark for that, and he hadn't dared use the flash cubes so he had just moved close and listened.
"Damn it, Alix, you've got to let me!" Pat Donovan was saying, as he tried to pin the girl against the seat. "You get me all fired up and then pull a fast freeze! I'm not going to let you get away with it!"
"Stop it! I'm my own person! I don't have to let you do anything!" Alix's voice was shaking and sounded very unlike the cool, distant Miss Harper Ricky was used to in school.
"Feel that!" Pat growled. "Feel the hard-on you've given me, you nasty little prick-teaser!"
"Let go of me! Take your dirty hands off me! I can't stand to have you touch me ... it makes me sick to even kiss you!"
Now that sounded more like the haughty, distant Miss Harper, the one who always looked down her nose at Ricky as though he were a dirty little boy whose smell she couldn't stand. When he remembered all the time he had spent staring at her accidentally displayed, white thighs, how he had almost flunked English Lit.-a course in which he was normally proficient-because of it, he grinned to think of Donovan's sweaty fingers slithering up Alix's firm flesh and shoving under the edge of her panties to pry at the velvety-lipped cunt hidden under the tangle of red hair.
"Stop that! Damn you, you're all alike! There's not a man alive who has anything on his mind but sex!"
Creeping closer and ducking his head down below the level of the windows, Ricky could hear the rustle of clothing and the faint, thumping sounds as the pair in the car struggled. Excitement surged through him. Miss Harper-cold, superior Miss Harper-was about to be raped, and he was practically an eye-witness. And if any woman in the world deserved to be raped, she did.
"Shut up, bitch! I'm sick of your holier-than-thou attitude . . . sick of you twitching that round butt of yours up and down the halls and jiggling your boobs in my face! I'm sick of you teasing and tempting and offering but never following through! Tonight you're going to! I'll make sure of that! I'm going to stick my cock in your cunt and make you like it!"
"No, no, no!" the redhead gasped. "I'll . . . I'll scream!"
Ricky risked a quick look. By the light from the dashboard, he saw that Alix had been pushed flat on the seat by the burly math teacher. Her dress was bunched around her waist and her panties tangled around her ankles. Ricky found himself staring directly at the triangle of reddish pubic hair and the pale pink lips that bisected it. Wild waves of lust crashed through him at the sight. Alix, the beautiful . . . the chaste . . . the unattainable was about to be raped right before his eyes!
"Hold still, damn you, hold still!" Donovan snarled, pulling the white, nylon panties off the kicking feet and stuffing them into his victim's mouth to stifle the beginning scream. Steepling her knees, he forced them wide apart and held them that way with his own legs while he rammed his chunky fingers between the soft pink petals without regard for the tender flesh.
Alix whimpered, and Ricky winced for her and silently cursed the man. Be careful, you idiot! That isn't rubber! It's delicate woman flesh! Use it, but don't bruise it!
Donovan opened his pants and took his cock out, and the watching boy curled his lip in contempt at the sight of it. The math teacher's prick was as short and stubby as his fingers. He couldn't begin to fill a woman. Ricky didn't mind seeing Alix raped, actually wanted her to be degraded and hurt, but he wanted the guy who did it to show a little skill and have adequate equipment. Pat Donovan failed to fill either requirement.
It was then that another ending to this little drama suggested itself to Ricky, a solution that was brought to his attention by the cooler, more analytical part of his mind. Watching Alix Harper be raped might be quite a kick, but preventing her rape might lead to more meaningful kicks in the future. After all, if the snooty witch had reason to be grateful to him, anything might happen. If Ricky Garrett came on like the White Knight and saved the virgin from the dragon, it might even turn out that he would end up plucking the virgin's cherry instead of watching this incompetent bungler do it.
Yeah, I'm being stupid, Ricky thought. I let myself get carried away. There's more to be gained from this than just a voyeuristic thrill if I handle it right.
Donovan had shifted around on the seat so that he was between the redhead's legs and was pressing his stumpy penis against the pearly pinkness of the labia. The blunt tip penetrated the tight vagina only a half-inch or so while the girl tried desperately to push backward and break the contact. Donovan grabbed her lush hips to hold her in place and drew back, preparing to batter his way deep into the center of her helpless being.
Ricky put out a hand and yanked the car door open. "Miss Harper! Mr. Donovan! What is going on here?"
Donovan's mouth fell open in astonishment, then clamped shut in fury. "Get the hell out of here, you nosy punk!"
"Oh no, sir, I can't do that," Ricky said. "I'm sure Miss Harper doesn't want you to ... I mean, she wouldn't do a thing like that. You wouldn't have to put a gag in her mouth or hold her down that way if she was willing."
"Get lost, Garrett!" Donovan grated. "Unless you want a broken head, you'd better take off on the double!"
"Let go of Miss Harper!" Ricky said. "Take your dirty hands off the lady!"
"She's no lady," Donovan sneered, putting a hand in Alix's face and shoving her raised head back down on the seat. "She's a hypocritical bitch and needs to be taught a lesson!"
"And you're a bully!" Ricky said, grabbing a handful of the man's hair and yanking it hard.
"Why, you lousy little sneak, I'll break every bone in your body!" Donovan yelled, trying to get to his feet and pull his pants up at the same time.
Ricky doubled up a fist and landed a right jab to the heavy jowls. The big Irishman howled with rage and hurled himself at the boy.
That was a mistake. His pants were still at half-mast and tripped him up as he lunged. Ricky sidestepped and the math teacher landed on his face with a jarring thud.
"I'll get you for this!" Donovan raged, rubbing at a twisted knee.
"Come on, Miss Harper. Let's get out of here," Ricky urged, taking the stunned woman by the hand and pulling her out of the car. "Run, Miss Harper, run!"
Alix stared at him blankly, her dress still up around her waist and her stockings falling down her legs, apparently so shaken by the near rape that she couldn't think.
Ricky pulled the panty-gag out of her mouth and stuck it in his pocket, then put a hand on her shoulder and shook her a little. "Come on, Miss Harper. We have to hurry. Mr. Donovan will be on his feet in a minute and coming after us."
"Yes . . . yes," she said and shuddered violently as she tried to pull her dress down and her stockings up. "H-he hurt me ... he hurt me with that awful thing! He almost did it! Oh God, he almost raped me!"
Ricky hurried her down the sidewalk, looking back to make sure Donovan wasn't following them. He had no desire to tangle further with the burly man. He'd be the one to get hurt in a real fight.
Alix was sobbing convulsively as he guided her across a lawn and through a short alley. It seemed to Ricky that she was over-reacting and he wondered why.
She sagged against him, and he became intensely aware of the warmth of her body and the firmness of her ripe breast pressing into his side. It reminded him that she had no panties on under the short skirt, and a picture flashed through his mind of those inviting pink pussylips and that curly red pubic hair covering the plump mound between her thighs. Maybe what he ought to do was take her behind the bushes and finish the job Donovan had started.
But no, he was too smart for that. Donovan might be an uptight square who didn't have three brain cells he could put together except where mathematics was concerned but Ricky Garrett was different. Ricky Garrett was thinking all the time, figuring the odds, looking for the main chance and for pleasures more exotic than simple, brute rape. Eventually he'd have his kicks with Alix Harper but they'd come in his own way, not Donovan's.
"Look, Miss Harper, my car is parked around the corner, and I live only a few blocks away. Would you like to go home with me? My mother is a real pro when it comes to handling sticky situations."
"No!" Alix said, jerking away from him as a glimmer of suspicion broke through the terror on her face. "Take me to my place . . . my place!"
"Sure, Miss Harper, sure," he said soothingly. "Anything you say. I was just thinking you might need a woman to look after you."
"Bobbi will take care of me ... I mean, Miss Whitney. Just take me to my place." Some of the hysteria had faded from her voice, and it had taken on the tone of cold command that she usually used with him.
"Okay," he said with a shrug. "I'll have you there in a minute. You can lock the door and be safe from Donovan . . . probably."
She glared at him, suspicion and dislike overcoming her fear of the other man. That had been her attitude toward Ricky ever since she'd found him with Katie Polaski in that deserted music room. Katie's panties had been in a pool around her feet, and two of Ricky's fingers had been busy in the Polish girl's tight, wet pussy. It had been most unfortunate that Alix had walked in on them, because although she hadn't reported the incident to the principal, she apparently was never going to forget or forgive what she'd seen.
"Here we are, Miss Harper," Ricky said politely, steering her up to the door. "This is where you live, isn't it?"
"Yes," she said.
"Would you like for me to come in for a while, just to make sure Donovan doesn't come looking for you?"
"NO!" She stared at him as though he were the rapist instead of Donovan. "I mean ... it won't be necessary for you to stay with me. Miss Whitney is waiting for me, I'm sure."
"Then I'd better help you straighten up a bit. You don't want her to see you looking like this." He dropped to his knees in front of her and began smoothing a stocking up her leg.
He got to about three inches above her knee, hands tingling from the touch of smooth, bare flesh, before she jumped away as though touched by molten metal.
"Stop that! What do you think you're doing?"
"Gee, I'm sorry, Miss Harper. I didn't mean to frighten you ... I was only trying to help."
"Just keep your hands to yourself," she said, reaching to open the door. "I know what you're like, Ricky Garrett!"
Ricky sighed deeply. "I guess you have what you think are good reasons for disliking me, Miss Harper, but I've never felt anything but admiration for you. I'm just glad I happened along tonight in time to save you from being raped."
"Must you keep reminding me of that? Does it give you some kind of perverted kick to keep mentioning it?" she snapped.
"Gosh, Miss Harper, I didn't mean anything. Like I said, I've always had a great admiration for you and ..."
"I know what kind of admiration you have for me," she said, pushing the door open. "For me and every other female within range. I've seen the way you look at me."
For once in his life Ricky was taken aback. This wasn't any way for a damsel in distress to treat her rescuer, even if the rescuer's motives weren't of the highest. He took a deep breath and looked hurt. "Miss Harper, I don't think you're being fair to me.
"Don't you? Well . . . maybe I should thank you ..." She hesitated and then rushed on, "But don't think that this, this thing that happened tonight gives you any right to ..."
"To what, Miss Harper? What is it you think I want to do?"
"All I know is, you're a girl-chasing, dirty-minded little boy, and I don't like or trust you at all. I don't like any male who makes a practice of preying on girls."
"Miss Harper, I don't consider myself a little boy. I'm seventeen and very mature for my age," Ricky said, wondering why she was being so unreasonable. Her reaction to him was just a little too extreme to be normal.
"I don't care to discuss the matter any further," she said. "Good night."
"Good night, Miss Harper," Ricky said, "and thank you for the privilege of letting me be of service to you."
The woman opened her mouth to say something but changed her mind and merely gave him a haughty look before turning to go up the stairs to her second-floor apartment. Ricky watched the swing of her buttocks and licked his lips in anticipation until the door swung closed and cut off his view.
Okay, Miss Harper, okay! You're an uptight, puritanical bitch and you think you're too good to even thank me properly for helping you, but one of these days I'll get you in a spot where you'll be glad to thank me for everything I do to you! You'll thank me when I ram my cock into your frozen cunt. . . you'll thank me again when I jam it down your throat, and you'll sob and scream your gratitude when I ream your ass with it!
He turned to leave and had started down the walk when he thought of something else. Miss Whitney . . . Miss Roberta Whitney. Alix calls her Bobbi. Hmmmmm. I always did wonder if that broad might be Lez. He looked up at the second-floor windows, trying to figure out a way to look into Miss Harper's apartment. There was no fire escape landing or balcony, but there was a tall, old tree with a large horizontal limb about even with the second floor.
Sauntering slowly down the walk, he looked to make sure no one was watching. The street was deserted as he melted into the dark shadow of the tree, and it only took him a couple of minutes to shinny up the trunk to the branch he had spotted. Crawling out onto it, he discovered he could see directly into his teacher's living room. The leaves protected him from anyone glancing upward as he inched forward to within a few feet of the open window.
Miss Roberta Whitney was sitting on the davenport leafing through a magazine when the door opened behind her and Alix came in. The tall, handsome, blonde girl looked at her watch before she turned to look at her friend.
"Where have you been, Alix?" she asked irritably, putting down the magazine and getting to her feet. "I left my class early so we could . . . Alix! My God, what happened to you?"
"Oh Bobbi, Bobbi!" Alix wailed and rushed into the gym teacher's arms. "Pat Donovan tried to rape me!"
"He what?" Bobbi gasped, holding Alix off a little to look at her more closely. "Pat Donovan did this? That bastard! Are you sure you're all right, that he didn't..."
"No, no, he didn't, but it was just a miracle that Ricky Garrett came along just in time to help me."
"Well, I'm glad you're safe," Bobbi said and kissed the other girl passionately. "The next time I see Donovan, I'll... "
"Don't do anything that will cause talk," Alix said. "Remember, if anyone ever even guessed at our relationship, we'd both be fired and blacklisted for life."
Bobbi scowled. "If you'd go away with me, to New York or some other big town, we wouldn't have to hide the way we feel."
"But we can't do that. There's too much involved. We can't just throw away all the time and effort we've got invested here. I can't anyway. That Head Start project alone means too much, especially since we're getting the parents interested, too."
Bobbi dropped her arms from around Alix and her scowl deepened. "What you're saying is that everything and anything is more important than us. I don't give a damn about those brats from Cannery Town and ..."
"Well, I do, Bobbi," Alix said, gently but firmly.
"And if you're going to make a fuss every time I go over there, maybe we'd better break this off right now."
The big blonde's face crumpled and she held out her hands pleadingly. "No, Alix, no! I need you! I love you!"
"I love you too, darling, but love is only one part of a person's life," Alix said, snuggling back in the other girl's arms. "Think how empty our lives would be if we gave up teaching."
Bobbi grimaced but sighed resignedly. "And I suppose you're still going to go on with this ridiculous business of dating men, even after what happened tonight?"
"I never had any trouble before," Alix said. "Pat is just overly excitable."
"But just thinking about his sweaty hands on you makes me sick!"
"Then don't think about it," Alix whispered, grinding her pelvis against the gym teacher's.
The watching Ricky almost fell out of the tree at the sight-of the two steaming cunts touching through thin layers of cloth. That pink-lipped beauty he had seen for a few moments in Donovan's car was now being used to stir up Roberta Whitney's passion. Ricky's hands were wet and his penis was pushing hard against the front of his pants.
Alix's husky voice trying to cajole and distract her lover didn't help the situation any. "Just think about us, about Alix and Bobbi. Make love to me, darling, and wipe away the memory of Donovan's ugly face and uglier old thing. Think how much you enjoy it when we're naked together and you're on top of me with your pretty golden pussy gobbling up mine . . . think about cunt-fucking and how good it feels."
Ricky almost fell off his perch. He had never imagined Alix Harper even knew words like that, much less used them. It certainly made her attitude toward him seem more hypocritical than ever.
"Sweetheart . . . Alix ..." Bobbi murmured, her lips moving lustfully over the redhead's quivering mouth and neck and exposed breasts. Eager hands unzipped the rumpled, torn dress and helped Alix quickly out of it, leaving her clad in only her fancy bra and the long, ruined nylons which she must have rehooked to her garter belt on the way upstairs.
Excitement was like a hard lump in Ricky's belly as he stared at the delightful roundness of his teacher's lush buttocks, each creamy hillock adorned with a deep dimple that seemed to wink at him.
The big blonde's fingers caressed and stroked, gradually working their way around to the lush patch of coppery hair where they parted the folds and dipped between the pink petals of the labia.
"Ohhhhh, darrrrlllling," Alix purred, wriggling and humping against the fingers, "that feels soooo goooood."
"It feels good to me too," Bobbi said in a hoarse whisper.
"Love me, love me," Alix begged. "Put your sweet tongue in me and make me forget that swine and his dirty cock and how he mauled me. He scared me so, Bobbi. He almost did it. And then the Garrett boy came along . . . Oh, make me forget him too! He's such a nasty little beast. Just having him see what was going on nauseates me!"
Anger stirred under Ricky's excitement. He wasn't used to having women dislike him. Most females, whatever their age, found him fascinating and sexually stimulating.
"Anything you want, sweetheart," Bobbi husked and reached around to undo the fastening of Alix's bra. The thrusting cones bounced free and she took them in her hands reverently. "You're so beautiful I can hardly stand it."
Ricky had to agree to that. Miss Harper's breasts were breathtaking. Furious as he was at her reaction to him, he had to admit that the flawless white globes with their large coral-pink nipples were a vision of loveliness. They far outdid Mrs. Doctor Evars' and they even surpassed, he grudgingly conceded, his mother's.
Bobbi's big, brown eyes were adoring and her lips trembled as they worshiped the creamy slopes. She was so intent that she hardly seemed to notice when Alix's hand moved to her white blouse and began undoing the buttons. Shoving the blouse off the broad shoulders, Alix reached to unhook the plain white bra and draw it away to bare the neat, small-nippled breasts underneath. When she had fingered the tiny, red buttons into gemlike hardness, the redhead located the zipper of the navy-blue skirt and slid it down.
Ricky sucked in his breath as Miss Whitney's lean hips and the taut plane of her belly came into view followed by deeply tanned, athletic thighs. White nylon briefs were all that remained on the tall, lean body after the gym teacher kicked off her low-heeled pumps and cotton foot lets. She stepped out of the skirt without removing her mouth from Alix's rosy nipple which she had sucked into an inch-long prong. Her fingers were busy between Alix's thighs, circling and plunging into the sensitive inner passageway while the redhead's buttocks rolled sensuously in response to the pleasurable probing.
Ricky wrapped his legs tighter around the branch to balance himself while he wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. It was fascinating and yet maddening to watch the teacher he had privately tagged the Ice Maiden responding so ardently to another woman. When he thought of all the times she had closed her knees so primly when she caught him staring at her legs, it didn't seem possible that this was the same girl.
Alix was drawing the blonde with her toward the couch as she worked the white, unadorned briefs down over the slight flare of hips and past the flat belly. Ricky sat perfectly still, staring in awe as a luxuriant growth of honey-colored pubic hair came into view, split down the middle by a puffy-lipped red gash.
Looks like the Grand Canyon, he thought, watching the blonde step quickly out of the panties. I wonder how it would feel to go wading in that big ditch.
As Alix pulled Bobbi down onto the divan with her, sucking at one rigid nipple and then the other, her legs fell open, giving Ricky a direct view into the pink and rose recess.
His nostrils flared at the sight of soft, satiny flesh gleaming with rich juices of excitement. Pounding his fist against the rough bark of the tree, he railed at himself for having fallen for his teacher's pose of demure virtue. He was the coolest dude at Point Storm High, and yet he had let himself be impressed by the aloof, moral Miss Harper. Ha! Just look at the hot-cunted Lez! She couldn't wait to spread herself wide in welcome to another female!
Roberta Whitney wasn't letting that welcome grow cold either. Her eager lips moved from the creamy, pointed breasts down to the sweetly rounded belly, burned their way over the silky flanks and started up the fleshy inside of the thighs, leaving long, wet streaks in the wake of an avid tongue. Ricky groaned, imagining the feel of the downy flesh and the perfumed taste of the delicious softness the Lesbian s lips were savoring so feverishly.
"My beautiful Alix ... my ivory-thighed princess of love," Bobbi sighed. "Your legs are columns of purest marble, so cool and yet so warm with desire."
So the big butch has a flair for flowery phrases and poetic similes. I would have guessed she didn't dig anything but sweat socks and locker rooms. I hate her! God, how I hate her! What right has she got to a beautiful doll like Alix? How can a ding-a-ling broad appreciate that perfect body? There's no one in this stupid town who has the brains and sensitivity to appreciate such gorgeous stuff but me, Ricky Garrett! And when I get my hands on it, man oh man the things I'm gonna do . . . the wild, far out, outasite things!
But right now it was Roberta Whitney who had her hands on that gorgeous stuff, and her long, tanned fingers were pressing into the tender, white flesh, lifting Alix's long legs and spreading them wide as she brought the wet slit close to her drooling mouth.
Alix slid her thighs over the blonde's shoulders, and the smooth calves gleamed palely against the tanned back. Bobbi bent her head and pressed her face avidly into the red-tufted crotch, her lips flirting through the curling hair and beginning to circle slowly on the plump pubic mound. The busy tongue licked at tiny dimples and sweet crevices, searching out individual groves in the larger forest of lust.
Ricky suddenly remembered his camera. The scene he was witnessing was so erotic, he had gotten so emotionally involved that he had forgotten his main purpose in spying on Miss Harper. He had managed to get only one quick snap before he intervened in Donovan's rape and he should have been getting shots of the present action for his collection. He brought the camera up to his eye to focus it on Alix. For an inaccessible female, she was very accessible now. And Bobbi was crouched with her lean butt thrust so high that Ricky could see the golden fluff of her cunt between muscular thighs.
What I'd like to be doing right now is sneaking up behind that big Lez with my hard cock and stab it up that juicy quim. Once I had her shafted and squealing for mercy, I'd plunge my tongue into that sweltering pink pussy of Alix's and fuck 'em both silly!
Ricky snapped three quick shots as Bobbi's lips located the rosebud of stiffened flesh that was Alix's clitoris. She pulled the elusive tidbit into her mouth and sucked on it while Alix rolled her head from side to side, writhing and moaning with passion.
"Oh, Bobbi . . . lover . . . you do that so good," Alix said. "I really don't know how I lived before I met you. My life was a cold winter wasteland, a trip to nowhere with no end in sight."
Bobbi made no comment. Her mouth had moved from the sensitive clit to the pearl-pink furrow below. Plunging her tongue into the tight sheath at the farthest end of the inner lips, she licked at the velvety walls of the tunnel, lapping up the nectar she found there as though it were the ichors of the goddess of Sapphic love.
"Your tongue . . . your wonderful tongue!" Alix gasped. "All the way in . . . hit the bottom . . . suck, darling, suck hard!"
Ricky pounded the tree branch in frustration. His cock was jumping from just listening to Alix and seeing her thighs tighten convulsively around the blonde head.
"Eat me, Bobbi! Swallow me whole! Make me part of you forever!"
Bobbi's face was wet from the spicy flow of the frantic redhead's vagina. The fragrant, sticky juice was dripping off her chin onto Alix's thighs and down onto her own heaving breasts, but she didn't slow her licking and sucking. She was obviously relishing the tasty feast spread under her.
"I'm almost there . . . almost . . . almost . . . " Alix croaked, heels beating a tattoo against Bobbi's tanned back, and thighs squeezing the blonde head so tightly that the watching Ricky was sure the woman would choke.
"Now . . . now . . . NOW!" Alix wailed, her body becoming a frantic vehicle of lust. Arching her back, she ground her wildly spasming cunt into Bobbi's face and pounded the strong back unmercifully with her feet. The scent of her lust filled the room, and Ricky imagined he could smell the musk all the way out to his precarious perch. The fantasy was so strong that he realized with a grunt of amazement and chagrin that he had ejaculated in his pants from the sheer, lustful pleasure of watching the passionate tableau in Miss Harper's living room.
And there was more to come. Much more. Alix's thighs had no sooner relaxed from around her lover's come-streaked face than the big blonde pressed her flat on the couch and covered the wet, red curls with the furry patch between her own legs.
Ricky brought the camera up to his eye again and got several more shots as the larger, fuller-lipped pussy rubbed and meshed with the plumper, daintier one.