Chapter 11
"Where are you going?" Bobbi Whitney asked, sitting up in bed to watch Alix putting on lipstick. "It's Saturday, you know."
"I know," Alix said, smiling at the big blonde nervously. "I told you I'd be working at the Head Start school on Saturdays from now on."
"Yes, but I thought after last night you might call in and say you couldn't make it and we could spend the day in bed."
"No, I couldn't do that," Alix said, smoothing her stockings and brushing an imaginary bit of lint off the green suit that set off her red hair so perfectly. "I promised Mrs. Roman."
"But what difference does one last Saturday make?" Bobbi demanded. "You said last night that you'd leave Point Storm with me."
"No, I just said I'd think it over," Alix corrected. "Pat Donovan had me all upset. He was after me again yesterday, accusing me of all kinds of things and demanding that I go away with him for the weekend and ..."
"You didn't tell me that," Bobbi said. "What did he accuse you of?"
Alix shook her head. "It doesn't matter. He makes up things." She couldn't tell Bobbi that Pat had seen her on the beach with Ricky Garrett.
"That's where you're going," Bobbi said accusingly. "You're going to spend the day with Donovan!"
"No, I'm not! I don't care what he threatens me with, I wouldn't let that creep lay a hand on me ever again!" Alix's voice had risen, and she turned away abruptly, knowing it wasn't just Bobbi's accusation that was troubling her. She had been upset and unsure of herself ever since that evening on the beach with Ricky. She had discovered things about her own sexuality that had shattered all her preconceived notions about it, and she was very much afraid the knowledge was going to change her whole life. That frightened her because she liked things well-organized and kept neatly within bounds, and if she gave her emotions full rein she would never be sure what path her future would take.
"Don't go," Bobbi said, pushing the blanket down off her tanned, athletic body. "Come back to bed and let's start all over again. I've never seen you as passionate as you were last night, and I could use some more of that hot pussy."
Alix looked at the thick clump of golden hair that didn't quite hide the long, red slash of Bobbi's vulva. She shivered with remembered excitement. They had both gotten slightly high last night and really gone at each other. One session on the living room floor came back to her vividly. She had been lying flat on her back with Bobbi squatting over her face, and as she tongued the girl to climax she had tried to purge from her mind all remembrance of sucking Ricky's cock. It hadn't worked and neither had the torrid double-header they had engaged in later. Somehow it hadn't been as satisfying, hadn't had the impact or reached the mind-boggling depths she had experienced with Ricky.
He's just a boy, she told herself sternly, a stupid, evil boy. There's something wrong with you, girl. You're oversexed or something worse to let a teen-age boy turn you on that way!
"Please, Alix," Bobbi begged, wriggling sensuously and holding out her arms.
"I'm sorry, Bobbi, I can't," Alix said, turning to go. "I'll see you tonight."
"You'll probably find me drunk," Bobbi said angrily. 'That's about all I'll have to do while you play Lady Bountiful to the ghetto kiddies!"
Alix paused in the doorway and looked back at the handsome, pouting face. "I think when I get home, we'd better have a serious talk."
"Good! I'll get especially sauced. I talk a lot when I'm sauced."
Alix made no further comment as she crossed the living room and went out.
Bobbi reached for her robe and yanked it on as she padded into the spotless kitchen and reached for the bourbon she knew Alix kept in the cabinet under the sink. "Damn her! Damn that red-headed bitch to hell and back! If she didn't have the most delicious body I've ever seen, I'd tell her where to head in and shake the dust of this town from my feet and head for San Francisco where Gay is Good and it's good to be gay!"
She poured a water glass almost half-full of liquor, dropped in one ice cube and took a big gulp before returning to the living room and dropping onto the couch in a dejected heap.
An hour later when the doorbell rang, Bobbi was working on her third drink and was a little unsteady on her feet when she got up to answer it.
"Who the hell izzat?" she muttered, stopping halfway across the room to steady herself with a hand on the back of a chair. "If it's that bastard Donovan, I'll bash his head in!"
Out in the hallway, Ricky, Wendy and Tess Evars waited for the door to be opened.
"For your sake, she better be home!" Tess whispered fiercely.
Ricky rang the bell again, but he was having second thoughts about the idea of forcing Alix into sexual activity she was sure to find repulsive. Making her take part in group sex had seemed like fitting revenge, a pretty swinging way of proving that she was just as corrupt and hypocritical as the rest of the adults in Point Storm. But now that he was here, he felt a little sick to his stomach as he heard footsteps coming to the door and saw the lustful looks of anticipation on the faces of his two eager helpers.
The door was flung open and Bobbi Whitney glowered at them. "Now you listen, Pat Donovan! If you don't..." She swayed and stopped in mid-sentence, blinking at them owlishly. "Ricky Garrett . . . Wendy . . . what the hell are you doing here?"
"We came to see Miss Harper," Wendy said, slipping past the big blonde into the room. "Where is she?"
"Hey, what's goin' on?" Bobbi said as Tess too pushed past her.
"Where's the redhead?" the doctor's wife demanded. "We got some goodies for her."
"Who the hell are you?" Bobbi asked, staring at Tess's slender legs in white boots and tight red hot pants that revealed every curve and crease of the plump mound in front and the tantalizing ass in the fosck "Where's Alix?" Ricky asked. "We have something to talk over with her."
"I ... Alix isn't here. She's at the Head Start school," Bobbi said. "What's this all about?"
Suddenly Ricky was feeling better. He had known that's where Alix went on Saturdays. He had gone with her last week, but he had repressed the knowledge when he suggested they come here today and blackmail the teacher into complying with their sexual demands. He wondered if it hadn't been a subconscious attempt to avoid a showdown with Alix.
"What do you three want?" Bobbi asked. She had automatically closed the door when they were all inside and was leaning against it as she looked from one to the other of them. "I know you, Wendy, and I know your brother," she let go of the door and advanced on Tess, "but who are you?"
Tess moved to meet her. "Most people call me Tess, but my friends just call me when they want some," she said in a husky whisper as she trailed her hand across the front of the big girl's terrycloth robe. "Ah was lookin' forward to meeting the gorgeous Alix, but you're not bad either."
Bobbi stared at the sexy brunette, befuddlement and interest struggling for control of her face while Tess circled her, black eyes taking in every detail of the tall, tanned, strongly built body.
"I don't understand," Bobbi said. "What's this all about?"
"It's about these!" Wendy said, reaching into Ricky's pocket and pulling out the snapshots.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Ricky tried to grab the pictures, but Wendy darted away from him, fanning the prints out and holding them up for Bobbi to see. Ricky cursed. He seemed to have lost control of the situation, and he didn't care for situations he couldn't control.
Bobbi's mouth fell open, and her face turned white under her tan. "Oh, my God! Where did you get those?"
"That doesn't matter," Wendy said. "What does matter is that we have them and we're going to spread copies of them all over Point Storm. Look at this one, Miss Roberta Whitney, where your tongue is circling Alix's clit like Indians around a wagon train. Both your faces are clear and easily identifiable. Won't that draw rave notices in the Point Storm Express?"
"Give me that! God damn you, you haven't any right to ... " Bobbi launched herself at Wendy, lurching slightly as she swung a fist.
Wendy danced out of the way, and the big blonde plowed into Ricky, knocking him backward over a hassock and onto the floor.
"Make her give me those pictures!" Bobbi growled, stumbling around to grab Ricky's shoulders, shaking him and bouncing his head on the floor. "Give them to me! They could ruin me! I could lose my credential! Give them to me!"
"Stop that, you muscle-bound dyke or I'll ..." Ricky's threat was broken off as Bobbi's fist connected with the side of his head.
Wendy circled around behind her brother's head. "That won't do any good," she told the furious gym teacher. "There are other prints, you know. Even if you could get these away from us, it wouldn't do you any good."
The blonde lunged for the girl and sprawled awkwardly across Ricky. Her robe had fallen open and the lean, trim body pressed down on his was naked.
"You got to let me have those!" Bobbi cried, almost in tears as she held out her hands to Wendy. "You can't show those around and ruin me!"
"Why can't we?" Tess asked as she came to stand beside Wendy. Looking up the slim curves of her legs, Ricky could see a hint of dark pubic hair curling from under the crotch of the red pants, and he knew Bobbi could see it too.
"I've never done anything to you," Bobbi said. "Why do you want to hurt me?"
Her whiskey-reeking breath was hot around Ricky's face, and he wrinkled his nose in distaste, about to suggest the three of them leave and forget the whole thing. He put his hands on the inert body, but Bobbi didn't pay any attention. She was too intent on Tess.
"What good will it do you to destroy my life?" the big girl all but blubbered.
"It might be kind of a kick," Wendy said, giving Tess a quick glance. "But on the other hand, maybe you can think of something that would give us a bigger kick."
Bobbi's eyes widened, and the expression in them changed from fear to half-drunk lechery. "Do you mean what I think you mean?"
"Perhaps. You see, Tess and I came here to have fun with Alix," Wendy said, moving to straddle the gym teacher's head and shoulders, "and since Alix isn't here, we're terribly disappointed. And disappointed people do things to get even. All we want is for you to entertain us so we won't still be disappointed when we leave. Can you suggest anything?"
Bobbi leered at her. "Yeah, I think I could." Her hand reached up to stroke the inside of Wendy's thigh. "Always did think you were a cute chick, and your friend Tess is a real bombshell. Yeah, I can suggest a way to entertain both of you."
"Not just us, Miss Whitney. A gal as big and strong as you should be able to handle more than two rather small females. Ricky has to be included in the deal too."
Bobbi made a disgusted sound. "No, no, guys! I don't make it with men! I'm not AC-DC. I'm straight . . . straight Lez!"
"No Ricky, no deal," Wendy said. "We do all our fun things together."
The hell with it, Ricky was thinking. I don't care that much. Let Tess and Wendy have their fun with the big butch. Maybe they'll forget about Alix. I can go take a walk or something.
But before he could put his thoughts into action, Wendy kicked off her sandals, placing a bare foot on the blonde's elevated hip and rolling her onto her back. Then the two dark-haired girls were gazing in awe at the luxuriant growth of honey-colored hair between Bobbi's thighs that was divided by flaring labia of extraordinary fullness and length.
"Holy cow, would you look at the size of that gash?" Wendy said. "It would take someone with a cock as big as Ricky's to fill it."
"I said no guys," Bobbi said. "I'll take on you chicks one at a time but no studs!"
"I don't think you have any choice," Tess said, stripping off her see-through blouse and red hot pants. "Come on, Wendy! Last one into Bobbi's cunt is a rotten apple!"
Bobbi yelled and tried to roll off Ricky, but he wrapped his arms around her and held her while Tess threw herself on top of the struggling blonde. Giggling, Wendy shed her scanty shorts and shirt and joined the tangle of bodies.
"This is rape!" Bobbi gasped. "Rape . . . pure and simple!"
"It may be rape," Wendy said, "but it sure ain't pure and with four people taking part, it won't be very simple either."
Tess's excitingly curved body was stretched out on top of Bobbi's, pressing the muscular buttocks into Ricky's middle. Wendy straddled the stack of bodies in a half-crouch, rubbing her girlish slit against the side of her gym teacher's face.
"You'll enjoy this, Miss Whitney," Wendy said. "Tess and me will give you so much cunt to eat that you'll have indigestion of the erogenous zones."
Ricky slipped a hand under the still-protesting Bobbi and drew her robe up out of the way while he unzipped his pants and released his ever-ready shaft.
"Tess, you get the pussy and I get the mouth first time around," Wendy said. "Then we'll change off later. Okay?"
"Okay, but that doesn't leave much for poah Rick," Tess said, inserting a finger into the blonde's long gash and diddling her a few times to stir up the sizzling juices.
Wendy giggled again. "Don't worry about Ricky. He always finds something that interests him."
"Right," Ricky said. His swollen dong was already pressed between the cheeks of Bobbi's ass and each time the big woman moved, it rubbed pleasurably along the deep crack.
"Please don't . . . don't!" Bobbi whimpered, squirming and hitting out at first Ricky and then Tess. "I said one at a time, not this way, not all at once . . . no, no, no!"
Wendy grabbed the flailing arms and held them wide while she brought the peach fuzz that covered her pussy down onto the woman's mouth. Bobbi's protests faded into gurgles and then changed into lustful slurping sounds as her tongue went to work on the tender girl flesh she couldn't resist.
Tess's small but big-nippled breasts moved over Bobbi's low-rising mounds and her faintly rounded belly clung to the bigger woman's flat, taut plain. Looking around his sister's leg, Ricky could see Tess's black-bearded cunt almost swallowed up in the wider, deeper, longer gorge that gleamed pinkly around it. The musk of all three females assailed his nostrils. His cock throbbed in excited response.
Turning his eyes upward, he saw Bobbi's tongue slithering in and out of Wendy's tight niche with increasing enthusiasm. Trickles of girl juice mixed with whiskey-flavored saliva dripped down Wendy's thighs, so close he could have licked up a drop or two with just a little extra effort.
He was rubbing his jutting prick between Bobbi's writhing buttocks, letting it tap tentatively against the puckered flesh of her anus. The woman made a choking, squalling sound as he poked at the tiny aperture and tensed in frightened anticipation of having his thickness jammed into it. But Ricky wasn't ready for that yet. He was simply tormenting her to show her how powerless she was.
Bobbi had given up trying to get away. Her head was resting on Ricky's shoulder and Wendy was sitting on her face while Tess stretched out over the length of the tanned, firm-fleshed body, sucking voraciously at the tiny nipples and agitating the simmering gash with her own insatiable quim.
Ricky gradually worked his inflated penis downward until it poked between the backs of Bobbi's thighs. He rested momentarily, enjoying the sensation of being squeezed between the muscular legs while his bulging knob pushed against the front of Tess's thighs. But he wanted more. He wanted his manhood pulsing between those two fragrant cunts as they ground against each other. It might take a contortionist to do it, but Ricky was young, his muscles and sinews flexible and he was willing to give it the old high school try.
He inched down under Bobbi, forcing her thighs wider apart with his knees, then thrust his hips upward and felt his prick touch wet, slick cunt flesh. Another straining push, and it was sliding up the length of the Lesbian's torrid split, trapped in the hot gully by Tess's churning vale.
"Well, well, ah do declare," Tess drawled, "feels like you suddenly grew a big, fat cock, Bobbi honey."
Bobbi twitched and grunted, but didn't take her mouth away from Wendy's yearning cunt to say a word. The slurping, sucking noises simply got louder.
Ricky was grunting with pleasure as Tess's hot, slippery pussy rubbing over the sensitive head of his cock shoved it almost half an inch into the maw of the big Lesbian's vagina. This was a kind of paradise for a guy's tumescence-two sets of well-lubricated labia, one wide and deep, the other narrow and pert, but both soft and awash with the scented oil of lust.
"You ought to feel this, Wendy," Tess husked. "Youah lil ole brother's darlin' big dong is caught between my puss and Bobbi's. You might say ah'm drivin' it up her cunt. Ohhh, that nice fat man-meat . . . ahhhh, that slippery pussy! Ah'm goin' right out of man gourd!"
The dark-hued cunt rubbed with increasing force along Ricky's solid erection, forcing it into the ample crevice of the golden-fringed twat, which despite Bobbi's avowed anti-masculine sentiments was pulsing around the intruding penis.
"Hey, this is wild. This I really dig!" Wendy said, revolving her hips so Bobbi could reach every fold of girlish pink grotto. "Wow! I'm almost there! Suck hard, Miss Whitney! Bring me off like you did Alix in the picture! Ram that tongue in all the way!"
She was bouncing up and down on the blonde's face, squeezing Bobbi's head between her thin young legs, smearing her orgasmic deluge in eyes and mouth and nose, her own eyes tightly closed as she shuddered and shook with released delirium.
"Tess too! Tess too!" the doctor's wife cried, her tension increasing with the speed of imminent climax. Her eyes rolled madly and she went slightly berserk, clawing and squeezing Bobbi's breasts and surging strenuously against the joined sex organs of her two partners. Her rebel yell of triumph was fortunately muffled as she sank her teeth into the big Lesbian's shoulder.
Ricky could feel the spasming of the steamy crevice against his rampant prick and then felt Bobbi's vaginal muscles tighten as she too reached completion, whether from sucking Wendy or cunt-fucking Tess, Ricky couldn't tell. But those grasping spasms and the miasma of raw lust that surrounded him took him over the top into the throes of orgasm, and he spurted copiously into the blonde's vagina. The hot sap overflowed, running back out and into Tess. Just knowing that he was filling two women at once made him shoot another blast into the pussies he was sandwiched between.
"Hey, man, that is really far out!" Wendy said, leaning forward to stare down between the two female bodies as Tess raised herself on her hands. "These chicks have got you trapped, brother, but you keep spilling into them like Niagara Falls."
Stretching out along the blonde's body, Wendy dragged the hard apples of her breasts down Bobbi's midriff and rested her chin on the flat belly to get a close-up view of the triple joining. Her own pussy was still resting against Bobbi's mouth while the blonde licked up the droplets of youthful honey from the curled cuntlips, the wispy pubic hair and the childlike thighs.
Tess was making contented little noises as she revolved her pussy leisurely over Ricky's softening cock and Bobbi's squishy quim. Wendy slid a hand into the soupy connection, tracing down Ricky's cock while fingering the swollen membranes of the women as well.
"I hope no one's pooped out," Wendy said, " 'cause I'm ready for another go-round right now."
"Must we have this stinking male bugging us?" Bobbi asked. "Men are pigs, boys are piglets. Only women really groove together."
"Now, Bobbi honey, that's no way to talk,"
Tess said, pulling herself higher on the blonde's belly so the curly black hair that adorned her pussy was within an inch or so of Wendy's mouth. "That boy just helped you get youah jollies, so don't badmouth him."
"Ugh!" Bobbi said and twitched in disgust, unable to move very far because of the bodies crawling over and under her.
"You know, I've sucked a lot of cocks," Wendy said, "but I've never eaten a pussy."
"Well, you've got a couple of tempting ones there," Ricky said. "All you have to do is start nibbling."
"Yeah, but which one do I want? Let's see how the black one tastes, then I'll try the blonde." Wendy's tongue shot out and swept up through the glistening black hair, dipping into the fissure of the sloppy cunt and up over the quivering mound almost to the navel. "Wow, you oughta dig this taste! It's really something else! It's part Ricky-come and part Tess and part Miss Whitney . . . what a far-out mixture!"
"Lick it off me, darlin'," Tess said, drawing her legs up and separating them widely to give the girl full access to the brimming quim. "Lick youah brother's jism out of my cunt."
"Yeah . . . yum . . . groovy ..." Wendy mumbled, her tongue lapping at Tess's lust-swollen labia and dabbling in the hot pool of juices that filled it.
The shifting of the heap of female flesh gave Ricky a chance to change his position also, although he couldn't move far. His penis had quickly become hard again and now he found the revitalized weapon lying once more in the sweaty vale between Bobbi's buttocks. When he felt the glans butt against the puckery rim of her anus, he shoved at it, and said close to her ear, "Well, well, it looks like Fate has picked my next target."
"No, none of that!" the big blonde yelped, tightening the cheeks of her ass in an effort to reject him. "I don't let guys fuck me, much less let them bugger me! Get away! Leave me alone!"
"Don't yell so, honey," Tess said, removing her snatch from Wendy's mouth and clambering up over the younger girl to swing around and settle it over the blonde's lips. "Shut up and do what you like best-eat pussy. Wendy, scoot on down so ah can lick that sweet little pink slit of youahs."
"Groovy," Wendy said and slid downward until her face was over the gym teacher's deep, juicy cunt. "This'll be a real blast!" She opened the ruddy gash with her fingers and plunged her tongue into the soft, squirming flesh.
Bobbi gasped and began licking Tess eagerly and expertly while Tess tongued the younger girl and delved into her firm fleshiness as though eating a ripe peach.
Ricky's lance probed again at the yielding depression between Bobbi's buttocks, but despite her preoccupation with Tess's fevered gap, the blonde wriggled and twisted to prevent the threatened penetration. Twice he pulled back and tried to drive into the tight orifice only to have the big Lesbian frustrate his efforts by moving at the last second so that his dong butted into one solid cheek or the other.
"Hold still!" Ricky ordered, gripping her flanks and trying to prevent any further moves. It didn't work. She was still able to squirm enough to foil his attempt by knocking him off target.
"Hold still, damn you!" Ricky growled, getting his arms around her so his hands were on her thighs and creeping up to her pubic area. He felt her jump when he touched the mound and pulled at the crisp, blonde hair.
"No ... no ... don't ..." she said, but the words were barely audible as Tess squashed her cunt tighter against the caressing lips and tongue.
Tangling his fingers in the thick hair, one hand on either side of his sister's face as she sucked on the stump of a clitoris, Ricky used the pulpy labia as handles to grip the big girl's straining body.
She groaned and gave in, letting him maneuver her as he would, tears squeezing out of her eyes and running down her cheeks to drip on his neck.
But Ricky was past caring how much he hurt her. He yanked at the pubic hair again to hold her as he lunged and his penis rammed against the pouting pucker of her anus, forcing entry into the stubborn passage. Under the sudden pressure, the crinkly hole expanded slightly, then a little more as Ricky persisted. This was a new experience for him. He had wanted to try it before, but the circumstances had never been just right. Now he held a strongly built woman captive and the pain he caused her would be partially compensated for by the lustful activity she was engaged in with Tess and his sister.
The constricting sphincter muscle gave suddenly and the channel beyond stretched sufficiently to admit the gouging head. Ricky kept pushing, following up his hard-won advantage by screwing in deeper. It was hard work, especially in the cramped position he was in, but he persevered until several inches of his rock-hard tool skewered the sobbing girl's ass. He rested briefly, letting her get used to the stuffed feeling while he exulted in his domination over her.
When he started undulating his rump again, he found that the farther up her intestine he screwed, the easier it became to make congress. Having accommodated itself to the knobby head, the passageway adapted itself readily to the rest of the assaulting rod. Of course it was still tremendously tight and the sensation was almost unbearably erotic.
His fingers were still twisting in the pubic hair, and the girl winced and twitched as he pulled on it, but the penetration of her rear couldn't be as repulsive and painful as he had thought because Wendy raised her head in surprise and he felt hot, sticky juice wet his fingers.
"She must like being fucked in the ass, Ricky," Wendy giggled, sticking her tongue into the spasming quim. "She came so fast and she's still coming."
Ricky stabbed into the resilient rectum violently, again and again, suddenly furious with the big woman and hating her for all the nights she had spent with Alix's beautiful body spread for her feasting mouth and cunt.
"Do . . . you . . . like ... it ... bitch?" he muttered, each word accompanied by jolting thrust that reamed her asshole relentlessly.
A scream was torn from Bobbi's lips this time in spite of the gag of woman flesh Tess had jammed into it ... a high-pitched wail in which were mingled equal parts of pain and wild, carnal pleasure.
Ricky didn't try to prolong the hot climax he knew was approaching. He drove in and in and in, ignoring a ripping sensation as he finally crashed full-length into the slimy pit and shuddered through a tempestuous orgasm. His seed spurted deep into her bowels while he held her firmly into the curve of his convulsing loins and Wendy licked hotly at the gaping twat.
Bobbi stiffened, then went into a St. Vitus' dance of writhing and thrashing. Her arms flailed. Her long, tanned thighs lifted and her body rolled. She moaned through the wet hair and slippery love flesh of the woman she was serving with her mouth and climaxed again.
Wendy's slender body heaved with its own burst of rapture and Tess followed close behind.
Drained of lust and beginning to feel disgust at his brutal performance, Ricky withdrew his deflated cock from the Lesbian's rectum and rolled out from under the tangle of arms and legs and bodies. Looking down at his reeking cock, he almost gagged as he saw streaks of blood on its gooey surface. He hated himself for the sexual fury he had given way to and that had permitted him to indulge in physical cruelty.
Wendy obviously didn't share her brother's feelings. She was still lying on her belly with her face between Bobbi's thighs, staring at the blonde's ravaged anus and licking her lips at the sight of Ricky's jism flecked with blood dripping from it. "This broad likes it any way she can get it. I thought you said she was pure Lez."
Tess crawled down beside the younger girl to take a look for herself. "Ah hope it was worth it, Bobbi honey, 'cause you are going to have trouble sittin' down for a while."
"Don't care ..." Bobbi panted. "It hurt, but it... oh God, I can't describe it . . . felt like nothing I ever felt before."
Ricky rolled farther away from the pyramid of female flesh, revulsion at the whole caper engulfing him. There was only one thing he was thankful for, and that was that they hadn't found Alix at home. In the madness of the moment he might have permitted the same sort of thing to happen to her, might have let them use her as a mere sexual convenience.
You're beginning to think like a square, he told himself derisively. Where was the old Ricky, the one who believed that anything that felt good should be done, no matter what the consequences for others? There didn't seem to be much doubt that he was changing. First there had been the decreased fixation on his mother, and now this. He thought he could somehow trace it all back to his night on the beach with Alix.
"Ricky, you better come on back here," Wendy said. "We're starting to swing again."
Ricky looked toward the three females. They had regrouped, arranging themselves so there was room for him to fuck either Tess or Wendy doggie-fashion and still keep up their Lesbian cunnilingus. Ricky grimaced. He turned away and used his handkerchief to wipe his cock clean before tucking it back inside his pants and zipping up.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Tess asked. "You can't quit now. We're just getting started!"
"You three go ahead," Ricky said. "I just remembered something I have to do."
He got almost to the door before Bobbi yelled, "Hey, what about the pictures? You promised! You don't think I'm doing all this for nothing, do you?"
Ricky knew damn well why she was doing it. She liked it. She had been forced into it but now she really dug the group scene. Well, that was okay with him. He'd touched that base himself and dug it, but now it wasn't what he wanted. He wasn't sure what he did want except that he thought it probably had red hair around it.
"Give her the pictures," Tess said. "She's earned them."
"Yeah, and she's going to continue to earn them," Wendy said, lapping industriously at woman flesh. Ricky wondered if he had succeeded in turning his little sister into a Lesbian but decided he probably hadn't. Wendy was an experimenter. Eventually she'd find out what she liked the best sex-wise and be happy with it, and he strongly suspected that when she did, a man would be involved.
He gathered up the snapshots and dropped all but one of them on Bobbi's bare, heaving belly. The one he kept was of Alix alone, and he considered that too beautiful to part with. Maybe someday he'd show it to Alix and tell her how much it meant to him.
"Tess, if I call you in a couple of hours, can we set up the deal with Shaver? I just don't know of any other way to stop him from blackmailing my mother into marrying him."
"Make that four or five hours and you may have a deal," Tess murmured. "By then, ah'll be getting a little tired of pussy and want some good ole cock."
Ricky grinned down at her. "Non-Stop Tessie. I kind of envy you."
"Trouble with you, honey, is you're gettin' old. That's what's wrong with men . . . they're ovah the hill at seventeen."
"Yeah, sure," Ricky said and left. He closed the door behind him and went slowly down the steps, thinking about Alix, thinking about the night he had rescued her from Donovan and how he had stood at the bottom of these stairs watching her go up them and wanting her so much his balls had ached.
Just as he reached the bottom step, a car pulled in to the curb and Alix slid across the seat and got out. It was almost as though he had conjured her up with his thoughts, but then he realized she must be returning early from the Head Start project.
He opened the door, about to intercept her and head her off so she wouldn't walk in on the mini-orgy still going on in her apartment, but before he could step outside another car pulled up behind hers and two husky, bearded youths got out. Alix turned in surprise as they accosted her, then struck out at them with her purse as they grabbed her and hustled her into their car.
Ricky broke into a run just as the men manhandled Alix through the open door while a third man slammed it shut behind them and gunned the motor into life.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" Ricky yelled. "Stop, you guys!"
The car pulled away from the curb and raced off, leaving only the faint sound of Alix's scream for help ringing in his ears.