Chapter 13
All was peaceful at Brenda's lovely Villa Pleasance as the morning sun rose above the Caribbean. Nikki would have been surprised at what the first rays darting through the blinds of Brenda's luxurious bedroom revealed.
Pat's body was cozily curled up against Brenda's billowing bulges in the huge double bed. Her close-cropped black-haired head was gently rising and falling as it lay pillowed on Brenda's comfortable tits. One of Brenda's hands was reposing between Pat's soft thighs, gently frigging her moist cuntlips.
Their conversation as they awoke would have surprised Nikki even more.
"Mummmy Brenda, it feels so good when you move your hand down there!" Pat said sleepily.
"Yes, darling."
"Cuddle me. Please? "Mmm ... so sweet ... "
"Ouch, my titty!"
"Oh. I'm sorry. I forgot."
"It's okay."
"But it isn't. Let me look. Oh, I'm so ashamed. I guess I really walloped you. Does it hurt much?"
"Uh-huh. But I don't care. After all, it brought us together, didn't it?"
"You darling. What a perfectly marvelous thing to say. Pat, I never felt like this before."
"Me neither. It's really something, huh?"
"I've never known anything like it. And so crazy, the way it happened. I went to the beach to look for Burt last night and instead I found you."
"You found Burt too."
"Of course. But after the first couple of minutes I didn't even know he was alive. What's more, I didn't care You were the only one in the world for me."
"I'm glad."
"And you still are. The only one, Pat. I mean it. I'll never let you go. Never."
"That's the way I feel, too. I don't want to go. I'd like to stay with you forever. Can I? Brenda, can I stay and be your little girl forever?"
"Yes. Oh, I want you to. But why are you looking like that? Is that sadness I see on my little sweetheart's pretty face? What's the matter, darling?"
"It's only pretend, that's what's the matter. Because I have to go back to Paula."
"Well, yes, you do now. Today, I mean. But then you can pack your things and move in with me. So what is there to be sad about?"
"It-it can't happen. Paula won't let me. Brenda, I did something bad once and I think she knows about it. She's never said anything, but I can tell. She got a letter that had the postmark of the town where I used to live. But that didn't bother me and I wasn't in the least bit worried. I didn't care what she found out. But now I do. If she wants to, Paula can keep me from coming here to live with you."
"You did something bad? Tell me."
"I-I'd rather not. It really isn't important, except that Paula might use it against me. Especially if I left her to be with you. She's so possessive. Sometimes she acts like she owns me. And she does, I guess."
"Nobody owns you but me. You're mine, Pat because you want to be. Last night was like a revelation for me; it was something brand-new and wonderful and I don't want to lose it I'll fight Paula tooth and nail for you."
"No. You mustn't fight her. It would only get me into deeper trouble. Well have to find some other way."
"Well find it. But you'll have to tell me what it's all about, don't you see that? I've got to know what kind of a hold Paula has over you."
"I'll tell you. I want to. I'll tell you everything there is to know about me. But not now. Please? I don't want to feel sad anymore. Cuddle me?"
"Mmmmm, yes."
"Oooooh!"
"Hurt? Shall I kiss it and make it well?"
"No. Just hold me."
"Mummy's baby girl...."
Morning. Heavy draperies shutting out the sunlight and holding in the stench of alcohol and sex. Bright-plumaged Lazurian birds chirping welcome to the new-born day to awaken veterans of a thousand hang-overs. Morning in the house (a house that was not a home) of Michele Duval.
"You're awake, Paula?"
"I'm up. How could anybody sleep with those loud-mouthed nightingales playing rock'n'roll out there?"
"In a mood, eh? Bad?"
"Awful. All that booze."
"Next time don't drink so much."
"Next time, Michele? Hah!"
"No?"
"Never. I got it out of my system last night. All out. There won't be any next time."
"You're sure of that, yes?"
"Positive. And what are you grinning about? Why so smug? Don't you believe me?"
"Was I grinning, Paula? Yes, I suppose I was. Because I was thinking of last night."
"Oh...."
"Remember?"
"I'm doing my best to forget. You'll never make me do those things again, Michele, I swear it. I'm cured. It's over. That kind of perverted filth is just too-"
"Hush, dear, don't be angry. And who is to judge what is good and what is bad? Filth to one person might mean roses to another. Besides, you liked it, didn't you?"
"I hated it."
"Oh? Then why did you do it? The things you call filth, Paula, why didn't you stop me?"
"Don't you know? Because I was drunk. So drunk I couldn't see straight. You knew only too well how to take advantage of my condition."
"That's the only reason? You were drunk?"
"Blind drunk."
"And now? How do you feel now?"
"Miserable. I'm hung over, Michele. I feel lousy and I'd like to get some more sleep. So if you chase those gossipy birds away...."
"Never mind the birds. Are you drunk now?"
"Of course not. Shaky, but not-"
"Then look at me."
"Huh? What for?"
"Don't ask questions. Just look."
"What are you trying to do, hypnotize me?"
"I don't have to Paula. Just our being here together is enough. You can't escape me. Drunk or sober, it makes no difference. You can't escape. Don't you realize that?"
"Oh, you're being silly."
"Am I? Look at me. Look at my body and remember the thrill it gave you. Did anyone else in the world ever give you that kind of thrill? Could you live without it? If I said no to you, wouldn't you beg for the privilege of sucking my pussy? I can make you do that, my dear. You know I can. I've already proved it. You think I care about how much whiskey you drink or don't drink? It's nothing. Nothing compared to how much you need what I can give you."
"I ... I ... "
"It's hard to say, hum? The words won't come out. You know why? I'll tell you. Because when you deny me, you deny the truth. You deny yourself. Between us there can be no walls, Paula. We are interlocked in the same picture. You need me-and you must recognize that I have need of you."
"You-you need me?"
"Of course. You make me complete. Come, my dear, touch me. Give me your hand. Feel how my cunny quivers with longing. Longing for your lips my shy and submissive maiden. For you, Paula. Here. See? See how it throbs?"
"Oh."
"Ah, how nice. I love your fingers. So talented. And your lips, too. Give me your talented lips."
"Please, Michele, I-I-"
"You don't want to? Shall we let it end? If so, then let's say goodbye with a kiss. Give me your lips."
"No-yes-oh, it isn't good-by. I'm all mixed up. Let me go to the bathroom and wash my face."
"Yes. We'll go together, Paula. I haven't been to the bathroom yet, either. Come. I have need of you."
Morning. Brilliant sunlight beaming down upon blue-green ocean and silven-gold sand. St. Lazure in all it's natural beauty. Morning on the beach, bringing to life the blanket-wrapped cocoon with its twin larvae.
"Hey!"
"Ummm...."
"It's daylight. Burt, wake up."
"Uh-huh."
"No. I'm serious. I know it's early, but if you want to sleep some more we ought to put our suits back on. What if someone were to come by?"
"Nobody will. Not here in the cove. Unless they're looking for us, and I don't know anyone who would get up at the crack of dawn to take that trouble."
"Oh. Back to sleep then?"
"Fat chance. Nikki, all of a sudden I'm not so sleepy. I wonder why. Two naked people wrapped in a blanket shouldn't have any problems going to sleep, should they?"
"We didn't last night. No problems at all. Must have been because we were tired, huh?"
"Seems logical. Aren't you tired now?"
"Somehow, no. Burt, are you?"
"I'm not sure."
"Ask a foolish question, you'll get a foolish answer. Not sure, hummmm? Okay, I'd better check for myself."
"Nikki what are you-"
"Be still. I'm checking."
"I'll say you are."
"And I'm getting results that aren't so negative. No, you're definitely not tired enough to sleep."
"Rascal. With that kind of checking, how could anyone possible be tired?"
"Don't blame it on me."
"No? Who then?"
"You can blame it all on yourself. It's what you get for being the strong, manly type."
"Oh? Young lady, do I detect a note of laughter in your tone when you call me that?"
"No laughter. Only a smile. A smile of fond memory."
"Even a smile is too much. Stop it."
"I can't."
'I'll make you."
"Will you? Burt, is mat a promise?"
"It most certainly is. A promise that I'm going to keep. No more laughing for you."
"So who's laughing?"
"That includes smiling, too. That's how strong and manly I feel mis morning."
"Um ... yes ... I see what you mean."
"You see?"
"Well, no, I don't exactly see. Shall I duck my head under the blanket and-"
"Don't bother."
"Oh? Okay, mister strong-manly, got any other ideas? I'm willing to listen to reason. I'm willing to-oh!-Burt, what are you doing?"
"I'll give you three guesses-and the first two don't count. Now shut up and give me a little cooperation. Let's get this blanket uh-huh that's better."
"That's much-"
Burt panted as his big dick thrust into the curving softness of her belly and welcoming cuntlips. Nikki began a teasing grind under him and felt his throbbing prick straining against her vaginal walls. Burt pulled her weaving legs even further apart and she yelped with pleasure as he drove his cock right into her twat up to the very hilt with a powerful thrust. Nikki's asscheeks gleamed with writhing grace as they ground to match Burt's plunging desire.
Her strong legs gripped his torso like a vise as her feet wound around his back.
"You're a real man, love," she cried out "I can't keep from coming another second!"
Shuddering, threshing wildly in Burt's grip, her cunt strained in the throes of peak bliss. Burt's cock arced into her seething vagina with a jackknifing lunge, he groaned deeply as fiery sperm fountained in spurting, creamy jets from his cock into her cunt.