Chapter 5
It was so dark after he cut the lights of the rented car that Don Haywood was certain that he could never make his way safely to the beach, despite the blaze of the huge bonfire which pinpointed the scene of the youthful beach party.
Don looked around, then sighed and relaxed behind the steering wheel for a moment. His hands, still gripping the wheel, were tense. He wondered why. He relaxed them, let them drop in his lap, then he sighed again.
Don was surprised that he had actually agreed to attend the Bay City teenagers' party. He felt the flashing wish that Cass Bigelow had been able to find a way to join him. But she had not.
She was obligated to dinner with the principal and his wife, and, where Cass was obligated, she obliged.
The fire sent sparks into the sky like millions of fire flys. Don looking at it, felt restlessness within him. It was a new feeling, one that had persisted throughout the brief journey he had made with Cass. He knew its cause. Sexuality. Great, steaming sexuality, the strongest that had ever pushed through his conservative life to claim his almost constant attention.
After the astonishing circumstances that had found him making love in a car at the faculty parking lot with the sexually aggressive High School girl, Lisa, Don had sparked to life, had declared himself a man who would in the future taste of life in the fullest, pursue its every joy, miss no opportunity to enhance and repeat the thrill he had known from the lustful body of the sixteen year old. But, a few days later, guilt had set it. Don felt like the villain who had violated an innocent child. Since that time, he had bounced back and forth between the opposite poles of desire and caution like a ping pong ball. He was ambivalent and uncertain of himself. So uncertain that he had constantly avoided Cass and her bold overtures of love. And with the students he interviewed, he remained stern and passive; that way on the outside, but on the inside he boiled with desire for the young bodies that presented themselves at the office which had been provided by the Bay City High School.
And now he was attending a high school beach party, he thought. And now-what? It was insane, a part of him cautioned. It was great, the very thing he had too long denied himself, another part of him hurried to assure.
Don opened the car door and stepped into the blackness of the night. He moved away from the car carefully, but as his eyes adjusted to darkness he quickened his pace, moved more confidently toward the bonfire which seemed to beckon like the devil.
When he had made his way down the steep hill that -rimmed the beach, Don paused. His shoes had filled with sand. He felt thoroughly uncomfortable. He wished that he had not worn his dark business suit. It seemed absolutely, too, too out of place. But he had wanted to maintain the dignity of a visiting professor so he had looked longingly at slacks and sport shirts in his closet as he decided not to change. Now he wished he had done otherwise.
Don walked sandy, heavy-footed down the beach. He did not stop until a tall, dark form stepped toward him just outside the ring of fire.
"Professor Haywood, I presume," the voice said politely.
"Yes. Yes, I am," Don replied.
The form stepped nearer and Don saw that his greeting host was a handsome colored boy.
"I'm Ben, sir," Ben said. "Welcome to our little gathering. We're so glad you consented to join us."
"Well, now," Don said, his voice taking on a note of pleasure. "I'm really delighted to be here, Mr.-."
"Ben, please, sir."
"Of course, Ben. Yes, now, I'm delighted to be here."
Don allowed himself to be escorted to the circle the rest of the youngsters made. He looked at all of them. He was surprised at how quiet they were. He had somehow expected greater noise and abandon from such a youthful group. He was even a little sorry that they appeared so sedate.
As Ben introduced him to the Bay City High School juniors and seniors, Don bowed and looked closely at each of the students. There were so many he couldn't remember the names. But some seemed very special, were the kind of youngsters he could not help but respond to with admiration.
There was a flaming haired girl with a freckled body, revealed to him only below shorts and from the short sleeves of her blouse. She seemed very nice. A little shy, to be sure, but nice nevertheless. And there was a little chocolate doll of a girl named Tina. Don was very impressed with her. She had an amazingly intact body and he rather wished that she had not concealed it so fully beneath a long, terry-cloth robe. And the boy, Jim, seemed nice, too. Shy and conservative. Don knew the type well. Jim was the kind of boy who was always, and always would be, in the background of any group. A true introvert, the kind who shivered at the sight of a girl, who mumbled when confronted by an adult, the kind of boy who would always be ill at ease in a group. Even the ragged jeans the boy wore revealed this to Don. The unconventional jeans were the boy's attempt to be different, to draw the attention to himself that would not otherwise come to him. The pretty blonde girl named Lee was the female other half of Jim, Don decided. Shy, retiring, she was the kind of child who flushed at a dirty word, even a word that was not truly dirty, just off-color. Yes, they seemed a very nice group, Don decided. Very nice. The kind of teenagers he could instantly read, the kind who revealed their fresh, wholesome, youthful seriousness to a stranger at the very first meeting. But the one who impressed Don the most was an exquisite girl with the strange name of Lio. His body nearly stammered when he looked at her. She was exotically beautiful, and she was dressed more daringly than the others with an open bottom blouse and very tight shorts. Her manner impressed Don, too. She was very direct, told him at once that she wanted to discuss her qualifications for Blair with him. He liked that. And he liked the way she carried her beautiful body with complete confidence. He could not help thinking erotic thoughts about her, wondering if she had a boy friend, if she was still a virgin, what her national background really was, why she seemed so different than the other girls.
"Well, Professor," Ben said when he finished with the introductions. "This is our little group.
Almost everyone here is interested in Blair. We thought you might honor us with a few words about Blair before we have refreshments and entertainment. We'd all be mighty pleased with any words of advice you care to give us."
"Well, now, that's very generous of you," Don said. "Truly generous. Most youngsters I've encountered hardly have enough time for themselves without having a dried-up professor take it away from them."
"You won't be-I mean, you're not dried-up, Professor," Ben replied. "Not at all. As a matter-of-fact, I think I speak for everyone here when I say that we're mighty pleased to find that you're a young man. It kind of makes us have a little more confidence in the people who run the colleges. Isn't that right, kids?"
There were shouts and calls of affirmance. Quickly, not even knowing why he did so, Don turned and looked at Lio to see if she too was accepting him with confidence and as a near-peer. She smiled, but she did not speak out as the others did. But the smile seemed enough.
Ben motioned Don forward. He started slowly, feeling his way along the familiar paths of shouting praise for the college he represented. And soon, he became enthusiastic, as much so as he always did when speaking of Blair State, when telling of the glory of a liberal arts education at a school known for its liberal leanings. Don addressed the group much longer than he had intended. But he became quite carried away and did not bring his speech to an end until he noticed a very decided restlessness among his audience.
"And so, for those of you who can qualify," he ended, "you will find Blair waiting to serve your intellect. You will find too, as I have found throughout the years, that you will feel compelled to also serve Blair-all your life, in everything you do, for, in a way, Blair truly becomes your life."
The applause was generous, so generous that Don wondered for a moment whether it was motivated by true appreciation for his speech, or only because it had ended. But it didn't matter. He was excited, very excited by the bloom of the youthful aspirants for the college he loved.
Don accepted refreshments offered him by the little blonde, Lee. He munched several sloppy-joes. And he accepted a half-filled bottle of Coke. He wondered why it was only half-filled. Oh, well, these unsanitary things sometimes happen at a beach party, he concluded. And while he ate, while he also sipped from the half-filled Coke bottle, Don glanced again and again in the direction of Lio. He carried on limited conversations with the students as he sneaked glances at her. He wished that she would come forward, wished ardently that he might have a chance to be close to her. And the more he ate, the more he drank the liquid in the bottle, the more he felt this way. Finally, he could bear it no longer. He felt very hot, very uncomfortable. Then he decided to do something about his heavy attire. Like a gay undergraduate, he bent and dislodged his socks and shoes. Then he stripped himself of jacket and tie, rolled his sleeves high above his elbows, and opened his shirt until much of his chest was bared to the cool breeze of the night.
"That's right, professor," the girl, Lee, said. "Get comfortable."
"I'm doing just that," he said, laughing, wondering what moved him to that, then not giving a damn because he enjoyed laughing.
Lee took a quick swallow of the drink that she held. Then she giggled. Don was surprised. It seemed out of the character he had composed for such a girl. But it delighted him. Everything seemed suddenly to delight him very much. And he felt other, stronger things than delight. True, hard, and anxious sexuality rippled through his body, made him look at Lee with a glint in his eye, made him feel the heavy thumping of his heart as if he were asserting himself as a man as he had done weeks earlier with another schoolgirl.
"I think you're wonderful," Lee suddenly blurted.
"Oh, do you now," Don replied, breathing deeply, knowing that he was deliberately increasing the size of his bare chest to her.
"Yes, you're not like a professor at all."
"But I am."
"Yes, a nice one, not one of those old meany type teachers we have at Bay High."
Don laughed good naturedly. He thought it was very funny the way she described her teachers. And he very well knew what she meant. Teachers were too stiff and out of touch with their students. They were much too somber and conservative, too-. He stopped and thought of himself. Yes, it was himself he was describing, the man he had always been. Had always been, he repeated to himself. Yes, good, it's in the past, gone forever, indecision, and ambivalence was over, he would be as he wanted, when he wanted, and with whom he wanted, and he would start immediately, nothing would stop him from the fleshy pleasures he wanted to know. And he had the power of his position to allow him to achieve any and all he desired.
"So you want to go to Blair, eh?" Don asked Lee, nudging closer to her, taking another sip from his Coke bottle.
"I want to, but I'm going to have trouble, Professor."
"You are?"
"Yes. You see, my marks are lower than they should be, pretty darn low, in fact."
"Ummmmmmm, that's too bad."
Lee slipped her hand within his arm. "Do you think I'll be rejected, Professor?"
"Rejected, child? You? Of course not. What man in his right mind would reject a pretty one like you? Heavens!"
"I'm talking about Blair, Professor."
"Oh, yes, Blair, you're afraid Blair might not accept you, is that right?"
"Yes, sir," she said demurely, looking to the ground but giving his arm a little squeeze at the same time, a squeeze that brought her firm breast in contact with his arm.
"Well, we'll just have to review your record when school opens tomorrow. We'll review it and see if there's anything we-that I-might be able to do to help you."
She snuggled closer, and Don felt the pressure of her bare thigh against his leg. It burned clear through his trousers. Then he felt a long caress of her breast again as she moved tighter to his arm.
"Do we have to wait until tomorrow to decide?" she asked him. Her voice was low and sultry.
"Well of course, heavens, we can't-." He stopped. The words he spoke were those which came to him naturally, born from years of caution and conventionality.
"We could go somewhere it's quiet and down the beach and talk about it," Lee suggested.
"Of course we could," Don said suddenly. The tone of his voice carried a quality of new resolve, a quality that indicated new determination to mend his conservative ways.
"Oh, good," she breathed passionately.
"But the others-it might seem rude," Don said.
"Rude? Don't be silly. Just look at them."
Don has been so intrigued with Lee, so busy with his thoughts, that he had failed to see that the group had turned animated. There was a murmuring and hustle about the group that seemed very happy. Most of the boys and girls were still drinking from Coke bottles, a few danced to the bongo drum that thumped from some unseen position behind the party scene. And several couples were intimately involved, not promiscuously, but intimate in that a few of them kissed, others stood with their arms locked about each other, and still others traded sweet, almost innocent caresses. Don looked at them and thought how representative they were of all teenagers. But still, there was something different about them, he decided. And the difference was that nearly all of them, especially the girls-even those engaged with boys-looked at him expectantly as if they anticipated some great happening in which he would be involved. It unnerved him for a moment. But only for a moment. Then Lee cuddled close and spoke to him again.
"Come on, Professor," she said. "I know a place among the sand dunes that's nice and private."
"Good," he exclaimed. "Very good, indeed."
Holding tightly to his arm, Lee led him away from the group. Don glanced back, gave a self-conscious wave to no one in particular, then felt completely absurd as he saw Lio watching him. She had a rather sad smile upon her face. It was not directed at him, although she stared at him, but seemed instead to be for all the group, perhaps all the world which she seemed not to approve of at all.
Before they had gone a dozen paces, Lee stopped and looked up at him.
"Better finish your Coke before we get there, Professor," she said. "You've hardly touched it, and you don't want to carry that old bottle with you, now do you?"
"Of course not," he said.
He raised the bottle, swallowed all of the contents, striking the pose of a cowboy at the tough town saloon. Then he threw the bottle to the side.
He had hardly moved another half dozen steps when he felt a slight burning sensation at his stomach. Then it traveled lower and struck at his loins. He felt very hot. And Lee's body, still cuddled close to him, felt hot too. He knew the cause. It was the girl, he decided, her nearness and desirability that made him feel this strange sweep of sexuality. Yet, if she were not close to him, if he didn't know better, he would have sworn that he had just finished off an entire bottle of liquor. But he knew that it was not liquor that he had taken. It had to be the girl. He was glad that she was near, very glad, so glad that he wanted to leap and yelp with joy as he proclaimed to the world his hot, new desires for seduction of all the girls in the school, the country, the world and the great beyond.
By the time they reached the high sand dunes that Lee had designated as the place for their conference, Don was so beside himself with yearning for the girl's delightful body that he was close to whipping her to him, wrestling her to the ground, then taking her forcefully. But he did not. She turned and smiled at him, and he knew that force was not necessary, that Lee, applicant for Blair State, was prepared to discuss her qualifications in the terms of her body's ability.
She breathed deeply and Don could see one nipple come to exposure above her slim bra top. It seemed very well trained, as if she had taught it the delicacy of timing and presentation.
"You'll let me go to Blair, won't you?" she asked sweetly. She raised one hand and lightly touched at his bare chest. Her fingers burned him the same as if they carried hot coals.
"Why are you so set on Blair?" he asked, beginning to enjoy the game of tease himself.
"Lots of reasons," she said. "It's the best possible place to find a husband who will be rich and successful."
"Ummmmmmm, that's true," he said. "Very true, indeed."
"And you'll approve my application, won't you?"
"I might."
"Just might?"
"Yes. Of course I'll have to-to study you a bit."
"I don't mind that at all," she declared.
Don held his arms out to her. It seemed for a moment as if he moved by some inner force, that he was willed to reach for the girl by some instrument of his being that was stronger than his mind, his well trained, formerly conservative mind. And he felt a fantastic stir of desire within him. He felt heat imprison him, swamp him and prepare to suffocate him if he did not that very moment know the closeness of the young body of Lee.
She crashed herself against him. Her hips immediately thrusted forward and Don did the same until they made a nest of their thighs that seemed to cradle and make ready a place for their love.
Don found her tongue strong tasting and very thrilling. It had the taste of some foreign substance that he was sure would escape identification by the best equipped laboratory. He groaned and held her tighter. His mouth hungered so madly at her mouth that their teeth clashed. But that sharpness was compensated for by the warm, soft cuddling of their thighs.
He breathed a long sigh into her mouth. Then he clamped his hands hard to her ass. He pinched, he kneaded, he patted and held and released then pinched and gripped again and again. And all the time he received her tongue, received it, took it, nibbled and drew and drained upon it as if it were the vessel of life itself. His body trembled. He tensed.
"Ohhh, Professor," she whispered. "Oh, Professor, you're-you're-wonderful!"
He brought one hand from her buttocks to a large and willing tit. He closed his fingers upon it, then whispered, "And so are you, Lee. So are you. You're so ... fuckable!"
Their mouths met and they strained together until at last they could strain no more. They collapsed to the sand and immediately wound themselves with the other's arms.
Don had no precedent for the moment. The only young love that he could recall was that which he had shared with the girl, Lisa, and that had been accomplished in the cramped and restrictive quarters of a car. Now he was as wild and as free as the air. He delighted in it. He stretched very long until he was like a ramrod against the soft girl. They kissed again and Don became infused with new raging passion, greater strength, more desire.
He pushed Lee to her back, brought one hand up, gripped her bra, then jerked it from her body.
Her tits bulged forward as she cried, "Oh, you're rough. Real rough. But I like that. Kick me in the cunt!"
He got rougher. He buried his face to her breasts, went between them as if they were pillows among which he longed to suffocate. He burrowed and kissed and swept them with his tongue. He bit hard at the nipples, then tenderly caressed them, held them in his lips and lolled them there. And as he worked upon her body, as he grew more expert and more driven by the growing desires within him, Lee began to moan and whimper and cry. The sounds inflamed Don even more. He kissed lower upon her body, shook his head madly as he bestowed kisses at her belly. And then he wanted more. Patience and delicacy were at an end. He gripped her shorts at the waist band and gave a mighty jerk.
They loosened as her body arched to him, then relaxed to the sand once again. He jerked again and the material ripped and came free.
"Ohh, you're great," Lee whispered. "Just great. So rough and strong and manly. So ... so-everything."
Don rose on his knees and looked down at the new whiteness he had exposed.
"Kiss me again-harder and lower," Lee whined as she arched her hips high. "Kiss my cunt-eat me!"
Don bowed and had just begun the first brush of his lips against her flesh when noises from behind him shot him upright. He turned.
Two girls, both of them naked, both laughing and talking together in happy, crazy tones, moved down from the top of the sand dune toward Lee and Don.
Lee raised and looked in the direction of his eyes. She laughed, then said, "We've got company, buster-I mean, Professor."
"Buster is all right," he said, staring at the thrill of the new bare bodies approaching them. "Who are they? I didn't see them with the group."
"You did," Lee giggled. "But you just don't recognize them now."
As they drew nearer, Don did indeed recognize them. One was the Negro girl, Tina. She was minus her long, terry cloth robe. The other girl was of the large, freckled body and flaming red hair. They both looked very exciting to Don. And they seemed excited themselves, different than when he had seen them with the others. Fleetingly, he wondered if they were drunk, then he had the remembrance of his own drink taken from the Coke bottle. No, they couldn't be drunk, he decided. But they were definitely stimulated in some strange way. And he was glad because he, too, was stimulated, was at a high, high pitch from which he hoped he might never descend.
"Hi, kiddies, having fun?" Tina asked, stopping before them. Then she said, "Professor, you remember Mae here, don't you?"
Don looked at the large, beautifully shaped body and said, "Yes, I remember Mae all right."
"Goodie. We came to see you about our applications for Blair. We want to go over our qualifications with you, Professor."
"Oh, I want you to do just that," Don said, becoming more excited as he looked at the divine, chocolate body of Tina, at the way her nipples seemed hard as bullets, the way her tits were high and rounded.
Red-haired Mae giggled, then scooted her naked body close to Don, as she sat down. Tina, with a light laugh seated herself at the other side of him.
"Hey, this isn't fair," Lee exclaimed. "I haven't been alone with him at all.
"So, what the hell," said Tina. "We're just one big happy family anyway."
"Sure we are," agreed Mae.
Tina turned her shoulders toward Don. She pointed her big, dark breasts at him. Then she leaned forward a bit until her nipples struck at his bare chest.
"Oh, man, you're hot," she said. "You damn near burned me."
"No wonder," Mae said. "He's too well dressed."
"I was just about to take care of that," Lee told them.
Tina smiled vividly and Don looked into her eyes as she leaned forward and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. Then she swept it from his shoulders. Before it even landed on the sand, Mae became busy at his trousers. She un-zipped them, then tugged at them until they came free. She dropped them at the side. And now it was Lee's turn.
"At least you left the best for me," she said.
She pulled at the waistband of his shorts. He raised a bit and allowed her to slowly pull them from his body.
He straightened and thought how wonderful it was that he wasn't the least bit self-conscious about his nudity, that he was even proud of it just as the girls were proud of their own bare bodies.
Tina scooted her hips a bit so that she directly faced. Don. Then Mae moved a bit to the side and Lee took a place on the other side of him. He was surrounded by their nakedness. He looked from one to the other, then back again, then around at all of them with a quick sweep of his eyes. Don couldn't imagine anything so glorious as being surrounded by these delightful girls. It was almost too much to wish for, yet he was the recipient of their bodies.
Mae leaned forward and cupped his face with her hands. Then she kissed him, shooting her tongue deeply into his mouth.
Don jolted with reaction. He reached out and gripped one of her large tits, then remembering all that was presented to him, he reached with the other hand and fondled at Tina's breast. He mentally compared them, tried to think of the difference. He was very conscious of holding the breasts of two different girls, one with each of his hands, while Mae continued to explore his mouth with her hot tongue.
And then he could stand no more. He raged. His blood boiled over and he had to find its cooling.
He broke his mouth away from Mae's. He released her breast and brought that hand, too, to Tina's body. Then he pushed to his knees, shouted a yell of desire and forced her to the ground.
"Hey, you're wild," she said as she immediately rolled to her back.
"Yeah, wild-lucky you," Mae said unhappily.
"But there's enough for all of us tonight," Lee declared.
Their words were a mere mumble of nonsense behind Don as he adjusted to Tina's arching body. He needed no guidance. He did not need encouragement. Nothing-absolutely nothing-could stop him.
He lurched at the dark, rising body, found it, then lurched again as Tina moaned a long call of passion as his cock hit home. Then he felt her hands gently caressing at the small of his back as he plunged faster and harder and longer and again and again to the churning, bouncing, hot and anxious colored girl. He tried to think of difference and comparison again, tried to orient himself along the lines of sex and race to determine if there was a difference in passion and giving. But he could not concentrate upon comparisons. He could only lurch from side to side in a sign of fast mounting passion. And Don's approach speeded too. He felt a special spot of heat increase at his loins and at the small of his back. He increased the frantic lurching of his body. But when it seemed that he was near his end, that he could not stop, he was forced to halt and take another.
Tina writhed under him as he continued to rock her body with a demented, savage pounding attack. His prick was big and thick, and the teenage girl realized that she wasn't dealing with a boy who shoved it in and came after two strokes. Don's attack was prolonged and violent, and Tina's cunt was beginning to glow from the fury of his savage fuck.
He dropped his head to her tits and sucked one into his mouth. The nipple came erect immediately and Tina put her hand behind his head, forcing his face down into her tit, flattening out her great rounded mass of dark flesh. The taste of the negress was exciting Don to the breaking point, but he knew that he was going to see it through and fuck all these girls before he came-he wanted to show them what a fuck was.
The thought of the three girls, all there to do nothing but fuck him until he wanted no more was very exciting to Don. He'd dreamed of things like this ever since his teenage days, and now it was all true; he'd finally found the depraved, wanton chicks who crowded his dreams. Their gleaming, juicy cunts were all his, even if it was only for the evening.
His prick continued to swell as he sucked on Tina's tit and thought about what life was going to be like at Blair State when all these little cunts arrived. He'd have them at his place as often as he could, inviting them over for a drink and then fucking them until he was too tired to continue, having them suck him off and eating their sweet cunts.
"Hey, that's enough damn it," Mae shouted.
Tina, obviously a good friend, wrestled her body free of Don's. She sat up, panting hard as she rolled her body out of the way and said, "All right, next, but hurry, girl, hurry. I want back there-fast."
Mae stumbled to the spot where Tina had been beneath Don's raging body. She arched. She held tightly to his neck, then she dug her fingernails into his flesh and screamed a long, eerie cry of pleasure as he lurched to this new body, this white body, this body that was an extension of the chocolate sister who had only seconds earlier bounded beneath him.
He moved with even faster, stronger fury. And Mae was different only that she brought innovation to her movement. She shifted her hips in a circle and from side to side at every meeting, every parting. And Mae was faster in her growing passion. Before they had moved a half dozen times together she began the short, choked cries of an approaching end. It excited Don greatly, made him move with even greater drive. And, although the pleasure was for him, too, he was content to wait, was confident of his control and knew that he could lash each girl to her satisfaction before he himself had to know his end.
Mae's body rumbled quickly to her finish. She lurched high and held for a moment while she whined new, wild cries, then her hips bounded downward and upward again until she was a blaze of moving flesh. And her fingernails locked into Don's back, dug deeply, then ripped.
She thrusted upward a final time, held, ground for a moment, choked her last cry, then went exhausted on the sand, away from him to roll to her side. She sobbed passionately the song of her great, great pleasure.
And then before he truly knew it, Tina was beneath him again and he was continuing the giving of his body, that great, strong bequest that had tortured Mae into spasm of pleasure and now would do the same for the Negro girl. And he did. He pounded hard. She answered the might of his call by a great rising and grinding of her dark hips. And then she snuggled closer, locked her legs around his waist and pressured with all her strength as her eyes rolled, as her mouth opened to allow her tongue to peek, then droop, then point and grow hard as she hissed the last call of her release.
She uttered short cries, then she shouted obscenities, locked her legs tighter, fought closer as if she wished to drain him, then suddenly could do no more for she had been ripped apart with feeling. Her cunt ran raw with her own come.
She screamed until the sound dribbled into a whisper of satisfied completion.
Don straightened as Tina rolled away from him and took a place at the side of Mae who still whimpered the sounds of after-thrill. He raised his head to the sky and felt for all the world as if he were powerful enough to sear the stars. He hit his chest furiously as he waited for Lee, she who had been first and was now last, to ready herself for his final assault.
She crawled across the sand to where the others had been. She had withdrawn her shorts and was now nude like her friends. But, unlike them, Lee presented a different view for Don's fast taking. She stopped in front of him, then still on her hands and knees, she turned.
Don did not question her desires. He gripped her and lunged, giving no measure of mercy to her tiny, rosebud asshole.
Near the end, Don reached forward. One hand grasped her breasts and bunched them both together in his fingers. He leaned even closer as he moved, supported by his grip upon her breasts and his other hand which was stiffened into the sand. And then the rockets burst as both he and Lee did the same. His mouth jerked forward, found the flesh of her shoulder, then bit hard, holding on for dear life as he joined her fast movement in the crashing torment of their final efforts.
And then he, too, was completed and exhausted. He, like the girls, rolled to the cool sand for refreshing. He stayed there for what seemed a very long time.
When finally he opened his eyes and sat up, he looked around. The beach was absent of the bare bodies of the three girls who had received his mighty lust. But as he turned and looked to the side, he saw another. It gave him a weird feeling. The figure was quite tall and very quiet. Her hair reached to her waist and her body looked moulded in moonlight as she stared at the nakedness of Don.
He tensed, then called happily, "Lio, Lio, you've come to me, haven't you?"
She did not answer. She continued to stare at him and Don realized that by some crazy pattern of fortune he had quickly come to want the girl Lio more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. She was so strange, so beautiful, so wildly sexual, yet so reserved and withholding of that sexuality which he longed to pierce. Looking at her, he felt new passion rage throughout his body and as he felt it he knew the new rise of his strength.
He straightened, "Lio, Lio. What do you want?"
She moved toward him and finally stopped in front of him. She looked into his eyes, then at all of his bare body, then to his eyes once again.
Finally, in a low, husky voice, she said, "I wanted to see you. I wanted to talk about Blair. Truly talk about Blair-I mean. But since I have nothing to offer you like the others, I'll just leave."
"You have everything to offer me, Lio," he told her. "This fast-I know that I want what you have to offer."
"But I'm not offering it, Professor," she said. "I'm not offering it, or even discussing it with you."
She turned and walked away. Don watched the sway of her tight shorts clad hips. He watched her movement which seemed like an exotic dance. He saw flashes of strange, brown-yellow skin at the bottom of her blouse as the breeze caught it and moved it. And as he watched her, he knew that he would do anything to have her, that he had to have her, that, in some strange complexity of life, if she was more than any of the others who was deemed the one to compensate him for all the long, dry, dull periods of his life.
His heart beat fast. He was tense and excited again. He had been made that way by the girl's few words, her appearance, the strange reserve that was hers. He wondered what it would be like when he found a way to crack through it. And he had to. Simply had to, or he would perish.