Chapter 3
Elaine stood in the bathroom with her eyes glued to the two-inch crack afforded by the partly opened door leading into Nancy and Dave's bedroom. Elaine was barefoot and in her nightgown. The lamp on the night table in the motel bedroom into which she was looking bathed the bed area in a soft light, and Elaine was unconsciously holding her breath as she watched the two figures on the nearer bed. She had already had the vicarious excitement of witnessing Nancy's unexpected come during Dave's manipulation of his aunt's sexual parts.
Elaine could hear Nancy's almost inaudible muffled mutter as Dave widened her plump thighs still farther and moved in between her legs with his husky, ramroddy, big prick bouncing slightly as it pointed at Nancy's upturned pink quim in its surrounding fleecy embrasure. Protest? Elaine didn't think so. She knew in her heart that she herself wouldn't have protested much when faced with such a sturdy weapon. Still, it was Dave's aunt confronting his rigid tool. What must she be thinking? Elaine wondered. Despite the fact that Dave had forced her into compliance?
Dave's thick-thewed body hunched down over Nancy's. He rubbed the head of his prick against her already juicy slit-opening, then stared down at his aunt. "Put it in," he ordered, taking hold of Nancy's legs and doubling them back upon her body until her exposure was the ultimate.
Nancy meekly reached around her own thigh to capture his rampant rigidity and introduce its blunt, rubbery head to her wet pussy-aperture. Dave leaned forward, and the head disappeared from sight. Nancy's lips parted in a soundless exclamation as she felt the penetration. Dave surged into her still more, and Nancy squeaked in restrained sex-rapture.
Elaine could feel the palms of her hands becoming damp. Her vaginal tract, always a free-flowing channel when stimulated, was also damp at its hideaway refuge between her thighs. Her heart beat faster as Dave's rocklike prong disappeared between his aunt's parted legs until the hairy belly and the rounded one blended. Dave joggled his hips from side to side, and Nancy's breath whistled through her parted lips.
Elaine's nails dug into her clenched palms as she watched Dave begin to rise and fall in a steady rhythm on Nancy's belly. Almost unbelievingly the red-haired girl stared as Nancy's strapping bottom hurtled upward almost at once in conjoined rhythm while her nephew's mighty lance powerdived her relishing pussy. Nancy voiced continual suppressed low murmurings as her fucking continued. The hardy stout staff lanced her stalwartly as her hands gripped her nephew's big shoulders.
The door opened at the other end of the bathroom, and Karen's voice floated through the bathroom in a penetrating whisper. "Elaine? Are you in here?"
Elaine turned her head long enough to say "Shhhhhhh!" imperiously, then returned her attention to the bedroom. Behind her she heard the soft pad-pad of bare feet as the curious Karen joined her. Elaine said nothing, but placed her hands upon Karen's pajama-clad shoulders and forced her into a crouching position so both heads were at the door-crack but at different levels.
Inside the bedroom the dam had broken. "Ohh, Dave!" Nancy cried, heedless of the previous self-felt need for caution. "Harder! H-harder! Ohhh, God, I haven't had-anything like this- for months!"
Karen stared in total disbelief at the tremendous fucking performance going on inside the bedroom. The whole length of Dave's polished-looking robust penis emerged almost to the tip on each pull-back only to be submerged violently in Nancy's quivering depths. Nancy's brown eyes were rolled back until only the whites showed as she strained to match each plunging assault with her own wide-bottomed response.
"Ahhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!" Nancy muttered in speechless exaltation. Her voice rose sharply again. "Dave! Dave! Here it-comes again! Oh, Dave! Ohhhhh, I'm boiling-over! Dave! I'm COMMMMMMING!!!"
Her behind convulsed itself in sensuous abandon as her wracking spasms engulfed her. Dave slowed in his plunging movements upon her until the excess of her reaction died away. Then he resumed his energized, unflagging reaming of his aunt's dripping cunt, now doubly awash.
Nancy lay back slackly for a moment before her hands crept lower on Dave's back. She raised her legs and curled them over his steel-hard rib cage. The sound of her nephew's heavy balls whacking against her upper hemispheric globes resounded in the bedroom. Karen stared, fascinated but horrified, as Dave's sweat-slick hard body pounded Nancy's crimson belly.
A tremor rippled through Nancy's slack thighs as a hot coal ignited suddenly in her depths. Her legs tightened tentatively. "Dave?" she whispered questioningly. "Dave? I'm-I feel-it's-ooooh, Dave, it's s-starting again!" Her sleek hips flurried upward again with renewed vigor. "Dave!" she implored. "Just a little-harder! Oooooooh, yessssss!" Her voice rose beseechingly. "Aiiiiieeeeeeeeee! Ooooooh!" Her bare bottom humped frantically. "Dave! Ohhhhh, I'm- dying!" She caught her breath sharply. "There it -is! Ohhhhhh, lovely, lovely, lovely!"
She fell back limply and her muffled moan was almost a deep-seated purr. Karen watched breathlessly with Elaine's hands gripping her shoulders painfully as Dave increased again the force of his thrusting. His hands shot down suddenly and gripped Nancy's behind, a round hemisphere in each. He pulled her up tightly to him as he roared in her ear, and his metronomic stroking disintegrated to a wild flurry of prick-lunges as load after load of sperm shot through his pipeline into Nancy's gaping twat. He remained poised above her for a long instant, then with a groan subsided upon her.
Elaine and Karen watched silently as the tableau upon the bed remained motionless for two or three minutes. Finally Nancy patted Dave's muscular back. "Get off me, Dave," she said matter-of-factly. "I have to use the bathroom. I'm not on the pill."
Karen and Elaine fled softfootedly to the other bedroom and closed the door. Dave rolled off Nancy with a self-satisfied grunt. When she stood up on trembling legs, the nightgown which had been rolled up under her throat slowly descended about her. She went to the bureau mirror, then hesitated. She glanced at the bed, but Dave was faced away from her.
Nancy faced about until her back was to the mirror and raised her nightgown. She regarded ruefully the dark blotches on her creamy backside. "Talk about a polka-dotted behind," she murmured to herself. "I'll be black-and-blue for a month. Well, a week, anyway."
She turned around and raised her nightgown in front. For a long moment she studied her pinkened rounded stomach and the saturated dark bush adorning her jutting mound. Her expression was inscrutable as she lowered the nightgown and went into the bathroom.
When she came out, she found Dave asleep. She didn't try to wake him. She pulled down the covers on the other bed and climbed into it, stretched out lengthily, and was sound asleep between her second and third breaths.
Total silence settled down upon the motel bedroom except for an occasional masculine snore.
Nancy woke in the cold gray light of dawn in quite a different frame of mind. She sat up in bed, clutching the sheet to her bosom as she stared at Dave in the other bed. Had she really responded like a depraved sexual animal to her nephew's hard-nosed abuse of her body? She felt terribly ashamed.
It was her first experience in sex in which the male hadn't been all but an outright supplicant, beseeching her favors, and her reaction to Dave's casual manhandling of her destroyed some cherished theories about her ability to keep her cool in man-woman situations. The total collapse of her moral forces when confronted by that raveningly lusty penis inside her buffeted, pulsating pussy troubled her deeply.
She got out of bed quietly and went to the bathroom door. It was closed, but as her hand approached the doorknob, she drew it back suddenly as though burned. Blazingly imprinted upon her mind was the belated remembrance that the same door had been partly opened when she used the bathroom after Dave finished with her the night before.
Her thoughts flew immediately to the night before that, when she and Karen and Elaine had stood behind a partly opened bathroom door and watched Dave cavorting with the uninhibited Mona. Dear God, had Karen and Elaine witnessed her own animalistic response to Dave's savage subjugation of her? Quick tears came to her eyes as she sensed that it was true. The girls had watched avidly while Nancy responded frenziedly in an incestuous situation. How could she ever face them?
Slowly she entered the bathroom, raising her nightgown before sitting down on the toilet to indulge in her matutinal release of accumulated urine. She winced as her bare seat was painfully reminded of Dave's hard pinches by her weight pressing upon it. She rose from the stool and with nightgown still upraised examined her brimful fleshy hind cheeks in the mirror on the inside of the bathroom door.
Her entire sitting surface was spotted with black, blue, and purple marks, mute testimony to the torment her poor bottom had undergone. Surely she couldn't have been expected to hold out indefinitely while experiencing such pain? But inwardly she knew that wasn't the crux of the matter. It wasn't that she had been forced; it was that she had responded. That was the specter with which she was going to have to live.
Nancy performed her ablutions and went back into the bedroom. Dave was still asleep. She dressed quickly, trying to marshal her thoughts. She had to talk to Dave privately before the others were up and doing. She hesitated for several moments, but finally sat down on the edge of his bed and put her hand on his bare shoulder.
Dave came awake so quickly it startled Nancy; from sound sleep to total awareness was a transition requiring only a fraction of a second. Nancy withdrew her hand quickly, too aware of the male flesh. "Dave," she said at once, determined to seize the initiative. "We-what happened last night, well, we-" She drew a deep breath. "It's over. Finished."
"You've been seein' too many movies," Dave grinned. "An' you forgot to say it never really happened." He yawned widely and stretched. "How's your ass?"
"Sore," Nancy said frankly, then bit her lip. She could feel control of the conversation slipping away from her, and she didn't want that. "Dave, what I want to say is-" She chose her words carefully. "-is that it's never going to happen again. I'm not blaming you entirely for what happened. It was the proximity, and-and-" She stumbled, but resumed bravely. "-my reaction, but it's wrong, Dave, and we can't let it happen again."
During this short speech, Dave's gray eyes turned flinty. "You finished?" he demanded coldly. "Then listen to this. I'm gonna fuck you any time I feel like it. Right now if I feel like it. Understand?"
Nancy felt as if she had been struck forcibly in the pit of the stomach. "But Dave, we-you can't expect to use me like a-like a prostitute!" she protested when she could gather her wits.
"The hell I can't," he told her, then grinned again. "Not that you wouldn't make a good one. You've got some classy action, Nan, when you turn your ass loose. Why the hell should I pass up a good fuck like you just because it's in the family?"
She felt herself reddening at his casual praise.
And praise delivered for such an unspeakable accomplishment! She knew that no appeal to his better nature would alleviate her situation. For reasons she didn't understand, her nephew was an amoral individual. She would have to find another approach. Meantime, she sought to salvage something from the situation. "Dave?"
"Yeah?"
Nancy had to force herself to say it. "I'm almost sure the girls were standing in the bathroom last night, watching us."
Dave laughed. "What the hell, so were you the night before."
"That was different!" Nancy insisted, her face flaming.
"So they watched us," he said indifferently. "What do you expect me to do about it?"
"You should be able to do something!" she said heatedly. "I'm not going to have them looking down their noses at me because I-because I-"
"Got a little hot in the cunt?" Dave interposed. "Well, whaddya want? Should I bring Elaine back here after breakfast an' fuck her right in front of you?" He had said it idly, but she could see his interest quicken. "Say, that's not a bad idea. How d'you like the sound of that?"
Nancy hesitated, torn between a feeling of traitorous betrayal of her friend Elaine and a piqued sense of guilty arousal at the image conjured up. "She wouldn't let you," she said finally.
"Wouldn't let me?" Dave repeated. "Now what in the star-spangled hell has that got to do with it? Did you 'let' me last night? Startin' out, I mean? 'Course you started janglin' your spurs with a prick in your cunt. Any broad worth her salt does. Come on, say it. You want to see me screw Elaine? You want to help?"
"H-help?" Nancy echoed faintly. From the bathroom she heard the sound of the shower being turned on.
"Sure," Dave said. His lopsided smile seemed positively that of a satyr to Nancy. "I'll give you the honor of takin' her pants down." He waited a moment while Nancy remained silent before tightening the screw. "Say yes, or you can fight your own battle about what they think about you."
"No, no, no," Nancy said quickly. "You've got to help me."
"I've already told you how I'm gonna help, but you've gotta help or it's no deal. Say yes, right now."
"Yes," Nancy said. She was angry with herself that her reaction wasn't so much guilt at her acquiescence as it was frustration that she had been coerced into such a role. But she knew instinctively that the only way she could hold her head up with her friends was by a sharing of shame.
"Okay," Dave said. "Right after breakfast." He rolled over on his stomach. "Gimme another twenty minutes' shuteye while I recharge my batteries, Nan. That frantic big ass of yours like to wore me out last night."
"I'm-I'm going to the motel restaurant now," Nancy said quickly. "I don't want to-to be with the others until-until afterward."
"Okay," Dave grunted in a muffled voice.
Nancy left the motel room and walked to the restaurant. She had thought she couldn't stomach anything more than black coffee, but to her surprise she found herself ravenously hungry. She had eggs, ham, toast, and two cups of coffee. Then she went to the motel office, where she stood apparently examining the magazines while keeping an eye on the door of the motel room occupied by Elaine and Karen. When she saw them come out and walk to the restaurant, she waited until they were out of sight and then crossed the lawn to the room she shared with Dave. She rousted him out of bed, and he went into the bathroom and showered.
Nancy was sitting in an armchair with her hands tensely folded over what she had to admit was an uneasy-feeling stomach when Dave came out of the bathroom. He was naked, and her eyes followed his loose-flopping maleness as he strode unselfconsciously about the bedroom. He turned and caught her eyes upon him. "Like to try a little warm-up before the main event?" he asked smilingly.
"No!" Nancy said quickly,, wrenching her glance away from her nephew's hirsute nudity. She hated herself for her inability to preserve her coolness with this extraordinary boy. For he was a boy, she had to keep reminding herself. Except that anyone who had spent two years in the Marines could hardly be called a boy, as she had said herself.
Dave lit a cigarette and sat down on the bed. "You're a good fuck, Nan," he said quietly. "An' I want more of it. A lot more of it."
Nancy stared helplessly at his brazen self-assurance. Was there no way to appeal to the better nature of this fantastic male animal? Did he have a better nature? How could she regain control of this situation whose ramifications simply defied belief?
Dave expelled a cloud of blue cigarette smoke while he considered his aunt seated primly in her chair. "What are you gettin' so shook up about, Nan?" he said at last. "It's only a prick and a cunt doin' what they were made to do. Why sweat it?"
"But it's the-the relationship!" The cry from the heart burst uncontrolled from Nancy. She fought back unwanted tears.
Dave waved a hand airily. "So what?" he argued. "What about them Egyptian kings in the history book in school? The ones where brother an' sister married all the time?"
"The Pharaohs," Nancy said automatically.
"Right. They made it together from the time the boys could get it up, an' who do you hear puttin' the rap on them?"
"But today there are taboos," Nancy said weakly.
"I'll guarantee you there won't be in fifty years," Dave said earnestly. "They're slippin' fast right now. I couldn't care less that you're Uncle Harry's daughter. All you mean to me is a fat pussy an' a fantastic ass. Some one of these days-" He paused as the sound of a closing door announced the return of Elaine and Karen to the other bedroom. "There they are."
Nancy's pulse rate increased. "How-how are you going to-to manage it?" she stammered.
"Easy." Dave raised his voice. "Hey, Elaine and Karen!" he bellowed. "C'mon in here for a minute!" He winked at Nancy, who swallowed hard against a sudden constriction in her throat.
Karen was a step ahead of Elaine as the pair entered the bedroom. The blonde girl had on her hot pants again. Her eyes widened at sight of Dave sitting nude on the bed. She glanced quickly at Nancy and then away.
"Well!" Elaine said breezily when she took in the scene. "What have we here? The founding of a new nudist colony?"
"I just heard it wasn't television you were watchin' last night," Dave told her. "What about it?"
"Well, it-I mean we-it was-an accident," Elaine floundered as her gaze went from the blushing Karen to the stone-faced Nancy. "It-it just happened." Despite the fact that she had had tacit approval from Dave, his present unblinking examination of her made her nervous. Her palms smoothed continually at the flanks of her lightweight brightly colored print dress.
"So what'd you see?" Dave inquired lightly.
Elaine found her own coloring rapidly matching Karen's. "You two-in bed," she stammered.
"But we didn't mean-"
She stopped as Dave held up a palm. "You didn't mean to snoop," he agreed. "But Nan thinks it was a dirty trick, an' she feels I should do somethin' about it. What do you think I should do about it, Elaine?"
"Why, I don't-know," she faltered as Dave studied her amusedly. "N-nothing, I guess."
Dave shook his head. "That doesn't hardly seem fair," he pointed out. "Seems like the least we should have in a situation like this is turn an' turn about." He regarded Elaine with a bright, open smile as the import of his words struck her. "So can you get out of that dress yourself or do you need help?"
Elaine was struck dumb. She knew she had made a bargain with this smiling devil of a youngster the previous evening, but never in her wildest dreams had she envisioned such a denouement. Ever since she had first seen Dave in action with his pickup, she had itched internally for a little of what he had to supply, but right out in the open, with everyone watching? She hadn't felt so shrinkingly embarrassed since at the age of twelve her mother had given her a sound bare-bottomed hairbrushing in the presence of her father.
"Please," she begged. "Can't we-work something out?"
Dave rose from the bed, and his naked maleness seemed to fill the motel bedroom. Elaine took an involuntary backward step. "I guess you need help undressin'," Dave suggested.
"No!" Elaine bleated, retreating until she ran into Karen, whose gray eyes, so much softer-looking than Dave's flinty ones, had widened enormously.
"Then snap to it!" Dave ordered with a harsh edge to his voice. "Like right now!"
Helplessly Elaine raised her arms and fumbled for the neck zipper at the back of her dress. She found it and drew it down shakily. She pulled the dress off her shoulders and down her arms before she skimmed it down her body and stepped out of it. She handed it automatically to Karen, who folded it and put it over her arm. "Hustle it up!" Dave demanded inexorably.
Elaine crouched and took the hem of her slip in her hands and worked it upward before pulling the slip off over her head. She patted her hair back into position as she handed Karen the slip. Elaine wore no girdle, and she was conscious of the protrusion of her womanly pot in her tight-fitting thin panties and the betraying thrust of her mossy, bearded pudendum against the thin stuff of the panties.
The red-haired girl reached behind herself to unhook her bra and remove it, freeing her outsized large breasts which still jutted firmly from her chest wall. Her cherry-red nipples stiffened at the sudden coolness afforded by the exposure as she struggled frantically to find words to ward off the proposed humiliating manhandling.
Dave's next move withered her last faint hope. He advanced to her, took her by an arm, raised a leg upon a hassock, and doubled Elaine over his upraised thigh so that her snug-pantied rear protruded invitingly. "There you go, Nan," he said to his aunt with a glance at her in her chair. "Help yourself."
Nancy rose to her feet immediately. She felt an odd blend of anger at her friend Elaine and pity for her. Yet she couldn't resist the opportunity presented, and she told herself that it was owed to her because of Elaine's avid witnessing of Nancy's mortifying sex-subjugation of the previous evening.
Nancy moved in behind Elaine and inserted her fingers under the elastic waistband of Elaine's panties. She began to draw them downward, her fingertips trailing down her friend's warm flesh. No one spoke as the two heavy-laden, globular white hind cheeks were slowly unveiled. Elaine's unblemished skin was so dazzlingly white that the effulgence from her bared bottom seemed to furnish additional light in the room.
Nancy drew the panties down to the backs of Elaine's knees and left them there. Dave glanced down at the out-thrust, gracefully shaped gluteal region spread expansively over his thigh. "Kiss it or whack it," he told Nancy.
The creamy-skinned dark girl hesitated. She still felt too upset and put out with Elaine for her spying practices for intimate caresses, but on the other hand she really didn't want to hurt her! friend.
"Kiss it or whack it!" Dave repeated impatiently.
Nancy raised her hand as Elaine's full-fleshed nude buttocks clenched apprehensively, then brought her palm down moderately hard but with a resounding smack on a sleek globe. Elaine squealed and wriggled. "Let me owe her a whacking," Nancy appealed to Dave.
"Okay, if that's what you want," Dave shrugged. He took his own hand and ran his palm all over Elaine's shrinking sitting-surface. "Damn!" he exclaimed, palpating the sleek hemispheres. "Now that is really a piece of meat!"
He straightened Elaine up and began to pull her toward the bed. The sight of the redhead's nudity had aroused him so that his lance was projecting stiffly. Elaine caught a quick glimpse of its elongated hardness, and she whimpered uneasily as Dave pushed her down onto her back.
"Spread 'em!" Dave demanded, standing in front of the nude, prostrate, silky-looking plump body. Elaine widened her thighs gingerly, feeling the air's coolness rush in upon previously unrevealed portions of her femaleness. Dave reached down and with a finger brushed to either side the bronzed curls clustering thickly below her mound, and Elaine flung an arm across her eyes in distress as she felt her bare pussy totally exposed to the silently watching eyes in the motel bedroom.
"Very nice," Dave declared. "A handsome cunt you have there for sure." He probed it lightly, and Elaine's thighs quivered.
Dave wasted no further time. He moved on his knees in between Elaine's upraised legs, which he parted still more, then lowered himself until he was extended full length upon her with his hard prick probing at her soft belly. Elaine made an instinctive stifled protesting murmur at the feel of the male rigidity boring against her soft flesh.
Dave lowered himself upon her until Elaine could feel the big prong's rubbery hardness prodding her upturned salmon-pink gash. She knew she was already wet, and in another second Dave knew it, too, as he fingered her there. "Hah!" he exclaimed triumphantly with a glance at the intently watching Nancy. "You two ought to be known as the Gush Sisters."
The sensation engendered by the blunt-headed penis nudging her sex-sanctuary quickened Elaine's emotional response suddenly. The titillating friction applied by his slow-rubbing stout rod to her labial recess demanded more intimate action. Forgotten were the silent watchers in the room as Elaine's heartbeat and pulse rate rocketed upward. She seized Dave's hairy backside in her hands and tried to pull him inside her. Her vaginal walls were contracting spasmodically as though in anticipation of their imminent penetration.
Dave laughed as Elaine's quick-blooming sexual frenzy was made clear to him by her urgent hands and writhing body. He speared the centerpiece of the redhead's hairy doughnut with his robustly muscular staff and listened delightedly to Elaine's squeak as she felt herself remorselessly distended despite her self-lubrication.
"Oh, God!" the plump red-haired girl breathed. "It's so-big!"
Dave waggled his hips, and Elaine bit her lip. He sank his shaft steadily into her curly-haired sex-tunnel, and Elaine's legs climbed up on his back. Deep within the parted crevice of her splayed hind cheeks could be seen a tight ringlet of bright red hair encircling her brown anus.
"Oooooooooh!" Elaine got out in a half-grunt, half-exclamation of pleasure as Dave hit bottom in her cavern and began to move on her. Slowly at first and then with increasing speed, the long hard glistening prick began to glide in and out of Elaine's straining receptacle. A fiery wave of sexual stimulation washed over her, and she slammed her soft hips upward repeatedly to take all she could of the stout spear enfilading her quaking pussy.
"Ohhh!" she moaned softly as the rhythm enveloped her. "Ohhh! Ooooh! It feels-so good! It- ooooh!-my pussy's-ahhhh!-on fire!"
Dave powerdived the redhead's fluttering, vibrating sex-flesh, the sound of his belly against hers at the conclusion of each immersing down-stroke as audible as a handclap. He found the redhead not as tight as Nancy but agreeably appreciative of his efforts upon her as she muttered wordless encouragement to him. Her delectably springy cunt swallowed his hard-lunging prick in excited gulps while her hands patted his back and shoulders enticingly.
"Oooooooooh!" Elaine burst into full voice again, her legs flurrying over Dave's back. She thought she would expire from the pleasure afforded her juicy hideaway by Dave's fleshy sword. "Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned happily, twining her sturdy thighs ever more tightly about her violator. Her bare hips tossed, wriggled, squirmed, danced, and twitched in an abandoned passion. A red-hot coal was burning deep within her well-frictioned chute.
"Uhhhhh!" Elaine muttered as her stomach muscles seemed to take on an independent life of their own. Then a slow-mounting deluge erupted deep within her soundly fucked cunt. "Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!" she ejaculated in soprano-clear amazed delight. All her lovely full-fleshed curves jounced in fleshy jello-like freedom as the intensity of her sexual spasm overcame her. "Dave! Ohhhh!" Her rotund nude backside thrust upward vigorously as a series of deep-seated explosions convulsed her. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" she murmured dreamily. "It felt-so nice-to come like that!" She raised her head. "Did you feel me come, Dave?"
He didn't answer her. His hard-thrusting pumping continued as his unweakened plunger shot in and out of its captive orifice. The tip of his prick began to tingle, and he redoubled his efforts. Right from the toes he felt the surging tide of sperm that jetted from his balls and thundered-through his sinewy steel-like rod into Elaine's still-quaking pussy-depths. He collapsed upon her with a long sigh as her hands massaged his back gently.
The sight of Elaine's sound fucking had melted the hard knot of Nancy's anger completely. Tremendously stirred herself, she enjoyed vicariously her friend's unutterable carnal enjoyment of Dave's big prick. She was surprised to find her eyelids bedewed with happy tears.
Nancy rose from her chair quickly and went into the bathroom, where she soaked a washcloth in warm water. Dave had raised himself from the red-haired girl's body and flung himself to one side, and Nancy gently separated Elaine's slack legs again and composedly watched the oozing fiery-red crevice for a moment before she began to wash it tenderly. Then she bent down over the bed and the two friends exchanged a long, lingering kiss.
A sound from Karen turned both their heads in the blonde girl's direction. Karen was sitting with a hand pressed apprehensively to her lips, watching Dave as he half-sat up on the edge of the bed. "No!" Karen exclaimed fearfully. "Don't touch me! I'm-I'm afraid!"
Dave's gray eyes examined the shrinking blonde girl speculatively as he rose from the bed.