Chapter 12

When they came home from the club Thursday afternoon, Jackie's station wagon was parked in the driveway, dusty but undented, as far as she could see. She pulled the Volks up close behind the wagon and turned off the ignition.

Mavis looked at her, without opening the door or making any move to get out of the car.

"Does this mean that your Beaver Patrol is here?" Mavis asked.

"Some of them, anyway. Probably not all."

"I'm eager to meet your young male harem," Mavis said, still not opening the car door, "but for some reason I'm nervous about it, too."

"That's silly. Nothing's going to happen this time. Bob is with them, sort of a chaperone-in-residence. And in ignorance. You haven't met Bob, have you?"

"Not since he was seven or eight years old."

"He's changed some," Jackie said. "Come on."

She got out of the car and Mavis followed her across the front lawn and around the house to the porch on the far side. They were all there, overflowing the small roofed area, sitting in chairs, leaning against the wall of the house, draped over the railings. Andy. Peter. Hank. Steven. Walter. She was glad she remembered their names.

She introduced them to Mavis, who dazzled them with a smile. "Where's Bob?"

"We were going to ask you. He took off from West-hampton last night and said he'd meet us here this afternoon."

"With Valerie?" Jackie asked.

The boys were quiet. They looked at Andy.

"Never mind," Jackie said. That damn' kid. "He'll probably be along shordy."

She went up the three steps to the porch, fishing for her keys, with Mavis beside her. The boys made room for her to get to the door.

"Why didn't you go inside and make yourself at home? There's beer in the refrigerator."

"No key," Peter said. "The key Bob lent me last week, I gave it back to him. We expected he'd be here by now."

"The back door's always open," Jackie said. "But never mind."

It was cool in the house. The boys stood around awkwardly, as if they'd never been there before.

"Go inside and sit down, for God's sake," Jackie said. "I'll open some beer."

"I'm going to freshen up," Mavis said, heading for the stairs.

"You do that," Jackie said. "I forgot to tell you, Niles is coming out to dinner tonight."

"Oh, no," Mavis said, looking at her. Then she started to laugh, uncontrollably. Jackie started to laugh, too. She couldn't help herself.

God damn that Bob. She would break his neck.

If she ever got her hands on him.

Andy came out into the kitchen while she was opening cans of beer.

"Get a case of beer out of the pantry, will you, Andy? Put it in the refrigerator to get cold. I didn't expect all of you for another day or two, or I'd have had plenty in there to chill."

"We won't stay long, even if Bob doesn't show up today."

"You talk like a man with a paper ass-hole," Jackie said, and Andy turned and grinned at her from the doorway to the pantry. "Of course you'll stay, for the night at least. Even if that idiot son of mine never shows up."

When Andy had finished stacking beer on the lower shelves of the refrigerator, and turned, leaning against it, and looked at Jackie for a long moment without saying anything.

"What is it, Andy?"

"It wasn't Valerie Bob was with when he took off last night. It was a girl, all right, but it wasn't Val-ene.

It was not exactly news to Jackie, after the reaction on the porch.

"Well," she said. "He's probably taking a long time to tell her good-bye. He'll be along."

"I hope so," Andy said, "because Valerie's coming to meet him here, too."

"What?" Jackie said.

"Valerie. Here. She was out at Westhampton a couple of days ago and Bob told her to meet him here. Along with the rest of us. We're supposed to be taking off for Woodstock tomorrow."

"The silly son of a bitch," Jackie said.

Andy looked at her, grinning.

"I mean," she said, "that crazy bastard."

"That's no better."

'The nut," Jackie said lamely.

She jumped as the phone rang, the kitchen extension, on the wall right next to her ear. She picked it up, gingerly, between thumb and forefinger, as if it were poisonous, and looked at Andy with a strained expression on her face.

"Salvation Army," she said into the mouthpiece.

"Mom?" It was Bob. "I've run into some complications."

"You sure have," she said. "I hope it's nothing contagious."

"No worse than a bad cold," Bob said. "Don't be a smart-ass."

"You're the one that's being the smart-ass. I just called to say I won't be out there till morning."

"Where are you."

"In New York. Fun City."

"Get your irresponsible ass on a train and come on out here."

"In the morning."

"Now."

"I can't now. It's very comphcated. You know how women are."

"I've read about it somewhwere."

"Are the guys there?"

"Yes."

"Valerie?"

"No."

"Good. Tell her I'm with an old school buddy and his car broke down. It's in the garage and won't be ready till morning. Hell, tell her anything."

"When you do get here, Bob," she said, "I'm going to break your miserable neck."

But he had hung up.

Andy was still leaning against the refrigerator, looking amused.

"He won't be here till tomorrow," Jackie said.

"It figures," Andy said.

"What do we do about Valerie?"

"Steve will keep her amused. He's been wanting to get into her pants since second year high school."

"More power to him," Jackie said.

She turned and went out to the living room, with Andy behind her, carrying the tray of beer. And looking at her ass, she was sure. She was getting excited already.

She was looking out the front window a few minutes later when a green Ford convertible pulled up in front of the house. The car was strange to her, but Valerie slithered out, all legs, on the curb side. She had just slammed the door when Niles' gray Mercedes pulled up behind the Ford.

She watched as Niles caught up with the girl on the walk. They stood still for a minute, saying something, and then Valerie put out her hand and Niles shook it. He looked very tall beside the blonde girl. So now they're introduced, Jackie thought. That's nice. All she had to do now was introduce Niles to her Beaver Patrol.

When she went to the door to let them in, Mavis was coming down the stairs, wearing another low-cut mini-skirted summer dress. When Niles and the girl stepped inside, Jackie introduced Valerie and Mavis. They smiled and eyed each other. Valerie looked even more dewy and corn-fed than before.

She introduced Niles to the boys in the living room, and he shook hands with all of them, solemnly.

"I'm going to make a Martini," Jackie said. "Would you like a beer, Valerie?"

"I don't like beer much," Valerie said. "I drink Martinis all the time with my parents."

"Well," Jackie said.

"Valerie's a big girl now," Niles said. "Why shouldn't she have a Martini?"

"No reason," Jackie said, and started for the kitchen. Niles followed her, and started taking ice trays from the refrigerator.

"Our little tete-a-tetes sure do get crowded," he said.

Tm sorry, Niles."

"What the hell," Niles said. "I enjoy lads. Even big kids."

"You're wonderful," Jackie said. "I'll find a way to make it up to you."

"I know you will," Niles said.

They had a number of Martinis, drinking them much too fast. Mavis was flushed with the excitement of having all that eager horny young male flesh around her, and on the second Martini, Valerie started to get out of hand.

She was a natural-born tease, Jackie noticed, and a few swallows of gin effectively erased whatever inhibitions she might have had. She bent forward a great deal, to pick up or put down her glass, and her swelling young white breasts pouted joyfully above the confines of her low-cut dress. On her second Martini, she left the room for a few minutes, and when she came back it was obvious to everyone in the room that she was not wearing a bra. The pinkness of the upper aureoles swelled into view frequently, and Jackie was sure that Steve, sitting next to the girl, had a fairly unobstructed view of her pouting nipples, too.

She was surprised when Steve slipped down and sat on the floor by the coffee table, with an elaborately casual show of getting more comfortable. And then, as Valerie crossed her legs, slowly, with studied carelessness, they knew why Steve had moved to his new vantage point. Valerie had taken off her pants, as well as her bra. For an instant, the pink of her puckered little pussy winked at Steve, on the floor, and at Jackie, across the room, and at Niles, too, sitting on the arm of Jackie's chair. The innocent halo of curly hair around her young twat was a bright blonde. It looked as if it had been out in the sun a lot, Jackie thought.

She looked up at Niles, faintly embarrassed. He smiled down at her. "Looks like there's an orgy in the air," he said. Tm afraid you're right."

"Afraid?" Niles said.

"Well, not afraid. But I'm for it only if you are." Tmforit."

"Then I'm for it. On one condition."

"Name it."

"That you'll save me for last. I want to top off the evening with just you and me."

"Absolutely," Niles said. Jackie stood up.

"You and I," she said, "are going out for more beer and booze. They'll get off to a better start without us around."

She turned to Mavis, and noticed for the first time that Mavis wasn't wearing any pants either, Her skirt was up around her hips and when she moved her knees her framing of polished-copper cunt hair, against the luminous white of her thighs, was the focus of every eye in the room. Except Steven's.

"Can you get the party started, Mavis?" Jackie asked, "while Niles and I go out for booze?"

I'll sure try," Mavis said, crossing her legs. When they left, no one said anything about hurrying back.

They came back into the house by way of the kitchen, stashing the beer in the refrigerator. They made themselves a tall Scotch-and-water apiece, and Niles kissed her, his tongue probing deep. His rigid limb pressed sideways across her stomach.

"Now?" he asked.

"Let's play games with the guests first," she said. They walked quietly into the living room, carrying their drinks.

Steve was frantically fucking Valerie under the piano. Only his wildly pumping, hollow-cheeked ass was visible, under the keyboard, and Valerie's smooth tanned athletic legs, clutching his hips.

"Oh-oh-oh," Valerie was gasping, each gasp punctuated by the slapping of Steven's balls against the crevice and inner slopes of her firm young bottom.

Mavis, too, was oblivious to their entrance. Her eyes were closed, as she lay lengthwise on the couch, her head propped up on one arm, her mouth sliding eagerly back and forth around Peter's up-slanting young cock. One hand gripped the base of the shaft, and the rest of it appeared and disappeared as her head shuttled back and forth.

Her legs were sprawled wide apart, one foot on the floor, and Andy was kneeling between her thighs, the back of his head moving in a slow rhythm as he tongued her cunt.

Hank was lying on his side, crowded against the back of the couch, as his hand squeezed one pert breast and his mouth made sucking sounds around the nipples. Walter was on his knees, nibbling and licking the other nipple.

Niles was stepping out of his pants, then his underpants. His rock-hard cock seemed to Jackie to reach half-way across the room, dwarfing every other visible hard-on in the room. And they were all visible, except for Steve's buried in Valerie's squirming little twat, and Peter's, partially concealed by Mavis' circling mouth. There were little mounds of clothing everywhere in the room.

When Niles was completely naked, Jackie lifted her shift off, over her head. Niles stared at her magnificent proud body, and shook his head slowly from side to side.

"You're sure we ought to dally with the guests?"

"It's the only polite thing to do," Jackie said. Her twat was wet, the lips swollen, itching for that monstrous tool of Niles'. But she could tease herself a while. Save it for later. She reached out and squeezed it just below the head.

"Just save as much as you can," she said, "for later."

"I will," he said. "But right now, I think Mavis needs more than a tongue, don't you?"

"Go ahead," she said. "Dispossess Andy, and I'll take care of him. And I'll see what I can do for poor Hank and Walter."

Poor Hank and Walter looked very happy, sucking at Mavis' up-pointed nipples, but Jackie had something better in mind for them. She delayed for a moment, watching as Niles stepped over and tapped Andy on the shoulder.

"May I cut in?" he said politely. Andy turned his head around and smiled wetly. "Jackie would like this dance with you."

Andy stood up and came over to Jackie as Niles lifted Mavis back up on the couch, and started to insert the huge head of his stiff thick cylinder between the open slimy lips of Mavis' bright pink cunt Hank, confused, took his mouth from Mavis' breast and stood up, his pecker throbbing, pointing toward the ceiling.

Jackie bent over, her legs apart, her exquisitely rounded white ass facing squarely in the direction of Walter, who was still engrossed in trying to swallow Mavis' left tit.

"Walter," Jackie said, looking at him upside down, from between her knees, "have you forgotten me?"

Walter turned around to look directly at Jackie's white rounded globes, the pink open vulnerable cunt beneath them, the tiny puckered orifice half-hidden in the crevice.

"I'll get the vaseline," he said, starting for the stairs.

"It won't be necessary," Jackie said. She did not straighten up. Walter walked around her and she took his long slender up-tilted branch in her mouth, soaking it with saliva.

"Now," she said. "Get it all the way in, Walter."

Walter took his position behind her, placed the hard pointed head of his slim cock lovingly at the tiny pursed mouth of her anus, held her hips firmly, and pushed.

Jackie groaned, involuntarily. She could feel it slide deep inside her ass, right up to the hilt, with that one eager stroke.

"Let's lie down, Walter," she said. "On our sides, slowly. Careful, now."

Walter didn't have to be told. He kept his stiff pecker firmly imbedded as they sank to the white angora rug.

Andy, who had been watching the action without any expression on his face, lay down on his side close to Jackie, facing her. She raised her top leg high in the air, opening her quivering pink cunt to him, and he slid his big tool in without hesitation, driving it deep into her with one long, firm stroke, holding it there, resting against Walter's slim rod through the thin slippery wall of membrane. Jackie was filled with a burning excitement.

"Hank," she said, her head against the rug, "bring your cock over here." The redheaded boy got down on the rug on his side, his legs between Andy's body and Jackie's, his throbbing red prick touching the tip of Jackie's nose. She reached up to hold the base of it with one hand, and took the crimson head and most of the throbbing shaft into her mouth in one long, deep suck. For the first time in her life, she felt filled with cock, front, back, and above. Here, there, and everywhere. It seemed for a few seconds like more sensation than one body could stand.

She devoted herself then to Hank's supplicating, pulsing organ of pleasure, licking and sucking it with tender, loving care, letting the lower locations of her pleasures take care of themselves. Andy and Walter began team-fucking her then, in beautiful unison, like the crew of rowers on a racing shell. Andy, in her cunt, was rowing stroke, and Walter, his long slim curved oar up her ass, matched the beat precisely, plunging deep, putting his back into it Now, Jackie thought I know where the word "cockswain" had its origins. She was getting giddy with pleasure, she knew, and wanted to laugh aloud. But her mouth was full. And busy.

Licking, sucking, gobbling the cock in her mouth... feeling the plunging, probing, driving thrusts of the stiff relentless shafts in the wet quivering morass of screaming membrane inside her... hearing, in her ears and inside her head, the growing and receding waves of sound in the room... the grunts, and gasps and groans of delight... Jackie felt that her brain was melting. She was one great palpitating mass of feeling, of sensation that transcended mere pleasure or fulfillment or mortal ecstasy. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't.

She had no idea how long it lasted. Hank was the first to come, squirting his young hot juices into her throat; she swallowed, swallowed again, and licked and sucked him dry, using her hand to milk out the last pearly drop. But by then the movements of her mouth were automatic. All sensation had shifted downward, to the plunging, driving strokes of the oars below.

Very soon after Hank's sated prick had slid from her lips, she was at the quivering, screaming peak of orgasm. She could stand no more, she knew, without losing consciousness.

"Now," she screamed. "Now. Walter, Andy, now!'

They raised the tempo of their strokes to a furious, pounding series of lightning plunges. Jackie exploded and came, in a never-ending series of thunderclaps inside her. She could hear her own gasps and groans, and was powerless to stop them.

Then Andy and Walter, with one last back-breaking stroke, crossed the finish fine together. For the first time, they broke their rhythm, and their juices spurted raggedly, warmly, deep inside her quivering belly.

They sprawled in a variety of attitudes around the room, the boys drinking beer, Niles and Jackie and Mavis and Valerie with highballs in their hands. There was not a stitch of clothing on anyone, nor a trace of self-consciousness. Jackie thought she had never seen such a relaxed group. She had just been told that there had been an applauding little cluster of spectators at the finish line of her regatta, but she didn't mind a bit. She was glad, she told them, that the boys' efforts had been appreciated by someone besides her.

"You might say that it's all part of growing up, all of this," Niles said. "And none of us ever stops growing."

"Jesus," Jackie said, and looked at Niles' cock Alone in the room, his was still red and swollen, although not erect. Jackie was pretty sure she knew why. He had brought Mavis to her climax, or climaxes, all by herself. He was saving himself, for later.

Then Jackie had a wonderful idea. A monstrous idea. She'd fix that son of hers. Him and his horizontal romance with Valerie.

"Don't you think, Niles," she said, "that you might help Valerie a little with her growing up?"

"Aw, honey," Niles said. It was the first term of endearment Jackie had ever heard him use. It was also the first time she'd ever seen him embarrassed.

Valerie looked over at them, from where she sat on the couch next to Mavis. Jackie noticed a faint flush of pleasure rising in her cheeks.

'Maybe Niles doesn't want to," she said. She raised one knee and hugged it, moving the other knee outward. Her puckered, pink little pussy opened in its nest of blonde curls and smiled across at Niles.

"Jesus," Niles said to Jackie. "Valerie's so young. She's what we used to call 'eating stuff.'" His enormous shaft was rising, stiffening, thickening.

"You can do that too," Jackie said. "It'll all be part of her growing up."

Valerie was looking at Niles' rigid challenge. Her eyes widened. "Holy mackerel," she said. But she got to her feet The girl has guts, Jackie thought. I'll give her that Niles stood up, preceded by his stiff standard. I'll get the vaseline," Walter said, and headed for the stairs.

"Eating stuff," Niles said, "means the dining room."

He took Valerie's arm and led her through the archway to the dining room table. The rest of them followed. That Niles, Jackie thought. He's full of surprises.

Valerie lifted her lovely little ass up onto the edge of the cloth-covered table and perched there, looking excited but confused.

"Lean back doll," Niles said. "Make yourself comfortable."

Valerie lay back, supporting herself on her elbows, watching Niles. Walter came into the room, carrying the tube of vaseline.

Niles drew up a chair and sat down at the table between Valerie's knees. Gently, he began kissing and licking the tanned, velvety skin of her inner thighs.

Jackie watched, fascinated, as his hands moved slowly around the outside of her legs, the fingers finding the soft wet hair of her blonde bush. Tenderly, the fingers opened the pink, puckered outer lips of the girl's little cunt Then his head obscured the view as he raised his mouth to the pink panting petals.

"Ooh," Valerie said. "That's so nice."

Jackie could see the back of Niles' head moving as he probed with his tongue, then drew back to tease her with the tip, then pushed forward again. Sucking. Gobbling. A tremor ran through Valerie's body, then another. Her head went back, and her hips began to squirm on the table cloth.

"Put it in, Niles," she murmured. "Please put it in."

He stood, pushing the chair back. Jackie moved swiftly to Walter's side, took the vaseline from him, and went over to stand beside Niles. She bent and spread the lubricant lavishly over the giant, shining hard head of his pulsing prick, down and around the whole thick length of the shaft.

"Sink it, Niles," she whispered in his ear. "She's all yours."

He placed the great head at the tender pink opening, and pushed gently. Part of the head went in, and Valerie groaned. He pushed again, and the head went out of sight. Valerie screamed, but it was not a scream of pain.

"More," she said.

Reaching his hands up behind her, Niles held her shoulders firmly, and eased half the great shaft into her.

Valerie's hips began to thrash on the table.

"All of it," she said. "Let me have all of it."

With one prodigious thrust, Niles sank the entire length into the ecstatic girl. She groaned, and fluttered and thrashed on the table like a moth impaled on a pin.

"Oh, fuck me, Niles," the girl groaned. "Fuck me, all the way in, deep."

Niles leaned over, his elbows on the table, his hands holding her shoulders, and fucked her, with long, deep, plunging strokes.

Valerie groaned, and grunted, and yelped. Her hips beat a fluttery little tattoo on the table, and her feet became a blur of motion.

Finally, with a tremulous shriek, she reached the peak of her orgasm, and came, banging with the flat of her hands on the table.

"Oh, hot dog," she was moaning, as Niles slowly withdrew. "Oh, sweet Jesus."

That'll fix her for Bob, Jackie thought. The cradle snatcher.