Chapter 8

I can't say that living with my relatives in New Hampshire was a mistake because after all there was no other safe place for me to hide. But it was similar to a prison term that one has to go through, suffering day by day until the doors finally open and freedom is faced. When I looked around I couldn't believe my surroundings. The people up here were twenty years behind those down in New York. Religion and politics were the mainstays of their life, followed by an early to bed, early to rise routine with some television squeezed in.

I could buy a news journal but if I looked for anything with naked girls in it I would have to look forever. The moment any news dealer got in a stock of Playboy type stuff the local police would confiscate it And what police! Fat-headed men with bulging stomachs hanging over their gun belts cruising around in Fords just hoping to find trouble.

There were tales about the local high school and kids being hauled off to the lock-up for possessing a stick of marijuana. It was true, too. Whenever I passed there would be a squad car parked beyond the school gates and a couple of fat pigs eyeing the students.

The town boasted a discotheque that was always closely watched, a billiard parlor, one cinema, a couple of clothing stores dealing in styles of years past, the usual run of stores, some bars, drugstore, garage-and that was it! If anyone wanted to buy a new car he had to travel to Manchester or cross over into Massachusetts. Not one Cadillac was to be seen, not one snappy foreign convertible. Just the type of middle-class autos made especially for grandpa.

I stayed in my room reading because there was nothing else to do. My relatives were glued nightly to the television set watching pure shit like Bonanza, Marshal Dillon, Adventures of Doctor somebody (I never remember the name), Elephant Boy or Tarzan...ohh, God! Everyone knows that Hollywood turned out these things for people on an intelligence level of twelve.

Finally, I started looking around for girls. "Where you going, Frankie?" my uncle would ask whenever he sighted me dressed up to leave.

"I don't know, a movie or maybe a walk."

"Don't get into trouble now."

The bastard! Sure, if I got into trouble and was hauled off to the cooler the money he received weekly from me would end.

What an ass-hole he was, living on scraps a smart dog would turn away from. However, my arrival certainly upped his standard of living. Thanks to my money it was all steaks now and good cuts of beef. He even went out and bought a sports jacket It was probably a horse blanket reconverted by the local tailor but he strutted around like he was Beau Brummell.

And his kids, Jesus! The girls were sixteen and seventeen, the boy eighteen, but do you think they'd do something to earn pocket money? Forget it. Uncle Frankie was here. They'd line up almost daily holding out their hands forcing me to slip them a couple of dollars.

I don't know what they did with the money. Maybe the boy gambled his away and the girls supported men. Certainly they didn't smoke and I never smelled liquor on their breath. Nor did they wear smart clothing. It was all ragged jeans and worn-out shoes.

The boy's face could not be seen. His hair if shorn could have produced three full wigs. And did he smell! The bathroom in his estimation was for the sole purpose of sitting on the toilet Damned if he ever turned the water faucets on.

The older girl was built like a plank of wood. Flat until it came to her breasts and those were watermelons. Much as I hate to admit it those boobs fascinated me. Tremendous, shooting straight out But the rest of her body! Nothing.

The youngest sister on the other hand had no boobs. Just birdseed on her chest. Big strong arms like a truck driver's, her legs stout columns that could support a balcony and feet that were gunboats. Yet she had a fantastic ass, superbly constructed. It revolved, it gyrated, and when one cheek elevated the other descended.

What one sister missed, the other caught and vice versa. It was my belief that my uncle figured I would try to get into one or both of his daughters, screwing them silly. The first few days he watched me like a hawk but I disappointed him and he soon returned to watching the crap on television.

When my libido went on the rise I scoured the town for pussy. A few nights in the bars put me in touch with the local horrors, women who could get jobs in the movies working in the Frankenstein or Dracula pictures.

Next I tried the discotheque. But whom did I see there but my young cousins, enjoying themselves at my expense. However, since I was a new face on the scene and looked much younger than my years, several girls began to notice me.

I settled for a fairly shapely blonde. A real farm girl's face with red cheeks, big blue eyes and a mouth that hung open. Her rear-end and thighs looked good in jeans but I couldn't check her chest condition due to an overlarge jeans jacket. However, as we danced close I soon discovered she had something. Not the tremendous boulders of my cousin but a good handful nevertheless.

"My name is Jean," she said sweetly. "Good to know you."

"And you're the cousin of Harold and Mavis and Doreen and you're from New York."

"Anything else you know?" I looked over into a corner where my cousins were surrounded by a gang of young kids.

"You're about to get a divorce or something like that."

"What else?" I was now ready to let go of her the moment the dance ended. No one can score in a town like this. Sneak a piss out in the bushes at night and by morning everyone is discussing it.

"You're very rich."

"It's not that I'm rich, girlie. What it is if you want to know is that my cousins are not only lazy but sponges as well. They hit me up for pocket money daily and I'm too soft a character to refuse them."

She sensed the sudden anger in my voice for her blue eyes widened. I had had enough. The hand I held was damp with perspiration and my other palm clutching her waist felt the wetness through her jeans blouse.

However, as my interest faded blonde Jean displayed her goods. Her pelvis bumped mine as she moved in close to work a thigh between my legs. Now being without sex for a while made me extremely vulnerable. Whoops! There went my erection, shooting right up.

"Oh!"

"What's the matter?"

"Either you've got something in your pocket or else...."

"Or else I've got something for you. Right?"

Jean glanced about rather nervously to see how the rest of the crowd was taking our dry humping. We were dancing so close that it appeared I was trying to work my way through her and come out on the other side.

"Listen..." She tried to back off a bit. "I wouldn't want you to mess up your pants or something."

"That hasn't happened to me since I was a teenager."

"It happens to boys here all the time." I whispered into her ear. "I take it then you're not a virgin."

Her head jerked up, defiance in her eyes. "What! In this town!"

Oh, oh, so the local kids were swingers. "That's the way it is, eh? What about my cousins, Mavis and Doreen?"

"Those two? Miss Tits and Miss Ass? The biggest whores around. They spread for anybody. I bet you've had them both dozens of times."

"I've just been here a little over a week, girlie. Besides, I'm related to them."

"So what? A relative took my virginity. When I was sixteen."

"All right." I was becoming more hot by the second. "Where can we go to try each other on for size?" "But we can't leave together." "We'll meet outside then." "You haven't got a car yet, have you?" "No."

She was thinking and just then the dance ended leaving me standing there with a super hard-on. We walked off the floor, her hip bumping mine, and for a fleeting moment the fear that I would ejaculate set in. My erection was hurting.

We stood at the bar and ordered cokes. Nothing stronger was served. My cousins had broken up, each of them settling somewhere about the discotheque with a partner but all the same their eyes never left me.

Jean couldn't figure out a--likely spot for our sexual tryst. In fact she was leaving it up to me. "What about a hotel?" I suggested.

She shook her head. "No way. We wouldn't be allowed to register and then the local cops would be there."

"But if all you young people are screwing as you claim where in hell is it being done?"

"In cars mostly. Or they drive to other towns where the laws aren't strict and they're not known."

"Hell, so we'll get ourselves into a taxi."

"Are you kidding?" She looked at me as if I had said the wrong thing.

"There are three taxi drivers in this town and my father is one of them."

Damn it to hell and back. I was hard up! What was I to do, return to the house and whack myself off in my room?

"There must be some possibility." I was beginning to notice how pretty she was, tilted nose, thick, clean-looking long blonde hair, rounded chin, smooth skin and sculptured neck. No, I couldn't let the chance to mount this one pass by.

"What room are you staying in at your uncle's house?"

"Main floor. In the rear. Hey, wait, you don't plan on playing with me there, do you?"

Jean shrugged. "I know the layout of that house. What the hell, I've put out for your cousin Harold there while the folks were asleep."

"What? You went with Harold?"

"Well, I didn't go with him. I slept with him a few times."

I looked across the dance-floor where Harold was sitting with a skinny girl, chatting it up. "That creature! All that hair! And he never washes."

"Telling me. He smells!"

"How on earth could you?"

"Maybe I was drunk those times. Anyway, what does it matter? You still want me, don't you?"

An innocent-looking girl and yet probably the biggest whore in this little town. Ahh well, who the hell was I to question her morals?

"Right. We'll sneak in there."

"You leave first and I will follow."

The music had started again and couples began to move out onto the dance floor. Cigarette smoke hung heavily in the air and with everyone perspiring freely the combination of odors was powerful, like a gymnasium that hadn't been aired out in weeks.

I paid for the colas, winked at Jean and started to leave. She clutched my arm and hissed. "My brother just came in."

There were a group of boys, five strong, all in leather jackets and leather boots lumbering in like rockers ready to start a fight. All wore scraggly beards and long hair that was dyed black.

"Which one is he?"

"The biggest."

"You mean that gorilla?"

"That's him. He knows I'm a big whore and if he sees me go out he'll look about to see which man is the cause for my leaving."

All this just to get laid. There was nothing else to do except go into another dance. Back out on the floor we went. Once more, Jean's body began to provoke me, creating all sorts of sensations. She pecked at my face with swift, little kisses and nipped my ear lobe. Her thigh riding between mine rubbed my penis, causing her to utter exclamations of surprise.

"God, how hard you are!"

I envisioned her nude, round-breasted, firm-legged, spread across a bed waiting to be sexually dominated. It became wild. I listened to the music, seeking distraction, but Jean was not to be stopped. She hummed along with the spinning disc, glanced rather furtively at her brother, then locked her burning thighs around my leg.

The sparks developing in the depths of my innards really glowed now. Each undulation of her hips, each twist of her vise-like thighs caused the fires to surge a bit higher.

I was caught in the trap. My hands slid down her back to cup her buttocks. They were quite full and round. She forgot about her brother now and squeezed in closer when my palms flattened on the thrusting rounds; there was a quivering of muscles, which indicated her excitement.

One dance led to another without pause. The movement of Jean's flesh in the tight jeans kindled my imagination even more. My fingertips tingled. Grasping each revolving cheek I bore in until the girl gasped.

"Ooooh!" Her hand slid between our tightly joined bodies and found my hard penis.

It was now my turn to gasp. She released me quickly, whispering that she could hardly wait to have me in her. She squeezed my shoulder hard and brought her lips to mine. It was a rapid kiss but delicate, filled with heat. Her lips opened, her tongue-tip dueled with mine and then she bit me and the kiss was over.

The air was trapped in my throat and my heart refused to slow to a less frightening beat. I slipped a hand under her jeans jacket and discovered that the soft of her belly was soaking wet.

There was a buzzing in my ears. The odor of her perfume and skin was persuasive and pungent. Her fingers crawled over me like bugs, and the press and glide of her thighs had my temperature climbing high.

The hell with her brother, screw my cousins! I had to have this girl.

"Well go out the back way, like we're going to the toilet."

Jean backed off, pivoted to shoulder her way through the dancers. I followed slowly, mopping my forehead with a handkerchief. No one, I hoped, noticed us. As she mounted the stairs to the toilets I watched the effortless glide, the resilient stretch of her jeans-clad thighs, the buoyant sway of her ass and the natural grace of her shoulder movement.

I was grateful for the sight because it promised a delightful night. There was just the right jut to her sleek ass, and the taut jeans rippled as the long, hard muscles of her thighs worked.

She went through one door, I another. There was a window to climb through and then I was outside, standing at the rear of the discotheque. The cool air was refreshing after the acrid odors of that place. Noise was everywhere; kids carrying transistor radios, music from passing cars aad the sound blaring from the club. "Here I am."

Instead of taking my hand Jean slid her arm about my waist and thigh against thigh walked in step with me.

The street was now blanketed in darkness. Just a few cars passing us now and then pasted brightness on the shuttered stores. Soon we were out of the main street heading toward the housing area.

I kept thinking about this blonde farm girl, thinking there was something erotic about her. The wanton sway of her buttocks, the burning touch of her breast against my arm. Near the dwelling of my relatives I pushed her against a tree. As I caressed her eagerly she submitted without resistance, her head thrown back, her eyes tightly closed.

My rough, searching hands found her breasts, covered them and closed down hard. She cried out but planted a moist, burning kiss on my lips. My grip relaxed and I willingly accepted the lash of her tongue as it scored the walls of my mouth like a wet whip.

Fortunately I had left the window of my room open. I climbed over the sill, tip-toed to the door to lock it and hissed for Jean to come on.

She could not been seen so easily in the darkness but she brought her smell with her and when I groped for her she patiently allowed me my explorations. My hand crept up her thighs, finding them curved if hard. Hell, I thought, she might break my back. A sudden yearning to screw her standing swept over me.

Swiftly I unbuttoned the jeans jacket and her breasts, normal-sized but full, came into view, all hot and throbbing. I played with them, shaping the nipples to fine points. She rubbed her body against mine and taking my face between her hands kissed me heatedly.

We parted to undress. The same odors I had inhaled in the discotheque-perfume and dampened skin-now floated about the room. Turning toward her I saw that her blue eyes, discernible even in the dim bedroom, were half-closed and smoldering, regarding me with mild amusement.

Her body was all supple movement as she peeled the jeans down her legs. She bent forward, long legs spread for balance, and rid her upper torso of the jeans jacket.

"Ahhh! That was too hot!"

I was already stripped but my eyes were darted from her breasts to her buttocks, from her hips to her waist, astonished by the treasures her clothing had hidden so well.

The blonde farm girl had seemed too tall, too slim, but she was dynamically curved. My eyes slid downward, caressing the flat belly, glided lower to the substantial thighs, so white and round and abounding in firm flesh, and looked down the length of her perfectly shaped legs. Her ass jutted beautifully, each globe smooth, sufficiently plump, white-skinned. Her breasts, good-sized, were quite wide at the base, with dark aureoles.

Man, I was beside myself with anticipation. As she stood there, awaiting my move, the slight scraping sound of her thighs rubbing slowly one on the other had my nerve ends all raw.

The bedsprings squeaked slightly and then I was leaning over her, seeing Jean draped all over my bed. I saw her(breasts rise in rebellion as she arched her back and I saw the enticing curves and shadows of her outstretched torso, her sleek, inviting legs.

The tips of her breasts tasted like flame as I nipped first one then the other. She sighed and glided up, long thighs separating, sliding to capture my penis and hold my body like a vise. She reared up and paused, holding the position, her mouth taut, nostrils flared. Then I surged forward, penetrating her easily, shooting the tip of my dong into her cave. She sank back, taking me down with her.

"You...Oh! You.. . "

"I'm hurting you."

"No, no." With a deep sigh, altogether different from the others, she heaved up, moving in unison with my first tentative motions.

We were quite gentle with one another, moving in slow, regular cadence. I held fast to the small globes of her breasts as the repeated rise and fall caused our flesh to clash, glide and clash again.

Jean assured me that she was all woman, that I was too gentle, that she could take all I was capable of giving and more. "Much more!"

This was one young girl who was no liar!

She strained upward, shifting until her breasts flattened against my chest and her thighs, sliding along my torso, rose clear up to my armpits. It provoked me to a more vigorous bartering and lifted her to a pitch of joy. Flame radiated to every part of her squirming body and overpowered, she dissolved and broke into a deep-drawn sigh.

"I came, I came."

"Good."

"Ohhh, it was good, soo good!"

I moved my hands from her breasts to the larger globes of her buttocks and grasping harshly I squeezed. But I spurred her on, and she harmonized beautifully with me, employing a speedy rhythm. She churned her hips rapidly to bring me shuddering to a close.

She strangled a sob as my cream scalded her and convulsed, laboring with an even more fierce strength to wring every drop of come out of my thudding instrument.

Jean thrashed upward in a final agony of motion and fell back sobbing. The room spun, and I sprawled on top of her, utterly exhausted. She burrowed from under me and curled up by my side, pulling me close until spoon-like we rested.

Sometime later we parted. Her warm breath was on my face, the strands of blonde hair tickling me as she rolled over atop me. She made adjustments, shifting, her stiffened nipples trailing through the tangled hair on my chest. I palmed her buttocks, jerked up in a lust-tortured spasm and speared her, entering her cleft.

We began again. Soon the firestorm was rocking us, compelling us to hold fast to each other. The flames of our desire glowed even more. Jean's hips pumped.to the throbbing beat of her heart. I heard it and my heart drove blood furiously through my system in a constant pulsing stream.

"Oh, oh, oh! Oh...oh...ooor

Her outcries left her winded and she bit into my shoulder as she was pitched in a tumbling rush toward fulfillment. She came once, twice, three times.

I dug in and out of the slippery cream, my rod terribly hard, prolonging the moment of ejaculation. And that blonde girl called upon her experience to drown me in the swirling waters of sensuality. She demanded a thorough and exhausting finish to this action.

Boy, she left me like a corpse.

She sneaked through the window out into the night leaving me fast asleep in the bed. For that I was grateful and slept until noon the next day.