Chapter 7

I decided the hell with statistics.

Kathy didn't want to eat in a restaurant, or even a drive-in. She knew exactly what she wanted and where she wanted to go.

She showed me the only Chinese restaurant in town. We bought spar-ribs and chicken-in-brown-sauce and rice and a pot of tea to go. We took it back to the Harmony house and snuck upstairs with it. I went in first to make sure that nobody was lingering in the parlor, then waved to Kathy to come on in with the food. We made it up to my room and shut the door.

We sat cross-legged on the bed to have supper. I had been a little put-off by her casualness and felt like shocking her. She didn't act like any virgin I had ever known. So I asked her, "Do you want to fuck before or after we eat?"

"After," she said. "I'm starved." "You can't fuck on a full stomach." "Don't eat that much." So much for innocence and statistics. While we ate, between mouthfuls of spare-ribs and chicken, which by the way were delicious, Kathy told me the story of her sexual development.

She had been fucked several times by four guys. Two of the guys had fucked her once, but the other two she had lost count even though that time happened in one night. And even though she had fucked four guys, she had only seen three penises, or as she put it "peni." Except for the time on the nude beach, which she said didn't really count because none of them were hard. The first time had been with her old schoolmate, Ben, who invited her to his house one afternoon on the pretext of studying for an English exam. Ben explained, "My mother's at her bridge club, so she won't bother us, okay?"

Kathy had hoped that she knew what Ben was up to, and she knew she was right when he took her on a tour of the house, saving his bedroom for last She said they never did study for the test

Kathy thought his room was childish, but very sweet He had never removed the sailing ships and college pennants to make the room seem more fitting for a high school senior. He seemed unaware of the room and its contents, except for the bed.

Kathy had paid attention in school during the sex part of health education classes and she imagined Ben masturbating in this very room, in that very bed, from the time he was around thirteen. She imagined him posing in front of his mirror with an erection. She imagined him measuring it with the same ruler he used in school.

Now he was eighteen and she was sixteen. There was a long silence between them until he said, "We've known each other a long time."

"Yes."

"Have you ever seen a naked man?"

Kathy was relieved. Ben was going through with it "No," she said. "Do you want to?" "Yes."

She sat on the bed as Ben started unbuttoning his shirt. She wasn't sure if she should watch him or if she should pretend to be more interested in the adventure books on a shelf beside a ship model. She decided to watch him and not be a hypocrite.

He seemed undecided over whether to take off his shoes first or his white T-shirt. He seemed very shy, for a boy who was going to show Kathy what a naked man looked like.

"Let me help you with that"

She knelt at his feet and pulled the strings loose. He raised his feet as she slipped his shoes off. She noticed that his knees were shaking. She thought Ben was very charming, but innocent. Looking up his front she couldn't help but notice the telltale bulge at his crotch. His penis was hard already. Ben had an erection. That's nice, she thought.

Ben stripped off the T-shirt. He had a good build, battered into shape by three years of playing on the high school B-football squad. His stomach tapered down into his pants, which hit him about an inch below his belly button. "Were you kidding?" he asked, a small grin floating across his lips. "You seem pretty sure of yourself."

Kathy had not lied. She had not seen the penis that deflowered her. It had been in the back seat of a brand-new ear, and everything in it smelled new and exciting, like it was fresh from the showroom floor. Kathy was glad to be fee first girl screwed in it. She was glad to lose her virginity in a back seat in which no other girl had been fucked, but she had not seen the prick and had only touched it briefly. It had been in and out of her so fast, was all over so suddenly, that she had been disappointed and not at a11 sure that anything had happened. Except that Rodney pumped sperm all over the floor of the back seat and she slipped in it when she was pulling her cutoffs back on. She hoped to take more time with Ben, and since it was daytime and the sun was pouring through Ben's childhood window, she intended to see everything that happened.

"I've never seen a naked man," she said, "except that picture in the health textbook. Come on, Ben, I'm getting impatient to see what one looks like."

Swiftly unbuckling his belt, as if his nerve might leave him any moment, Ben caught his pants and the elastic of his shorts with his thumbs and pushed everything down around his knees. Kathy stared at his penis as it bounced from being released so suddenly. It was hard, all right. So that's an erection, she thought.

Ben stepped out of the pants bunched around his ankles. He stood naked in front of her, wearing only his socks.

Kathy forced herself to look at his forehead. She liked his curly black hair. Her eyes traveled slowly over his brown eyes, his nose and nice lips and good chin to his chest. She looked at his nipples. She had seen a lot of guys without shirts but she had never seen one without pants. The idea of Ben being naked made it much more sensual for her to look at his nipples. She imagined his strong shoulders banging into someone on the football field, her eyes could no longer restrain themselves.

Down they went. Down past his belly button and the line of hair that led from it into the thick hair around his crotch. His penis was stiff. It stood like an iron rod out of the hair; it was thick and stood up at a sharp angle. She saw a thick vein trace partly around it He had been circumcised, she could recognize that at least, and the head of his penis mushroomed and then sloped to a point, and she saw the tiny slit, the opening through which his come would pour.

She determined to make him come today.

At the root of his cock was his little bag, pulled up tight against his crotch, and the weight of his balls.

Then his strong legs and the ludicrous socks.

Ben turned around, displayed his ass and then the other side of his cock. Kathy was amazed at how it seemed Ben could flex it, like a muscle, and make it stand up straighter.

"Do you like looking at a man?" he asked.

"Of course I like it, you sap. Come here and sit down."

She made him sit beside her and lift his feet onto the bed. Ben suddenly seemed shy about sitting on the bed with her, totally naked except for his socks, Kathy with all her clothes on. He felt completely vulnerable.

Kathy held his feet stripped off his socks. She kissed him quickly on his nice lips. "Now you are naked," she said.

He tried to hold her but she wriggled away. She stood in front of him. He sat with his feet propped on the bed, his hard-on lying along his stomach. Kathy was amazed that it could be so long. She wondered what it would be like having it inside her. She looked at his testicles, which hung suspended in their tight sack. She liked them, she decided. She had been afraid men's balls would have hung down between their legs like the balls of a bull she had teen once in a pasture.

"Have you ever seen a naked girl?" she asked.

When he seemed to hesitate, unsure of what to say, Kathy said, "The right answer is No."

He laughed. "It is no, Kathy. I really haven't. I was going to he and pretend I was really experienced, but I'm not"

Kathy laughed with him. They were both virgins, almost.

Ben watched her take off her shirt and the thin brassiere. Her breasts were young, strong, with upright nipples. They stood apparently independent of each other. She kicked off her sandals and, opening her cutoffs quickly, she dropped them to her ankles and stepped out of them. Then she pushed down her bikini panties and stood naked.

Ben sat up to look at her crotch, the triangle of thick, soft black hair. He moved a hand out toward her.

Kathy lay down on the bed while Ben knelt beside her and kissed her nipples. It was wonderful, she thought, to be totally naked with a boy, and for him to be naked. She moved her hands slowly down his hips. Resting her left palm on his buttocks, she moved her right hand around to his front. She touched his hard penis.

Her fingers traced without her willing them out to the head, slid slowly back along the hard shaft to the pubic hair. She touched his balls. She loved them. She moved her other hand from his ass and held his cock with both hands. She moved her hands back and forth.

Ben sat up quickly. "Don't do that, Kathy. Don't, or I might finish right now."

Kathy sat up with him. "You mean you might come?"

"Yeah, damn it, that's what I mean."

"Let's do it, then," she said quickly. "Let me make you come, then when it gets hard again we'll really do it. Okay?"

"Oh, hey, you don't know how I want to do it with you. But I'm so close to coming I'd never get into you. Damn it."

"I'll make you come, then we'll do it slower."

"I can't let you do that. Hey, you're embarrassing me. It'd be like you were masturbating me. I can't let you do that."

"Why not? I want to. I wanted to see you naked. Then I wanted you to see me naked. We're on a bed together and I want to jack you off, then I want to screw. Let's do it."

"Kathy, where did you learn all those terms. I didn't think girls knew them." "Like what?" "Like, well, like jack off."

"Come on, silly, girls not only know them, they do them."

He gave in easily as soon as she touched his prick again. Kathy wrapped both hands around his cock and stroked it up and down. He said for her not to squeeze so tight, that she should let his cock loose a little so her hands could slide faster. She felt the difference as soon as she loosened her hands. She jacked faster and faster on him. Ben's hips started pumping up and down as he forgot that she was doing it to him and he simply started enjoying it. She stood in front of him as Ben rose to his knees. He held her shoulders.

"Get something to catch it in," he gasped.

She grabbed his underpants. She pumped back and forth on his cock and Ben thrust his hips back and forth, fester, faster and faster. She didn't know exactly what was going to happen so she kept her eyes wide open so she could see it all.

"Kathy, oh Kathy, you're making me come, oh Kathy, damn it, oh oh oh, look out I'm coming, I'm coming."

Kathy tried to catch his come in the underpants but the; first spurts caught her by surprise and leaped further than she had thought possible. Hitting her breast, the jism slid slowly down the valley between her tits. Ben pumped his hips until his spasms finished. He laughed with relief.

Kathy smiled, a broad happy grin. She wiped the come off her tits. The nipples bounced a little when she did so.

She laid down on the bed and Ben lay over her. He took her hard nipples into his mouth. His prick never got soft

Kathy held it in her hands. She raised her knees, spreading her thighs. Ben touched her in the cunt and took his hand away, surprised that she was so wet, that her juices had flowed so fast.

She guided his still hard prick into her as she had practiced so often with frankfurters. His cock was hard, though, not soft and pliable, and with the weight of his hips behind it he slid in a little at a time, seeming to enlarge inside her. She spread her thighs wider. She raised her ass a little. She wanted all of him.

His cock was so long she thought it would never stop sliding in. She hoped it wouldn't. The experience in be back of the brand-new car had been nothing compared to this. Then she had been unsure of what was sliding into her, had seen nothing and only briefly touched it. This time she knew very well what it was, she had seen it held it and had made its come shoot out onto her tits. Kathy was confident, willing, and her arms slid around Ben's neck and held him tight.

His cock felt fine sliding so slowly and carefully up her. She thought it was the most wonderful feeling in the world.

When his hair mingled with the hair that covered the mound between her legs, she knew she had taken all of his long cock. She felt his balls graze her ass. Ben slid out a little, came back in, then did it again. Kathy hooked her ankles behind his ass, brought her loins up to meet his, and they began to fuck.

It didn't last long enough. When Ben's prick swelled and his breath started coming in short gasps. When his hips started thrusting harder, Kathy knew Ben was about to come again. She opened herself as wide as she could, thrust up against him, and felt the come leap out of him in the strong hard spurts of youth.

She felt there could be no sensation as wonderful as mat of a man coming inside her. The sensations it sent along her spine, the idea that his prick swelled just before coming, and that the man must momentarily lose his mind made Kathy feel like the most exquisite, powerful woman on earth. She regretted wasting his first orgasm on her tits, but she knew that seeing the come leap out of the head of his dick like that had added to her understanding.

As it was, Ben's timing during their fuck had been almost perfect and Kathy's first complete sexual experience was a total success.

She told Ben and he said it had been very nice for him too. "I was a virgin, Kathy. Did you know that?"

"I didn't know it." She pulled her cutoffs up over her bikini panties and buttoned them. Her legs were as smooth as glass. She murmured, just loud enough for him to hear, "So was I."

She looked out of the corner of her eyes and saw Ben beam happily as his T-shirt came down over his strong chest.

Kathy was afraid for about a week that she was going to become a nymphomaniac. She had enjoyed fucking Ben so much that she wanted to go to his house and stay there. She had fantasies about hiding in his bedroom, crawling under the bed when his mother came in to clean, and after Ben was asleep, emerging to wake him up by stroking his balls, and then they would screw until morning. Ben would come five or six times a night, they would have that wonderful sensation together, and Kathy would feel Ben coming, spurting far up inside her.

But after a week the fantasies stopped. She became involved in the routine of school and homework again and realized that she probably was not a nymphomaniac a all, but simply a normal, healthy girl.

She was disappointed that Ben never tried to take her to bed again. They dated three or four times but he seemed shy again with her, as if he hadn't gotten his full growth yet. On their last date he began to apologize for breaking her maidenhead, but she kissed him to keep him from saying something stupid. They remained good friends, talked whenever they met in the hallway at school, but there ceased to be anything between them except friendship, respect, and a warm memory of a wonderful shared afternoon. Kathy realized a very important aspect about sex-that it is better, more fulfilling, if sex is given with no strings attached, simply for the joy of giving and receiving.

She began going to basketball games with three other kids, June Anderson and two boys. They were good friends who happened to match up sexually. They had a lot of fun yelling at the top of their lungs together. One night, during an out-of-town game, June was sick, so Kathy went alone with the boys. Riding between them the twenty miles to the next town, she kept thinking how much she liked both guys, what close friends they all were, and how she would enjoy so much the feel of both of them coming.

She mentioned it to them. None of them saw the game.

On the outskirts of the town where the game was being played, the fellows found a motel on an abandoned highway that could have been used by no one except lovers and lost salesmen. Kathy hid in the car until she was sure the owner wasn't watching, then snuck into the room after the boys.

The guys had never hoped to screw Kathy and June. They had only enjoyed running around with them like four pals in a bunch. All three knew that June probably would not screw. And she probably would not like it if she knew the others had, so they pledged a pact of secrecy.

At first, the boys planned to take turns. They would draw straws or toss a coin and the loser would wait in the bathroom until the winner finished with Kathy and knocked on the door.

"Wait," Kathy said. "I like both of you a lot. I can't let one go ahead of the other. We have to all stay together, or I don't want to do it at all. I don't think I could have sex with one of you if the other had to wait in the bathroom."

They stripped in front of each other. Both boys had erections by the time they got their pants down. Kathy admired them. Jack's penis seemed a little thicker than Bob's, but otherwise they were about the same. Both boys were circumcised and the heads of their pricks formed large pink mushrooms like Ben's had. Kathy got used to the word "cock" and stopped thinking about them as penises. Jack was the first boy she had heard use the word "cunt."

"Kathy," he asked, "can I kiss your cunt?"

She let him, but that was all he did with his mouth. Neither Kathy nor the boys knew anything else a boy could do to a cunt except kiss it, feel it or fuck it. She enjoyed his kissing it, but she worried that perhaps she smelled a little, or maybe Jack didn't like it

She would have been willing for more, but all three were inexperienced.

She lay back, totally naked, and let Jack slide his cock into her cunt. She liked it very much. Then she made him get off her and Bob lay between her legs. His virgin prick slid far up her hot hole with his first thrust. He was so anxious that she felt he wanted to come, but she said, "Okay, Bob, enough for you. Jack, come back, you first'

Bob obediently pulled out of her and watched as Jack sank his stiff rod into that warm wet place his had so recently been. Jack started pumping his ass.

Kathy looked at Bob's prick, his balls. She wanted to do something for him while Jack fucked her. She took hold of it with both hands, squeezed his balls. Her hips started humping her cunt up at Jack. She enjoyed it so much that she wanted to do more for Bob.

Bob crept closer to her head. She moved her head onto the pillow and leaned toward Bob's crotch and kissed the head of his prick. She wanted to do more and opened her mouth just to take the very tip inside her lips. She accepted the head and wanted more; she wanted to feel her lips along the sides of Bob's hardness. She sucked on him, just a little at first, and without knowing it began her first blowjob.

She discovered that she enjoyed having one prick in her cunt and another in her mouth.

The sight of Kathy's mouth closed over his friend's cock made Jack hotter. His strokes increased, became almost desperate. He shot off in her, unable to keep it any longer, pushing his crotch tight against her cunt.

The same shivers spun along Kathy's back as they had when Ben came in her. She loved it, she knew she did. Her thighs and cunt thrust up at Jack to take all of his come and her mouth fastened tight on Bob's cock. She sucked hard.

She felt Jack pull out of her. Freed, she turned, holding Bob's prick in her mouth, and kneeled over him, her bare ass in the air. Bob started fucking her mouth, his ass throwing his cock higher and higher. She rode with it, her mouth open and loose, the prick sliding up and down. She held his cock with one hand tight around the shaft. She stroked his balls with the other, worked them in their tight sack.

"Kathy," he called, "I'm going to come in your mouth." She did not stop sucking.

Bob let himself go. She felt his ass tense, his thighs and stomach stretch tight. His prick seemed to enlarge. His hands held her head, wrapped her hair. His come leaped suddenly from the balls in the palm of her hand through the hand that squeezed his prick and far back into her mouth against her throat. Spurt after spurt. She swallowed him fast, and when he finished she closed her mouth around him and sank back to the bed with him.

They all crawled under the covers, laughing, delirious with joy. Jack had fucked before, but Bob was a virgin. Their legs mixed together, their hands felt each other's asses. Kathy pulled on their cocks. When Bob was erect again. Jack pulled back the covers to watch his friend get his first piece of ass.

Bob said, "Kathy, I'm very glad its you."

When he shot off in her cunt, Kathy felt such pleasure, joy, such fulfillment, that she was happy to let Jack get between her legs as soon as Bob finished and replace the softening cock with his hard one. It took Jack only a few strokes to finish, and Kathy's only regret was that Bob wasn't ready again yet

They took turns in the shower. Bob first, then Kathy then Jack. While Jack was drying himself, he lay against the headboard of the bed propped on pillows, his legs spread, and Kathy stretched out between his legs and sucked him off, loving the taste of his come and the bursts of it against her throat

They lay on the bed, naked, and held each other's bodies. Kathy stroked Jack's cock with one hand while her other palm rested over Bob's crotch, her fingers teasing, sensing, petting Bob's prick, his balls.

She thought how happy she was and she imagined the pleasures she would be able to give and receive when she was older, as she lived her life.

She thought of her father, how she loved him, and he imagined his cock and how long and hard it must be and she hoped that he was as happy with her mother as she was right now with Bob and Jack. She hoped that her parents had a sweet exciting love life, that all was joyful between them in bed.

I said, "As well adjusted as you are, I'm sure they enjoy their screwing very much. Why don't they let you wear shorts as short as you want to, though?"

She looked defensive and smiled coyly. "They think I'm a virgin and I don't want to disappoint them."

By the time we had finished the Chinese food, Kathy had finished her story. She seemed to have to tell it, as if she was proud she had been able to have so many experiences at such a young age, though it must have bothered her to have been too shy to share her stories with her girl friends down at the car wash. She did not know that she was playing havoc with all the statistical geniuses of the latter half of the 20th Century. She was the kind of nice girl who would never have lied to a statistician, but one whom they simply would never have interviewed since she looked so virginal.

She sipped the last of the tea and said, "I'm hot."

I was too, but she meant physically and not sexually.

"Can we take a shower?"

"There is no shower. There's only a bath tub down the hall, but I think you might like it"

"Great I always wanted to see the inside of this house. I love old houses, don't you? Let's go."

That's how we wound up in the bath tub. It wasn't my idea, but I had only yesterday, though it seemed like ages, learned that when a California girl has a whim it is a good idea to go along with her. Fucking is usually included in the deal somewhere and if you want to be included in on it, just go, man. Just go.

We cleaned up the baskets the food had come in and cleared off the bed. For later. Then we took the towels Mrs. Harmony had piled in my room and I led Kathy out the door and quietly down the hall. The sun had gone over the horizon, somewhere down into the blue Pacific, and the twilight outside was beginning to get dark.

Kathy stopped to admire some old prints hung in the hallway. I urged her to come on. I was worried that Mrs. Harmony would come up the stairs cleaning or waxing or just looking and catch me with a girl in her upstairs hall.

Kathy loved the bathroom. She touched the wainscoting and ran her sandals over the hardwood floor. She liked the huge antique tub with the claw feet and the ancient commode with the pull chain hanging from the oak box overhead. From the bathroom window we could still see the dim glow of the last of the day's sun, through the now-dark trees, across the empty parking lot and beyond the edge of the town.

I ran the water until it was hot, then put in the plug and let the water roar. I watched Kathy undress.

First, as all the girls had done, she slipped out of her sandals. Her feet were small and her toes nicely shaped, though her ankles were a little thick. She unsnapped her cutoffs as I was unbuttoning my shirt. I slipped it off my shoulders and laid it on the chair Mrs. Harmony had so thoughtfully provided. Kathy's cutoffs were hooked at the top edge by her thumbs and she pushed them down. Nothing shy about her at all. She wasn't like Astra, pretending to hide behind the tree at first, or June, wanting to fuck in the dark garage without talking. Bonnie had stripped eagerly, but there had been something decadent about Bonnie's manner. Not so with Kathy. She slipped them down as if I were a high-school classmate, feminine variety, at the showers after gym class.

Her pubic hair was as black as the hair on her head. It was nice to see a black patch after so many blonds and brown-haired girls. I had discovered one thing so far during the weekend: variety is important if you plan to fuck as steadily as I was. I still considered each girl a challenge and was anxious for a taste of them all. I remembered Bonnie as I pushed down my own pants. I wondered when I would have the leisure to repay her as she had asked and when I would have the chance to get the taste of her on the tip of my tongue. I still wanted to taste them all and would not have liked to have come this close and missed out. If I missed one she would probably haunt me all summer and drive me wild. I would be busy thinking about her and I would forget all the cunt I had been successful with.

But now to Kathy.

Her stomach tightened as she pulled her T-shirt off over her head. She rose a little on her toes and her thighs and her cunt hairs stretched and her tits bounced when they were released.

They were heavier than the other girls', fuller, but the nipples rested on the very crest, exactly where the breast began to round, and so were in exactly the right place. I touched them with my thumbs. She had wider stripes of untanned skin around her hips and her breasts. She was probably forbidden to wear bikinis. If her folks only knew the kind of fucking she had done, and with only four boys, they would have simply been grateful that she even came home for supper.

She tested the water with a toe, spreading her cunt as she lifted her leg. My hand just naturally went down between her legs and I wiped my middle finger through her gash. She was moist, possibly from the excitement of telling a stranger her sexy stories and also, not to be modest, from looking at my prick. She touched it gently, wrapped her left hand around it, and squeezed with her fingers along its length. Then she let go and stepped into the tub. She turned the water higher and hotter and it cascaded out of the spout with a crashing roar that filled my ears as steam began to fill the room.

She laughed with her joyful, pretty mouth. "That's my fourth penis to see."

"How does it measure up?"

"The best one yet."

"You're a nice girl, Kathy, to say such a fine thing." I was pleased that she knew how to handle a guy's ego as well as how to touch his cock. Her husband, or whoever she chose to live with or even fuck with for a night, was going to have a good time with her.

"Nice nothing," she said. "It's bigger than either Jack or Bob's and I think it's even bigger than Ben's. It's hard to remember how big Ben's really was, though. The first cock a girl sees is always big because she's got nothing to compare it with. She's just grateful to have it in her hand."

I eased myself down into the hot water and she cradled my balls as I sank down. The water was around my armpits and her tits were half-floating. My prick was too stiff already to float

"Better turn the water off," I said, "or Mrs. Harmony will be up here with a mop."

She reached behind her back and turned the knobs. The noise stopped, though its echo still seemed to fill the room. The steam kept rising and misted over the mirror over the wash basin. "Nothing like a hot bath," Kathy said, "to make you feel cool afterward."

"That's what I say." I held the soap in my hand while I gently turned Kathy around until her back was against my front I spread my legs and pulled her to me, my cock rising long and hard up her backbone and my balls brushing the top of her ass. I kissed the back of her neck under her long black hair and reached around her to soap both her tits.

It was nice to get my hands on a good pair again. The last full ones I had been this close to had belonged to Bea Anderson and I had not been able to fully appreciate them since we were in something of a hurry that night.

I soaped the right one first ran both hands over its fullness and fingered the brown circle around her nipple and at last the nipple itself. Then I moved across her valley with my slippery fingers and soaped the other one, doing the same finger job on that nipple. When I was finished with the soap, I cupped my hands and held a tit in each as Kathy lay back against my chest, her own arms resting along the edge of the tub.

We took our time, enjoyed the calming sight of the red glow fading outside the window.

My hands strayed slowly, as if they belonged to a virgin girl testing her own skin, down under Kathy's breasts to her stomach and down further into the thick hair over her Venus mound. I ran my fingers through it and down her inner thighs, back up to her mound, to her belly button and back down to her hair. My fingers at last worked lower as Kathy's knees rose up out of the water as she spread her legs. Her head rested on my shoulder as her body prepared itself for whatever I would do with it

My fingers found her cunt. I slid the middle finger of each hand in over her clit and finger-fucked her, in and out, in and out, quickly, using both fingers, then massaged both against her clit while my other six fingers and two thumbs pressed the softness of her vulva and her ass. I tugged her back against me, my fingers in the handhold of her body. Her hands gripped the edge of the tub until her fingers were white.

I brought my left hand up to her tit and brushed the nipples with my palm. They stood out hard and flipped as I passed my hand over them, though I did not let them rest but kept brushing them fast. My forefinger of my right hand joined its companion and I flicked against Kathy's hard-on, and then my other finger slipped in and I held them together like a thick short prick and squished them in and out of her cunt

Her feet came out of the water as her ecstasy began. She hooked her heels over the edge of the tub, her head pushed hard against my shoulder. I covered the side of her neck with my mouth and tongue. My left palm kept up its devastating work on her nipples, while my three fingers played the right chords in her responsive body. Her ass squeezed tight as she humped off the bottom of the tub and back against my prick. Low moans came from the bottom of her throat as she came on my fingers, her mouth gasping open, her ass squeezing and squeezing as if she had something shoved up there. She rode my hand like a bronc-buster until the waves had stopped washing her body and lapped against the inside of her skin.

"Oh, Tim." She recovered as I pulled my fingers out of her cunt. She turned in the tub and without opening her eyes kissed my mouth, her tongue flowing into my mouth as if the only way to get what was below my waist was to lick it out of my insides.

"Stand up," she said. "I want to wash you."

I stood, being very careful so I wouldn't slip and break anything more important than my leg. Mrs. Harmony had provided a towel rack over the tub and I hung on to that I was fully aware that most accidents in the home happen in the bathroom.

The water came up to my knees so Kathy started there and worked up each leg, soaping and rinsing as she went. She did first the right leg, then the left, and finally arrived where she wanted to be.

She ran her hands through my legs and over my ass, and with very soapy fingers she washed my crack. Then she soaped my balls and slipped her hands out my now resoundingly stiff cock. She slipped back and forth on the shaft. She treated the head very gently, tracing her fingers around the nub. When she finished playing, she brought fresh water up in her hands and rinsed off the whole thing and without hesitating a second plopped the head into her mouth.

Her lovely brown eyes looked up along my stomach and up past my chest to where I was looking down at her. She wanted to see what I was thinking of her boldness and I let her know by cradling the back of her head with one hand, her cheek with the other. I slowly, slowly, patiently, taking my time so she could adjust, leaned forward slipping the first half of my cock into her mouth.

Her hand slid up my leg to my crotch and she pressed my balls against the root of my cock. She closed her eyes and began to suck, her teeth well out of the way, her tongue performing marvels on the bottom of my cock, he throat grasping for the head, her saliva flowing around my shaft.

Holding tight to the towel rack, I forced the cheeks of my ass together and my crotch forward. Kathy stuffed more of my prick into her mouth, continuing to suck hard and to manipulate my balls underneath. I closed my own eyes, pressed hard against her head, and started pumping my hips back and forth in the rhythmic manner that would soon bring on my orgasm. Her head floated with my cock, her mouth sucking on me, sucking, sucking, slurping, grasping for as much as she could take. Her free hand grasped the root of my cock that wasn't inside her mouth and she pumped back and forth on it with three fingers. She must have felt my balls about to break.

My feet felt like they went through the bathtub, through the house, to the center of the earth. They were rooted as everything gathered in a terrific force below my ankles, like water building higher and higher behind a dam that was constructed to collapse as the pressure rose.

I tried to spurt it out as far as I could. I wanted to blast a hole in the roof of Kathy's sweet mouth. When the dam burst I thrust forward with my hips to shoot far.

Just then the bathroom door opened.

But my dam had broken and nothing could have stopped it.

Kathy still had enough small town left in her soul to want not to be caught taking somebody's come in her mouth and she quickly opened her mouth and let me free, though her hand still gripped the shaft. When she turned to see who had come through the door, she also moved my cock and my first great spurt shot out of my balls to splat against the bright red towel carried by the completely naked daughter of Mrs. Harmony.

None other than Charity, the girl from the parlor that first day. Roughly sixteen. The one with the Afro and the fine white teeth and the long slim neck. The one I had imagined fucking on her mother's white, white sheets.

She looked at Kathy and me with her big black eyes as my come finished spurting out over her mother's hardwood floor.

"Hey," she said, looking at the spot on her towel. "I came in to take a bath, not a shower."

I started laughing, my cock bouncing, because there was nothing else I could do. Kathy seemed worried, though, and sank a little lower in the water to cover her tits. "Hi, Charity," she said weakly.

Charity touched my shot of semen on her red towel, then dabbed each of her bare nipples with a spot. "I heard you guys in here," she said. "Splashing around like kids. How are you, Kathy?"

The girls knew each other from high school, but it was unlikely they had ever seen each other like this. "I didn't think you did things like this." Kathy seemed to relax. She allowed her tits to float back to the surface and the nipples just brushed the water. "I've been seduced," Kathy said.

"By this charming fellow?" Charity dropped her towel on the chest-of-drawers and walked to the tub. Her black skin seemed to glow and the fist of hair between her legs was like the fist of a boxer.

"You know him, don't you?" Kathy asked. "His first name is hard, and his last name is on."

"I don't think we've met." She smiled at my prick with all of her white teeth gleaming. "Glad to meet you, Mr. Hard On." She was as bold as brass and simply reached over to my crotch and took hold of my prick and shook it as if it was somebody's hand.

Charity was simple, direct, and to the point. "Three's a crowd in a tub, don't you think? Are you two about cleaned up?"

"We can make room," I said hopefully.

"No, thanks, I want a real bath and I like to take them alone. But I do hate to take a bath unless I got some reason to take one." She kept squeezing my prick.

I got the idea fast. My eyes had not stayed on her tits with their little dabs of semen but had strayed down her thin body to the fist of black curly hair. I had never had black pussy and had a sudden, yearning hunger for this one. I stepped out of the tub, saying casually, "Will you excuse us a minute, Kathy?"

"Want me to leave the room?" Kathy asked, pulling the plug and rinsing the soap off her body before she rose, the water pouring from her large tits, dripping from her cunt hair.

"It's not necessary," I said.

I stepped behind Charity and urged her body gently over. She knew all the positions, it seemed, because she did not hesitate, but grasped the edge of the tub with her hands, stuck her ass out behind, and spread her long legs.

Wiping my hands once through her cunt, I touched as far up her front as her belly button where her body folded naturally, then caressed down with my fingers walking through that thick overgrown bush and rinding the pink slit they were feeling for. Either she had gotten herself hot by listening to Kathy and me in the tub or she had the fastest flowing juices in the world, because she was already willing and able, her cunt soaked. She pushed her ass back toward me, spreading her asshole as well as her cunt lips, and I aimed my cock for the lower, bigger hole, and it swallowed the head as if I possessed a banana instead of a cock. It was simple then to step closer and slide further into her black cunt, and as I did so she pushed harder against me, and my pubic bone rubbed against her asshole.

Her cunt was as smooth and tight as the finger of a greased glove. It closed around my cock until instead of thinking I had four sides to my prick it felt like I had hundreds. It felt completely round and enclosed by Charity's hot, wet, hungry vagina. I watched it slide out of her as I pulled back and I saw her pink lips gape open as the head nearly slid out of her, but I pushed back before that happened and I was in once more to my balls.

Kathy circled behind us, pulled up the chair and sat down to watch between my legs. She kept one hand in her own snatch, but she could not keep the other away from the action. She palmed my balls and slipped her fingers along the bottom of my cock as I plunged in and out of Charity's cunt. Smell came up to my nostrils of funky sweat, dripping wet bodies, as Charity began twisting her spread hips, pushing far back against me and grinding her loins in a figure 8 that set my cock on fire so the only way I could keep it cool was to keep it driven as far as I could up her young, tight, muscled hole. My cock swelled larger, in thickness as well as length.

Kathy lay her head against the cheek of my ass. I felt her tongue begin to lick at the top of my crack. Her fingers sometimes plunged into Charity's gash along with my cock. She stopped licking me long enough to pop her thumb into her mouth and cover it with saliva, and then she eased it back against my asshole that was spread as wide as Charity's. Her thumb slid easily into me to the first joint and I squeezed with my own ass muscles the same as Charity was squeezing my cock with her cunt muscles.

Charity came then, her forehead held tight against the edge of the tub, her feet gripping the floorboards.

I had had so many orgasms lately that I felt in complete control, but Kathy was doing wonders on my ass with her little girlish thumb and threw my timing off by about a mile. I shot Charity's cunt full, pump after pump after pump.

Charity came again, hard, as she felt my cock exploding inside her. Her breath caught in gasps. I had reached under her to find a place to hold on to and my hands naturally had found the parts of her that made her female. One hand gripped her left tit while the other had a handful of that black patch and the front of her cunt pulled on both when I came and it seemed to tear her apart and brought more gushing of relief from her body.

When I pulled out of her, she turned and gave my cock a grateful squeeze. "Now get it out of here so I can take my bath." She turned on the water and bent over to rinse the tub. A faint line of white exposed her black cunt lps as my semen started oozing out of her. She said happily, "See you later."

Kathy and I did not stop for formalities. I wiped my cock on Charity's red towel and we gathered our clothes as if we were being chased from the swimming hole and walked, naked, down the hall to my room.

Inside, I held Kathy in my arms for a long time, stretched out on the old high bed. I turned on a small radio on the nightstand and found a station that played soft music in the early evening and listened to the DJ read poetry with a voice that dripped kindness.

Kathy and I lay in each other's arms without talking. I understood the problem she was having. Was she as good a fuck as Charity? Did I still want her after having such a fine stand-up fuck with Charity, who was two years younger than Kathy? Were black girls more seductive than white ones?

I took my time with Kathy, waited patiently, and after an hour or so during which both Kathy and I slept a few minutes, I gradually slid my mouth down her body and parted her thighs and my tongue found her cunt with no help from my fingers.

When she spread her thighs, I turned off the bed and kneeled beside it, taking her crotch with me, and I placed her thighs over my shoulders and buried my face in her cunt

It opened wide and I saw all the pink delicious folds that led far up into her body like a cornucopia of delights. It was fringed with her black hair and the vulva was purplish, but the insides, where my tongue was directed, were pink and red and pulsed with the eagerness of a girl. Her clit stood out hard along the upper edge and the tip of my tongue caressed its length. Then my mouth was buried, my lips pressing her vulva open, my tongue darting like a small eager prick in and out of her, in and out along her clit, plunging deep inside her rich aroma-filled gash. I stood then, lifting her ass with my hands, and Kathy rested her thighs on my shoulders, the weight of her own body on her own shoulders. My mouth was still buried in her cunt as I burrowed my face into her privacy. Her legs kicked the air, but I held her tight and her orgasms started racking her body. As they started to diminish I lowered her to the bed and fell on top of her, my stiff prick plunging up her hole where my tongue had been, filling full, plunging deep, forcing the walls to split and divided and accept my long swollen tool.

The bed was high enough off the floor that I could stand. My feet were anchored to the floor. I pushed against it as if it was a heavy iron block that I had to move. My other solid object was Kathy's crotch. Bending over her, my chest brushing her tits, I threw it into her, into and into and into, back and forth, back and forth, while her orgasms wrestled with her body, rippled from her mouth clinging to mine, down past her throat to her tits with the nipples thrust upward like erections and further past to her belly button that had been forgotten and overlooked in the hunger of our bodies. Her orgasm ripped at her cunt, her muscles flexing hard and gripping my penis thrusting even further and further into her. I felt the end of her cunt as she swept her legs up past my arms.

My balls banged her soft ass. It was like fucking a live ball. She clung to me with her thighs, her arms tight around my neck, her feet resting and pushing against the top of my ass.

It seemed like I must have come a full bucket in the last couple of days, but still even more gathered, from where I don't know.

When it spit out the head of my cock, it felt like the whole damn thing exploded.

Kathy nearly screamed with the delight my spurting gave her. Her eyes clenched shut, her teeth clamped and the sound squeezed out between her drawn lips. When I was finished, when the spasms at last left my body, I shuddered like a great horse and my testicles felt as heavy and as large as bowling balls rolling fast down the alley. When they burst, it was as if I had had a strike. Pins were flying in every direction, as if instead of simply being knocked over, they had exploded.