Chapter 3

It was already after seven, but they kept patrolling the neighborhood anyway. It was Jerry's idea; he was the cautious one. Jerry guided his Ford around the area of Elm Street to be sure Teeger wasn't around. He finally parked the car at the end of Maple, and he and Morry got out and faded into the trees. They climbed the hills, and could see the Winters' house perched just below the ridge of the biggest hill. It was a white, two-story Colonial with a wing on each side. The left wing was a screened-in porch; the right wing was a three-car garage. The only light in the place seemed to be in the living room, and one upstairs.

"Let me guess," Morry muttered. "The three cars are probably a Caddie, a Buick, and a foreign sports car."

Jerry said, "Who cares? Isn't that the way it always is-some people get it all, and others get to look at them enjoying it. We'll get our share our own way. Have you got a hard-on for Lisa?"

"Right now I do."

"Okay, I'll take Barb. But let me know if you get tired of Lisa. Barb is probably all talk."

They circled around the back of the house; they still couldn't see anyone in the lighted living room, so they slipped down out of the woods and knocked lightly at the back door.

Barb opened the door. "Hey, you guys are sort of late. We were expecting you at seven."

They looked at her. She was wearing a wooly white beach robe that ended at her crotch. The flaps were open, and you could see she was wearing a scarlet bikini.

"We've been taking sun baths down in the rec room," she said. "We didn't get to the beach much this summer because we had all that moving to do.

I think Lisa's plastered. She's had three martinis already. C'mon in."

They stepped inside and Barb closed the door. They were standing in the anteway of a kitchen that gleamed with chromium-plated gadgets. Jerry noticed an electric stove, an electric can opener, electric everything. Music floated up from the open door of a stairwell that obviously led to the rec room. There was something else.

"What's that banging sound?" asked Morry.

Barb smiled apologetically. "We had to lock Joan in her room. She wanted to come to the party, but we figured she's too young for martinis."

Jerry bit a fingernail. "She isn't the type to tell, is she? I mean, if you cut her out of something, she won't tell your parents, will she?"

"Oh, no. She's not a fink. But she does sort of get in the way, if you know what I mean. Well, how about a nice drink? Do you guys drink martinis? We made a whole pitcher while we were waiting for you. C'mon down." She led the way down the stairs.

When Jerry and Morry rounded the staircase they entered a room with a large bar on the left. The shelves were stacked with bottles of booze of all kinds. At the far end of the room, Lisa lay stretched out on a sofa under a reddish light. She was wearing the bottom of a yellow bikini, sun glasses, and held a magazine over her tits. A half empty glass of booze waggled in her right hand.

"Hi, you guys. We thought maybe you weren't coming."

Jerry and Morry were still at a loss for words; this kind of luxurious house and brand of girls was something they weren't used to.

Lisa ripped off her huge sunglasses and grinned. "You guys look like you could use a great big drink."

"Coming up," Barb said. She danced behind the bar and produced two large glasses. Then a pitcher of booze appeared, beaded with moisture and tinkling with ice. Barb dropped cubes into the two glasses and poured.

Jerry said, "We parked our car way down at the end of Maple and walked up. It took quite a while. That's why we're late. Are you sure it's okay for us to be here?"

"You're welcome," Barb drawled. From the looks of her, she too had been well into the juice by the time he and Morry arrived. He glanced briefly at his T-shirt and jeans and wondered if they shouldn't have worn something a little dressier. He forgot about that as soon as he had downed two mouthfuls of martini. He had never tried one before; for him it had always been beer.

"Good stuff," Morry said. He clincked his glass with Jerry's just as a crescendo of Begin the Beguine rose from the four speakers of the stereo.

Morry said, "Quite a place you have here." He nearly felt like a stranger. When they had been up on the mountain earlier, he felt perfectly at ease on his own territory. Everything was different here; it was a strange new world.

"Morry," Lisa called. "Come over here. I want to talk to you."

He slid off the red leather bar stool and paced toward her. She took hold of his hand and pulled him down to the sofa.

Barb drank easily from her glass, then trained her emerald eyes on Jerry. "I feel kind of bad about Joan, but we didn't know what else to do with her. Ready for another drink?"

He stared at his glass. It looked just like water. "Is this gin?"

"No, vodka. You can't smell it on anyone's breath. Isn't that great? We're real vodka fans."

He drained the glass and held it out for more. He couldn't see that there was any punch to it. It went down easily and didn't do a thing to him.

"Downers," Barb challenged. She began to guzzle her drink.

Jerry raced her to the finish and won. He still didn't feel anything. "Not very strong, is it?"

Barb's eyes twinkled. "You just wait. It hits you later. It's a real bash." She set her glass down and took off her beach robe. She tossed it onto something behind the bar, then put her elbows on the bar and leaned forward. "Do you think I got any tan? I was under the lamp for almost an hour.

Jerry looked at the big tits that flowed from her chest. The red bikini cups at the ends of her tits weren't half the size of his palms. Her nipples pushed the cloth out like tent poles. For the first time Jerry took a good look at her. No, she didn't flash her eyes around and look at you from an angle. But there was something about her. Barb had a kind of steady look in her eyes, as if she were waiting for something, sure of something, confident it would come. Her blonde hair was parted in the middle and spilled around her cheeks and shoulders. She knew how to smile. When her mouth was closed her lips seemed a shade too small, and there were shallow red arrow tips near the center of her upper hp. But when she smiled, everything was broad and warm. She had dazzlingly white teeth. Her chin and cheeks were full, but that seemed to go with a body that was bigger than most. It was the sort of body that was spectacular at the beach but looked fat in a dress. Not fat exactly, but when he'd first seen her he thought she seemed plump. Now, with the vodka thinning the blood in his brain, he realized that Barb was twice as good-looking as Lisa. Lisa relied on gimmicks-sexy looks, tossing hair, a jaunty walk. Barb didn't have to; she had all she needed without lifting a finger.

Jerry turned his head to peer at Morry and Lisa. The magazine that had been on her chest was on the floor. The latest issue of Playtime. Morry and Lisa were locked in an embrace on the sofa. Her face was underneath Morry's, and her chest was hidden by Morry's torso. The T-shirt had begun to show patches of sweat because they were both under the sun lamp.

"Shall we dance?" asked Barb. "Do you know any of the old dance steps, like the fox-trot? We saw people dancing like that in an old movie on TV." She tossed off the remainder of her martini and came out from behind the bar.

Jerry's eyes drank in the vision of her hips. Broad and white and packaged with the red string and little patch of her bikini. In a way, the sight stung him. Her full thighs and calves were joined to her hips in a symphony of motion.

He stood, and when she came to him, she coiled her arms around his neck and pressed her pussy flush against his crotch. He didn't have to get a hard-on; he already had one. He wrapped his arms around her waist; her body was firm. The warmth of her naked skin permeated his forearms and sent something tingling to his brain. Barb began to rock her hips from side to side in tempo with the music. He raised his hands from the small of her back to her shoulder blades and hugged her. Her lolling tits pressed into the front of his T-shirt, and the room seemed to spin as her tits gradually pressed harder against his chest until they were hot pies flattened against him. With his cheek against her hair he looked over her shoulder at Morry and Lisa.

He caught sight of Lisa's dangling tits as she bent forward to pull down Morry's jeans. Their hands scrambled across each other like animals fighting over something. The air in Jerry's lungs stayed there as he watched. Morry's shoes and socks lay askew on a scatter rug. The front of his jockey shorts bulged like a sack of groceries. While Lisa clawed the jeans from Morry's ankles, he sent frantic fingers to the strings that held her bikini bottom at her hips. The strings sagged. Lisa plunged her right hand into the front of Morry's jockey briefs, felt around and grabbed hold of his cock. The outlines of her knuckles showed like a string of miniature mountains under the white cloth. The mountains began to move up and down.

Barb drew her head back and stared into Jerry's eyes. "I'll go change the stack of records."

He grew dimly aware of the hissing of the machine. His arms slipped from her back as she turned. He followed her over to the table where the record player stood. He let his fingers touch the plastic top of the tape recorder.

He said, "I was always interested in stuff like this."

"It's a great machine. Very expensive. Dad uses it to record music from the FM set. Take it home and try it out if you like. It's a Nagra Three, the kind they use on location in Hollywood."

"Three. What's the three stand for?"

"Here." She pointed to a knob that was marked 3 1/2, 7, and 15. "Three different speeds. Three and a half inches per second, seven and fifteen. Three and a half if you want to make a long recording." She caught her breath in her throat. "S-seven, for better reproduction. And fifteen ... inches if you want the very best." She placed the stack of fresh records on the spindle and pulled a switch. The machine began to click and move.

"Fifteen inches," Jerry repeated.

Barb slid into his arms so deftly it was as if they had always been that way. She said, "A lot of inches make a big difference." Her pussy pushed up against his hard-on, then seemed to wrap around it as if her whole body were a pillow.

Straight behind her on the sofa, a nude Morry was on top of a naked Lisa. She had hold of his cock with both hands and bent her head down to lick the tip with her tongue. Morry's mouth widened and he moaned. Lisa's thighs flew apart, she did something to Morry's balls, then the cock butted against the flat of her box. Her hands guided the prick to the hole in her bush. The cock sank in two inches. Lisa's thighs clamped Morry's hips. Her calves stretched straight toward the ceiling, then folded from their hinges across Morry's bobbing ass. The cheeks of his ass swelled and contracted like a bellows as he drove his cock into Lisa's cunt. Their bodies and faces adhered to each other like adhesive tape. Lisa's hips ballooned and contracted each time Morry's ass drew back for another thrust. Their skin and hair had a reddish cast under the rays of the sun lamp. It was almost as if they were burning in each other's arms.

Jerry became conscious of Barb's lips pressing against his. His heart began to race. His hands shot to her full hips and traced the slopes that flowed to her trim waist. The touch of the smooth skin electrified his hands. Her tongue pushed his mouth open and sank into his face. Their lips pressed against one another softly, firmly, then hot and hard. Something seemed to cascade inside his brain. Jerry's hands became a flurry on Barb's back. He felt the sharp curve where her ass joined her waist. He traced the contours of her shoulders. The hook of her bikini top grazed against his fingers. In the rush to explore, to savor the warmth he had in his arms, his fingers wouldn't obey. They couldn't stand still long enough to open the hook.

Lisa drew her face back and set her blue eyes staring into his. Something seemed to churn deep inside her eyes. Jerry's vision wandered into her eyes and was held there by some invisible force that gripped him.

She said, "Let's go to the bar. I'll sit down." She moved from his trembling arms. He followed her swinging ass to the bar. Barb whirled, smiled her approval of him, and sat down on one of the red leather stools. Her thighs spread open as her arms stretched to receive him. Jerry's breathing broke and shuddered from his lips. He clasped her around the waist, felt her tits burn into the front of his T-shirt, then her mouth, then her legs coiling around his quaking ass. Her shoulders pressed up against the cushioned ledge of the bar. Her head arched back until it touched the flat of the bar. Jerry's mouth joined hers. His tongue pried her lips apart and sailed inside her warm mouth. Tongues met, wrestled and stretched long and straight. The inner linings of her cheeks tasted smooth, but the roof of her mouth had faint corrugations. Barb's tongue and cheeks compressed and made a cuntmouth for the hard-on of his tongue. His tongue-cock slid slowly in and out of the wet juice, the tightness, the mouth-cunt that widened as his tongue pushed in, then narrowed as his tongue drew back.

Jerry's hands fumbled for the hook of her bikini top. His shaking fingers didn't know how to behave; they botched it. Suddenly he drew back and tugged at the waist of his T-shirt. He crossed his arms and pulled the shirt up around his shoulders. He couldn't see. He wasn't sure he could see anyway with the way his head was rushing with the sound of racing blood.

Thighs and calves loosened around his waist. Deft fingers explored the shape at the front of his jeans. Still blinded by the entanglement of his T-shirt, he felt his fly rip open. Hands invaded his jeans and wrestled with his jockey shorts. Fingernails grazed across the skin of his belly. A sudden warmth curled around his cock. His hard-on felt bathed by it as the warmth spread all over his prick from top to bottom. The more he wrestled with his T-shirt, the more tangled he got. His balls were surrounded. A crooked forefinger ringed his base and began to climb up his shaft. His shirt flew off his head and fluttered toward the linoleum floor. He peered down.

Barb had his cock out of his pants and was clinging to it with both hands. One hand was wrapped around the bottom; the other gripped his prick just above the first hand. His helmet-shaped cockhead stuck out from her ringed fingers. The hole was brimming with a clear liquid. Jerry grew aware of the perspiration beading down his forehead. Her hands squeezed hard on his cock and moved slowly upward. The scarlet prickhead sank from sight in her rising hands. His cockskin stretched over the head and smothered it. Her hands didn't stop; they kept rising up until he thought his skin would pull off; her hands slid across his skin all the way to the little finger of her lower hand. His cockskin snapped from the finger and back into place like a rubber band. But the tunnel of her hands came back. His cockhead nestled into the tiny hole made by her palm and little finger. His cock burrowed into the two, tandem fists, and his cockskin stretched in the opposite direction toward his balls.

Jerry's breath stuttered from his lungs. His heart tried to outdo his heaving chest. He swallowed mechanically as he felt his cockhead stretch and strain as it traveled up the tunnel of her clenched fists.

His forgotten hands came to life. They fumbled and tugged, and things came apart. The strings at her hips, the fragile bonds that held the patch of red cloth over her cunt. His fingers firmed; they grew talented. The strings disappeared from the bulges of her hips. Hot skin replaced the unnatural strings. His hands flowed with bulging flesh. Good ass found his hands. Hot hands surrounded his burning hard-on. The little red flap fell away of its own weight, replaced by yellow hair that seemed almost flourescent in the dim light that came from behind the bar.

Fingers appeared and burrowed in her bush. A middle finger switched from side to side until it found what it wanted. A hot, wet cunthole sucked his finger in. His fist clenched as her thighs closed tight around his hand. The fierce pressures of her legs drove his middle finger deep into her pussy. A hard bump grazed across his knuckle. The bump quivered against his skin. Jerry worked the finger back and forth, pressing his thumb against the plump mound at the base of her cunt. His finger abruptly rotated and he pushed a fingertip against her quivering clit. Hot hands tightened their grip on his cock. Then they flew off and scurried to find his balls. Jerry's chest fell forward across her torso. The outlines of her bikini top felt like silk against his naked chest. The warmth burned against his body. The perspiration of their skin greased her tits and boobies slid around against his chest, prodded by the heaving of her lungs. Their mouths burned and welded. A quivering tongue erupted between his lips. Below, his hands lay between her clamped thighs; her hands clung to his balls and bar. Knuckles and fingers crushed each other in the press of crotch to crotch. She tightened the scissors of her legs. Jerry wanted to pull his hands up and rip the little red patches from her tits, but he couldn't.

His ass squeezed back against the pressures of her calves. He felt her straightening his cock, aiming it as she let herself slide down a little across the leather stool. He closed his eyes as his cockhead touched her furry wet pussy. Christ, how he wanted to get inside her, to feel her hot body engulf his cock, every inch, then hug his ass for the greatest kiss of all-cock and cunt.

He went in. Spirals of excitement radiated through his thighs. His legs, even his feet began to tingle. She pushed her big tits hard against his chest. Their hearts raced against each other, competitors neck and neck in a desperate race.

Her mouth ground against his, rippled and pressed. He returned the pressures with a twist. His tongue slid in and out of her mouth faster and faster. Her mouth widened and grew when his tongue was full in. Then her lips compressed to a slot as the tongue slid out. The oval became a hard, round hand, the shape of a rubber; the invisible rubber encircled his cock-tongue, it stretched to his root, then furled again.

Barb's squeezing thighs crushed his hips. Calves scraped up and down across the orbs of Jerry's ass. His cock heaved deeper into her cun thole. It squeezed into the hot little cave like an animal burrowing into a shelter. His cock went mad with the heat; it swelled even harder, pulsed like a separate heart, cried to go further and on and on without end. Jerry's cock wanted to do that forever. Move up and up, sinking into the quicksand of tight cunt forever, never coming out, staying in warm and wonderful, squeezed in loving embrace, wanted, clutched desperately by cunt, getting everything there was, all of her, more, further, going in by degrees, drowning in the ecstasy of it, a long balloon of flesh that would burst in the heaven of her hole.

He arched his head back to gasp for air. Barb's head lay back on the bar, her yellow hair sprayed in all directions, as if a can of paint had been spilled. The lips of her open mouth twisted and searched. She rocked her head from side to side as Jerry tightened his ass and drove his cock in as far as he could. His balls squeezed up against her cunt.

"Oh," Barb muttered. "Oh. Yungh, yungh." Her lips opened briefly, and her green eyes rolled as if she had been struck a stunning blow on the head. Her neck and chin quivered. A low moan vibrated her tits, still cupped by the red flaps of her bikini. But the flaps had shifted from the pressures of their embraces. One had risen and revealed the lower half of a nipple. The nipple was pink and erect; it stood out from its pink shield. Jerry's mouth rushed for her tit. He sucked it in deliriously, felt the joy fill his lips and the tip of his tongue. His left hand rose at the corner of his vision and clawed a red string from Lisa's shoulder. The string skidded down her arm to her elbow and a tit popped out, big and bold. Jerry's tongue fell into the pit of Barb's tit cleavage. His tongue slid in and out of the slot, basking in the taste of her skin. Quaking tits mashed his face. His tongue moved to the left and touched a tit as hard as a rivet. He ate it. Hot tit pried open his mouth. He lavished his tongue all over her boobie, waggled the nipple from side to side, then felt his tongue slide out from the pressure of his lower lip and cup the curve of her lower tit. His nose got buried in flesh as Barb pressed her chest against his face.

Jerry had to draw back to gulp for air. His eyes were met by the almost suspended-in-air aspect of the bared tit. It stared back at him, glistening red and white. The other red triangle had climbed to the top of the other boob. A pair of staring, hard nipples rose and fell with her uncontrolled gasping. His hands pulled free from their locked position at her hips and clutched the sides of her tits. His fingers rode the hot bubbles of flesh, felt the iron of the nipples, then became clamps that pressured the sides as he buried his tongue and nose in her cleavage.

When he searched for air again, his glazed eyes watched her head tossing from side to side on the bar. Jerry swung his face to one side. From the corner of his vision he could see Morry and Lisa on the sofa, watching.

Morry was stretched out with his ass on Lisa's lap. She was in a sitting position with her bare feet on the floor. She might just have been a girl sitting on a couch except that she was firmly gripping Morry's cock with both hands. The cock was pointed straight up at the ceilinng. The expression on Morry's face was a mixture of madness and delight. The pair stared back at Jerry as if they were a photograph. The only movement was the bellowing of their lungs. Lisa's blonde hair was strewn in every direction-across her face, over her shoulder and half covering one strutting tit, even up from her head as if the strands had a support. Morry's black hair looked as if it had never been combed in his life. His curved red cock looked like a child's baseball bat in Lisa's hands. She suddenly let Morry's hard-on go with one hand, brushed the hair away from her face and let her mouth form a gradual smile. Her eyes glinted like a cat's. The smile on her lips faded like a falling sun, then her lips compressed and took on the expression of someone who was about to whistle. Her face fell. Morry's red cock burrowed between her lips and swiftly disappeared inside Lisa's mouth. One of her cheeks bulged out, distorting her face.

The vision floated before Jerry's eyes like a wet dream. When he moved his face toward Barb's body, he saw her upraised head. She had seen it all too, and her green eyes bulged like someone watching a suspense film. They came into each other's arms in a rush. Barb clamped her palms to the small of his back, then wiggled her fingers under the belt of his jeans to clutch his hot ass.

He kissed her so hard her head sank back to the bar. Her bare tits heaved and skidded around against his perspiring chest. She loosened the clamp of her calves from the backs of his thighs. Jerry's ass shot back, and he felt his cock ooze from the sheath of her cunt. His outer cockskin stayed in and his prick shoved in deep, then moved out, in, out.

Movement crossed the zone of vision at the corner of Jerry's eye. Gleaming golden hair, bouncing bare tits. Lisa reaching for the pack of Yarboroughs on the bar, lighting one, blowing smoke as she watched them.

Jerry's ass ground around in the embrace of Barb's thighs. His swollen prick surged up and down her cunt. Lisa poured a drink, sipped, stared. Jerry felt smoke in his nostrils. Lisa blew smoke at his cheek again, then she kissed his ear. Fury gripped him; he pulled his face away from Barb's and his tongue slid out of her mouth. Jerry gasped and glared at Lisa's grinning face. Barb snatched the cigarette from Lisa's fingers, but instead of flinging it away took a deep drag and coughed. She exhaled a cloud of smoke. Her legs tightened and squeezed Jerry's cock full up her cunt. Barb took the drink away from Lisa and gulped two swigs. She sucked on the white tube again and sent a stream of gray smoke toward the ceiling. Lisa's hands tore at Jerry's hair; her lips mashed against his. A tongue wiggled inside his mouth. Someone abruptly pulled her away.

Jerry's lips met Barb's. Their heated bodies came together like crossed swords. His cock flew in and out of her cunt. The hot tits against his chest felt like burgeoning fires. He clung to her when his cock grew to unbearable size. It was a torpedo, ready to explode. A little further and the head would touch against something and go off. He shuddered. His prick spurted. His ass skidded back and went forward. Another racking shudder as his cock went off inside the armfuls of flesh. Their twisting bodies made the leather stool dance out slightly from the bar. A fiery stream guzzled from Jerry's balls into his cock. It showered inside Barb's belly. Her calves kicked against the orbs of his ass. Hot thighs burned against his hips. Their lips worked furiously, their tongues invaded and retreated, then met head on. Lungs beat against lungs. Crotches met, ground together like mortar and pestle, then parted only to meet again in a rush of joy. Ripples of joy danced from Jerry's loins up to his chest and back; his head shook with the sensations. His hands went limp in her hair. Long fingernails dug into the bunched muscles of his shoulders; the nails leaped down and scored his back. Hot hands rubbed his back. Jerry's tongue drove in and out of her face. His ass trembled with exertion. Flames like the gush from a blast furnace seemed to gather in his thighs. His whole body began to sag, then grew rigid. His cock puffed up inside her cunt, it pulsed, it threatened to split. Barb's head rocked slowly from side to side on top of her bar; Jerry's lips relentlessly followed hers, giving her no air. Her quivering nostrils flamed against his cheek. Suddenly her heaving lungs quit their urgent motion; her body grew tense. The tight arms around Jerry's neck grew taut. Then her belly began to vibrate. Sudden waves of motion grasped his prick. The massaging muscles of her cunthole wreaked havoc; his cock spurted and shot, flooded her, spurted and refilled to spurt again. Her convulsing snatch milked the flood like a machine. They clung to each other like drowning survivors, unable to stop the storm that raged through their bodies. Spasms of cock and cunt clashed in a wet contest of ecstasy.

When her arms drooped from his neck, Jerry staggered back to search for air. His cock slid out of her cunthole like a sword from a sheath. He stared at it. It was slick with juices, a shining red cock, and the tip still drained white. Barb's head was an exhausted mass on the bar. Her splayed thighs revealed a soaked patch of blonde hair that almost looked as if it grew out from the red soil of the stool.

Jerry stumbled back to the bar, spied the half empty martini glass and drank it all in one gulp. He groped for his cigarettes. The first one came out of the pack and broke. He got another and lit it with a shaky match.

Barb's head rolled. Her eyes opened halfway. Between gasps she spoke. "Lisa ... likes you. She was watching us. She-blew him, didn't she? I mean, I saw them on the sofa. She had his ... in her mouth. Then I couldn't see them after that. She blew him, didn't she? Sucked his cock."

"I don't know." He drew deeply on his cigarette and let smoke curl from his lips. He felt high, as if he had drunk ten beers. "Where did they go?"

"Upstairs. Oh, I hope they aren't going to use our parents' bedroom. If they make a mess-" She heaved her chest up to take in air. The remains of her red bikini lay incongruously above her tit. The other tit hung free. She sat up slowly and tilted her head down to peer at her cunt. She rubbed her hands inside her thighs, as if they might ache or be chafed. "Those brass studs on your jeans' pockets," she muttered. "They were killing me."

He laughed gently. She laughed. He poured two fresh drinks, and he thrust one into her hand. Then he gave her his cigarette and lit one for himself.

"He didn't even have anything to drink," Jerry said.

"Who?" she asked vacantly. "Morry. He just went to Lisa like a bee to honey."

"She likes his looks. He looks a little like a fighter, if you know what I mean."

"He's a pretty tough kid, but he's never done anything wrong. You were great, Barb."

"It was fun, wasn't it? That's the first time I've ever been screwed at a bar. Now I know what they meant by that old song-daddy, beat me eight at the bar."

They both chuckled.

Lisa drew on her cigarette and tossed off her drink like a pro. When she set her glass down she peered at her bikini top. She laughed again. "We just didn't get anything off, did we?"

"Not much."

She turned her back to him. He stuck his smoke between his lips and unhooked the strings. Lisa pulled down the strap on her left shoulder. It crumpled on the linoleum floor. She looked over her shoulder with saucy eyes.

"Your turn," she whispered.

He sat on the stool next to her but didn't do anything but lean his elbows back on the bar. His limp cock hung out of the slit in his fly. Lisa bent down to unbuckle his black belt. She popped open the brass button at the top of his fly. Jerry reached down and pulled off his shoes and socks. The faded jeans slid down his legs and onto the floor. When he stood and faced her, her fingers landed on his hips and tugged his jockey briefs down. When the briefs were a furled white ring at the centers of his thighs, Jerry's cock began to pulse and swell.

Barb giggled. "I thought we finished that off a long time ago."

"You could never finish that off."

"Want to bet? Let's go upstairs. We have four bedrooms. Anyway, I want to see where Lisa and Morry went."

Jerry bent down and stepped out of his jockey shorts. When he straightened, Barb held a cupped hand out to his balls. As soon as his cock stiffened, she grabbed it like a prize.

"It was so hard inside me," she muttered. "You have the biggest prick I've ever seen."

"How many have you seen?" He knew he shouldn't have said it, but he was feeling good. The martinis were a real kick. "A few dozen."

"Did your parents ever catch you?"

"No, but we had a few close calls. They'd die if they knew. They think we're Mommy and Daddy's nice little girls. And we are, in a way. I mean, we haven't been doing anything that everybody else hasn't been doing. All the girls in school fuck. In our high school there were only two virgins in the sophomore class, and they were both as ugly as frogs. Everybody's doing it, and I don't see why they shouldn't. I like making love, it's fun. And you don't have to worry, with the pill." She moved the skin of his cock up and down with her thumb and forefinger. "So many fun things to do with a cock like yours. Let's go." She stood and led the way, still clinging to his cock.

Jerry placed his hands on her ass. The orbs changed shape in the cups of his hands, especially when they were going up the stairs.

In the kitchen Barb said, "Lisa turned off the light. I'm going to turn it on. The kitchen's at the back of the house. No one will see us." She snapped on the light and pulled his cock through the kitchen into the foyer. They climbed a carpeted spiral staircase to the second story. Jerry quickly spotted the slot of light under a bedroom door.

"They must be in there," he whispered.

"No, that's Joan's room. We'll have to keep our voices down. We don't want her to hear us and start making noise again." She led the way to a room at the end of the hall. Muffled sounds of screwing issued through the door.

Barb whispered. "They're in there. I just knew she'd do it in Mom's room. She's awful, you know that? She'll do anything, even blow." She held a forefinger up to her lips for silence. Then she released Jerry's hard-on and tried the doorknob.

The door began to open. Barb quickly slipped inside and closed it. Before Jerry knew what was happening he heard a giggle, then the door made locking noises. He tried the handle; the damn thing was locked.

He grunted. What the hell was she pulling on him, he wondered. He listened. In a moment he heard squeals and mutterings. Someone gasped. Bedsprings began to squeal.

He whirled at another sound. It came from Joan's room. A banging noise on the door. He heard her small voice coming through the door.

"Hey, I know you're out there, you guys. C'mon, lemme out of here. I wanta beer."

Jerry paced over to the door. "Joan, be quiet. Morry and your sisters are in your mother's room. They're playing cards."

"Bullshit," the voice snapped. "They're playing paste your pecker on my cunt. I know them. Let me out."

"I-can't." And he couldn't, especially standing here in the nude.

"I have a message," Joan muttered angrily. "Wait, I'll get it and shove it under the door. Don't go. I have to get it off my desk."

Jerry frowned. He didn't really know why Barb had bugged out on him-probably to tease the other two. He couldn't believe that Morry would take both girls on. Something touched his foot. He looked down. A piece of blue-lined paper came from under the door. He stooped and picked it up. But he couldn't see what was on it because it was too dark. He got down on his hands and knees and used the light coming from beneath the door. It was a drawing, very crude, of a girl's face. Her mouth was open wide in the shape of a circle, like someone shouting. Below that was the outline of a phallus, a long curved hard-on and two crude balls.

Jerry pushed to his feet and swallowed. His head spun with all the booze he'd downed so quickly. For the first time, he felt drunk. He wondered if his eyes had betrayed him.

"Come and get it," Joan said from behind the door. "The key's in the lock. Just turn it and you can open my door. I've already got the shades closed."

He did it, just for the hell of it. He saw no reason why he should just stand around while Morry and Lisa and Barb had all the fun. In a way, he would avenge himself. He wouldn't do anything, but he could pretend to Barb that he had. He turned the key and pushed into the room.

The sudden glare of light half blinded him. The room was large and well furnished, but no sign of Joan. He could hear her rustling around in the walk-in closet. A double bed stood against the far wall. The window seat was littered with fluffy toy dogs and elephants. A dressing table ringed with lights was parked beside a chair. Jerry padded across the thick rug toward the chair, then wheeled, paced back and used the key in his fingers to lock the door.

He retraced his steps to the chair, sat down and stretched out.

Joan leaped out of the closet like a ballet dancer. Her lips were smeared with lipstick, rouge colored her cheeks like red snowballs, and blue liner and mascara made her brown eyes look twice as large. She flung her hands behind her head and walked toward him with swinging hips.

Jerry nearly laughed aloud; she was trying so hard to be an adult. Yet there was something sexy about her. She was Barb and Lisa in miniature, blonde hair parted in the middle, body eager. But her tits were so small she was boyish; her hips were likewise. She hadn't ripened yet.

"I heard you lock the door," she said as she approached, all wiggles and smiles. "You think I won't do it, don't you?" She whirled with great agility and fell backward into his arms.