Chapter 3

Brand popped into view and walked up to her.

"How the fuck did you know it was me doing an eyeball number on you?"

Denise laughed. Then she brought her bouncing bra-covered breasts closer. "Who else would have the balls to make like a peeping torn in an exclusive suburb of Harbor City like Beachview Shores? Nobody but a Foxhill, that's for damn sure,"

Brand restrained a smile. "I'm the only male Foxhill in these high-priced boonies, doll."

She rambled on. "Besides, Holly Amber warned me about your nocturnal habits the same day I winged in from Paris."

Holly Amber lived farther up the beach. Brand had looked in on her a couple of times, Holly said. Looked, nothing more. Holly hadn't moved Brand in Brand in the least.

"To hell with the titless wonder," Brand said harshly. "Let's get back to your knowing I was behind the shrubbery. My being there tonight isn't the first time, Denise."

"I know."

"You do?"

Denise took a deep breath that rocked her bra-covered breasts. "Unless my arithmetic is bad, which I doubt, this makes the third time you've watched me moonbathe, right?"

Brand nodded and said nothing.

Denise laughed softly. "The first night you made with the voyeur bit was really out of sight, Brand. I got so hot and bothered that afterwards I had to fall asleep with a finger in my poor little cunt." She laughed. "Shocks you, doesn't it?"

Brand made no reply.

"Well, let little Denise clue you in on something. Last night when you brought your hot eyes back for seconds, I creamed in my panties right beside the Pissing Boy fountain."

"You did?"

"I did."

"And?"

Denise's eyes dropped to the prominent bulge in Brand's pants. "And that's when I decided that if you returned to shoot some beaver again, that I would do something drastic about it."

His lips tightened slightly. "Something drastic? Like what?"

Denise smiled. "I decided I would call you out from behind the shrubbery so we could get together."

Brand's eyebrows lifted. "Get together?"

A bitchy smile came to her lips. "Oh, don't be obtuse, Brand. You know, friendly and tight." Her eyes dropped to the front of his tailored pants for the second time. "I figured it would beat getting raped."

Brand laughed. "Raping your pretty ass is exactly what I planned on doing tonight." His eyes dropped to her cunt, her navel, her breasts, then came to rest on her face again. "But I guess my doing the Ripper number won't be necessary now, will it?"

"No way, lover. I was about to shuck this damn bra when I decided to bring your ass out into the open."

"I know. I was watching and wondering why the' hell you didn't lose it."

A heavy sigh disturbed her breasts. "I couldn't lose it. The damn clasp gave me trouble. How about lending a horny hand?"

Brand lifted his slightly quaking hands and cupped her bra-covered breasts. Her nipples nuzzled against his moist palms and made her tremble with delight.

"They're beautiful."

Her voice turned teasing. "And tantalizing?"

"More than that, Denise. Yours are mind-blowing breasts."

"And speaking of blowing minds," she laughed, "if you don't take off my bra, I'm going to blow mine, so get with it, lover."

Brand kept his hands on her breasts and kneaded them through the cloth. Her hips came alive with motion. Her cunt was starting to catch on fire, and Brand continued to fan the flames by massaging her breasts.

"Damn," she panted, "I don't know how much more of your hungry hands I'll be able to stand, lover. My cunt feels like someone is using a blowtorch on it, and my nipples are tingling like crazy. I don't think I can take much more of your fingers on my titties! My bra. Take off my bra!"

Brand's strong fingers kept tweaking her nipples. Until ...

She shook her pelvic area like an exotic belly dancer and panted. "Damn you, Brand, stop trying to massage me into a juicy come and stab my cunt with your big cock. Get with it ... now!"

His hands slid around Denise's back, tugging her nearer to his prick. She felt the pressure of his erection against her stomach and the contact made her shudder. She felt a violent tremor pass through Brand's body as his mouth mashed against hers, and gut instinct warned her that he was as hot as she would ever be able to get him.

Brand returned his hands to her tumultuous breasts. He hugged her tits with his fingers, and she wondered if his mind was on his mother and what the domineering bitch would think if she could see her baby standing on the threshold of manhood.

"The bra, Brand. Stop exercising your fingers on my tits and remove my bra. Now, damn you, now!"

Brand bared his teeth as he continued to milk her nipples. "Hang loose, pretty bird."

"Hang loose?" she echoed. "You've got to be kidding. I'm so goddamned hot I feel as though someone just shoved a lighted candle up my cunt." She laughed. "I don't like lighted candles inside my cunt, which is a polite way of asking you to get with it, or so help me I'll turn the tables and rape you."

He chuckled. "You'd be raping a virgin."

"You wouldn't be my first one."

Brand groped for the bra clasp. The damned thing wouldn't unsnap. He fumbled with it. Then he did it the easy way. He gave the stubborn bra a fierce yank; it worked. The gauzy material ripped free and Denise's breasts quivered into nakedness, coral nipples jutting. A moment later she moaned as Brand's lips found the nearest one ...

They melted toward the lawn. Denise's firm breasts rose and fell in a fast rhythm. Her slender hips moved faster. She became oblivious to his pressing weight until he rolled free to kneel beside her, and then she glared at him over the trembling peaks of her breasts.

"Make like a brute, lover. Now, damn you all to hell, now! Drag that big cock of yours out of your pants and fuck the juice out of my cunt! Do it, Brand! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

Brand licked his lips. His face dropped to her breasts again. His hungry lips did battle with her nipples. First one and then the other. Then he lifted his head again and looked down at her. Denise knew that the time was ripe.

Her cunt was on fire.

She needed a cock.

She scissored her legs to invite his cock into her tormented cunt.

"Fuck me, Brand, fuck me!"

She paused.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She flicked a finger against his erection. "Bury this big bone deep in my cunt!"

Brand winced. She jerked her hand away from his cock and said, "What, lover?"

"My cock."

"Come on, I couldn't have hurt it as badly as you look."

Brand shook his head, croaked, "Not your fault, Denise."

"What isn't my fault?"

Embarrassment mixed with frustration crawled across his face. "What's happening to me. I've gone through this shit before with other girls. All desire is going down the tubes. The simple touch of your hand on my cock shifted my attention to my mother, and thinking about her castrates me every time."

"Tell the old bitch to go away, Brand."

"I am telling her."

Denise reached out and touched his cock. It was soft.

Brand said miserably, "It's no use, Denise. Mother won't go away ... "

Denise felt him slipping away from her. This she didn't want. Not while her cunt was still on fire. "Ginger Green and a few other chicks warned me you had the annoying habit of quitting short of the finish line." She paused, shook her head. "I don't read you, Brand. You make like a midnight cowboy, but only up to a certain point. What's with you anyhow? What makes you freeze?"

Brand swallowed hard. "I—"

Denise cut him short. "You're a fucking enigma, and I dislike enigmas." She shook her head again. "What's the real reason behind your problem, Brand? Gripes, don't tell me you're queer."

"Nobody kicks this man in the nuts with insinuations and gets away with it," Brand snarled as he pinned her shoulder blades to the grass and pried her legs apart. "Freak, am I? Damn your hot cunt I'll show you who's a queer!"

Amusement edged her voice. "You won't be able to show me anything without a stiff cock, stud."

His slumbering cock awakened and hardened against his thigh. He ran down his fly zipper and hauled out nine inches of meat that brought a gasp from Denise.

"Jeepers," Denise said sharply. "Talk about someone being hung like a prize stallion!" She reached out and wrapped a handful of fingers around his rock-hard cock. "Damn, is this kid ever going to go bananas when you ram this big rascal into her cunt!"

Brand jerked his cock free of her hand and smiled grimly. He shook his head at her. "I'm not feeding my cock to your cunt, baby. Not yet. Not until after I prove to you that I'm not some sort of freak. I ought to beat the shit out of you, but dumping girls isn't my bag, so I'll have to take care of you in another way. There's one game I know how to play like a pro, thanks to my mother."

"Then go home and play it with her, you bastard."

"Not a chance."

He dropped near the Pissing Boy fountain and attempted to drape her sunnyside up across his thighs. His rock-hard cock made contact with the side of her face as she fought to escape the hold he had on her.

"Turn me loose, you prick!"

"No way."

"I'll scream for Daddy."

"Your father isn't home tonight, Denise. I made damn sure of that before I came here tonight, so scream and be damned."

Brand's thighs scorched her naked breasts and a few seconds later she found herself pinned into place. He dropped to a sitting position on the garden floor and proceeded to feel her ass.

Denise suddenly understood what Brand planned to do to her. She paled. She squirmed like a worm. "You'd better think twice before you lay those hands on my ass, you dirty sonofabitch!"

"The time for thinking is past," Brand growled. "You were a bad girl, and now you must be punished."

Denise's anger flared. "Turn me loose, prick!"

"No way. Not until after I punish you."

Denise swallowed hard.

"Don't hurt me, big stud. Make me eat you off or jerk you off, but please don't hurt me. I couldn't stand that!"

Denise believed there was no mercy left in him. She had challenged his masculinity by calling him a fag, and now he was determined to show her in his own screwy way that he was a man.

"Spanking my ass won't make me think of you as a man," she hissed at him. "Until you fuck me I'll always think of you as a damn fairy."

"Shut up."

"Fairy, fairy."

Brand raised his right arm over her tense ass, but before he could apply the first blow, she fisted his stiff cock. She pumped his prick vigorously a few times. "If you want to make me scream while you get your rocks off, do it with this big fuck stick of yours, Brand."

She heard him grunt as her fingernails bit into the flesh of his prick. His open hand dropped to crack and sting the pale cheeks of her beautiful ass.

"Damn you all to hell," Denise yelped as she released her grip on his cock, "that smarts!"

"I'm glad," Brand growled. "I want you to feel pain." His hand whacked her across the ass again, again, and yet again. "Queer, am I? I'll show you who's a fag, you little bitch!"

Denise howled and tried to wriggle free. His palm and fingers stung her asscheeks again. She screeched. Then she stopped writhing and went suddenly limp across his thighs. "All right, you bastard, get it out of your system. Do your kinky number. Burn my ass, burn my ass, bum my ass!"

Brand's hand stopped stinging her ass. His mood gentled as he helped her to a sitting position on his lap. "Sorry, Denise. I didn't mean to go ape and put the hurt on you."

Her eyes glowed as she ground her tingling ass over his naked cock. "I asked for it. Now I'm asking you to soothe me with your juicy cock." She wriggled off his lap and stretched out on the lawn, on her back. She yawned her legs wide and smiled at him over the peaks of her heaving breasts. Then she held out her arms. "Come to mama, big stud. Ram that big far cock of yours in my cunt and fuck me into a nice hot come."

Brand stared at the triangular patch of hair between her legs. His hand reached out to feel her cunt hairs, and then explored lower. Her pink clitoris was eraser-hard, the tight lips of her twat moist with her juices. She was ready.

Brand's exploring fingers annoyed Denise. "Damn you all to hell, Brand. Put the prick to my cunt!"

"All right, bitch," Brand growled as he fisted his stiff cock and crawled between Denise's gaping legs. "I'll pour the prick to you, but not in your hot little cunt."

Brand draped her legs over his shoulders, then aimed and touched the knob of his cock against her pouting sphincter. She tensed. "Not in the asshole, you sonofabitch! Not in the asshole!"

Something went cold in Brand. He forced the egg-sized knob of his cock beyond Denise's tight anal ring and bared his teeth. Her eyes bugged. A moment later she grunted, then hissed, "Animal. Rotten stinking fucking animal!"

Brand gripped her hips and crammed more of his cock up her ass. "Growl, bitch, growl!"

Agony traced its pattern across Denise's face. She lay like a corpse while Brand backed his angry cock out of her asshole, nearly all the way out, and then rammed into her again. This time there was a reaction. Denise grunted like a pig, then howled at the top of her lungs. "Rotten stinking fucking animal, that hurts! Take your cock out of my ass, you goddamned freak! Do you hear me, take your cock out of my ass!"

Brand silenced her with a mean look and went for broke. He rammed his cock up her ass, all the way.

"There," he said harshly, "now you've really got something to growl about, you bitch!"

Brand's huge cock filled her asshole. Pain jolted her system. Breasts heaved, stomach muscles tensed, and then she went limp with a suddenness that startled him.

"What the hell-"

Denise came to life again. She coiled her legs around his neck, shifted her hips into overdrive.

"The pain is gone, lover. Now I'm ready to do the doggie number and growl for your big bone. I'm growling now. Listen to me growl. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me with your big bone! Do it, lover, do it!"

She wasn't faking it. Not one damned bit.

Brand proceeded to fuck her eager ass.

"Ah," she whispered breathlessly as she met him thrust for thrust, "I never knew an ass-fucking could turn me on like this! Far out! I like your cock in there! I love your cock in there! So huge! So wonderful! God, I love the feel of your cock sawing in and out of my asshole! Go, lover!"

Brand gasped as he poured his cock to her asshole. "It won't be long now. A few more pumps and I'll be exploding my first load of come inside a girl's body." He laughed. "If only mother could see me now!"

Denise tightened her legs around his neck. "Don't stop stirring the batter now, big stud. It's almost time for the happening. Don't leave me hanging by the thumbs. Fuck me!"

Brand started fucking her again.

Pumping.

Back and forth, back and forth.

"Game time!" Denise yelped loudly as she tightened her legs around his sweaty neck and held his cock deep within her bowels. "I'm coming, I'm coming!"

A moment later she climaxed. So did he.

Come ripped out of his cock in hot spurts and jolted him with a feeling he had never experienced before. A few seconds later he stopped whimpering. Then he dropped his sweaty face to Denise's breasts and caught a nipple between his lips. He sucked at the nipple until the final spasm passed from his cock, and his breathing slowed down to normal. Then he relaxed.

"Talk about a wild trip!" Denise hissed as she unwrapped her legs. "Cripes, once I got with it I thought sure I'd never stop coming." Admiration drenched her voice. "It was out of this world!"

Brand stopped sucking and gnawing on her nipple. He came to a kneeling position, his slowly softening cock still in her back hole. "Do you still think I'm a fruit?"

Denise shook her head. "No way, big stud. No sissy could have done that to this kid."

Brand grinned and withdrew his limber prod from her asshole, then lowered his glance to watch his seminal fluid trickle out of her onto the lawn. "I didn't know I could come so much."

Denise reached out and grasped his wilted whang. She hugged it with her fingers. "You really did squirt a lot, big stud. More than any man I ever made it with before tonight." She giggled suddenly. "I hate to think what might have happened had I taken that big load in my cunt. Cripes, imagine me giving birth to triplets."

Brand laughed. "Keep playing with my dick the way you're doing and you just might wind up with a load in your tight little pussy."

"That wouldn't make me a damn bit mad," Denise purred as she tightened her grip on his again hard prick. "I'll take your cock juice any time I can get it—any way I can get it."

"Damn," Brand laughed as she made his big cock harden, "I didn't think I'd be able to stiffen up so quickly."

"I did, lover. Leave it to Denise. She knows what to do to keep a man turned on full blast. Now maybe you'll understand why your X-rated mother sent me to Paris for a year." Her eyes studied him. "To keep me away from you."

He smiled. "I'm not surprised, Denise. Mother is always chasing some girl away from me, but she never bothers to tell me why. She treats me like a damn kid, and this I've never been able to understand. Fuck trying to understand. Fuck Mother, too. I've got my own thing to do. Starting tonight."

"Atta boy, tiger," Denise said as she brought her hand to a standstill on his stiff and throbbing prick. "And here we are, right back where we began. Your pump is primed and ready for action again." She licked her lips. "Name the game, lover."

"Let's play elevator."

She looked at him curiously. "Elevator? How the hell do you play that game?"

"It's easy. I'll pretend I'm an elevator and you go down on me."

"You want me to suck your cock?"

"That's what I want."

Denise shook her head. "You might not buy this as gospel but I knew you were going to put the bum on me for a blow job, Brand. It's a pattern all you men seem to follow. You fight like mad to take off a girl's panties and then you shove your cock up her ass. Afterwards you get the poor girl to prime your pump again, and then you ask her to suck you off." She made a sour face. "I wonder whatever happened to plain old-fashioned fucking?"

Brand grinned. "I'd rather get a blow job and save the missionary number for another time,"

She watched him closely. "Have you ever had a blow job, Brand?"

"No, but I once saw Mother do that to my late father." His voice suddenly trailed off.

Denise caught his tumescent cock in her hand. "Don't go off on another brooding trip, lover. I didn't say I wouldn't play a tune on your skin flute, only it isn't going to be easy to do it in your present position."

"Do you want me to stand up?"

She smiled. "I have a better idea. Why don't you make like a rug and let me take care of the rest?"

Brand eased her hands away from his cock and stretched out on his back, his dick pointing skyward.

"Ready, elevator?" she asked teasingly.

"All aboard, passenger."

Denise scooted into position beside him and crooked a finger around the base of his palpitating prick. The fingers of her other hand toyed with his sweaty balls and made him shudder with pleasure. She watched his eyes grow large. Then she heard him gasp as she swallowed the velvety knob of his cock.

A series of muscular spasms racked his body as she raked the underside of his cockhead with the pointed tip of her hot tongue, and then she heard him croak.

"Damn, damn, that really rips me up!"

Denise made a mumbling sound around the fat cockhead to let him know that she had heard him. Then she palmed his big balls and attempted to do a deep-throat number of him.

She tried. And succeeded.

She heard Brand grind his teeth together to keep from having a premature ejaculation. She took the entire length of his cock inside her mouth and down into her throat.

"Damn, not even my mother knew how to take my father the way you just took me."

Denise got with it. Tongue and teeth and lips went into action, her head proceeded to bob over the tasty cock that filled her mouth, and in a few tortured seconds it was all over but the gushing.

Passion sauce poured out of Brand's cock and hit against the back of her throat, filling her mouth to the point of overflowing and dribbling down her chin. She made a small gagging sound.

"Don't spit it out, babe, don't spit it out!"

Spit it out? Brand had to be kidding.

She stopped gagging and started swallowing.

She made loud gulping sounds in the thick and sudden silence. Hungry sounds. Happy sounds.

Gulp, gulp, gulp.

Brand finished creaming his cock and relaxed. Denise permitted his already sagging flesh to slither out of her mouth. "I think you drowned my tonsils with that big load, lover."

"You're a sloppy eater."

"Oh?"

"You missed a drop."

"Where?"

"The left corner of your mouth."

Denise's blushing pink tongue raced around her lips to devour the stray droplet of come. She made a loud smacking sound with her lips.

Obscene. She was being deliberately obscene. She was also insatiable.

She smacked her lips again as she touched Brand's sagging shaft. "I wouldn't get pissed off if you fed me another snack from this big sex machine of yours, lover. The pure protein will raise hell with my diet, but who gives a shit? How about it, stud? Do you want me to do another suck number on your juicy cock?"

Brand sat up and shook his head. "I think you'd better raincheck me, Denise." He looked at his wrist watch. "I didn't realize it was so damn late. I'd better haul ass before Mother comes unglued and sends Lil Wheat out to do a bloodhound number on me."

Denise reluctantly released her hold on his soggy cock and scrambled to her feet. She located her bra. She stuffed her heavy breasts into the cloth. Her voice turned teasing. "Ah, yes, I heard about the bloodhound bit your mother's major domo pulled on you the night you celebrated your eighteenth birthday by getting stoned in a waterfront bar."

His smile turned acid. "Lil only found me. No sermons from her. But Mother was something else."

"Did she dig out the old cypress paddle and lay the lumber to your ass?"

His face turned red, he shook his head. "Lil Wheat and Mrs. Grabowski talked her into letting me slide by without that because it was my birthday, so she grounded me for a week instead."

"That's still pretty harsh treatment."

"Mother's a pretty harsh person."

"You're telling me? I ended up doing a year in Paris right after she caught me walking along the beach with you." She tugged the panties into place over her slender hips, adjusted the crotch. "I wonder what you mother would have done if she'd caught you coming on heavy with one of the waterfront whores that night?"

Brand forced a laugh. "Drinking never did cause me to come down with a bad case of the stupids, Denise. I know how my mother operates. I was alone when her shadow overtook me."

"All night?"

"Almost all evening. Like I said, I know how my mother operates. She always gives me two or three hours before she puts Lil Wheat on my tail, so I spent the time with Ginger Green."

"Ginger Green?" A bitchy note crept into her voice. "Going with that flame-haired cunt wasn't the smartest thing you could have done, Brand. Your own mother's key office doll. Or is Ginger now on unemployment?"

Brand chuckled. "Ginger is still on the Foxhill payroll, but only because Mother doesn't know I tried to make her."

"Tried? You mean you didn't get some of her pussy?"

"Nope." Brand holstered his limp cock and zipped his fly.

He picked up her gown and handed it to her. "I know my mother. Anything that turns me on turns her off, like real fast. If she so much as suspects anything about you and me, you won't get another free trip to Paris this time. What Mother will do is grind you under her heel."

"Grind? I thought your mother liked me?"

Brand grunted. "She does. It's just that she doesn't want you or any other girl to like me. She thinks I'm too young to leave the nest and spread my wings."

Denise looked at him curiously. "Too young? You'll soon be nineteen, lover. And she thinks that's too young? Isn't that a kick in the ass!" She shook her head. "You know, Brand, maybe your mother has a mental block and still pictures you as kindergarten bait. Wave that big cock of yours under her foggy eyes and she'll damn soon see you in a different light, believe me."

Brand became suddenly angry and growled at her, "Let's don't start any of that off the wall shit about Mother and me, Denise. She might be a bit weird and over protective where I'm concerned, but there's nothing incestuous about it, so you can put a lid on-"

"Simmer down, Brand," Denise interrupted sharply. "There's no reason for you to come unglued."

He took a deep breath, regaining his self-control. Glances locked. A look of understanding flashed between them. Quick smiles were exchanged. They were friends again.

Brand reached out to touch her bra-covered breasts. "How soon can I see you again, little wanton?"

Denise squeezed his flaccid cock. "How about tomorrow night?"

Brand continued to fondle her bra-covered breasts, frowned. "Suppose it rains?"

"Then we'll fuck and suck in the rain."

His hands dropped away from her breasts. "That sounds like a winner."

She gave his now hardening cock another squeeze, licked her lips. "Well, until tomorrow, hang loose, big stud."

"Yeah," Brand said as he backed his rock-hard cock away from her hungry hand, "you too, Denise."

Brand kissed her fleetingly on the mouth, and as he moved off into the moon and star-kissed night she called after him, "And try to sleep with both hands on top of the covers tonight, okay?"

Brand laughed and vanished from sight.

Denise took a deep breath that shook her breasts and a strange smile curved her ripe red lips as she moved toward the villa. Her thoughts remained on Brand Foxhill. She had taken his big cock in her asshole and in her mouth, but she didn't consider him a man. No way.

Maybe she could break the strange hold his mother had on the poor bastard.

Maybe nothing. She knew damn well she could rip Brand loose from his mother's cruel breast.

"I'll do it just to satisfy myself ... and get even with the high and mighty Arabella Foxhill for shipping my ass off to Paris for a year," she said with quiet vehemence. "Like maybe tomorrow night."