Chapter 11

"I don't know why I love that jism so much," Eva said pleasantly to her dad as she kissed him good-bye. "My throat ached last night, but it was worth it. Gee, you're big! Aren't you? Bigger than most guys?"

He started to say: "Bigger than Joe," because he was pretty sure about the two of them, but he saw no reason to hurt his baby girl's feelings. "I guess I'm hung pretty good," he said. "Baby, thanks for last night."

She unconsciously put her hand to her pussy. She grinned. "I ought to thank you," she said. "All you've taught me about a girl's feel-good spots. And a guy's. Daddy, it sure was nice."

They heard Jodie slam the door to his room, and Kelly left, his cock nice and warm. Some kid! Well, she'd marry some day, but until then, how wonderful to have her around!

On the bus, Eva said: "But Jodie, you said that that lady had white hair! And she said she was coming over here? To get some of that?" And she nodded toward his crotch. "Wow!" she laughed. "Some old lady!"

"Hey, she was okay, I tell you, Evie. She took my hand and put it on her tit-she didn't have on one of those things, you know, that some ladies wear. And her titties were like Cindy's. Firm. You know?"

"Didn't have on a brassiere," Eva said. "Pretty good. You said she knew who you were? How would she know that?"

Joe shrugged. "She didn't say. Just knew me, that's all."

Eva laughed. "Somebody's kidding somebody," she said. "And if she did come over, what would you do?" She looked keenly at him.

In spite of his size, he looked like a little boy, trying to prove his bravery. "I'd fuck her," she said. "Sis, I'd fuck her!"

Life is dull only to dull people. And to the unjaded appetites of kids, it's a kaleidoscope of color and emotion.

Jodie James was scared to death. The lady was nice. "Call me Harriet," she had said. "I like swimmers. I saw you at the pool. You're only twelve, but you've got a time three-fifths of a second off the Olympic record in the hundred meter freestyle, right?" She drove the big white car with one hand, putting the other right into the boy's crotch. He looked out the car window, his heart leaping, and saw an astonished Eva, shaking her head. It tickled him so much that he laughed.

Harriet rubbed harder into his crotch. "Take it out," she said abruptly. "Let me feel it. I can't believe you're only twelve. That's a marvelous lot of meat for a boy your age." She withdrew her hand while Joe, feeling like the boldest, biggest man in town, opened his fly and exposed the hair and the upper part of his cock. "It's not much right now," he explained. "Yesterday, it was nearly hard."

Harriet's hand was warm and soft, just like Eva's. In spite of her white hair. He remembered her boobs. Terrific! He grew bolder. When she had worked her hand all the way around his cock-it was growing, all the time-and had brought it out, he held her hand on it and jerked back and forth.

The woman with the sweet, soft mouth, the kind blue eyes, and the white hair laughed. "You want Harriet to jerk you off?" she asked. "Wouldn't you rather have me give you a blow job? Oooh, baby, do I?"

There was a tall, thick hedge along the block they were in, and Harriet, her sweet, faintly wrinkled face intent, guided the big car to the curb and cut the engine. "Golly, I want to look at it," she said in a hushed voice. "Were you fooling around with that girl I saw you with yesterday?" It was all she could do to keep from laughing. She had always gotten just about everything she wanted out of life, including laughs. When she had seen the Valentine kid pulling her legs apart and holding them high, and watched the boy, obviously at the girl's request, feel her pussy, she knew what she was going to do. And she had done it.

Watched this marvelous kid piss, then simply walked out from behind the orange tree and took hold of his prick.

"Hey," Jodie said, moving slightly as the experienced woman felt his cock, "how come you know about my times?"

"My son's a swimming coach," she said. "I'm interested in my son, and he asked me to check you out. Boy, oh, boy," she said in a low voice, holding the red head of Joe's cock in her hand.

"How old were you when you got into fucking?" she asked. Her sweet face was alive with warmth and good cheer.

Joe flushed. "I was able to, uh, shoot my load a year ago," he said. "I was eleven and a few months."

She leaned over and kissed him on the head of his cock. "Do you know a safe place we can go?" she asked. "I'm hot enough to die."

His heart was beating very hard as he directed her to his home. When she shook her head, he said: "It's okay. My sister won't bug us. She's my best friend. And I told her I was going to, uh, stick it in you if I got a chance."

"What about your dad?" Harriet, asked. Her mouth was full of spit, and her knees felt weak. This was unbelievable.

They were almost home. Jodie thought. "Do you mind going into this alley?" he asked. "There's a perfectly safe place. Dad never comes out in the back yard. And back here, nobody's apt to see your car. Here," he said. "By this hedge. Pull in by the stone fence."

He managed to get his hand under Harriet's dress as she moved to get out of the car. He wasn't going to have her fooling around with his dick like that, and not let her know he was a man. Even if he was just twelve. When he discovered she didn't have on any panties, it was as exciting as it had been yesterday, when he had slipped it to an unsuspecting Cindy.

The woman clutched his forearm and closed her eyes. "Good kid!" she whispered. "You know where it's at, all right. God! Let's get it on, baby! Where's that place?"

The yard man who came every two weeks was especially proud of the tall hedge of eugenias that hid the service yard. There was a thick, soft turf there, and Jodie ran into the house and brought out a quilt. Harriet began to laugh.

"You marvelous man!" she said feelingly. "Just like old times. I haven't had my bottom freckled in thirty-five years. Here, Jodie, get your pants off! Oh, hurry, man! I've got to have your cock!"

They fell on the quilt, and the thick turf was like a good bed. Harriet put her legs up in the air and her soft, colorful print dress fell on her belly. The hair on her cunt was a dark red, and Jodie, crazy to get all of this experience he could, hardly able to believe such an adventure was happening, rubbed his hand on it, and down into the warm, moist cleft.

"That's it, Jodie," the white haired lady groaned. She had hold of his cock, and she said, "Get it in! Now! Please! Oh, please, Jodie!"

He was completely fascinated. He knew now that she was older than his dad, older than Mrs. Hale, the principal at his school. But she had a cunt, and she was hot to trot, and she wanted him. But he was proud. He was no dumb kid.

He put his hand under the right side of her beautiful ass. It felt smooth and soft, smooth as Evie's, but softer. "Raise it up," he ordered. "Get it up so I can see it."

In her frenzy to get a cock into her, the woman groaningly lifted her body. "Stick it in me," she whispered, her eyes closed. "Oh, please, Jodie! Fuck me!"

He aimed the red head of his cock at the hole which showed itself as a cluster of bubbly-pink folds. Just like Eva's or Cindy's. It went in easily, and she seemed large. But suddenly she started moving her body, and then, miraculously, something inside her sort of snapped at his prick, holding it, then letting it go. It was wonderful, and he fucked into her hard, timing his thrust to her inner clasping, and to her moans.

She suddenly grabbed his face and pulled it down to hers, and he thrust his tongue into her mouth. It was slick and sweet, her breath like a baby's, and she began a wild, pumping fuck that made him hang on to her as she moaned around his tongue. When she fell exhausted on the quilt, she looked at him with a hazy, loving smile. "Thanks," she said. "I needed that!"

He laughed at the joke, and fucked gently into her, making her squirm and protest. "Hey, baby, I'm tender as hell," Harriet said. "Furthermore, I'm old enough to be your grandma. Take it easy, I don't want to get fucked to death. Only almost to death!"

His cock felt so good to her that she squeezed it with the experienced muscle in her well trained pussy, and grinned as he looked at her inquiringly. "Hey, that's pretty nice," he said admiringly. "Do all girls-all ladies, I mean," and he blushed at his ignorance-Can they all do that?" At the word "that", he plunged his young cock into her as hard as he could, and laughed when she jumped.

The gray-haired lady clung to him, moaning and laughing.

"What a character you are," she said. "Listen, don't be so rough and you'll learn to have more fun. Oh, your peter feels so good in me! Make it throb for me. OOOH! Yesss, yesss! That's it, baby, that's what I meant. Now, lie still."

Once again she worked those magical muscles inside her twat, and Jodie, this time, remained completely still and let the older lady's marvelous cunt suck him gently.

"Wow!" he whispered, "that's nice!"

Harriet said: "When you come up to Metro to talk to my son, we can lie in bed all day and try nice little things. Being out here in front of God and everybody is sort of nice, but it's a nervous feeling. Don't you think so?"

He could not admit that everything about fucking made him nervous. He could not change the fact that, for all his quick experience, he was still only a boy, a twelve-year-old child. So he answered, fucking into her in a long stroke: "Naw! This is okay out here."

Eva thought it was okay, too. In her room upstairs, on her bed which was by the window, she could see them perfectly. She was amazed at the beauty of the older woman's body, its firmness. I wish I could see her boobs, the girl thought. They can't be like Jodie said.

But she could see the firmness of the woman's thighs and rump and belly, the darkness of her cunt hair, the practiced rhythm with which she had been fucking. She could even hear what they said, it was so still on this late summer day. I wonder what she did to make old Joe say 'pretty nice'?

The slickly wet strap of her nylon panties interfered with the free access of her fingers. She had been warm in the crotch all day, and had decided that it might be a good idea to let Jodie have her pussy in the mornings after dad had left and before they had to run for the bus. Joe's rendezvous with the mysterious, hot, white-haired lady had been funny, but it had also warmed her pussy. After she saw them and realized Joe hadn't been fantasizing, she had hurried home, not even thinking that Jodie might choose the service yard as a place to fuck his new friend. So, seeing it, her pussy had begun to move, to chew on its own nerves, to itch and burn and beg for some relief. It was only natural that she should push one hand under her warm little belly and feel for the buried clitoris, slopping about in all that warmth of girl-goo. But that damned strap!

She rolled over quickly and shucked her panties off, looking down at the fuzzy pad of dark hair that meshed over the top of her slit. "You sweet thing!" she said aloud, and stood up, spreading her legs and bending her knees, opening herself to her skilled fingers. It felt so good that she bruised her titties with her other arm, loving their sex pain, and then, in one motion, wriggled out of her dress.

"That's better," she said, and turned back to watch Jodie and the older woman with the nice body.

"This sun's hurting my eyes, Jodie," Harriet said. "I like all of this, but I'm more the indoor type. Listen, how'd you like to try it dog-fashion? It's really nice that way. You can see my pussy, watch your dickie go into me, and I can make my muscles work-make 'em wink at you. How about it?"

He caught himself just as he was about to say: "My sister and I did it that way last night." Instead, he tried to get his hand in the front of her dress, and said: "You can let your boobs hang out, too, and I can squeeze them."

Eva's fingers were working slowly in the folds of her cunt. She was sloppy with her vaginal fluids, and she had already cum, a series of gentle waves of lust. She was so bemused that she did not hear her door open, and, when the bed groaned and moved, she simply reached back, knowing it would be her father.

Kelly James thought that the sight of his little girl, naked to his eyes, on her belly, with her sweet little pussy pouting between the cheeks of her lovely young ass, was the most beautiful he had ever seen.

He had come in quietly, opening his fly to let his hard cock out, and had shed his slacks and shorts in the hall. Now, seeing that bullseye of tender flesh, thick lips covered with fine hair, open to show the pinkness and joy-juice, he simply crawled between Eva's outstretched legs and shoved his prick as far as it would go into her.

She was on the verge of a cum, watching that lovely white-haired lady turn her rump to Jodie, letting those marvelous boobs hang out. She reached behind her to feel her daddy's hard prong going into her. Going into her, into her, straining, feeling great, and then, bang!

Her whole body began to convulse as the giant orgasm poured through her, burning, exploding. "AAARRRGGGHHH!" she screamed, biting the coverlet to keep from alerting the joyous pair who were fucking. She felt the hard roll of meat jar her insides, stretching her almost to the torture point, and she fucked back and up at her dad just as the wonderful old girl in the service yard fucked up and back at Jodie.

"Oh, daddy!" she sobbed, just above a whisper, "that was so wonderful! I was so hot! Can you reach down here some way and kiss me?"

In his male triumph, Kelly James lifted his head and bent so he could reach his daughter's lips. As he did so, a flutter of movement beyond the dark green hedge, on the bright green grass, caught his eye. He looked, using up a moment to take it all in, while Eva's happy, strong young cunt muscles caressed his dick.

The firm, silky-smooth buttocks that Harriet turned to Jodie were deliciously parted. Between them, her big cunt lips, framed by dark hair, bulged out to show the pink interior, slimed with the clear, sweet cunt juice. Her magnificent breasts hung almost to the quilt as she rested on her elbows, waggling her beautiful ass at the young boy just as Eva had, only yesterday.

Her gay voice came to them clearly on the still, hot air: "Give it to me, baby! Let me have that super-cock!" And, as the strong lad pushed it in, her voice, now husky, calling: "That's it, baby! Oh, sweet Jesus! FUCK ME! I'M SHOOTING IT! FUCK! FUCK!"

Something gave way in Kelly James' inflamed mind. He had struggled with his conscience, with his ingrained conventionality, for the past three days. He had not been able to resist the warm little body, the slick, tight little pussy that had been offered to him, however innocently, by his daughter. He had not been able to take care of the strange surge of sexuality that had made him so bold with both Mae Scully and Myrna Wheeler. His conflicts had run deep, giving him the pride of maleness and the pangs of fear and conscience to tug and tear at his soul. Now, however illogically, he had an object for his punishing frustrations, a surrogate for his own guilt.

"Oh, daddy!" wailed Eva, her hot little cunt suddenly aching as he pulled out his big, warm peter. "Oh, daddy, don't!" as he rushed from the room. She felt abandoned, frightened. She had felt all the wonderful, vital sucking inside her that a big cum produces. Now, so abruptly and painfully left cockless, she shivered in the ache of abandonment. But she owed something to her brother.

"Jodie!" she cried in a shrill voice. "Look out! Daddy's coming!"

As Kelly James, half naked, burst through the gap in the hedge, his son, startled by Eva's warning, leaped nimbly through another opening a few feet away. That was okay with Kelly, he had not considered his son an object of attack.

The startled Harriet, completely unaware of all that was happening, only crouched, unable to move, as the strong-cocked young boy left her and disappeared.

"You wanted a fuck, old lady, you'll get a fuck!" the big man shouted. He still had his big erection, since no more than a few seconds had passed since he had withdrawn it, dripping with her cuntal secretions, from his little daughter's warm body.

Harriet jumped as the heavy cock penetrated her. She had been in a state of fuck-madness ever since the day before, when she had been drawn to Jodie's cock as he pissed in the orange grove. Picking him up, playing with his young organ, inhaling its crudely masculine aromas, all had added to her heat. Plus, of course, a couple of good, hard orgasms here in the service yard. She did not care whose cock it was that slammed into her. It hurt for a moment, hitting her womb a blow as hard as a fist to the gut. But it was one of those delightful pangs which only women can appreciate. Big hands grasped her hanging breasts, swollen with heat, and mauled them so that their pangs of brutal heat raced to her inflamed cunt.

She was pumping out another cum before Kelly James had banged his big prick into her three times. "Oh, God!" she screamed, pumping her ass back as furiously as his weight would permit. "OHHHHH! FUCK ME HARD, BABY! FUCK ME HARD!" The surging blast of release, brought to a peak by the stretching and battering of her tender, responsive cunt, weakened her with joy so that she fell forward, unable to keep her body braced against this strange assault.

As she fell, Kelly James, his mind inflamed with anger and lust, felt the cunt slip from around his dick. In a blind rage of anger and fuck-need, he grasped one of the lovely ankles of the person whose face he had not seen, and turned the white-haired woman on her back.

Her legs came up in a natural gesture, either of protection or exultant submission-who could know which? Even to the big man's inflamed vision, the cunt so sweetly spread open had to be a delight. Thick, dark hair, growing completely down unusually large, fat cuntlips, etched their way down to and all around her winking anus. The open lips were a deep pink, laced with the scarlet of surface veins. There was an excess of muscle around the fuck hole, which seemed to push up to meet the slamming rod of hard meat which Kelly slammed into the woman. In his anger, bending his head alongside that of the sweet faced woman with the trembling, soft mouth, he did not see the smile of happiness on her face.

He had nursed his hard-on all the way home. He had opened his fly to let it stand out in the still air of his home, moved swiftly into his daughter's bedroom, and then had forced it into her wetly opened, deeply craving little pussy. Not knowing, of course, that Eva was fingering herself to an orgasm, driven to the heights of hot craving, through watching Jodie fuck this older woman. Therefore, he was sensitive in every nerve, every blood vessel, in his cock.

He had meant to fuck this woman, to hurt her, to punish her for so brazenly taking the cock of his young son into her overly experienced old cunt. Dimly, that cruel idea flourished in his mind. But something happened.

The hottest, slickest, most loving cunt muscles he had ever known began to move and clasp and slip over and around his cock. It was like ten angels' mouths. And a quietly tense voice at his ear began to croon: "Oh thank you, whoever you are! Oh! Oh, please! You're so nice!" And the body beneath him, in spite of his crushing weight, moved sharply up, fucking him! In bitterness and anger, then in uncontrollable passion, he felt his nuts begin to explode, felt his sperm begin to rush up his cock, to jet and spurt and shoot into the body of this woman. He could not help it. It was so beautiful.

But the anger would not rest, and he raised up, blind with his rage and the hurting beauty of his huge cum, and twice he slapped the helpless, sweet face, first on one smooth cheek, then, coming back, on the other. It gave him an added fillip to his pleasure, seeing the shock and the dazed look in the clear eyes.

He pulled out of her, his cock dripping its last drops on the smooth white flesh of her belly and thighs. She was looking at him with trembling lips, and her cunt, its hair plastered down with his juices and hers, hung slackly open from the blast of her orgasm.

He hauled her to her feet, the light dress falling to hide her well-used cunt, the front coming together over her marvelous titties.

In his diminishing anger, Kelly whirled the unresisting figure around and gave it a push toward the gate on the alley. His cock still throbbed from the play of those magnificent inner vaginal squeezings. Numbly, he watched the white curls, showing over his back wall, bob toward the white Mercedes. He turned and went in his house.

In Eva's room, the brother and sister lay together, and Jodie's young cock, just draining itself of his load, pumped warmly in-his sister's happy little pussy. "If he's so mean, I'd rather have you, Jodie, darling," Eva whispered. Her mouth felt so good, so wet and slack, after Jodie's probing tongue had come out of it. "You made me cum so good! Mmmmm! I was so hot, watching you and that lady! Was she good?"

The boy stirred as heavy feet sounded in the hall. "Remember what you said this morning, Jodie," she said warmly. "What can he say if he finds us like this? He fucks me, too, you know." And then, giggling, "Wow! He sure fucked poor Harriet!"

They heard the phone ring, and Eva picked it up, motioning Joe to be quiet. She listened with rapt interest, then beckoned her brother to come near, so he could hear.

"Oh, Kelly," the hard, positive voice boomed, "have you seen my sister yet? She was on her way to your place to pick up your kid, the boy, Joseph. She should be there by now."

Their father was slow to answer. "Your sister, Dave?" he asked, and Eva whispered: "It's Mister Valentine, at the bank."

"Sure, Kelly. Harriet Valentine. Don't think you met her. Be careful of her," the banker joked, "she's a wild one. Her son's the swimming coach at Metro University. She wanted to talk to him-and to you, of course-about a scholarship there."

In his bedroom, already feeling a confused dejection at having so brutally raped a woman who had seemed a warm, friendly person, Kelly James tried to pull himself together. "Has a son," he mumbled. "Yeah, yeah. Coach. Swimming coach." And then, in a desperate wave of apprehension, he asked: "What's she look like, Dave?"

The kids could hear the banker chuckle. "With no clothes on and a sack over her white hair, she'd look like my daughter, Kelly. She tells me that my kid's a friend of your kids. Harriet's just like her. Great build, white hair, blue eyes. Kelly, are you there?"

They heard their father groan, and Eva, handing the phone to her brother, ran into her father's room. His face was gray, and he was holding the phone in his hand, looking at it as if it were his nemesis. Which it was.

Eva grabbed the phone out of his hand. "Hello," she said calmly. "Is that you, Mister Valentine? This is Eva, Cindy's friend. My dad came home with some of that twenty-four-hour flu. It's made him real sick." She looked at her dad's blank face. Real sick was right.

She said, "All right, Sir. I'll tell him. If Miz Valentine comes by, shall I have her call you? All right, then. G'bye."

She handed her dad his pants. "Get up, Daddy," she said kindly. "And don't worry. Maybe Miz Valentine won't say anything."

Her father struggled to his feet, licking dry lips. If that God damned banker weren't so fucking straitlaced, he thought. But he knew he was a goner.

Eva went back to her bedroom, where Jodie awaited. "Hi, dear," she said. "I don't know about you, but I'm still hot. Can we get it up, between the two of us?" She crawled up on the bed on all fours, and stuck her deliriously divided little bottom toward her grinning brother. He poked two fingers into her pinkly trembling cunt. "If we can't," he said, "my tongue's hard."

She fell across him, laughing, getting his young and hairless balls up in her hand, transferring them to her sweet mouth. "Ooooh, Jodie," she whispered, taking the spit-slicked little nuggets out of her lips for a moment, "don't you just love it? All of it?"

At David Velantine's home, he turned to his wife, the very proper Mrs. David Valentine. "I wish old Kelly wasn't so damned careful," he said. "If Harriet corners him and tries to get her hand in his pants, he'll have a shit-fit!"

His wife, on the way into her bath with her ample and lovely body warmly displayed, remembered the young Kelly James. "He might survive," she said dryly. She stopped as her husband reached between her big, smooth thighs and slipped his blunt fingers up into the warmth and close slickness of her pussy. "Dave, you old fool," she said affectionately. "Come in the shower with me. Let's fuck."

It was a long and terrible drive down to his hardware store. Kelly James had never realized how much he loved it. He told a surprised Harry Downs to go on home. "You havent had even an hour off in God-knows-when," he said to Harry.

He looked around the store. He owed a hell of a lot of it to Dave Valentine and his bank. In a way. He'd expanded, built a new display room and more warehouse space. To say nothing of his luxurious little hideaway with the bed, the shower, and privacy. Now he cursed himself for it.

"Stupid cunt-head," he called himself savagely. "Why did you have to pick on that poor old lady?" But he thought of her, and of the lovely feel she had given him with her cunt. Impossible! "I must have been ready to cum, and it felt wild and crazy," he assessed.

His eyes swept the walls with their neat shelves and cabinets.

"He can break me if he makes a demand for full payment," he muttered. "If I had time, just a month, I could hold a sale, get enough cash to stall him off."

His dejection was so deep that he did not hear the whisper of tires in his parking lot, the quiet slam of a car door. Instead, he opened his desk drawer. Shit! His bottle of Scotch was empty! He had to have a drink. Had to get drunk.

He went to the front door and pulled the sign around so that it read: SORRY! WE'RE CLOSED. He turned the key in the lock and shot the heavy dead-bolt under it. He shivered, feeling helpless.

"Oh God," he said, "I don't blame you for doing this! Fucking my little daughter!" He spat on the floor. What a dismal, hopeless rat he was. Fucking Mae, wanting to fuck Myrna, going home and practically raping his sweet, loving, tiny little baby girl! He felt like dropping to his knees, begging God to forgive him. "But you want my scalp, don't you, God?" He asked in a sobbing whisper. "Go on, I've got it coming to me."

And then, wishing there were something he could do, he thought: If I ever get out of this mess, I'll never fuck another woman again as long as I live!

Somehow, the bitter vow relieved him, and he went resolutely to the back door. He'd drive over to Dave Valentine's house tonight and get it all over with. Honest confession is good for the soul, he remembered from an old Sunday School lesson. Perhaps the woman he had so abused would be there. He could beg her to forgive him.

As he snapped the latch open on his heavy back door, he got a shock that nearly stopped his heart.

On his loading dock, still in the same loose, summery dress with its pretty floral design, was the white-haired woman he had so brutally fucked. Her sweet, soft mouth was fixed in a pleading smile.

As he stepped back, unable to speak, she moved in, closing the door behind her. "I saw your "closed" sign, but I knew you were still here," she whispered. She moved her hands to her shoulders, and the top of the dress went off them, exposing the same beautiful breasts. She moved toward the gaping, gasping man and reached gently into his crotch. His cock was like a small, soft, boneless lump of live meat. "Well have to fix that," she whispered, holding her face up to him.

From the depths of his fear and shame, Kelly James felt a resurgence of maleness. As he put his arms around the fine body, the dress slipped all the way off her, and he had his hands full of her soft, smooth ass. Her tongue was in his mouth, somehow. Her breath was sweet and warm, her saliva like syrup, her tongue muscular and determined as she probed into his mouth. As he felt a throb of life in his cock, her mouth came off his and she laughed softly.

"I have to go home tomorrow," she whispered. "I couldn't leave without thanking the young man who really made my visit beautiful!" She moved her hand on his cock, which was growing in size and feeling.

The man's heart began to pound and he felt a triumphant return of his optimism. "Harriet," he breathed. "That's who you are-Harriet Valentine. Baby, you're wonderful. Do you know something? I've got a nice little room over in that corner-you'll love it!" He squeezed the cheek of her ass and she moved against him. He moved his hand and took one of her girlishly firm, maturely ample breasts, squeezing it until the purple nipple zoomed hard from between his fingers, and the blue-veined softness of her titty-flesh trembled. She snuggled against him.

"My brother told me about the room," she said. "Lead me to it!" She wriggled her warmly naked body against him and said: "Will you fuck me and fuck me and fuck me, darling?"

He reached a big hand down and hooked a finger in the slick heat of her divided cuntlips. "Anything for a visiting lady," he said. "Help me get these damned clothes off!"

As she knelt and held his cock, now big and hard, in her soft hand, licking the underside of its head, she looked up archly.

"And will you slap me, darling?" she asked. "Just a little? It makes me hotter when you slap me, darling."

Some lustful twinge made her shut her eyes and groan, and she suddenly opened her mouth, taking his prick deeply into it, running her tongue around it. It felt marvelous. Whatever she did, she was good at it. He'd fuck her and fuck her and fuck her, as she asked.

What the hell! Jodie and Eva were probably in bed right now. fucking their little butts off. So what if he went home drained? He could always fuck little Evie tomorrow.

And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.

His heavy cock throbbed and he lifted Harriet to her feet. He gave her a hard slap on her surprised face. "Come on, baby," he growled. "Get on the bed, and let's get to fucking!"