Chapter 2

Tippy Talbot slid her hand down inside her cutoff denim slacks to rub her sex.

She was lying on the bed of Old Nickerson's cabin. She'd made it up and had more or less cleaned up the place since they'd been camping nearby. That was one way of searching for that all-important money. Which she had a rightful claim to, she thought, because once, years ago, Nickerson had borrowed some money from her folks in Crescent Valley and never paid them back. After the first flush of searching, the cabin had also become a private retreat for her...

To enjoy solo sex.

She dare not tell Chris how inadequate he made her feel. She loved him body and soul and was his forever, but he was oversexed and kept her small dainty cunt sopping with his greasy juices.

Ahhh! Ohhh! Her masturbation felt good! She stared at her shapely narrow thighs and loved herself, her flesh. Most guys glanced at her and thought her too thin, but those smart enough to look closely discovered something else.

Lithe Tippy Talbot was built like a dream, only everything was miniaturized. Her small breasts were rich, ripe little cones, her flat belly had a slight sexual swell. Her hips had a cute fullness, her buttocks were two perfect semicircles, if you noticed. Her thighs were exquisitely tapered and some guy at Crescent Valley High had masturbated once over her thighs and perfectly curved legs, he told her. But it didn't get him what he wanted.

"Uuuuuuuhhhhh!" she murmured, lifting her body and gasping a little. Her clit might be small but there was none hotter in Crescent County. She went on with her ritual: a sip of clear, cold vodka from the glass beside her, then hugging and working her hard-tipped breasts with her palms until her spirits lifted and sang. Then sliding her hand inside her shorts to tease her clit and feel the heat grow, her cunt grease flow. Then repeat.

She was hot now and ready. "Ah, girl, go!" she whispered. This time she drove her finger up her pink slit. Even in excitement her narrow vagina was so tight that her single finger had to push back the soft wet walls.

"Ah, ah!" She jerked once and came, with fluttering light spasms that shot glory throughout her body. Her imaginary lover, Clifford, stood there, his pain-filled eyes studying her, his hot little cock- her own finger-pulsing in her mouth. Clifford was small and undersexed and she controlled him and drove him... he was crazy for her.

She fell back on the bed in languor. She would never deny Chris her body or any sex he wanted, but his ability to spend her so easily denied her part of her own sexuality that she could only get out with Clifford, her imaginary lover, alone like this, with the glow of the vodka and her own expert manipulation.

"You're a sexy little bitch!"

She jerked her hand out of her shorts and sat up in shock. Clifford vanished in a puff. In his place stood a medium-tall thin man, glowering down at her. Sardonic, amused-and in the real world.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Calvin, from Mountain Rest. Who the hell are you, as if I didn't know."

"Oh-the hillbilly from that freaky restaurant. What do you want?"

"Right now I'm rock hard from watching you get it off, kid."

She reached under the pillow and pulled out the small automatic she always carried. It was deeply embarrassing to be caught at sex like this, but Tippy thought fast. Talk tough, show the gun and ignore the blush she felt spread on her cheeks.

"Don't get any ideas, farm boy."

"What's the matter? That hippie freak of yours queer or something, you got to frig yourself?"

"None of your business. Get out of here!"

"Maybe you own this place?" Calvin watched the gun warily but held his place at the bedroom door.

"Nickerson owed my folks money. I'm going to collect, if I can find it."

"Bullshit!"

"Shit on you, too, you ugly fucker," she said. Hard talk took guys' minds off sex. She reached for her shirt, aware that her small breasts were naked, exposed.

"I'm a fucker, doll. You got it off, why shouldn't I jerk off right over your cute titties."

"Do it. Get your cock shot off."

Unexpectedly, Calvin turned his back on her and looked at the big room beyond this one. "I can't figure out where the old bastard hid it," he said. "I guess nobody else has, either."

She put on her shirt but didn't button it. It wouldn't hurt to keep the guy distracted. "You need his money?"

"Boy, do I need his money!"

"Why?"

"Because I'm leaving my goddam wife, that's why!" Calvin burst out. It had simmered inside of him all day and he couldn't hold it in.

"Wow! That woman at the Mountain Rest? She's about the best looking woman I ever saw in my life. How come?"

Sometimes it was easier to talk to strangers and Calvin kept on blurting. "She wants sex. All the time sex. Drives me crazy!"

He came and sat on the bed. Tippy moved warily but he was lost in his problem. Tippy felt a quiver of delight; that woman didn't deserve to be so good-looking, now here was her husband, talking.

He looked at the teenager, eyes filled with misery. "She's a pervert, I tell you. Sex two three times a day. She gets wild. Once she even asked me to screw her in the ass!"

Tippy went back to her vodka. "That's terrible!" The poor old nerd! He must be about twenty-eight, pretty well over the hill, she guessed.

"You know how it feels to be married to a good-looking woman? Great, I tell you. Guys look at you with envy and women got respect for you, figure you can please all those good looks. But it's shitty. These people get hung up on their body, figure they got to be worshipped every day, dry you out. She wants a baby and fuck, fuck, fuck."

Tippy thought about Chris and his sex needs. "Wow! I guess that's perverted all right." He was always talking about making a baby in her, an idea that, at sixteen, Tippy thought ridiculous. But she'd never realized that Chris was perverted!

"Got any more of that vodka?"

She handed over the bottle. He took a big slug.

"Listen, kid," he said, "I'm a mechanic, a damned good one. I can make a top living at any hamlet or big city in this fair fucking land of ours, grab? Here I am, stuck here at this fork in the road with a hot-cunt, her aunt and uncle, a lot of trees and thin mountain air."

Tippy thought about Chris. He didn't have any steady work like that; in fact, he didn't work much. So far she'd made all the money they had waitressing, lying about her age. He spent his time making art craft things, necklaces and rings and mostly staring at the scenery. He liked it around Sex Mountain which she'd been wanting to escape all her life. It was good to hear somebody else agree with her.

"I don't care one helluva lot for Sex Mountain either," she admitted.

Calvin picked up her gun, saw it was crudded in the barrel with cement, a fake. That tickled him a little. He went on: "Tell you something else, girl. Amy's folks are going to lose Mountain Rest anyway. That's why they went on their trip, to get money. But they won't get it-the place ain't worth shit. So I'm going to blow, but I sure could use a stake from Old Nickerson's stash."

"Blow where?"

"I dunno. Somewhere they don't have mountains. Florida, New York, Maine."

Tippy guessed that he didn't know about Maine having mountains, but it was still exciting to think about traveling clear to the other side of the country.

"Me and Chris are gonna blow, too," she said.

Calvin took another slug of the bottle and began to feel good. He could smell the teener's fresh warm body and see a delicious pink nipple peeping from her shirt.

"I'm going to blow my woman, too," he said. "I'm going to make her blow me. Is your guy good on sucking?"

Tippy got a small rush from this sudden shift in subject. "Blow? You mean oral. Yeah, we do it sometimes. I tried it on him once, but he never, you know, eats on me."

"You're missing the best part of sex, you poor crunch," he said. "A guy won't lick a woman's box, he isn't much in love."

"Some guys think it's dirty."

"I could tear the top of your head off," he said.

"Screw it." She moved away, but was fascinated. A girl in high school had done it to her once, and she'd thought it was great, but got scared on account of homosexual.

He undid his zipper and took out his cock. It was thick and short. "Hey!" she said, "What do you think you're doing?"

He took a slug from the bottle. "Since nobody around here's interested in blowing or getting blowed, I guess I'll give him the old mastro like you were doing when I came in."

Tippy was holding her glass of vodka and got a cute idea. "I'll show you suck!" she cried, unable to resist her joke. She filled her mouth with vodka, rinsed it around and swallowed the most of it. Then she leaned over and cupped his cock with her mouth. The vodka remaining, almost pure alcohol, stung his flesh and he cried out and jerked free.

"Smartass bitch! That stings."

"Hey, I thought you wanted suck, farm boy."

"I'll farmer you, kid. How old are you?"

"Sixty-four." She laughed. "Too old for you."

"That's close enough to sixty-nine," he said easily. "Come on, girl, let me pearl-drive your muff."

Tippy felt very good, half-drunk and hot. What was Chris always telling her? Love is where you find it. Never turn your back on a true lover. Well, here was a chance to get herself eaten, which he never did. She felt thrills in her belly.

She skinned off her shorts and panties, lay back and spread her legs. "All right, Calvin. Make me scream."

He skinned off his pants and came at her, but she ignored the stiff, thick cock jabbing at her mouth.

"Me first, mister. I want to feel what it really feels like."

She found out very quickly. When his soft tongue split her pink slit it was like somebody had turned on all the lights. She squeezed his cock in her hand, closed her eyes and brought up her loins for his wet tongue. Oh, oh, oh, it felt sweet. Why didn't Chris like to do this for her?

She knew right away she dug it. This wasn't hard sex, with a heavy body lying on her, pressing the air out of her lungs, a cock stretching her box. This was soft sex, with that lapping tongue slipping wetly into her vagina, stroking and making her feel her womanhood, strong and clear.

"Oh, Cal, that's hot, hot, hot!" she cried softly. "Oh, I love it!"

He broke off to raise his head, his face streaked with her grease as if he'd been eating a melon. "So suck me, hot-tit, or whatever your name is."

But she refused to spoil her own thrills. "My name's Tippy and you can suck me solo."

She held his head and moved her loins in slow, gyrating ecstasy to the plunging, stroking tongue. He sucked in hard and her flesh-cunt lips, inner walls-felt like it was being devoured by a wet, soft furnace-weiirrrrdddd! "Ah, oh!" She strangled a little on her own rushing saliva in the excitement.

Usually with Chris, his prick drove her up her sex hill so fast that it was like a fast elevator ride. Then over the cliff to orgasm. This way was like climbing a step at a time, each step delightful, twisting her body in deep sexual ardor as she gradually got hotter and hotter.

He stopped sucking and did something with his mouth. New sensations of stronger pleasure broke over her, making her sweat faster and thrill. She whimpered. "Oh, Cal, forever f-fucking... "

He isolated her hot little clit by making a circle around it with his mouth and inhaling the circle of her flesh containing the rich sex nerve. She was too hot now to stand direct tongue play on her glittering red little mound with its tiny pink stabber straining from its miniscule sheath, but the clever prick-pronger knew this and brushed all around it until her heart pounded in her chest; she got dizzy and thrashed in heavenly delight.

"You're ma-making me... hot, s-sexy... going!"

Working the girl's kid-slit, Calvin thought his own cock muscle would burst its skin like a squirting banana, it was so great. This dainty little cunt, hardly big enough for her to piss out of, was made for hot tongue action.

Her warm thighs pressed against his ears. He reveled in his power to make her wiggle and twist in pleasure. With Amy there was only fucking. He'd always start out dominant, fucking hard, but soon finding his fervor turned back on him by her greater fervor as she demanded more than he had and then he had to fade as she rushed to a light orgasm. This trifling little cunt was manageable. He could lift her, drop her, keep her going as long as he liked.

Amy didn't like the suck, but he knew something Amy liked and this Tippy might dig it too. He slid his tongue out of the kid's swollen cunt and tongued down her seam a couple of inches to her backhole. Dainty like her cunt, it was a small bump between her round little buttocks. As he drove his tongue against her asshole, she jerked as if he'd touched her with a flame.

Tippy had not had that part of her touched since her mother'd once given her an enema. When she felt the hot sexy tongue reaming at her asspucker, it brought her right off the bed with a jerk.

"Ahhh, GODDDD!" she sobbed and paid off for him in rich, deep cunt throbs that amazed even her. That scalding tongue was more powerful than the world's sexiest prick. She just kept throbbing and paying off, enjoying deep sexual release that was totally new to her, until at last her pulsations died away.

"Oh, God, lover! Oh, Cal, that was so grrreattt! What a blast!"

He smiled down at her, rising from his position to stroke her glowing face, enjoying the soft light in her green eyes, running his hands through her long cornsilk hair.

"Now you can open my mail," he said. He curled his loins around her head and fed his thick cock into her mouth.

Taken and open, she greedily accepted the hungry tool. But she knew little about cock-sucking; at first she hurt him with her teeth and then forgot to suck. He instructed her, getting hotter and hotter. What guy didn't dream of getting sucked off by a slim-hipped teener? What guy didn't like to have a slave woman coiled at his cock, servicing him? Now his cock slid easily in and out of her pretty mouth and she used her tongue right and her teeth right and her suction right. This Tippy had an aptitude, give her that.

Calvin felt rich and strong and masculine as he watched his plunging cock ride over those soft sexy lips, bearing the satin gleam of her saliva which stung a little, watched her good-looking face concentrate on this new-found sex pleasure with laughable intensity.

"Go... baby, speed it up... let it fall back... work me... serrrrve me! Uhhh!" She was taking him up to a hotter plateau now.

"Mmmmmmmmm!"

"Say, Tippy, you're really built like a brick shithouse," he enthused, stroking her nude body with his hands. She nodded in agreement, giving him extra action as a reward. Then as he stroked her small but perfectly shaped tits she shuddered in response. Her skin gleamed with good health and youth, soft and pliant. With rising delight he realized that beneath her slangy, apparently tough personality there was a seductive little doll who really wanted to please him.

"Ah, you're doing it, doing it, d-dongwise!" he said, luxuriating in the hot action the kid gave him. What woman before had ever tried to please him like this? Women looked at his thick, strong cock and thought he was powerful enough to take care of himself. But the rich nerves in his thick blade, the quick-discharge balls, could only hang in there with a good suck.

"Keep it up!" he ordered Tippy. "I'll help you find the money."

He ran his hands in enjoyment again through her rich yellow-white hair, long and glossy, then down the gracious sweep of her naked back and between her petite, luscious buttocks. Her cunt flowed sweetly and as he found her clit, her action sped up.

At his masturbating her, the kid got a fey, moonstruck look on her face and bucked her loins in pleasure, heating up, moaning deep in her throat and really servicing his blade. She uncapped.

"Beau... beautiful cock," she gasped. "God, I love sex meat!" And she recapped and sucked and rolled his cock head in her mouth.

Calvin felt shooting darts of pleasure race up his backbone, out to his shoulders, up to his head and down his legs. He continued to drive the kid, masturbating her. This one liked it, eagerly thrusting against his finger. Wow!

"We're one hunk of fucking l-love stuff," he exulted and drove his finger deep in her cunt.

She lurched at that, let go of his prick and cried out "Ahhhh!" She spent for him like a cute wind-up doll with control buttons. He could feel her spasms all around his finger inside her. She held his big cock in her small hand, squeezing it as Calvin throbbed dryly and happily, not yet ready to go.

Now she was dazed, lost in her world of feminine sexuality as she resumed sucking his blade with long, slow rolls of her head. Calvin had reached his limits of holding back. He felt himself close to the point of orgasm, with deeper and deeper thrills reaching far down in his guts.

"Oh, now I'm ready-you dr-drink... understand?"

She wasn't as far gone as he thought. She uncapped and said: "Help me find that money, I'll drink your gu-guts for a week!"

"Deal!" he gasped as she resumed pulling him over the edge. He raised up to give her his explosion and outside of the window of Old Nickerson's bedroom he saw a naked man coming up the path from the woods.

Her boyfriend.

"Ahhh!" he gasped. The shock of the danger, seeing that he was going to get caught, did strange things to his nerves. It increased his pleasure. He felt an aching warmth all over. He held her head tightly, hurrying to get his stuff in her before it was too late.

"COM-ING!" he cried with soft intensity and froze. As his body locked, he felt open and excited and thrilled to think he was taking the man's woman almost under his nose. After a delicious freeze and suspension, his cock broke and began to spurt wet gobs into the kid's mouth. She mewed in surprise, tried to lift her head, but he held her tight and thus commanded, she eagerly drank his spend, giving him full delight as the sucking mouth milked the hot joy jism right off his guts and down her gullet as her soft throat swallowed in rhythm to his spend.

Despite knowing her man was only steps away, Calvin let it all hang out to get every pleasure-soaked drop into Tippy's body. Then she released his cock, drying fast from her saliva, red and glowing from her perfect suck. This was living!

Calvin hung there a long additional moment, enjoying the afterglow; and then he cautiously raised himself up again to peer out of the window. The naked hippie male had stopped outside the cabin, his back to the place, staring down into the forest.

He was either enjoying the view or watching some animal or human further down the trail. They were saved!

He jumped up. "Better get dressed, Tippy. Your old man's here."

"Holy shit!" She dived for her shorts. Then she stopped. "I forgot. He doesn't care. He says people should fuck when they want with whoever they want."

"Great stuff," said Calvin. "I prefer the old fashioned way. Don't tell him about me. I'll see you at Mountain Rest. We'll make a plan to find that money." He grabbed his clothes and was gone.

She was lying in fucked-out luxury on the bed when Chris came in. Chris stopped, looked at her and cried: "You've been fucking! I can smell male jism!"

"It was great, Chris," she said. "Like you always said, grab love when you can. I-" He seized her by the long hair, jerked her up and slapped her face hard. "You slut! Who was it? That dumb kid with the motorbike that's always hunting rabbits, the one you went to school with?"

"But Chris, you always said-" He struck her again, a blow so hard her head rang. Tears started in her eyes. "I said you could fuck other guys when I've given permission and I'm there to watch it. That's what I said. It was that snot-nose Jack, wasn't it?"

"Jack!" she sobbed, wanting to protect Calvin. Chris'd never face Jack and his rifle.

Chris pulled her around over his knee, exposing her soft buttocks.

"I'll teach you 'Jack,' you faithless little tramp!"

Splat! Splat! He was spanking her and it huuurrrrt! "Oh, Chris, oh God!" She began to cry. She wondered what made him so wild. He must've had a lousy swim up at Crescent Falls today. Maybe it was like the other day when a bee stung him. His cock was soft and flabby, when it was usually half hard whenever she was naked in his arms. Maybe a bee had stung his cock today.

Anyway, she'd learned a lot this afternoon. God, had she learned a lot!