Chapter 4
Dusky lipS licked by ruddy tongue. Buckminster strung his mouth of liquid chocolate into a whip-like grin at the sight of honeysuckle clit-clove that shone like a gemstone in the labial centerfolds of the white girl watersprite who floated on the still water.
The white woman's wily body warped suddenly in a backward circle, sending wavelets skittering across the small lake's surface.
Nearby a deliriously cluttered flower garden and conservatory greenhouse-which sent floral musk rampant through the air-set off the pool's pure glare like a liquid gemstone in a living setting.
Buckminster squinted.
Time for Buckminster to discover who, precisely, was this water nymph bathing in the buff.
It impressed him neither way that he found her undressed.
Such was the nature of the place.
The nature of his business.
Not a bad job, examining misses regarding the whereabouts of missing pearls. And anyway, Buckminster liked talking to girls.
"Excuse me," he called, not bothering to avert his eyes.
"Oh. You surprised me. Don't you know you're not supposed to sneak up on naked women like that?"
She spumed a spear of water toward him through slightly parted lips.
The stream snagged him along the leg of his pants. Wet the seam where his bull shit were piled alongside coiled-up prick.
Roxanne stuck out her tongue at him.
Buckminster caught a glance of Roxanne's well-trained nippletips.
Two panting paps.
Standing up like a pair of begging pups.
"I'm not exactly unannounced," Buckminster said with an inclination of his head.
"That's okay," Roxanne said. "I'm only playing you along. Help me out?"
She reached up and caught him about the forearm.
"Upsy-daisy," he said.
"Bullshit."
As he pulled upward, Roxanne clutched higher on his arm. Kicked one gam out wide and slid her calf back in at an angle about his ankle.
"The fuck!"
Roxanne jack-knifed backward and to the side.
Buckminster sprang, plummeted into the water, the giggling Roxanne splashing furiously.
She spat more water at him, turned tail and swam away. Her flutter-kick sent foaming water at Buck-minster's face in his pursuit.
"You'll never be able to catch me," Roxanne said with a snicker.
"Everybody knows junglebunnies can't swim. But I'm a homegrown California dude."
"Won't catch me rudeboy. Not so long as you've got on those soaking duds."
"We'll see who's quicker."
"Don't be such an ass-snarfing dweebo. It isn't fair if I'm the only one bare."
"I don't care about fair," Buckminster said as he closed the gap between them. "Or bare."
"Or that you're a flaming aaaaassssshole! Who can never get a haaaard-on from his shine peeeee-nis cause he's got no darkie dingdong and eschews the wearing of blue-black balls as an unnecessary vulgarism in front of a naked white Venus."
He grabbed at her ankle.
Snapped out toward her wet tresses.
Snagged a slippery breast.
Roxanne glided away with ease.
"Just fuck yourself off if you're gonna be like that, Mister Black Buck." Roxanne called out gaily. "If you want to talk dirty to me about Cassandra's shitty strand of pop-it beads, do it in the nude."
"You'll find me no body beautiful."
Roxanne crinkled her nose. "I don't care how crude you are. I like all kinds of naked. Just take off your clothes."
"Will you let me catch you then?"
"That you'll have to find out."
Some little vixen.
Smooth as quicksand.
Roxanne was on him, wrenching his uncon-structed duck sportsjacket around his neck.
She swam strongly, pulling the material tight about Buckminster's head and neck as he kicked off his clothing.
His engorging dingdong broke the surface of the water. Roxanne tittered when she saw the dark glistening cockhead bob.
Roxanne dipped beneath him. Coiled about him and took his dank dick in her face as her legs choked his neck. "Ngh."
"Duck yourself, bub."
Buckminster blew air and water through his lungs and maw. He sank to the bottom of the pool as Roxanne extricated herself from his flesh and hopped up. Buckminster pressed himself up partway out of the water with both arms.
Roxanne let a palm drape over his forehead. Pushed down with all her weight.
Buckminster again sank beneath the surface.
Sputtering, he clipped both hands about Roxanne's ankles, but lost the angle.
Roxanne's toes were in his eyes.
He bit out.
She kicked him playfully in flare-nostriled snout.
Buckminster reached his hand aloft.
"How about you helping me out this time?" he said. "Make any sense?"
"I can handle it," Roxanne said offhandedly. "But first get your fucking duds out of my lake. I don't like the way they muck up my practice area. Looks like seaweed."
Buckminster paddled about the pool. Gathered up his discarded clothing and piled them on the side.
Roxanne's tits swayed toward his face as she bent to help lift him from the water.
Her fingers squeaked along his skin.
Laughing, Roxanne then released her grip, and he slipped downward.
Buckminster bobbed back up and rubbed his eyes.
And was thereupon blinded by the liquid slicing inside his eyefolds.
"Na-na-na-na-na."
The guzzling sound echoed in his ears. Fizzling noises drummed against his forehead. Buckminster dodged left and right. "Yabba babba!"
Roxanne followed him. Aiming her quim straight into his face.
Pestering his gaze with trickles of tinkle. He pulled a smile.
His own thick rictus perpendicular to the crinkled grin of Roxanne's groin.
"Wheee!" Roxanne chirruped. "Whiz-bang. I got you right in the teeth, you snide geek."
His tongue slavered around the lips of his face. Face to face with Roxanne's sheared pubis as urine spumed from her lace.
He gargled her fresh piss as he stretched forth his neck. Buried his choppers into Roxanne's snatch, spewing and raw.
Buckminster's dentition tore into her labia like a saw. He worked his head from side to side.
Sucking in her succulence through her trimmed flocculence.
Tasting tartness of twat as the last traces of piss raced from her slit.
"So you like water sports," Buckminster gummed out into her grime.
Roxanne shrugged.
"Stuff comes easy to me," she said flatly. "I enjoy doing what I'm good at. How about you, Mister Private Dick? You like working over chicks in the line of business?"
"No. I'm not very good at it."
"Not bad for a cad," Roxanne snorted. "Go ahead. Drive me mad."
Buckminster churned his chin upward.
Nipped into her clit.
Slowly, sucking in clamjuice from Roxanne's cockleshell, he emerged from the drink. Roxanne began to sink to her knees on the surface beside him. Legs glided aside.
She stretched back her neck.
Tits beckoned his fingers from her chest.
"Neaugh."
Buckminster found boob in his grip. Pulled a nippletip toward his yip.
"Omigawd, you're good," she said with apparently genuine surprise.
Ground a nipple into his face.
He trailed his tongue down between her paps. Thundering the tip along her ribs.
His tongue tapered like a stinger toward her buzzing clit.
Roxanne flapped her arms like a hovering insect. Several small jets of piss came again from her winsome snatch.
"Sssss," she hissed through her teeth. "Oooooh. Love that sound."
Roxanne's tongue clapped against the top of her pallet. Clacks and sucks echoed through her snout as the snot snorted out.
There was a cringe in her craw.
Drool drooped from her yammering jaw.
Whimpers strained from her gullet.
Smacking sounds emerged from her smirk.
Rutsweat slimed from Roxanne's underarms. Her unshaven armpits asked for the fuck as much as did another woman's slit.
"You know," Buckminster spoke grimly as he took a sip from her slimeslit, "you are the first pink chickadee I've seen today with a monogrammed pip."
"You mean the way my pussy is clipped? I really like it like that too. I was gonna get a tattoo-"
"Would be a tight fit."
"Always is."
"That an invitation?"
"No-no-no-no-no. I never cuntruck men. Bad for my training regimen."
"But you still go all the way, I take it. Just not that way."
"Depends. I just don't need emotional involvement. I have to save that kind of energy for my athletic training and competition."
"Must be very draining."
"But I can kiss your dick."
"Sure it's okay?"
"Yeah. I've never done a black one."
"Go ahead and have a thrill."
"Should be fun," she shrugged. Her face split in a wide-open blithe grin of soon-to-swoon innocence. Faked.
He kicked up his hips, balls in hand. Stuck his stick between her lips.
"See?" she said. "I can give you head. And,-likewho needs cuntrucking when cocksucking feels so good?"
Mahogany hawg tooled down her throat. Deep amber bull shit piled like ancient treasure over the sides of her chin. "Indeed," she breathed.
Roxanne took hold of his testicles and squeezed. Yanked down hard. "Awk!"
His jimjam jumped in her jaw. Panther-like penis on the loose. Buckminster's mouthrut increased. Then the thrusting subsided. Roxanne held his darkmeat hog captive in her white girl maw. Teeth clamped about the base.
HI
Neck muscles strangling the tip. "Unh."
Roxanne played her hands along the length of her muscular neck. Jacking the prick inside with wide flails of extended fingernails.
Buckminster began to wail.
"Pawpaw pawpaw pawpaw pawpaw. Ahau maumau. Pawpaw ahau maumau."
Deep-roasted nuts clanked together.
Loosely flowing lather erupted up the deeply colored wafting scrotum through the twining ejaculatory ducts.
Roxanne gave the pullulating penis a jab with her tongue.
Her lips milked the charging bull as it horned deeper, goring her gullet.
The first pellet of come crackled against her tonsils.
Dripped slickly to her tumtum.
The next blast of jizzom was a white-hot splash to the inside of her teeth.
Seed glistened her smile.
Prick pumping all the while.
Roxanne knew how to chew in style.
Piles of gnarled goo tumbled from her chin to her chest.
She worked the muck into her pearly breasts. Melting the nuggets of jizzom. Shellacking her nippletips.
Buckminster pried himself from her puss. Peeled his underside from her face.
Slid on spread haunches over her sperm-caked cookies to rest his ass-hole like an octopus's sucker on her bellybutton.
Coming to rest on her waist.
He kissed her face.
"Don't do that," Roxanne said warily. "I'm not quite in the mood." She winked one eye. "Try this instead."
Roxanne brought her heels up underneath her fanny and turned out her knees. Slinked on her back. Undulated like a snake. Buckminster took the hint. Roxanne twinged.
Flung all her limbs in a wide arc. Slid onto her stomach and posed with raised rump.
"Get hold of my hair from back there. But don't tear it with your teeth."
She waggled her meat.
Turned her head around and stared at him blankly.
Addressed him frankly.
"Know what? I'd like you to suck me. And don't stop till after I come."
"As the lady requests."
"When you're done there, stick your tongue inside my ass-hole and nun it around in circles. Then you can stick your prick there."
"Dream on," Buckminster said. "I've gotten my fillings all caked with your cuntslime already. I'd like to try a new flavor."
He pointed toward her torso with a wiggling finger.
"First, Roxanne dear, I'm going to fuck on you right there."
"Where?"
With a stifled yelp, Buckminster jammed his penis up the outside of her rib cage.
The enraged cockhead came to rest in the flap of skin beside her chest.
Prickmeat petted the inside of Roxanne's armpit. Working in and out as though it were but another orifice.
"Eeeeeh."
Roxanne's underarms were charmed by the squiggling prick. She buckled, tickled half to death, twanger tight by her tit.
"Such wit," she stammered. "Now hammer me where it really does some good."
Hardwood-tinted prick curved outward.
Buckminster aimed his spearstick at the yammering target of Roxanne's ass.
His penis bent.
Snapped out straight.
Glanced off the sides of her ass-cheeks. Twirled around underneath.
"You'll never get it in that way," Roxanne crowed. "The chlorine makes my skin go dry."
Buckminster smooched the pink pucker with the flaps of his mouthlips.
His tongue traveled inside her yielding hide with tapered tip. She wove circles in the air with the torsion of her hips.
Asshole opened like the mouth of a fish.
Rim kissing lips.
Gripping tongue tip.
The musty flavor of Roxanne's fanny crawled through Buckminster's gullet.
He pulled his facecheeks reluctantly from between her buttocks. Lanced into her armpit with straight tongue.
Licked out.
As his penis snicked the edge of her bung. "Aaaaanh."
This time the cock squeaked in easily.
Curved up inside her haunch.
Lapping Roxanne's underarms in doubletime, Buckminster axed all the way up Roxanne's buns on the first slide.
Then he drew back.
"No."
Pulled his dong out. Then nuzzled it back in. Asshole oinked once.
Cockhead buried to the neck. "Ahhhh."
Fucking and sucking in counterpoint, Buckminster anointed the conch-like interior of Roxanne's earcups with the message of his mission.
"You are familiar, I take it, with the missing beads?"
"Indeed."
"Any guesses where they might have landed."
"Didn't know they flew anywhere. Unh. Keep that fuck going in my rump."
"You knew where the pearls were kept?"
"Pump. Yes. Oh, pump."
"Where?"
"Fuck. In Cassandra's bedroom. Fuck my ass-hole harder."
"In her drawers?"
"In-unh-with-unh-her-unh-bras and panties and other dainties. Oh, please. Break my fucking buns."
"Did everybody know where she kept those things?"
"Just a couple of her friends."
"Real close ones, huh? like you and Danielle. Her girlfriends. Any men?"
"How the fuck should I know what Cassandra does with dudes?"
Buckminster corkscrewed his cock deeper into Roxanne's easygoing ass-hole.
He tugged her jugs as she pressed her cold assmeat into his belly.
"Shit," Roxanne gagged. "I'm dead."
Fission of senses streaked through her head. She heard colors. Saw sounds.
Orgasm caressed her brain.
Blowhole babbled in climax.
Buckminster randied her rectum.
Chattered into Roxanne's straining face, held next to his in embrace.
"You ever see Cassandra wear the gewgaws?"
"Fuck me. Can't I even come around here? Wear them? Only to some informal affairs."
"Wore pearls to affairs. What kind?"
"Oh, fuck. It's over now, you aaaaass-hole. Cassandra sometimes wears those whory-looking pink-pearl baubles to balls. Dinners. Volleyball tourneys where they gamble and money goes to Hood Cove Conservatory."
"Noble pastimes."
With a sneer, Roxanne wrenched her rear end to the side.
Buckminster's prong squealed from her bung.
Her ass nipped shut with a smack.
"You buttered my rump and then wouldn't get me over the hump. Go suck a pregnant skunk."
"Anyone you know have a professional interest in pearl diving?"
"Give me a break. My ass-hole aches. You got off nicely right down my throat. I have to be satisfied with a few little jolts."
"About Cassandra? She misplace things-often?"
Roxanne wiped around the rim of her ass-hole with a finger.
Sniffed the fingertip in her nostril.
Glared straight into Buckminster's face.
"Try asking the lady herself," she said. "Isn't that like something you're paid to do?"
"In due time."
"Oh, I see," Roxanne said, narrowing her eyes. "Like, first you want to have the all the answers yourself. So you can see if Cassandra is lying when you pretend to try to get it out of her."
"People's rationales for their actions-as well as how they perceive those of others-are more informative than whether they lie per se. Lying is so much a given practice that in itself it tells you nothing if someone is lying. People often don't even know that they themselves are lying."
"So where are you there?"
"Primed to find the motive behind the deception-whether the deception is consciously calculated or is self-deceptioningrained into their egos as a defense against past deeds."
"So, Mister So Clean He Won't Come Up My Asshole. I see you're a dick and shrink rolled and hardboiled into one."
"Part of the package."
"Fuuuu-uck you say. Maybe Cassandra keeps the pearls near her person for sentimental reasons."
"Maybe she's auctioning the pearls off for sentimental reasons too."
"Toodle-oo," Roxanne said, leaping to her feet. "Gotta get back to practice now-If I'm gonna be ready to compete on the synchronized swimming team at the next Olympics."
"That's like water ballet?"
"The shit you say," she brayed. "It's a brutally demanding sport. I'm a finely tuned athlete. I'm ordinarily not rude, but if I could fart on cue I'd do it in your face."
"Didn't mean to insult you. I'm just ignorant."
"Your ignorance is an insult."
"And top of the morning to you, too."
Roxanne turned toward the pool.
She jack-knifed at the waist.
Brought her hands together behind her butt.
Her ass-cheeks flared open as she crouched slightly in a diving posture.
Her ass-hole juddered open.
"Toot," she blew through her blowhole.
Her hinder flews shuddered.
Anus stuttered.
"Craaa-ack!" Roxanne hacked out breezily from her rump as she gave it a pump.
"Here's another one for you, black dude," Roxanne chewed crudely.
"Boop!" her ass-hole chuckled.
"Talented girl," Buckminster wheezed. "Got unnaturally good rhythm for a whitemeat."
"Don't forget to take your clothes with you, dude-o," Roxanne cackled as she sailed through the air. "Their presence distracts me."