Chapter 2
Brent shoved the brown bag under his right arm and gripped it tightly. Good liquor cost a hell of a lot more than he was willing to spend. But he was expecting good returns from it. He glanced down the street again and this time he saw the green Pontiac convertible coming on fast. With a squeal of tires she came to a rocking halt beside him.
"Sorry I'm late, Brent. I took a nap this afternoon and overslept. You're not mad are you?"
"Of course not. But you gave me plenty of time to think what I'd like to do to you."
"Good or bad?" She laughed throatily.
"That depends on how you feel." He let his eyes take in the short knit mini-dress that covered very little of her legs. The material was clinging and he appreciated her shapely body.
"I feel like I'm coming down with the same thing I had eight years ago, doctor." She gave him a coy smile. "Would you prescribe the same treatment as before?"
"We'll have to have the examination first, but I feel the treatment would be the same."
She shoved the gear selector into park and slid over into the passenger's seat. "You drive, Brent. I want to be treated special tonight," she said lazily. She took the bag from under his arm as he went around to get in behind the wheel. She glanced at the bottle and nodded approvingly. "Good stuff. This is what makes me tight."
"Yeah, it makes me stiff too," he said. They both began to laugh. He put the car into gear and sent it screaming forward.
"Where do you want to go?" He reached out to cup her breast in his palm. She took his hand away and blew him a kiss.
"I'll leave that up to you. Didn't you have anything in mind for this afternoon?"
"Not really. I thought we'd do whatever you wanted since you've come home. Are you going to be here very long?"
"A couple of weeks at least. Why don't we just go for a drive and get to know each other again."
"Good idea." He nodded and turned the car onto the freeway. They rode silently for a while and when she saw a sign flash by she turned to him. "Are you going up to the park?"
"I hadn't really thought about it but since we're going that way, it's a good idea. Do you want to?"
"Sure, why not? It's the best place to go for what I had in mind."
"What did you have in mind, as if I didn't know?"
"The treatment, remember. Look, I didn't even wear any panties. See." She turned to face him and held up the hem of her dress to expose lovely white thighs with the triangular patch of hair contrasting darkly. "And no bra." She shook her shoulders and her breasts swished delightfully beneath the dress.
She sat with her left leg doubled on the seat and her right leg toward the dash. She had let the hem remain high on her thighs and Brent could still see the curly mat peeking out at him. He dropped his hand on her knee and she took his wrist to place his hand directly over the warm furry delta.
As he drove, his fingers spread the lips of her sex wider and one of them toyed with the hot moist fold of flesh that lay within. Mary reached over and pulled down the zipper of his trousers. Reaching inside, she withdrew his expanding shaft and as her nail scraped across the head of the bloated knob, the car weaved slightly.
She had almost brought him to a climax when he pushed her hand away with a grin. "Let's save it for the park, honey."
"Pull your hand out too," she answered. "If you keep that up on my panic button I'm gonna come right here."
He withdrew his hand and she slid over to sit beside him. "It should be just about dark by the time we get to the park. Let's don't waste any time." She smiled and nibbled at his ear. "I got something in the glove compartment to show you."
She extracted the key from the ignition and unlocked the compartment. She removed a small yellow envelope and held a picture before his eyes. Again, he almost lost control of the car as his eyes devoured the picture.
It was a shot of herself on a bed with a sheet across her upper torso and her legs thrown to each side. She pulled it away and held up another. This one was similar but the sheet was gone. She held up more of these, each better than the one before.
All of them were good color shots of her nude or semi-nude in various suggestive poses. After he had seen them all she replaced them and locked the compartment. She reinserted the key in the switch and squeezed his throbbing organ. "Sometime I'll pose all those ways for you," she promised.
He remained hard and stiff all the way to the park. When he finally turned into the dark access road from the main highway she reached around to the zipper at her back and pulled it down. She raised herself to pull the dress over her head and fling it behind her. For the third time he almost lost control as his eyes devoured her ripe warm body. She was beautiful and she knew it.
No sooner had he pulled into a space beneath the trees and killed the motor than she was on him. Her hungry lips found his own and her body came painfully down upon his still erect shaft.-He moaned against her mouth and shifted her until it was wedged in the cut between her thighs.
Without removing her mouth she raised herself slightly and threw her right leg across him to straddle his lap. She reached down to position his penis and lowered herself until she was impaled upon it. She opened his shirt and pressed her firm, hot breasts against his bare chest. She began to ride him.
He was kissing and nibbling wildly at her jumping breasts as he felt the muscles in his groin began to ejaculate the fluid into her. As she arose to plunge down again some of the oily liquid bubbled out of the gasping vacuum and rolled down the greasy shaft.
"Don't let that shit get on my trousers," he protested weakly.
"I'm not about to shit on you," she began.
"I mean that stuff."
He pulled his fly apart just in time to let the fluid seep into the hair at the base of the throbbing shaft.
"I didn't know you shot your load already. I thought you--. "
Again he cut her off, "Honey, how could anyone hold on with a girl like you creaming his banana like that?"
She had not stopped as they talked and now she sank heavily onto him as her own orgasm began. Finally she slid from his lap and sat beside him. He watched her remove some tissues from a box and clean herself up. She glanced at his messy slumping organ and muttered, "Oh hell, let's go on up to the lake and swim awhile."
"We should have done that in the first place. My ass is floating in come." He grinned and started the car. They passed another car and Brent saw the boy glance over and stare pop-eyed as he saw the naked Mary Ann.
When they arrived at the water's edge Brent hesitated as he saw other cars parked about and some people were barely visible in the dark water. Mary Ann seemed not to notice as she jumped nude from the car and laughed softly at him. Before he could stop her she began running toward the lake. A shrill whistle and a shout attested that others had discovered the naked girl.
Brent shrugged and slipped out of his soiled clothes as a young couple in swim suits came from the trees to his right and started toward the water. The boy was pulling the girl along, apparently bent on getting a closer look at the nude girl frolicking in the water. When the girl saw Brent run nude toward the water she began to race her date.
Brent and Mary Ann were splashing joyfully about in the cool water as if unaware of the curious knot of watchers on the bank. Mary Ann grabbed Brent's limp penis and ducked under to kiss it. When she came up she faced shoreward and cupped her hands to her mouth. "Come on in, the water's great. Swimsuits are for old-fashioned prudes. But if you don't mind us we don't mind you."
"Hell," a young man growled under the insult. "I ain't no prude. Come on Sue, let's get comfortable." He started peeling off his brief suit and tossed the jockey belt aside with it. After a bit of coaxing his girl friend permitted him to untie her halter strap and release her breasts.
"Boy, she's sure got pretty boobs," somebody said in appreciation.
"I got just as pretty tits as she has." And another girl began to peel her swimsuit away. In the water, Brent watched in amazement as the rest of them began to disrobe. His eyes were drawn to the petite figure of one girl and he began to experience an erection. One young couple stood stunned for a moment then began moving toward their car.
Brent saw the lovely white form of the girl who was the cause of his erection dart across the sand and slice into the water steps ahead of a muscular young man who shouted an obscenity just before he disappeared beneath the surface.
Mary Ann surfaced beside him as the couple came toward them. "Play it cool, Brent," she said softly, "and you may get more than one pussy tonight. No matter what happens right now, the rest of the night is ours." She kissed him quickly and moved away a short distance. Brent's erection began to enlarge in anticipation of the tiny figure splashing toward him.
He shifted his suspicious glance at the young man fast approaching the waiting Mary Ann. Then he dismissed him as the girl came to a stop beside him. "Hello," she said and smiled demurely.
"Hi," Brent answered. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Mary Ann move toward the boy who was leering at her. "I'm Susan Kile," the girl said.
He smiled his most charming heart-capturing smile and immediately she was under his spell. "I'm Brent Lenzini."
As the girl was drawn closer to him she felt the enlarged member jutting out at her beneath the water. She hesitated slightly but Brent's smile encouraged her. She wrapped her hand about the shaft and drew them together. She raised her face to his kiss and their lips sought each other hungrily.
Mary Ann had seen the two embrace and she had felt a tinge of jealousy. This had surprised her for she had always felt at ease only when she could be with an assortment of boys. She wondered if she could be falling in love with Brent or whether it was because she had lost her virginity to him so long ago. The vivid memory of the intense pain she had experienced at his first penetration had been offset by the even more intense pleasure she had received from his treatment.
She palmed water into the face of the young man who was leering at her in an attempt to dismiss Brent. As his hand found her she squealed and shoved him beneath the water. She saw Brent and the lovely little girl moving toward shore. When the young man came up sputtering she threw herself into his arms. Placing her lips to his ear, she whispered, "Don't you like me?"
"Honey, you're one hell of an armful of hot woman," he answered. "Yeah man, one hell of an armful."
"Then how come you ain't got a hard on?" Her hand found his thick but limp root.
"It's this damn cold water. But you just keep on holding it and watch what it does."
"Do you want to fuck me?"
"Who wouldn't." He choked on the words.
"Put your finger in my pussy."
He did as he was told and she felt him beginning to expand in her hand. He began to gasp and snort as his passion rose and his finger inside her began to hurt. She shoved his hand away and they moved toward the shore.
Brent and Susan had not left the water. They had only moved closer to shore so the girl could stand and not tire herself treading water. They saw Mary Ann and the husky boy move quickly across the sand and disappear beneath the trees.
"Let them go, Brent," her voice was low in his ear. "I may be small but I can give you anything she can." Her ears glowed warmly at her brazen statement and she was thankful for the darkness. She saw Brent's teeth flash in the gloom. "Anything?"
"Anything!" She moved closer and her breast brushed across his arm. The cold water had puckered the nipple into a hard button. He bent his head and took it into his mouth. He drew hard and nibbled gently.
"I always like to have my nipples sucked," she sighed. "If I ever have any children I'm going to breast feed them."
He pulled his lips away. "Let's get ashore, baby's hungry."
She laughed softly and they ran from the water. As they moved beneath the trees she bent to retrieve a large beach towel. As they moved through the darkness they almost fell over a couple locked in the embrace of copulation. They moved quickly away and found another place.
She spread the towel under the protection of a large tree and they fell together upon it. As she pressed herself into his arms she whispered, "Teach me something I can't learn from George."
"What makes you think I know anything George doesn't know."
"Just try all your tricks. You'll come up with something we haven't done. It shouldn't be hard. George doesn't have much imagination. He just climbs on and shoves it in."
"Pity for George." His hand captured a breast and he placed his lips to her ear. "Hasn't he ever eaten you?"
She shook her head and her eyes were bright in the darkness as he gently pressed her down onto the blanket. He took a leg in each hand and drew them apart to expose the water kissed hair that crowned her loins. He continued to press them apart as the hair opened to disclose a moist slot that glistened in the stray beam of moonlight. He lowered his face and flicked his tongue through the tiny valley.
She began to shiver and shake as his tongue tracked up and down the hills and ridges that lay in the valley. One of the tiny mounds began to expand under his lapping tongue. Her vibrations became so violent he had to grip her hips to hold her in an available position. With a muffled sob of pleasure she climaxed.
Brent lay back and dragged her over onto him. As she straddled him he positioned her so that his shaft rested between the lubricated lips of her sex. He slipped his hand between them and began to reawake her clitoris. Even as he teased her into a vibrating bundle of stimulated nerves he slipped his penis into the ready tunnel. He began to rock her on the shaft and all the time he continued to worry her clitoris with his fingers. He quickly sent her to a second climax. As she relaxed limply over him he increased his stimulation and began to move his pelvis up and down. She began to vibrate again.
She had just started her third orgasm when he shoved her off and rolled to send the spurting streams of milky fluid into the darkness. They lay spent as his organ slowly slumped to rest.
"Do you have any cigarettes?" she finally broke the silence.
"I don't even have any pockets." He laughed and she joined him. They infected each other and soon they could hear someone laughing not far away. "Seems like everybody feels like laughing after they'd just finished a piece of ass." Brent began to laugh harder and soon they could hear laughter coming from different directions.
"What the hell we laughing about?" someone growled, "knock it off you guys. I can't stay on a belly-laughing woman." There was the sound of a slap.
"You ain't even on," a girl's voice answered.
"Just you wait 'till I get my second hard-on," he retorted.
"That might take all night," she shot back.
Brent listened carefully but he could not identify any of the voices as belonging to Mary Ann. As he wondered where she was he suddenly became aware of Susan's fingers tickling through the hair of his pubic area. He liked the touch of her fingers as they circled the base of his shaft and crawled over the fallen stalk. As they caressed the wrinkled bag of his genitals he felt his loins beginning to respond again.
Enthralled, she continued her manipulations as the fleshy shaft uncoiled and began to rise from his stomach. She was tracing the thick veins that stood out from the gnarled root when his own hand sought her. His finger crept through the hair, slipped between the closed flaps and dipped into the drooling pit.
Automatically she positioned herself in the center of the blanket in the same way the first woman must have positioned herself to receive her man. Brent took the equally time-honored position the man must have taken to enter her. They sought the same release with the same joy that man and woman had sought and found ages ago.
They were still lying in each other's embrace when they heard a car motor roar into life. They stood up as headlights swept across the beach as the car turned onto the road and roared away.
Brent picked up the blanket and wrapped it about the girl. They walked back to the beach where she had left her suit and she found it. As she slipped into it Brent turned and tried to pierce the darkness but he could see nothing. With a shrug he cupped his hands about his mouth and called, "Hey Mary, we better get going."
Almost immediately she appeared beside him, still nude. The boy with her had already replaced his trunks. He tried to put his arm about her but she moved away. "Uh uh, George," she said softly, "the party's over. We go back to our own dates now." She slipped her arm through Brent's and dismissed them with a smile. "It was fun while it lasted. Goodnight."
Rejected and angry he grabbed his girl by the arm and stalked away. Brent saw the girl look back and wave sadly before they disappeared through the trees. Mary squeezed his hand and tugged him toward the car. "Let's get going, I'm cold."
At the car Brent pitched his soiled shorts on the floor between the seats and slipped into his trousers. As he buttoned his shirt he watched Mary slip into her dress and begin to search for her shoes. She got into the car and lay back as if going to sleep. Brent started the car and sent it back toward town.
They rode in silence for a while and he thought she had gone to sleep. She surprised him when she said, "That George was all muscle and nothing else. He has no staying power. I think you got the best out of that swapping deal."
"Remember whose idea it was to swap." He reminded her.
"Yeah I know, I'm blaming myself. I must have rocks in my head to think I wanted that big ape to screw me. How did you like your girl?"
"She was a lot of fun. I really enjoyed it."
"I hope you didn't enjoy it too much." She paused then glanced uncertainly at him. "Did you?"
He smiled at her, "I'd rather be with you."
"Be honest, Brent," she said hopefully.
"I am. She was a lot of fun but I'd rather be with you. The only reason I went along with the swap is because you told me I would have the rest of the night with you. Is that still on?"
"Yes Brent, oh yes. That guy left me so frustrated that I can't wait to get you on me. I hope you didn't waste it all on that other girl. You know, I think I'm jealous."
"Okay, when we get back to town I'll call mom and tell her I'm staying over with a pal. You'll have to do one thing for me."
"Anything, Brent."
"Wash my shorts out."
She giggled softly and lay back again. "Even that."
"Where are you staying?" He was not prepared for her answer. "At the Bluffside."
Brent whistled, "That place costs like hell.
Who's paying the bill?"
"I am, you forgot my father's a doctor."
"Oh yeah, I remember. He makes all kinds of dough."
"But I like the treatments you give better. In fact, I think I'm having a relapse, Doctor Lenzini."
Brent pulled the convertible into a parking space and got out to go around and hold the door for her. As she went into the building he started to follow and remembered the forgotten bottle. He shoved the bag under his arm and went into the hall to find her waiting in the self-service elevator for him. He indicated the bag and she nodded. They went quickly to her floor.
She gave him a key to unlock the door. He pushed it open and switched on the lights. She threw her purse on a chair and patted him on the cheek. "Be a doll and fix us some drinks while I take a bath and get some of this sand off of me. I got so much stuck in my cunt it hurts when I walk." She started toward the bathroom. Over her shoulder she said, "Ice machine's on the landing to the left about four doors down."
Brent picked up the plastic ice bucket and went out to get the ice. When he returned both the bedroom and bathroom doors were open. He could see her reflection in the mirror that covered one entire wall of the bathroom. She had already removed her dress and her breasts swayed delightfully as she pinned her hair up in preparation for the bath. He watched the pink and white of her until she stepped into the shower and closed the frosted glass door.
Brent was mixing the drinks when she came out drying her hair on a towel. She had another wrapped about her breasts that barely extended far enough to cover her thighs. She took her glass and swallowed about half of it in one gulp. She sat the glass on the coffee table and went back to drying her hair. When she sat down the towel fell away, giving him a glimpse of the black mat with the pink slash through the center.
As Brent sipped his drink she let her legs drift farther apart as she relaxed. Brent made a wry face as the liquor seared his throat. As her arms pumped briskly away in the process of drying her hair the towel came untucked and slid away, exposing her lovely pear-like breasts. Again he was amazed at the pearly whiteness of them.
She sighed and let her arms drop limply to the couch. "Brent, will you come over and dry my hair for me. My arms are so tired I just can't lift them anymore."
He went over and began working the towel over her hair. From his position behind her he found he could control the sway and motion of her breasts by moving the towel in different directions. One impulse he let his hands slip from her head and cupped her breasts from the rear.
"Dry my hair first, Brent, then you can have all the sex you want."
"I forgot, I'm supposed to call my mother and let her know I'll be out all night." Brent continued toweling her hair until she felt it was dry enough. She went to comb it out while he made use of the telephone.
He dialed the number and on the third ring his sister answered.
"Brenda, let me talk to mom."
"She ain't here, Brent. Where are you?"
"I'm over here at Chuck's house. Where did mom go? She don't work tonight."
"At Chuck's house," she mimicked. "I bet. Who's the girl?"
"Knock it off, Brenda. Where's mom?"
"How should I know? She went out and said she would be back as soon as she could, but hasn't come back yet."
"Are you all by yourself?"
"No, my girl friend's in the bathroom, rolling her hair. She's staying all night with me. Are you worried I'm keeping a boyfriend here?" There was a hint of mockery in her voice.
"Naw, I know you got better sense than that. Tell mom I'm staying here at Chuck's all night, will you?"
"Oh sure, have fun and be careful. Strange pussy is . . "
He hung up and shook his head. That kid. Mary came in, still stroking her hair with a brush. "Want to brush my hair for me?"
She sat down and he started drawing the brush through her gleaming tresses. She drained her glass and indicated his own unfinished one. "You haven't hardly touched your drink. Don't you like liquor?"
"Sure, but I've been too busy with your hair. Don't worry I'll catch up with you."
"Wanna bet?" She held her glass for a refill. He put the brush down and went into the kitchen to fix her a fresh drink. When he came back she had stretched out on the couch and the television had been turned on. One leg dangled over the side and again he could see the red gash peeking at him as he approached from the feet.
"How long do those birth control pills last?" He could not seem to draw his eyes from the thin red line with the tiny lump of flesh jutting from the fold.
"They work as long as I don't miss one." She took the fresh drink and held it up in a mock toast. "Here's to us and one long grand fuck."
He picked up his glass and touched it to hers. They drank and her face became thoughtful. "I just hope if I ever get married and want to have some kids those damn pills won't ruin me."
Brent dropped to the floor beside the couch and began to pry her legs apart ever so slowly. He enjoyed watching the thin red line slowly spread much like a pink flower coming to bloom. He continued spreading her until it gaped fully open and the tiny pulse began to signal her arousement.
"Kiss the darling," she said softly. He lowered his face and kissed gently at first then he sucked the fold of flesh between his teeth and nibbled as if sampling a delicious morsel. At once she began to shiver and thrash about. She placed her glass on the table and surrendered herself to the pleasure that overcame her. He released the fold of flesh and ran his tongue up and down the slit until he found the hard knob of her clitoris. As he lapped at it she began to vibrate and her breathing became ragged.
He continued to slurp at her until he felt her entire body give vent to her climax. Still he continued to tongue the button that gave her so much pleasure. She brought her knees together and trapped his head between her thighs as another orgasm racked her body. As her knees fell away and he was released his face was flushed by his imprisonment within the hot confines of her thighs. He looked at her and she nodded at his unspoken question. With a joyous chuckle he went back to his feast and sent her to a third and then fourth climax. Finally she had to push him away.
"You've just about chewed my joy button off. Climb up here and stick that prick into me so you can get your jollies too."
Brent quickly stripped his clothes away and she saw he was fully erect and ready. He mounted her and he did not realize how much he wanted to get his release until she started drawing him into her. She achieved her-fifth and final climax before his aching loins jetted the fruits of his labor deep within her. He remembered hoping the birth control pills were truly effective before he went to sleep.