Chapter 6
Brent was parked at the door when she came out and she was not alone. He recognized the other girl with her. Phyllis Kassel was one of the other waitresses employed by Harry Lamb. Her body was not as desirable as Charlotte's but she had a sexy air about her that Brent liked. The only thing he could see that subtracted from her was that her breasts were too small. But he liked her quiet, lovely face.
Charlotte gave her a big box she was carrying and said something to her. She was frowning a little as she came toward the car. She got in and smiled uncertainly at him. "Brent, I don't know how to say this but I told Phyllis about our date and well-we always share things like that." She paused and was encouraged by the slow smile Brent gave her.
"What I'm trying to say is, Phyllis wants to come along and make it a-threesome." She rushed the last word before she could choke up. She swallowed, "If you don't want to have her along we can just drop her off at her apartment and go on to my place. Maybe you don't go for three-way sex."
Brent saw the girl watching him hopefully. He decided he wanted her too. "Sure, Charlotte, bring her along. I'll try my best to make you both happy."
With a smile of gratitude she turned and waved to the other girl. She rushed to the car and climbed in beside them. "You know Phyllis, don't you, Brent."
"Yeah, Hi, Phyl. How you been doing?"
"Without." Her eyes locked with his and she smiled slowly.
"Yeah? We'll have to do something about that. It's not good for a girl to be doing without." He gave her his charming smile.
Following her directions, Brent drove to a large apartment complex of nice but not too expensive apartments. He parked the car and followed the two girls to her room. They dropped their purses on a chair and Charlotte went into the kitchen to put the box away.
Phyllis glanced shyly at him as she removed the thin sweater she was wearing. He gave a start as he saw she wore nothing under the thin blouse. Her breasts were so small and firm they needed no support at all. In spite of their size he found them exciting. The nipples were unusually tiny but the breasts would be satisfactory.
Charlotte came back and saw them facing each other as if waiting, for the other to make the first move. "Go on, Brent, take her blouse off. Don't mind me, I get my kicks watching someone else making it as much as I do getting it myself. I want to watch you undress her."
He nodded and went to the waiting girl. She made no move to help or hinder him as he began to unbutton the blouse. He peeled it from her shoulders and threw it on the chair. He took her tiny breasts in his hands and bestowed a kiss on each little nipple. She began to shiver as if she were cold.
He stepped back to remove his shirt as she peeled the skirt and pantyhose away. She stood nude and desirable over every inch of her body. Brent was arrested in the act of dropping his trousers. There was not a hair on her loins, not even a soft down. She saw his surprise and smiled self-consciously. "Nature just ran out of pussy hair when she came to me. I never grew any and the doctor says I never will. I hope you don't mind."
"Mind," he raised an eyebrow. "It just might be the one thing that makes you different from the rest. No, I don't mind at all."
He kicked his trousers aside and pushed his shorts away. His semi-erect penis began to rise as she stepped forward and wrapped her hand around it. "So thick," she muttered in awe, "so long." She measured it with her hands.
Charlotte came forward and inspected the treasure her friend held out to her. "That's some joy-stick, Phyl. Better be careful how you use it." She laughed at her own pun.
Brent reached out to wrap his arms about the nude girl and her feet left the floor as he crushed her to himself. As their lips met and coupled, Charlotte guided them to the bed and pushed them down onto it. Still locked in the girl's embrace, Brent saw her step back and begin to remove her own clothes.
Nude, he saw that she was the opposite of Phyllis. Her breasts were large with big red nipples. Phyllis was slim and tiny, whereas Charlotte was tall and voluptuous with wide flaring hips and heavy buttocks. She climbed onto the bed beside them.
She took the shaft her friend still held and lowered her face to it. Brent's mind was centered on the delightful taste of the tongue that was dueling his own. A part of his mind was now drawn to another sensation as Charlotte slipped her mouth over the swollen knob and began to suck on it. He felt a soft warm breast pressed against his arm and he found he did not have enough hands for what he wanted to do.
He felt a smooth hairless thigh against his hip. He released the breast and placed his hand over the spot where hair should have met him. As his finger slipped into the warm slot and began to tease the flesh within the tongue darted wildly about in his mouth. The bed began to sway then increased into a bouncing gyration. He saw that Charlotte had removed her mouth and was bouncing above him.
The staff was being swallowed and disgorged repeatedly by her vaginal cavity. He now became aware of the drawback of a trio sex orgy. With so much going on all at once he wouldn't know when he was about to climax and the girl could catch the unwanted sperm in her womb. He pulled his lips away and prepared to warn her to be careful when she suddenly fell aside and twitched in the throes of climax.
As she fell away her thighs released him and he felt it flip free. It did not remain free. Phyllis found it standing stiffly from his loins and she moved to stuff it within her own. As she prepared to bury it between her thighs, Brent had the odd sensation that it was a girl not yet in her teens. He was not used to the missing hair.
As she placed the knob at the opening of her vaginal tunnel and the tiny mouth stretched to gobble it up he felt Charlotte moving beside him. As Phyllis began to rock her pelvis against him and his staff was subjected to the delightful friction of this grasping orifice, Charlotte lowered herself to straddle his shoulders. He found himself with his lips only inches from a sweet glistening slot.
At his nod she shifted herself forward and the gaping lips were pressed against his mouth. The first stab of his tongue sent a tremor through her. His tongue quickly stroked her to a shuddering climax. Before he could protest she had removed herself. Phyllis disgorged his greasy root and crawled up to place her hairless furrow against his face.
As he lapped at her smooth hot vaginal slot he felt Charlotte's lips tracking over the swollen knob of his spear. As she sucked and nibbled at him, he in turn, slurped and kissed Phyllis to a groaning orgasm.
Charlotte's mouth became tired of the task of trying to draw the seed from the monstrous stalk. She got up and slipped it back into her own drooling slot and proceeded to smash their genitals together repeatedly. With Phyllis grinding her dripping unhealable wound into his face they managed to cause his stubborn loins to yield up the fluids.
At his warning, she dismounted and aimed the hot spurts of semen into a towel. Brent felt Phyllis' loins constrict as she too exploded in pleasure.
A short while later he felt a hand pick up the wilted root and stuff it into a mouth. He did not open his eyes to see who was bringing his loins to life and fulfilling him again. He was aware that this happened several times during the night and the bed had protested under the bouncing bodies. He remembered having a hot, moist crack pressed against his face at least once in the early hours of the morning.
He awoke to a tickling sensation on his nose. His eyes fluttered open and he saw the lovely face hovering over him. It was her hair that tickled his lip.
"Good morning, Brent. Sleep good?"
"Did I, you tell me."
"Well, I can say you make love as good asleep as you do awake."
"Pure instinct." He grinned and yawned, "What time is it?"
"Sunday. Phyl is fixing breakfast." Her voice lowered and she whispered, "Do you feel like a quick one before we eat?"
"What brought that on?" He saw that she was still nude.
"Well, I came in to get you and that thing was standing stiff and ready so I just felt like I'd love to have it shoved in again. You sure know how to please a girl, even two at once."
As she lay down beside him he moved so she could open her legs for him. He rolled over and posed above her as she sought to guide him in with her hand. As he felt the penetration he began his automatic motions and they surrendered themselves to the pleasure of copulation.
Phyllis appeared at the door. "Breakfast is on the She let the sentence die as she saw the boy's white rump rise and fall rapidly. She saw the rod pistoning into her friend and her own desires were reawakened. She let the robe slip from her shoulders and moved to the bed.
She lay quietly until she perceived her friend's release then tugged at Brent to abandon the spent girl and drew him down onto herself. He quickly found the hairless opening and they raced together to their own fulfillment. Charlotte was holding the towel ready as he jerked from her and sent the tiny sperms into the cloth. The three of them lay exhausted as the food became cold.
Finally they all went, still nude, into the kitchen and found they were very hungry. The big box had been brought out and he saw that it had been fdled with food from the restaurant. They ate ravenously.
Charlotte belched politely into her hand, "It's gonna be hot today. Why don't we all run up to the park for a swim."
"Good idea," Phyllis interjected. "What do you say, Brent?"
He swept his eyes from the tiny breasts to the large ones and back again. "Why not?"
The girls left the table in a mess and rushed to gather up their things while Brent dressed. He didn't feel like swimming but he wanted to please the girls. He knew he would probably sit on the beach and watch the many pretty girls basking in the sun. He wondered if the little girl with whom he had shared a blanket would be there. He thought about Mary Ann. For a moment he contemplated calling her. The girls came back and Charlotte was stunning in a brief bikini. Phyllis was wearing a suit just as brief but with her small breasts the halter appeared too large. They saw his thoughtful expression.
"You don't mind going, do you, Brent?" Charlotte came to him and drew her fingers through his stubborn curls.
'"Course not, honey. Let's get going."
It was becoming much hotter by the time they arrived at the lake. There was an unusually large crowd and he had some trouble finding a parking place. He finally squeezed between a tree and another car and killed the motor.
"Brent, you didn't bring your swimsuit," Phyllis cried in disappointment.
"The last time I came up here I didn't need a suit." He grinned at her. "I have one in the trunk but I don't think I'll swim now. You two go ahead and swim, maybe I'll come in later."
He watched them run to the water and pause to shed their beach robes. As they joined the scores of others splashing about in the water he dismissed them and watched three girls playing with a huge beach ball. He thought he recognized one of them as having been in the group of nudes who had swam with him several nights before.
He grew tired of watching the scantily-clad girls moving about and began to walk away from the lake. He found a trail through the trees and began to follow it absently. He walked for a long time. When he looked back the lake was far away from him. He was on the way to the camping area. He started to walk again.
It was not long before he found himself far above the camping area. He was in a part of the preserve that was seldom used by the regular swimming and camping crowd. He was about to turn back when he saw the faint trail that twisted and turned among the aspen and evergreens. Curious, he followed it higher into the mountains.
He was soon perspiring from the long, hard climb. He wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve and decided to go back. It did not take him long to discover he was lost. He did not panic for it was so easy to continue moving downward until he came to the lake and follow the shore back to the swimming area. He was almost to the lake when he saw her.
At first he thought it was some animal, a deer perhaps, moving through the young aspen. He watched her move into the open and stand outlined sharply against the blue water. He saw the blonde head turn first one way and then the other. There was no mistaking the lovely shape of the girl. She wore a man's white shirt, knotted at the waist, exposing a band of bare midriff. Her lower torso was delightfully displayed in tight jeans.
She was walking slowly, digging her bare feet into the sand and studying the distorted prints she made.' She had her head down, hands clasped at her back and presented a forlorn picture of beauty. Her body was the nearest thing to perfection he had ever seen. He wanted so much to see her in the nude. He remembered the picture Mary Ann had shown him and he tried to picture this girl from the sand and inspect it briefly, then fling it into the lake. To his surprise and pleasure she began to remove the shirt. His eyes bored into her back, willing her to turn around as she pulled the shirt from her shoulders and permitted it to fall to the sand. She opened the jeans and stepped from them. A quick glance around, then she reached to her back to unclasp the brassiere.
When she half-turned to pitch it aside he caught a glimpse of breast that was as perfect as he had known it would be. She debated with herself for a moment then shrugged and peeled the thin panties from her hips. He saw that she had often basked in the nude for her tan was without the imprint of a swimsuit. She was a lovely golden all over. Brent experienced an instant erection.
He watched her buttocks in fluid motion as she walked toward the water. She bent and began to wet herself with handfuls of the cold mountain rivers. Her breasts swayed and jiggled with the movements of her arms. Finished, she returned to her clothes and picked up a towel from where it was draped across an ice chest. She spread the towel on the sand and straightened to sweep the surrounding trees as if expecting to see someone coming.
It had not occurred to Brent that she would not be alone. He saw her shake her head and open the ice chest. His throat began to feel dry as he saw her remove a cold beer and drink deeply. She put on a pair of sunglasses and lowered herself to the towel. As she lay quietly in the sun, sipping occasionally at her beer, he began to feel the heat and his growing thirst made him uncomfortable.
She put the can aside and her hands began to move over her body, fondling the breasts and creeping over the thighs. Tiring of her own hands, she arose and moved again into the water. She brought her hands together over her head and dove downward out of sight beneath the surface. She came shooting from the water like a playful porpoise. She rose so high he caught a glimpse of her water-bejeweled pubic area.
She slipped over and began to swim on her back. Only her breasts and head were visible above the surface as she backstroked toward the shore. She continued her butterfly strokes until she gently beached herself on the cool, wet sand. She crossed her arms over her eyes and remained half-afloat and the lapping waves gently rolled her breasts back and forth. He thought she had gone to sleep.
Suddenly Brent heard something behind him at the same moment she sat up and turned toward him. Through the bushes he saw a tall, thin youth appear and hurry to the girl who was now standing, hands on hips and scowling angrily at him. "Well, Howard, it's about time you got here. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me."
He skidded to a stop and his eyes were bulging as he stared at the perfection of the nude girl. "Ah, May, you know better than that. I came as soon as Jack could get off from work. He's gotta work half a day on Sunday, you know. Then I hadda walk all the way from the camping area. That's a good half a mile. Where's the beer?"
"Where's the beer?" she mimicked sarcastically. "Did you come up here to drink beer or to fuck? Maybe I should put my clothes on and go on home. I already been waiting longer than I should."
"Ah, May, don't get mad. It's so damn hot and I got thirsty on the way up here."
"All right, Howard, stop whining. Get your clothes off and come on or forget it."
Brent watched the boy fumble with his clothes in his hurry to get them off. When he finally stood nude, May pointed at his genitals and laughed harshly. "Will you look at that.
Here you're gonna get some pussy and that damn thing ain't even started getting hard yet. I hope to hell you can stay on long enough to satisfy me this time."
"Watch me, May," he boasted, "This time you're gonna beg me to get off." He began to fondle his limp organ and she moved to help him. Under her hand it began to expand and straighten but remained rather thin.
Brent had never thought he would care to be an observer rather than a participant in an act of sexual copulation but he would have enjoyed it had it not been for the heat and his nagging thirst. He glanced at the ice chest that sat beneath the shade of a tree. But it was much too close to them for him to attempt to filch a can of beer. He licked his dry lips and waited.
The girl lowered herself onto the big towel and held her arms out to the boy who stood over her, savoring the vision of a girl ready to receive him.
"Well, come on, damn it, don't just stand there until that damn thing gets limp again," she growled.
The boy quickly dropped down onto the girl and she reached to stuff the thin penis between her thighs. As he began his motions Brent felt the bite of desire within his own loins. He ached to exchange places with the boy.
Then Howard seemed to be having trouble and she was struggling to help him. "Please, Howard, hold it back. Don't go off yet."
Even as she spoke the boy jerked himself from her and began to spurt thin milky jets of fluid into the sand. Brent could see the penis becoming limp rapidly.
"Oh, Howard," she cried in despair. "You always go off too soon. I never get my climax. Can't you do it some more?"
The boy was staring dejectedly at his deflated organ and shaking his head sadly. The girl raised herself and tried to pull him back to her. He tore himself free and stood up. "I'm sorry, May, I can't help it." His voice quivered with anger and self-pity. "You always want too much."
"I want too much?" she mimicked bitterly. "It takes you an hour to get that damn thing hard enough to get the wrinkles out and when you get on you blow your nuts after a half dozen strokes. That damn thing is so small I can't even feel it inside."
"Hell, no wonder," he shot back. "With a hole so big you could stick a beer bottle in sideways without getting it wet. You could take an old Missouri mule all the way to the balls."
"He'd probably give me more satisfaction than you can," she retorted, her eyes blazing.
The boy towered over her as if to strike her. Instead, he slumped and muttered, "What do you expect me to do?"
"What can you do?" she asked, still bitter. "That thing is about as stiff as a stick of wet noodles, and as thick. Hell, I guess you'll have to suck my pussy if I'm going to get anything out of this laughing excuse for a fuck. Can you do that?"
"You mean," the boy swallowed hard and made a face of revulsion, "you want me to lick you there?"
The girl raised herself to her elbows and Brent liked the way her breasts jutted out proudly. "And what's wrong with that? Ain't you ever ate any pussy before?" she shook her head in disbelief. "Maybe I oughta find myself another stud with a real prick."
The boy turned and picked up his pants. "If you're gonna talk to me like that, I'm leaving."
"Go right ahead. I'm just as safe here by myself as I would be with you, baby. I'll just stay here and frig myself until something better comes along."
Brent watched the boy dress in quick angry motions. When he finished he turned and tried to salvage some fragment of his shattered manhood. He raised his finger and made an obscene gesture in her direction. She raised her legs and threw them wide. "Shove it right in here. It should be better than that pencil you piss through."
Howard took a step toward her and growled savagely, "I hope some big stud comes along and rapes the shit out of you."
"So do I," she shot back. "Then I'd get my cookies, too."
The boy turned and snatched a ring of keys hanging on a limb. "I'm taking my car. Your big stud can just take you home, too."
Brent watched him rush away and listened to the sound he made in the bushes until he could no longer hear him. He watched the girl as she lay back and stared into the trees. His loins could wait no longer. He stood up and stepped into the open. He stood smiling at her as her hand crept toward her loins. She saw him and with a muttered oath she rolled to a half-crouch in preparation for flight. He continued to stare quietly at her. She bent to pick up a towel and held it before her nudity. "Who the hell are you?"
"I'm the good fairy," he grinned. "I heard you ask for someone to come and rape you. Will I do?"
"You gonna rape me?" She began to smile back as she saw the answer to her frustrations in the rugged good-looking stranger. She threw the towel aside and pointed in his direction. "You can't do a very good job of rape with your clothes on."
She slowly sank to the beach towel and again assumed the same position as before. As she watched him strip his clothes away she stretched languidly and brought her hands up to press the mounds of her breasts together. She slowly spread her legs as she released the breasts and slid her hands down over her body to her thighs. As she pressed the lips apart and opened the pink glistening slot to him he began to hurry. She laughed softly as he rushed to her.
As he stood over her, his penis which had become almost fully erect stood forth and weaved in a slow arc before her lust-bright eyes.
"Damn, I didn't think a guy could be hung like that. You got a prick as thick as my wrist."
"Is that bad?" He grinned as he lowered himself beside her and gathered her breasts into his palms. As he began to kiss and nibble at the taut nipples she gasped, "That always drives me right out of my skull. If that damn Howard had enough sense to do that, but shit, all he can do is climb on and shove it in-and jerk it right out."
She found the bone-hard shaft and telegraphed her desire by pulling at him to mount her. As she stuffed the root between the lips of her slot she drew her knees high and he felt her pelvis rise up to him. As he began to slam his pelvis against hers he heard her trying to talk between grunts.
"I hope you, uh, can stay on, uh, longer than Howard. Oh, oh, that's-so good, don't stop, please don't..." The rest trailed away as she surrendered herself to the pleasure she had sought and failed to find with another.
Brent had no difficulty staying with her as he sent her soaring to a nerve-tingling climax that shook her so violently he was almost unmounted. As he continued to lunge against her she began to hum softly and smiled blissfully as she achieved a second orgasm. Then she held herself in the uncomfortable position until he threw himself from her and began to spurt the copious sperm into the sand.
He sank down beside her and she reached out for him again. She found the slumping shaft and held it in the palm of her hand until it came to rest. Then she got up and pushed his knees apart so she could lower her head between his thighs. She took the wrinkled, limp organ between her lips and began to kiss and lap it to life again.
When it stood stiffly erect she released it and turned to rest on hand and knees, presenting her gaping pink wound for his entrance from the rear. As he mounted her his mind went back to the hippies and the lovely girl in the center of the bed with the bearded, long-haired youth humping at her from the rear. He had seen the movie dozens of times along with several others Chuck had shown him every time he visited while his parents were away.
As the pleasure began to spread through his loins again he forgot about the movie and reached around to gather the melons of her breasts into his hands. Holding them to prevent their violent swaying he lowered himself upon her back and began to piston rapidly in and out of the tiny, clutching mouth.
His fingers began to roll and pull the nipples and she displayed her pleasure by rocking backward each time he slammed forward. The motions brought them together with such force the shaft was slammed deep within her.
After a seemingly endless span of time his testicles began to ache from the repeated collisions. She, too, began to feel the discomfort brought about by the violent advance and retreat of his marble-hard root. The pain could not prevent them from racing unabated toward fulfillment. With a jarring shudder she went limp as her release robbed her of strength. He held her tightly and continued to pound at her unresisting buttocks until he finally let her collapse and twisted aside as his organ began to spit again.
They lay side by side, breathing deeply, as their strength returned. Finally his emotions had calmed enough to trust himself to speak. "Would you believe I'm thirsty as hell?"
She motioned toward the ice chest. "Have some beer, compliments of Howard." And she began to laugh. "Damn, it's funny, you take his girl and now you drink his beer. Poor Howard."
"Are you feeling sorry for him?"
Her face became somber. "In a way I guess I do. I feel sorry for anybody that can't enjoy sex the way we do."
"Oh, he enjoys sex all right, only not as long. A lot of people can get their kicks from a quickie. Trouble is, it always leaves the partner unsatisfied. Some guys get around that by eating it."
"Howard can't do that, says it makes him sick." She smiled lazily, "After the way you reamed me out I could do without it for a month if I had to. Let's go swim awhile."
"First that beer." He got up.
"Bring me one, too." She called as he went to the chest and removed the cans. They finished the beer and went into the water for a long refreshing swim. As the sun turned downward in the west they returned to shore for sandwiches and chips. As they were drinking more beer Brent decided to find out more about the lovely girl.
"Where do you live, May?"
The question seemed to disturb her. She took a sip of beer and let a bitter expression cross her face. "On The Bank."
Brent knew the district well. "The Bank' was the name bestowed on the large government apartment complex that had been built on the river's bluff for the low-income families. It contained a mixed-race neighborhood of tenants who, as a rule, lived in fear of their neighbors. It was a violent area of muggings and rapes with an occasional murder victim discovered in the morning.
The police had long since given up trying to control the area and simply attempted to confine the crimes to The Bank. This was the reason it had not bothered her to be left alone when Howard had walked away. She was used to being alone in such situations. He wondered how many times she had been raped.
She drained the can and stood up. "We better start getting ready to go. You will take me home, won't you?" She threw the can into the bushes.
"Sure, May." He smiled and arose too. As he dressed he watched her gather up her clothes and put them on. He saw that her panties were not nylon, but cheap cotton mill-end. She slipped the melons of her breasts into a brassiere far too large for her. He guessed it had been handed down to her by a buxom woman, probably her mother. She pulled on a worn shirt at least two sizes too small and stepped into the faded jeans. Pulling on the sandals she pronounced herself ready to leave.
He poured the water and ice from the chest to reduce the weight he would have to carry back to the parking area. She rolled the towel and other things into a bundle and put them in a large sack. As they started back, she shifted the bag and took him by the arm.
"I'm beginning to believe in the good fairies again." She smiled up at him. "There I was wanting to be screwed so bad I was almost willing to take anything that came along and you show up. Isn't it wonderful?"
"It was fun for both of us." He grinned back. "Why don't you tell me something about yourself?"
She released his arm and turned to pout at him. "I bet you think I'm a real low bitch, but I just can't help it. I had been brought up to take anything I can get. I got three sisters and only one brother. The four of us have almost screwed him to death a few times. One day when Mom went to work the four of us lined up on him and made him fuck us until he went glass-eyed."
Brent began to smile. He had felt guilty about the things he and Brenda had done but now the candid confessions of this girl relieved him of that concern. He took her hand and squeezed it gratefully.
"I bet you think we're pretty nasty to make our own brother do such things to us." She tried to read the expression on his face and was confused by the look of radiant happiness she saw.
"Honey, anytime anybody does what they want to do no matter what it is, it's perfectly okay with me. I bet your brother didn't really try very hard to turn down all that pussy. I know I wouldn't."
She laughed softly and they walked hand in hand to the car. As they neared the parking area Brent began to wonder what he could do to explain May to the two girls he had brought to the lake. He threw the ice chest into the back seat and turned to search the water for them. It was May who found the note on the hub of the steering wheel.
Brent unfolded it and read, "It was sweet of you to bring us out to the lake but Phyllis and I could tell you didn't really want to come. Thanks for beeing so nice to us and come see us again sometime. We met some friends and they're taking us back to town. Love, Charlotte and Phyllis." He refolded the note and smiled as he wondered if the word 'being' had been deliberately misspelled to convey a secret message.
May sat very close to him as they drove back to town. Once she had reached out and stroked his penis through his trousers until it stood stiffly along his thigh. She had laughed and bent to kiss the mound, then slept until he pulled into The Bank. She awoke to direct him to her apartment.
It was just about dark as he pulled into a space and killed the motor. There was the aroma of cooking coming from everywhere and they were hungry. As May reached into the car to get the bag, Brent saw a group of boys and girls clustered beneath a street light not far away. They occasionally shouted or made obscene gestures at passing cars. One couple left the group and walked into the unlighted play area beyond. May saw them, too.
"They're sneaking out for a quickie. I often wonder how many little bastards are started in that place."
"Quite a few, I would guess," Brent grinned. "You better be careful when you go out there or you may become one of the mothers."
Her eyes met his. "I wouldn't mind if I had a baby by you. Can you just imagine how it would look? I bet it would be real cute."
"Yeah, I guess so," he said without much enthusiasm.
As he turned to pull the ice chest from the car he saw three of the boys leave the group and come toward them. May saw them and squeezed his hand. "I'll take care of them," she said softly.
As they drew up May spoke first. "If you bother my friend, you've had your last piece from me, Butch."
One of the boys swept her up and down with a hard stroke, then glanced at Brent. "Who's this guy?"
"I said he was a friend of ours. He ain't trying to give you no trouble." She took a step forward. The boy reached out and gave her breast a rough squeeze.
"He been in your pants?" he demanded, still kneading the breast.
"You know better than that, Butch. I told you I wouldn't let anybody else have it but you. Don't you trust me?"
"Frankly, no." The boy spat and glared at Brent. As he simply returned the stare, Brent began to smile thinly. Apparently satisfied, the boy nodded. "Okay, stud, I'll take care of 'er now. You can go."
May took his sleeve and spoke quickly, "He's coming up to see my Mom. He's an old family friend. I'll come back out after he leaves. Honest, Butch."
The boy hesitated again. His hand slipped inside her blouse and attempted to crawl breath the brassiere. She pulled his hand away. "Later, Butch," she whispered softly. "Then I'll let you."
He grinned, "Okay, go ahead but be quick about it." He turned to Brent and snarled, "Make it a short visit, stud. You hear?"
Brent nodded and permitted the girl to pull him along. As they turned down a walkway between the huge building he sighed, "Boy, you sure have some funny friends."
"I can't stand 'im myself," she growled, "but he's got every boy in The Bank behind him and as long as I'm his girl nobody bothers me. Sometimes I wish he'd walk into a slug."
"If you can't stand him, leave him."
"It's not that simple. A girl doesn't leave him. She stays with him until he drops her, then she's free. I can handle him, though."
"Why did you want me to come up if you're safe around him. You don't need me anymore."
She slipped her hand under his arm and pressed it against her breast. "I like you and I want to see you again. I want you to meet the folks, too. Remember you're an old friend of the family."
"Your boyfriend ain't going to like that."
"Don't worry about that. When you start coming to see me we'll tell him you're coming to see one of my sisters."
She turned down a hall that contained a wide assortment of smells. He could identify cooking bacon, boiling cabbage, and frying potatoes. She opened a door and pulled him in with her.
"Hey, Mom, you here?"
A high-pitched voice came from the back of the apartment, "We're all in here, May. Come on in and get your supper."
She pulled Brent into the kitchen and the sight of him caused a twitter among the girls seated about the table. The fat woman with stringy hair began to make him feel uncomfortable with her open admiration.
"Well, May, so you finally found something your old maw can approve of. Bring 'im over here and let me see him good." She displayed a grin that disclosed two missing teeth. "You had anything to eat, boy? We ain't got nothing imagine, but we got plenty of it, and it'll fill your belly.
"June, get up and give the boy your place. You can eat on the sink. April, you get 'im a plate and see that it's clean. Don't just sit there, staring, June. I told you to give 'im your place."
She slapped the table and the two girls arose to do her bidding. Brent started to protest but she raised her hand, "You ate yet, May?"
"No, Maw, I been with 'im all afternoon and we ain't ate yet."
"It's settled, then. You sit right down there next to May. We can't let a friend of hers leave hungry." She shook her head as he tried to protest again. "Boy, respect your elders."
Brent lowered himself into the chair June had vacated and April placed a plate before him. As she leaned down to put it on the table he felt her breast press against his shoulder.
"Don't you go rubbing your tits on May's fellow, April, or I'll take the back of my hand to you."
As the girl fled the fat woman giggled, "Excuse my language, boy, but I gotta control these young 'uns or they'll feel you all up. What's your name?"
"Brent." He tried to draw his eyes from a lovely pair of breasts that were plainly visible through a thin blouse.
"June, go put your bra on. He can see your boobs as plain as your face." Another girl fled the room.
"Brent," she repeated. "That's a nice name. Brent what?"
"Lenzini." He smiled charmingly at her.
"You from the old country?"
"Bom here. My folks came from Italy during the war."
"Any brothers?"
"No, only one sister."
"Oh, damn," she muttered, then smiled broadly. "Let's cut the yakking and eat."
She handed him a bowl and he ladled some of the pasty contents onto his plate. It smelled much better than it looked. He spooned some into his mouth and found it was very good. They continued to pass him bowls until his plate was full.
"Where you live, Brent?"
He hesitated, "Out East."
"Whereabouts?" she prompted. "Maw..."
"You keep quiet, May. I'm talking to the boy."
"On Jamestown," he lied and took another bite.
"Jamestown?" she frowned. "Where's that?"
"Maw." May was almost in despair.
"I told you to shut your sassy mouth before I mash it for you." Turning to Brent she smiled, "Gotta control these young 'uns. How did you meet May?"
"He saved me from being raped." This time the woman made no move to stop her as May continued, "Howard and I were up at the lake when we heard some kids back in the bushes doing something and it got him worked up."
"Howard, that little snot-nose punk got worked up? How did he ever-oh, go on." She waved her hand impatiently.
"Well, Howard started talking ugly and I told him no. He got mad and put his hand on my mouth and dragged me into the bushes."
"Dragged you into the bushes?" The mother was mollified and enthralled at the same time. "That skinny kid couldn't even hold Dee down."
"He's stronger than you think, Maw, when he wants to get into your pants. He was hurting."
"I bet he was," she snickered.
"Maw, I'm trying to tell you. Well, Howard got me back into the bushes and started to tear my clothes off. But Brent..."
"Tear your clothes off?" she interjected. "I don't see nothing torn."
"I'm trying to say Brent stopped him before he could. It was awful. Maw, if that Howard ever comes around again I want you to tell him to just leave me alone."
"I sure will, honey." She beamed at Brent. "I wanna thank you for saving my little girl. Now eat up and we'll talk more after we finish."
The girl who had left the room to put on a brassiere now returned. Brent remembered the perfection of May's body as she walked, nude, along the beach. He would not have thought it were possible for another girl to be prettier than her but here was one in the same family. The glimpse of her lovely breasts now crowded into his mind and he wanted her-very much.
She had changed her blouse as well and put on a touch of lipstick. Now as she slipped into her chair and picked up her fork she refused to meet his eyes. The blush was still high in her neck. He did not seem to be able to take his eyes from her. He felt May's hand on his arm. "You finished, Brent?" she asked softly.
"No, he ain't finished, May." The woman cut in harshly. "Leave the boy alone and let him eat. I swear, you act like you got hot pants or something." She smiled as Brent glanced at her. "Gotta control these young 'uns or they'll feel you all up." She went back to her eating.
May let her hand drop to his lap and the movement did not escape the sharp eyes of the mother. She cleared her throat and the girl caught the warning. She removed her hand.
Supper was finally over and the fat woman put the girls to work cleaning up the table and washing the dishes. She took Brent's arm in her big hand and led him from the room. As they passed into the living room, he became aware of the big melon of her breast pressed against him. She did not seem to notice.
"That May's a fine girl," she was saying. "A little sassy at times, buteasy to get along with. You got my permission to go out with her, boy. I like you." She gave his arm an affectionate squeeze. Brent wanted to talk to June.
"I don't believe May told me anything about her father." He was trying to change the subject.
The woman snorted, "If I had me a husband, I wouldn't be living in this dump. My old man drank hisself to death a couple years ago. He got a holt of some cheap homemade booze and the damn stuff kilt 'him."
"I'm sorry," Brent said softly. "I should know how the girls feel. My father ran off and left us when I was just a kid."
"Yeah, I know it's tough, but I gotta give the old man credit for one thing. He didn't run off and leave us. I reckon he loved us in a way, but that damn booze." she waved . her hand. "But enough of 'im, he's gone. Let's talk about the living. You know I got a boy?"
Brent nodded, "Yes, May told me she had a brother but that's about all."
"Yeah, that's right. I got one boy. He's in Vietnam now. I sometimes think he run off and joined the Army to get away from them girls. They's about to drive 'im crazy. I named all my kids for the month in which they was borned. The boy's name is August and I call my youngest girl Dee because December doesn't sound just right. Now let's talk about you. Where you work?"
Brent smiled. He knew where that kind of question would lead. She was about to get husbands for her daughters. "I'm assistant manager for St. John's Service Station."
"Assistant Manager? Well, that's good." She gave him a shrewd look. "You like my May?"
"She's a good girl, yes, I like her."
"I noticed you making eyes at my June."
Brent swallowed. "Well, yes, she's pretty. I would think a lot of boys would make eyes at her."
"You bet your ass she's pretty." She leaned forward and slapped him playfully on the leg. "Prettiest girl I got. I'm proud of that June, you saw 'er tits. Yes, sir, prettiest little thing in the whole damn Bank. I have a hard time keeping them punks outta her pants." She looked at Brent searchingly. "You kind of like June, don't you?"
The candid manner of this woman never ceased to amaze him. Each question caught him at a loss for words. "Why, yes, I think she's sweet."
"I know. I asked do you like 'er?"
"I've never been with her. How could I say?"
The woman turned toward the kitchen. "May, you and June come in 'ere."
The two girls came through the door and she waved them to a stop side by side. She waited quietly as Brent inspected them. June Was so much more desirable, he felt his loins beginning to stir.
"Well, boy, what you gotta say?"
"What am I supposed to say?" His voice was shaky.
"You wanna take my June into the bedroom?" she was watching him closely and she caught the lurch as a bulge appeared in his lap.
Brent was speechless and the woman began to laugh. "Don't worry, boy, I was only funning with you. We're good folks. I just kind of like to have a little fun once in a while."
She glanced at the cracked clock on the table. "Oh, damn, I gotta go to work. I got me a job working nights so I can feed these kids. Social Security don't pay enough and August can't send very much either. You can stay here and talk to the girls if you want." She squeezed Brent's thigh and reluctantly arose.
When she came back he saw that she had put on a thin pink sweater and some bright red lipstick had been applied to her lips. She grinned at Brent and waved her fingers at him. "Now you behave yourself with my kids. They's good girls." And she was gone.