Chapter 10
Bottom lay down on the bed and spread her legs. I thought she was the younger sister, but there was no way I could be sure. She said, "Hey."
Her pubic hair was a thick forest at the triangle of her body. Where her smooth stomach ended below her belly button, her mound rose in a suggestive, inviting welcome. It disappeared in the dark hair that rose higher, then plunged suddenly into the valley of her crotch where her pink, moist slit beckoned to me, invited me in.
I leaned over her with one knee on the bed and planted one kiss in her forest. My kiss grew, forced by the root that was stiffening in my own pants, grew into a longer, deeper kiss. My lips stayed between her legs, nibbled, worked their way through the thick hair, pressed against her skin, over to the sensitive inside of her thighs, back up the mount to the very lips of her cunt.
Never had I smelled a cunt so deeply, never had it been in my mouth and nose like now. The musky, mysterious, dark odor was at the same time repellent and inviting. When her thighs moved to graze my ears, everything that was repellent disappeared and my lips found her cunt and forced it open. Everything was inviting now, and I needed more of her.
Top did not keep out of the way. She untied the shoelace on the foot I had on the bed and slid my shoe off, and my sock. I lifted my other foot and the release I felt as she tugged the lace free was almost as if she had pulled down my pants and my cock had slid into both girls at once. It let me know, if I needed reassurance, that the girls were going all the way, they were not going to hold hands with me and then, when we got to the fucking, dash out the door like shy virgins.
Top slid off my second shoe and worked my sock down over my heel. The air was cool on my foot and she kissed my instep, tickling me. I moved my face from side to side in her sister's crotch, licked her cunt from bottom to top, from top to bottom.
I had never practiced their kind of love before and wasn't sure I was doing it right. I reached in with my hands and gently with the tips of my fingers parted the lips. All of Bottom's pinkness was there in folds, layers, and more of her rose to my nostrils and my lips went down on her again, inside her this time, and my tongue instinctively began darting into her.
Hands were on my legs. Top worked her way up my body until her hands slid over my butt, down through the crotch of my pants, and around to my front. They passed over my hard prick where it stood straight up and she pressed along it, feeling its hardness, its length and thickness, comparing me, I imagined, to the other guys they must have taken like this. I could not imagine anybody rejecting two such lovely things out here in the wilderness.
Raising my stomach, I let Top fumble my belt buckle open. Then she unbuttoned my pants and unzipped me. I kept my tongue in Bottom as Top pulled on my pantlegs and down they came. She was right back on me, sliding her bare breasts along the backs of my legs, up to my ass, where she hooked a finger in each side of my briefs and pulled. As my ass came into view, she planted her lips on my cheeks and kissed it, licked it. I turned partly on my side as she lifted the front to get it over my cock. I sat up quickly and with Bottom's juices still on my lips I kissed Top on the mouth. Her hand held my cock, still covered with the soft white cotton of my jockeys, and she squeezed it. Jesus, I thought she might make me come like that, but she understood when to let go of the head. She gave me another quick squeeze on the shaft and let go.
Her lips tasted like strawberries.
As she pulled the waistband out enough for my prick to stand free, I went back to Bottom, my face and mouth back between her legs. Her thighs held me by the sides of my head. I moved a little so Top could pull my briefs down past my knees. Bottom's hands held the back of my head, pressed me against her, ruffled my hair the same as I had done to Evelyn when my cock was deep in her mouth.
At the front of Bottom's cunt I discovered a very sensitive spot with my tongue. Each time I flicked against it her ass rose from the bed. Girls must have been designed for this kind of loving, I thought, because the curvature of her body was such that my face fit exactly between her legs. Where her crotch sloped over to form the protected spot for her cunt was just right for my mouth and nose, and my chin rested perfectly on the swell of her ass. It was uncomfortable for my neck, but when I slid my hands under her ass and raised it a little everything just fell into place.
Top got my briefs off my calves and over my ankles and slid her breasts back over my legs, skin to skin. I turned more on my side as she worked her way between my legs, her breath warm on my thighs, her body lightly pinning one leg under her, my other leg raised up to rest over her shoulder.
She flicked her tongue across my balls and their sack drew up even tighter, and my prick hung down in front, throbbing with blood, stiff with sinews until it seemed it would break its own skin.
She licked across my balls again. I thought of her small, girl-like face framed with her long hair, and I imagined her eyes closed, her lips seeking, her tongue darting in and out as it flicked across me and kissed, licked, tasted from my balls to the base of my cock and started a slow maddening climb up it.
My own tongue shot in and out of Bottom's cunt. Her thighs gripped my head, she rolled slightly back and forth. I darted my tongue faster and faster. My face reeked with her juices, like I had laid my face in the largest, warmest, juiciest orange in the world and I couldn't get enough of the tangy moisture that gushed from its openings, oddly almost without taste except for a musky, strange odor on my tongue that kept me plunging back for the real taste, for the mother-lode of her body.
Top breathed heavily on the underside of my cock. Then, holding it with both hands, she took it into her mouth. I felt her upper teeth as I went in, then the roof of her mouth, and her lips closed around me and I felt her throat sucking at me, the head of my cock swelling, filling her mouth, and she took more of it, worked her tongue against the underside, sucking me, sucking, sucking, as Bottom said, "Ohh, ohhhh," as she began a throaty moan.
My fingers pressed against the fleshy parts of her ass. My tongue darted faster and faster against the sensitive spot I had found. My lips opened more and I pressed my teeth into her cunt, shot my tongue as far into her as I could, kept right against that upper place, my tongue a tiny, soft, probing prick.
I raised my leg from Top's cheek and she came further up my front and slid more of my cock into her mouth. She slid up and down on it, up and down, her lips forming an O for it, opening and closing against the shaft, her mouth sucking, I felt my come mounting.
I squeezed Bottom's ass, I dove into her cunt as if I wanted to smother in it. My hips began pumping back and forth with Top's sucking on my cock. She squeezed my thigh with one hand, my balls with the other, and I didn't try to hold back anymore, my hips shot forward in an involuntary shudder and my balls burst, come shooting the length of my cock to burst against the back of Top's mouth, shot after shot, spurt after spurt, long and short, come after come.
My tongue shot further into her sister and she came too I thought, her legs stiffening, her body shaking, and more juices flowed from her and her hands wrapped my hair, held me in her as if I might let go too soon.
We shuddered back down to the bed where it seemed we had been floating above it. Top rose from my prick to kiss her sister on the mouth. Bottom licked my come from Top's tongue, from her teeth.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My cock did not soften at all. It stayed just as stiff, just as hard, as if it waited only for what it could get into next.
I put a hand on each girl's hip. They remembered me then, Bottom turning her face up to me for a kiss and she licked her own juices from my cheeks. She fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, got the top three open, and was working on the last two when Top reached for my prick and milked out whatever come was left in it.
"I can't believe you two," I laughed. I was almost hysterical. My door was closed, the curtains drawn, no one was coming to my cabin, we had half a Mason jar of whiskey, and the girls seemed that they had not had enough of me but were patiently waiting for me to give them more. Tongue River was the greatest town in the world. "What in hell are you two doing here?" I asked, laughing, grinning, running my hands over Top's nipples.
Bottom slid her tongue into my ear. "We want you to feel welcome, Mr. California Stranger. We don't want you going back home thinking bad things about us small-towners."
Top took my cock in her mouth again and I had to wriggle away from them both before they tickled me to death. My shirt was open now and I kneeled on the bed to look at them both, my front wide open from the knees to the top of my head, my prick standing in front of me pointing at them.
The girls sat in front of me like girls anywhere, as if they were on a picnic. Bottom's cunt hairs were a dark inviting forest again but her breasts were covered. Top's tits rose off her young chest open for my caresses but her crotch hid under her small bikini.
I slid my shirt off my arms and lay down across them both. My fingers slid into Bottom's bare crotch and my other hand touched Top on her breasts. I rolled her nipples between my fingers. I worked two fingers into Bottom, caressed the same spot I had so recently tongue-fucked.
Together they went down on my cock, each licking along one side. Then took turns sliding it into their mouths, first one then the other sucking it inside, tonguing it, licking it, letting go so my prick could be caught by the other and my root sucked deep into her.
Their faces were beautiful. They had fine strong cheeks, full lips, sculptured noses and the deep brown soft eyes of tame deer. Their hair cascaded off then-heads to bounce against my thighs, my balls, to fall over my prick.
My ass and balls were held by two pairs of hands. Two pairs of hands pulled on my prick, stretched it into their mouths, two pairs of hands slid up my stomach to my nipples, down my sides and around again to my ass, down the back of my thighs to my coverts behind my knees, back up the inside to stroke my balls, hold them, pet them.
Tongue River was the very nicest town in the whole damn world.
I lay Bottom over on her back, raising my body up between her knees. Top guided my prick to Bottom's cunt and. my cock slid in the young, well-lubricated slit, the head was in and the shaft followed as my ass pressed down and Top's fingers lingered along what part of my cock had yet to go into her sister.
Then I was in all the way. Bottom's legs came up my sides, her ankles crossing behind my back. My ass pulled out, my prick sliding almost all the way out, and back in I plunged, my pubic hair tangling with hers, my balls hitting her ass.
I held her mouth with mine, shot my tongue into her mouth as my cock sought the deepest part of her cunt. We rode back and forth with each other. My hands held her shoulders, I rode on my knees and elbows, my stomach stretching along hers, my crotch against hers, my cock probing deeper and deeper inside her.
Top slid over my back, her naked nipples barely skimming my skin. She stood on the bed over us, straddling me, and lowered her ass still covered with her bikini onto my skin and she humped back and forth with me as if it was she doing the fucking, as if my cock were somehow attached to her and she was the one making Bottom gasp, making Bottom roll from side to side under us.
I searched Bottom's teeth, her gums. My tongue probed deep in her mouth. My cock swelled inside her. I rode back on her, Top's weight nothing to me, the feel of Top's cunt and her ass coming to me through her bikini, her crotch dampening as her own juices flowed down while she rubbed herself against my backbone.
I rode to the top and almost broke over the edge. But I didn't want that, I wanted to fuck them both with the same hard-on, before coming in one I wanted to be in the other. I pulled out of Bottom, the skin on my cock so sensitive that I damn near shot my come across the bed.
I tried to tug Top's bikini bottom off. She let me slide my hands through her crotch and feel her hair. My left fingers went inside her pants and scratched her hair and got almost to her cunt when she pulled away. "No, not now. That's reserved, Mr. Exchange Man, Mr. California Stranger."
"Reserved for who? You must be crazy." My cock began a slow descent and my heart with it.
Top bent over and took my cock in her mouth again, touched it only with her lips and tongue and mouth, and all of the hardness, all my readiness, came right back. I caught her ears and shoved my cock deep into her throat, no longer caring if I choked her or not, fucked her in the mouth until I almost came again.
I left her head then. She sank back on the bed. Bottom spread her legs for me again, her lips smiling, her mouth opening for my kiss, and I slid back inside her, my hips plunging to her crotch and I was in her again to my balls, sheathed far up her warm sack. Her muscles slid along my shaft, made me grow, stretched my cock even further.
My ass humped up and down, pulling her ass up and down with me. She rose to meet me as I plunged down and her thigh muscles tensed as she spread as far as she could for me, as she gave me all the fuck she had in her body. My cock was flooded with her come, engulfed in a sea of warmth and tightness as my lips held her mouth. My tongue shot into her as my knees fought for a firm grip on the bed so I could keep my cock thrust as far up her as I could as my come rose in spurts to splash her full, coming, coming, coming.
Pump after pump I left in her, shot in her. I thought of how my come had flooded Lisa's maidenhead and how my prick had refused to rise again and I thought if only she was here now in Tongue River I could break through the weak wall of her resistance and she could engulf my prick with her own juices, accepting me, and I could fulfill her with my own. At last I was empty. My balls were drained.
Bottom and I sank in collapse, useless to each other and to ourselves.
Top pulled the blankets from under us. Her teenage tits bounced back and forth as she tugged on the sheet, her young nipples looking very much like Patsy's. I realized that a teenage girl should not worry that when she is twenty that her best years are behind her; that she still had the body and the fuck and if she took care of it, it would last at least another twenty years, if not more. There was a lot I had yet to learn about women, and I looked forward to learning it all.
Top spread the sheet over Bottom and me, to keep us from getting a chill she said, like a maiden aunt with her tits hanging open. Bottom and I sat up in each other's arms and the sheet fell to our laps.
Top sat down on the bed, cross-legged like an Indian, and we sipped our glasses of whiskey.
I smiled a lot. I couldn't get the grin off my face. "You are two of the most wonderful girls I've ever met in my life."
"We thought you'd think so," Bottom said, "once you got to know us."
"What made you come in here tonight and wait for me? Don't you know you could be arrested for breaking and entering?"
"We didn't break anything. The door was open. Anyway, we were horny." Top giggled into her glass.
"Is that all?" I asked, incredulous. "You were horny?"
"You're cute," Bottom added. That helped."
Her hand rested on my prick where it lay long and soft between my legs. My balls stayed tight against my crotch and my cock did not withdraw at all but kept most of its length. All it needed now was a little firmness and we could go again.
"Do you girls do this very often?"
"We don't get much chance. This is a small town. I'm sure you noticed. It's hard to make love to anybody and not have everybody else know it."
"Don't you think somebody might have seen you come in here?" I tried not to imagine the horde of irate townspeople descending on my cabin with jealous fire in their eyes, pulling me naked from the girls' arms and slicing my prick off, smashing my balls, stabbing my eyes out with sticks.
"Nobody saw us," Top said. "We came in after dark. One at a time, like commandoes in the movies. You were late getting back. We almost gave you up."
"Boy, I'm glad you didn't." I looked at their naked skin, imagined myself plowing into them again, and the thought that I had almost missed them by minutes made my heart ache with joy.
"I was out with Melanie," I said. "We went for a drive."
"She had you out?" Bottom asked, her eyes wide. "Melanie? I'll be darned. She was supposed to send you right home. She almost made you miss us."
"Hey," said Top, "I'll bet that's what she wanted to do. She's kind of stuck on you, you know."
"What did you do on your drive?" Bottom asked.
"She's my best friend, except for my sister, but she is a prime virgin. I'll bet she didn't let you make love to her."
I laughed. "She did not"
"Can you imagine that. She tried to keep you away from home because she knew we were waiting. Isn't that the berries. Will we give her a piece of action. She's waiting for us down by the drive in. She's going to drive us home in her pickup. At least she'd better be waiting. Can you imagine that? Little Melanie, trying to keep you away from us."
I remembered Melanie's tender tracing along my prick, her shy fingers feeling the head, and I felt bad. She had known that if she weren't successful at delaying me, the prick she had been feeling right then would soon be in her friends, would soon be giving them the pleasures Melanie denied her own body.
"Be nice to her," I said. "Don't be mad at her."
"Oh," Bottom said, "we won't be, we'll just tease her a little. We love each other."
My come was oozing from Bottom's cunt. She stuffed a corner of the sheet between her legs. I tried to imagine Mrs. Davis' anger when she saw what she had to clean up, but I forgot her as my hand strayed to Top's bikini again and I stroked her hair through the thin material.
"Why won't you take it off?" I asked.
"It's a silly idea," she said, "but Bottom and I agreed that whenever we made love before we got married that we would leave something on. And with a bikini it's either the top or the bottom, isn't it? Neither one of us has ever been entirely naked with a man. We want to save that for our husbands."
"You're right," I said, "that is a silly idea. But it is kind of cute." My hand pressed against her cunt and my fingers tried to work inside it, pushing the material inside her too.
"Wait, wait," she said turning to Bottom. "Are you through, Sis? You want any more?"
"We can swap, if you want to." Bottom swung out of the bed. She stood in front of me a moment, her bush dark before my face. "Take a last look, California Stranger." She spread her legs.
I kissed her hair, bit it, got hair in my teeth, stroked my fingers through her cunt.
The girls turned their backs to me and when Top spread her bra over her chest and reached behind her back to tie it, Bottom untied her own red bra and let it fall.
For a moment, Bottom made a mistake and was entirely naked from top to bottom and from bottom to top, but not for long. She bent over and picked up her bikini, clamped it between her legs, and started tying the ends at her hips. While her firm-cheeked, slim, tasty ass was disappearing, Top was sliding her own bikini bottom off her hips and her ass, just as firm, slim and tasty, came into view.
I sipped my drink, my prick all by itself rising a little, its head coming up from the bed as if it wanted to see what was happening.
Bottom, who used to be Top, sat down on me. Top, who used to be Bottom, put her breasts in my mouth. My hands went into Bottom's fresh cunt and her hair was as thick as her sister's, her cunt as juicy and with as many secret pink places to touch and lass and use my tongue on to send shivers along her backbone. I bit her sister's nipples, first one then the other, my hands moving to her ass inside her bikini, then moving back to Bottom to feel her naked cheeks, my fingers sliding into her crack where they found her ass-hole. My middle finger, just a bit, easily, tenderly, shyly, slid into her ass while my thumb worked into her cunt. I held her head with my other hand and kissed her mouth while Top sucked my balls, taking first one then the other into her mouth, holding my cock with both hands; then her mouth slipped over the nub and I was in her again. Then we experimented with all different positions.
I lay on my back while Bottom raised and lowered her cunt over my upright prick. Bottom squatted over me while Top guided it in, Bottom lying down on my chest as I raised my ass high off the bed, Top holding my prick far up in her sister. Then Bottom lay on her back across Top's ass while I plunged into her from above, my only grip on the world my fingers and toes on the bed, my prick stretching to reach the very end of Bottom, the very heart of her. After that she took me into her mouth while Top sucked my balls. One of them slid a finger partly into my virgin ass. Then I fucked Bottom in the chair while Top sat on the floor to lick my balls. I sixty-nined with Bottom, my face in her cunt while she swallowed my cock almost to the balls, my fingers gripping Top's breasts, rolling her nipples back and forth like hard marbles.
I stood up with Bottom impaled on my cock and walked her around the room. I lay her back over the bed, over her sister, my ass rising and falling fast, my cock thrusting deep into her hot, grasping cunt. Top worked her middle finger as far as the second knuckle into my ass and I felt her trying to reach further into me. My tongue fought Bottom's for control of our mouths. Top's finger shot all the way into me like a tiny, narrow prick. She pulled it out fast and shot it back in and it set Bottom on fire. She clung to me, sweat soaking her stomach, her legs spread wide for me, my cock plunged as deep as it could go in her, filling her, stuffing her, and Top pulled her finger out of my ass and dove back in with it and my cock burst in ah directions. I pinned both girls to the bed as my come burst out of me in spasm after spasm, draining me again, emptying my balls again, and my orgasm ended with a deep-held rush of breath that Bottom took into her mouth, taking even that from me, sucking it into her lungs to meet my come rushing into her from below.
After that the girls licked me until I was clean. They licked their own come off my balls. They cleaned themselves up and tied on the rest of their red bikinis, then sat down on the bed with me for a few final sips of their drinks.
"Can you come back tomorrow?" I asked.
They laughed. 'It's too risky. We don't get to go out much. Our folks don't trust us. They think we're with Melanie tonight, and her folks think she's with us. We all have to get home now, before midnight."
"Melanie really is waiting at the drive-in? I thought I saw her go home."
"She'd better be waiting. She was supposed to double back after you left and wait for us. She'll be there. We're best friends. She's hurt that we got you tonight and she didn't, but she knows it's her own fault for insisting that she wants to stay a virgin."
"Do you think she will stay a virgin?"
"She'll give in sometime."
"Why don't you bring her back with you. I'll be here another four days."
"She'd never do that. Anyway, Sis and I won't even be back. We can't get out anymore. It's hard to navigate when your own folks don't trust you."
"Well." I kissed them both. "Thanks for coming tonight. It was a pleasure."
"-likewise," one of them said.
They each dipped their heads to take a parting suck at my cock. It hung soft and limp, but still long, and they took it in their mouths again, then let it out. The second sister held the head between her lips, then let it go reluctantly.
She said, "If you come back next year, well do it again."
"If that's a promise, I won't leave all winter."
The tall sister stood up and turned out the light. "Goodbye, California prick."
They both slipped out my door. Just like they said, like commandoes on a raid.
I lay down on the bed, stretched out in the dark, naked from head to toe. Drained and full. Lisa, I thought, stay ready. I'm learning a few things for my homecoming. Stay ready, lovely, I'm coming home soon.
CHAPTER ll
Somebody was drawing a cover over me. No, it wasn't a cover. My feet were still bare.
Somebody was muttering over me, mumbling in the dark.
I struck up at the form. "Who's that?" I cried, struggling to sit up.
I was held by the arms, gently, a woman's hands, a woman's wrists.
"Lay back," she said. 'It's terrible. Terrible. Lay back. Relax a minute. I'm here now, it's all over."
"What is it?" I struggled up and tried to peer through the dark. I'd woken from a deep sleep. A woman's hands were on my chest. Had I screamed in a dream, thrashed around until I had woken everybody in town and were they coming now to seek their revenge on my body? To finish my sex forever?
"The dirty tramps." The woman's soft, foreign-sounding voice was in my face. "Relax. I want you to wrap this robe around your body. And come with me. Will you?"
"Where? What is this?"
"Just come with me. Trust me. You can trust me. I am the only one in this town you can trust."
I sat up on the edge of the bed. She had wrapped some kind of robe around my naked body and I stood up, pulled the robe over my shoulders and tied it in front.
The woman's form rose off my bed and opened my door. She looked out at the starry night and waited until a cloud passed over the moon, darkening all outdoors, then she beckoned to me and whispered, "Come with me. Come on, be quick."
Well, I thought, I had nothing to lose. I had had only pleasure by following the whims of the Tongue River natives so far, so I stepped out the door and into the night.
She led me straight to the end cabin. My neighbor, the logger's wife, had come out.
Inside, she turned on the bathroom light and we sat in the dim glow in her living room-bedroom. She was about forty, with long brownish hair, eyes that drifted often to the door as if she expected someone at any time. Her cabin was the same as mine, only white doilies had been placed under the lamps and on the back of the chair. Some of Mrs. Davis' old magazines were stacked neatly on top of the radio. It seemed like a very grim place in which to wait for a husband, or anybody, but this woman had been doing it since I had been in Tongue River, and who knows how long before. Her husband went to work in the mid-afternoon and came home late and between the time of his departure and the time of his homecoming, she waited.
"I saw them," she said, her brown eyes turning almost black. "Who?"
"Those girls. Those awful girls who wear those tiny, tiny," her voice rose to a small pitch like a bird, "tiny, tiny bathing suits."
I worried that she might have escaped from some asylum. Maybe she had murdered the real logger's wife. But her voice came back to normal, to reality. "I've seen them running around town like that. I was afraid they would come after you. I've seen them go after other men and I was afraid they would go after a nice, clean young man like yourself."
She wore a nightgown made out of white linen. It had a frill collar. She did not seem at all shy about pacing back and forth in front of me with her bare feet poking from under her gown as she walked. I was wearing her own robe. She had taken it off when she found me naked in bed. When I crossed my legs it fell open and I reached down and flipped it closed.
"They're nice girls," I said. "They're very friendly."
"There is nothing nice about them. Nothing. They were after my husband once, but I warned them to leave him alone or I would put out their eyes and they left him alone. Good thing, too. I'd have done it."
I stood up like I had had enough and wanted to go. I had been fucked already three times and did not feel like arguing. But I didn't know how I should leave the woman's robe since I didn't want to take it home so her husband would have to come after it early in the morning in his hard hat and boots, nor did I want to simply take it off and hand it to her, walk out of her cabin stark naked. I gestured rather helplessly and made a move for the door.
A smile spread across her face, inviting and warm. "I'll bet you're starving," she said. "I'll bet a young man like yourself is hungry. I'll bet you'd like some good pie."
I stopped. I was hungry. "I don't want to argue about the girls."
"Oh, I won't say another word about them."
"What kind of pie."
"Huckleberry."
"Sounds good."
"Made it today. With some milk."
"Well, only if you don't complain about the girls anymore. I like them and I don't care if you do or not.
But I have seen you at your window and I've wondered about you."
"I thought you had. I thought you were wondering if you could come in here or not. I thought so. Harry won't be home until the wee hours of the morning. It gets so lonely waiting for him. I was hoping somebody like yourself would come by and help me eat the pie."
"You got yourself a pie eater," I said, sitting down again.
She went into the kitchen and started clattering dishes around. Her little cabin was a lonely place, especially with no one in it but herself.
"How long have you lived here?"
"Six years. And nobody's been in here except Harry and myself, until now. I came to see what those girls did to you."
"You promised to lay off them."
"Yes, I did, but I can't help it sometimes." I heard her cutting the pie and putting it on a plate. She poured the milk. "I got so mad. I wanted to come over earlier, but I was afraid they would hurt me if I interrupted. You know, nobody wants to get involved when they see trouble, nobody wants to get involved even in a small town like this. You expect it in a big town like Portland, but not here in Tongue River. Here you expect neighbor to help neighbor." She came in bearing the pie and a glass of milk. "But I couldn't come over while they were there. I just didn't have the nerve."
"It's all right." I held the pie in one hand, used the fork with the other. I was damn glad she had such a stroke of cowardice.
"My name is Frieda," she said.
"I'm Giff. The pie is nice."
"Thank you, young man."
She sat on the bed a moment longer, watching me, but finally she could stand it no longer. I was a strange man in her room, her husband was not home, and I was naked under her robe. She asked, "What did those girls do to you?" and as I was preparing to take another bite of her pie she slid off the bed and knelt in front of my chair.
"I think you know," I said. I uncrossed my legs and sat with my knees apart. The robe fell open.
She lifted the hem, folded it back across my knees, and opened my crotch. My prick lay over my balls, its head hanging down against the chair. Frieda crept toward it. "Did they do bad things?"
"Only good things." I took another bite of pie.
She breathed on my crotch. She had seen my prick before she covered me with her own robe, but her eyes were bright as if she had liked that view and had waited to have it again. Without touching me with her hands, she lifted my prick with her lips. It rose almost as fast as she nibbled it into her mouth. By the time she had it sucked most of the way in it was hard again.
I swallowed the last of the pie. As she sucked on me, I spread my legs to the side of the chair, opened myself like a girl about to be fucked. I sipped at the glass of milk she had brought me.
She rose to her knees as my prick came up. Her head lowered over it. She passed her hands along the inside of my thighs to my balls and she cradled them; squeezed the base of my cock, raised and lowered her mouth on me, sucked me in and shoved me out.
"Frieda," I said, "Frieda, that's what they did, that's what they did."
She almost ate it. I felt her teeth. She pushed my cock to one side of her mouth, between her gums and her jaw, then took it back across her tongue to the other side, then back to her tongue.
She sucked out to the tip, held it straight up with both hands, licked down the underside and kissed my balls, licked them up and took the head in her mouth again, let it go and came back to kiss its mouth, covering the head with her lips.
It was a pleasure. I didn't feel at all like coming yet and thought I could hold off for a long time. I sipped at the milk. If I could stay like this until I got back to Lisa, not only could I fuck her very well before coming but we could sixty-nine, anything we could think of, and when I was ready I would come, when I thought she was ready and not before. I thought never again would I have the trouble of spilling my seed before I even got in the door.
Without taking her lips away from my cock, she reached up to untie the sash of the robe. She bared my stomach, passed her palms over my nipples. I finished the milk, took her hands and kissed them.
She devoured my cock like she hadn't had one in her mouth for months, or years. like she had been waiting for a cock and had almost given up hope.
Some of her saliva ran down the side. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks sucked inward as she tried to pull my semen out of my balls.
I held her head with both hands. Raising my ass from the chair, I humped into her mouth a few times, enjoying it. I liked the fact that she wanted my dick so much, enjoyed giving it to her, letting her have her mouth full of it. And I enjoyed being in control of myself, knowing that I would not come too soon with her but could, for the first time, let my passion build up, build up, and stop it if I was coming too soon; then let it build up again until I felt like the circulation stopped in my legs as my balls mounted to their explosion, and suddenly all my veins would open wide as warming blood would shoot through my legs in the finality of my orgasm.
I stood up, still holding her head, and pumped my dick into her mouth. She stood on her knees, her hands holding my thighs. Her fingers traced around behind my legs and came under my ass to fondle my balls. She knew men well. She traced back and forth along that part of my cock that extended from my ass to my balls, along the base of my crotch. I humped fast, fucked her mouth as if it was a cunt, back and forth, back and forth; and she opened wide for me, let me use her mouth as a cunt and let me fuck it, enjoyed my fucking it.
But I didn't come. I left my cock in her mouth and he closed her lips around it, sucked deeply, but I still felt in complete control and I did not come. My blood subsided and I relaxed enough to start a slow grind with my hips, pumping around in a circle while Frieda held the head of my cock between her lips.
Then she opened her mouth and let me out of her. She stood up, ran her fingers along my balls, my dick, my stomach, to my chest where she touched my nipples.
Drawing me with her, she walked backwards to the bed. She said, 'Take off the robe." I let it drop to the floor.
As she lay back over the bed, she pulled the gown up to her stomach. With one hand over her snatch, she pulled a pillow down, shoved it under her hips. I climbed onto the bed with her and she sat up, took my prick in her mouth again, soaked it with as much saliva as she could, then lay down again, keeping her hands between her legs so I could not see her cunt. She spread her legs and I knelt between them, my rod standing stiff and eager, wet from her mouth. As I leaned down over her, she moved one hand just enough to take hold of my dick.
Then, moving her other hand to also hold my dick, she wiped the head up and down through her cunt, soaking it with her lubricating juices, and aimed me lower. The head of my cock came up against her tiny bottom hole.
"I want you there," she said in her strange foreign voice. "I save the normal place for Harry."
I didn't mind. I'd never fucked an ass before. I didn't mind that it was forty years old. Her mouth had given me a tremendous sucking and I thought I would try to do the same for her.
She pushed out with her bowels to open her hole for me. It accepted the tip of my penis, held it in the bloom of her ass, then she relaxed and her ass sucked me in further, just the head. It was tighter than any cunt. I leaned on her and felt myself slipping in, in, a little further. She ate me down there too. It felt like her ass was sucking me in a little at a time.
I pulled back to ease the passage. Her bowels opened again and I plunged in deeper, sliding on the juices from her cunt and on her saliva. I went in a little further. I didn't know how she was doing it. I had never even been sure that such a thing could be done. I slid my cock further up her ass, and her mouth grabbed the skin on my neck and sucked it.
I thrust one hand between her legs and began plunging my fingers up her cunt. Her bowels were tight and there was no lubrication in there except what I had carried in with me, but there was enough of a passage, as her muscles relaxed to allow me to stay in, for my entire prick to work its way in. My hips began pumping, grinding.
My fingers went up her open snatch, in and out of her soaking hole like tiny snakes. My mouth caught her lips and my tongue dove into her. I was in all three of her openings, a new first for me. My cock drove hard up her ass, all the way in now, as far as my balls. My knees gripped the bed and I drove my crotch against her buttocks, my prick buried deep in her ass. My fingers played like fire in her cunt, her hot wet dungy place, three fingers at once, my thumb rubbing her mound, coursing through her hair. My tongue probed her mouth that had loved my prick so much, that had crept between my legs and sucked me inside against her teeth. Nqw she had me in every way a woman could take a man.
My feet found the footboard of the bed. I thrust up against her, pushing, fucking, jumping into her. She reached under her own ass to find my balls. She squeezed them. Her eyes closed and she started coming. I floated back and forth on her, pressed her body down into the bed. The hand that I had up her cunt was soaked with juices flowing out of her. I fucked her, back and forth into her ass, back and forth in her tight hole, up and down, up and down. I was almost coming. A few more strokes would do it. I began to ride up the crest of my own orgasm.
The door opened. A man's voice said, "I'm home," then grew in crescendo like a giant tree beginning to topple in the woods, grew and grew into, "What are you doing with my wife! You son of a bitch!"
My eyes saw that big bastard of a logger that I had imagined so many times before. He stood in the doorway looking as tall and thick as a century-old Douglas fir. He wore a yellow hard hat, a red-checkered shirt, pegged jeans and caulked boots. His face was ragged from lack of a shave, dirty, and his hands were almost as big around as truck tires.
I leaped off his wife, my tongue out of her mouth, my fingers out of her cunt, my prick ripping out of her ass. My brain stopped me from continuing to fuck her, but my balls had no eyes and could not stop from following through with what they had been so close to achieving. Come shot out of my prick in a burst like fireworks, up in an arch toward my foe to land in a splat at his feet. The logger watched its flight, not believing his eyes, and it was followed by another shot like an artillery barrage. I moved back to the edge of the bed, my prick still pumping until my orgasm was complete. I stood up, my guns empty now, prepared if necessary to defend myself with my bare hands.
Frieda screamed, "Harry, it was for you!"
Harry didn't pay any attention to Frieda. His eyes were set on my throat and his truck-tire hands went up for me. He leaped forward. His caulked boots caught in his wife's robe where I had dropped it off me. He tried to back up in mid-air to untangle his feet and his hard hat flew off. He began a slow, twisting tumble and down he went like a tree cut off at the ankles, CRASH on the floor, and he rolled over once and lay still, sprawled out on his stomach.
Frieda and I, naked, looked at each other. I knelt beside Harry. He had hit his forehead on the footboard of the bed. He was still breathing, but he was knocked bongo. I was still alive.
I said, "Frieda, I got to go home." By home, I meant California.
She grabbed me around the waist. "Oh Giff, oh, Giff, I wanted to help you so. I wanted to repair the damage those girls did. Everything went wrong. Oh, Giff, I couldn't help myself. Do you understand?"
"Everything. What the hell is he doing home now? Is he early, or what?"
"Yes, that's it, he's early. He's never come home this early. Oh Giff, you do understand."
"Let go, Frieda. I got to get out of here before he gets up."
She held me. "Let me wash you first. He won't wake up until I help him. Let me wash you off. Let me wash your thing, it's been in such a nasty place."
I stayed, though I thought I was crazy. I let her lead me into the bathroom. She washed my genitals, ran Mrs. Davis' water until it was warm then soaped her hands and rubbed my balls, stroked my dick, and naturally I got hard again. I never could stand to have somebody stroke me with a soapy hand. A memory-trigger, I suppose, of that first time with Bess.
She knew damn well what was happening to me. "Will he hurt you when he gets up?" I asked. I meant her husband, not my dick.
"No. He's caught me with other men before. He's like a lamb afterwards."
"What the hell is this? Was I set up?"
"Set up? No, I don't know what that is. But Harry just needs to know I am desirable to other men. Then he forgets the whores he visits sometimes and he sees me as a very desirable woman again and our marriage is once again very nice. It renews us. It is good for our marriage, for him to catch me from time to time in the act of copulation."
"Aaahhhh," I said, my cock rising in her palms. "He might have killed me if he hadn't knocked himself out."
"Oh no. I would not have let that happen. He would have shaken you a little, but he had never killed anybody. He is a very gentle man."
My cock was up again. Frieda led me by it back into the other room where she lay face down on the bed, her feet on the floor. She reached behind herself and pulled the cheeks of her ass apart. "You're so young, Giff. Your come is so strong. I saw it shoot. I want to feel it in me."
My cock was still covered with soap. It was still warm from her touch, and from the water. I aimed it into her hole and it slid right in almost with no hesitation, no tightness. I fucked her standing up, my feet firmly on the floor, my ass throwing my cock far up her ass, in and out of her on my soaped cock, in and out, in and out. She gasped, moaned, cried. She held onto the other side of the bed and tried to drag her body toward it but the bend at her hips held her where I wanted her and I didn't let her up. I threw it into her, and threw it in, plowed new openings far up inside her that had never been touched before. My cock plunged as far up her as it could go. My balls banged against her cunt lips. My pubic hair ground into her crack. The feel of her round cheeks against my crotch and stomach brought my come rising again.
I looked down and watched my shaft sliding in and out of her, plunge back in to the root, out and in, in and out. It did not take me very long this time.
My come started up. I looked once at Harry's legs, sprawled perfectly still along the floor on the far side of the bed. Nothing moved except the bed as Frieda and I bounced up and down. Frieda's breath came in heavy gasps through her open mouth. She gasped as my come mounted, gathered, and shot forth along her anal tract maybe as far as her stomach. It leaped out of me as it had just before, shot along my constricted prick to leap out of the head, spitting in spurts far up her body exactly where-she wanted it to be.
I pulled out of her ass and wiped my cock on a towel in the bathroom. Frieda lay sprawled on the bed, her ankles dragging the floor. As I reached the door to go outside, she dragged herself across the bed, stretched a hand down to caress the back of Harry's head.
"Will you be all right?" I asked.
Her voice was muffled. Warm. "Yes. Thank you. You helped my marriage. I know it must be strange to you, but you did help my marriage. I hope I helped you a little bit, getting over those awful girls."
"Oh, you did. You did."
I closed the door behind me. The stubble in the yard hurt my feet as I crossed toward my own cabin. The moon was full and the night, as had all the nights since I had been in Tongue River, was warm and comfortable on my skin. I thought it would be nice to take the bikini sisters for a swim some night, and if the water was too cold we could play on the sand. After I had some rest, of course. After sleep caught up with me and I gave my body the rest it so needed and deserved.
Somebody stood in the shadows on my porch. I was afraid for a moment that it might be the father of the sisters, but I calmed down just as suddenly. I feared no man, after the revelation I had just had concerning the hard-hatted logger. I feared no man after I had just had myself sucked and fucked until I could hardly see straight. I stepped onto the porch, my cock dangling between my legs, my body erect and brave and naked, and I prepared to face whoever waited for me there.
"I try to run a nice place here." Mrs. Davis' voice was quiet, gentle, low. "I try to do the best I can, with my limited abilities."
I couldn't really have been surprised. Nothing could have surprised me about Tongue Paver women anymore. I liked her, had shared her breakfasts for the last almost three weeks, and I stood ready to do her as well as I could, as I had for any other Tongue River woman who had wanted me.
"Giff," she said, her voice still quiet, "I'm sorry I didn't warn you about what could happen to a young man like yourself in a small town like Tongue River. It would never have happened up north in Portland. It would never have happened in a big city. It's the degradation of the small town. Had to happen. Bound to happen."
It seemed perfectly natural to me that I stood in front of her bare-ass naked. That my penis was hanging out of my crotch, almost shining in the moonlight. I was willing to fuck Mrs. Davis if she wanted, but my body was exhausted. It was three in the morning.
"Mrs. Davis," I said, hoping to help her get her proposition out into the air, help maybe hurry her along so we could finish at least in time for breakfast, "I like you a lot myself. You're a beautiful lady." I meant, as she understood, that she might not be beautiful in a cigarette-advertising manner, but she was out of this world in a soul sense.
She replied, "And I like you, Giff. I liked you from the minute I set eyes on you. Now go right on inside and get into that bed and you stay there. Pull the covers up so you stay warm and don't catch a chill. I know very well all that's been going on here tonight and I intend to stay right here on this porch until daylight to make damn sure that you're not bothered again tonight."
I wanted to kiss her, but she was not affectionate in such an open way. I said, "See you for breakfast."
"Bright and early," she said. She popped me on the bare ass as I went past her.
I closed the door behind me. Climbing into bed, I pulled the covers up to my chin. They warmed me, toasted my naked body, as if I were in a mummy's shroud. I thought of Lisa kissing my stomach, gently brushing my dick with her lips. The last thing I heard before my eyes closed was Mrs. Davis settling into the chair on my porch, striking a match to light her cigarette.