Chapter 7

"This is my friend Patsy," Lillian said. "Patsy, meet Giff."

"Hi," she said cheerily.

I helped them put a few packages in the trunk of the car. "Patsy would like a ride too," Lillian said.

Patsy smiled through lips red with lipstick. She had fine white teeth that she must have taken to some big town like Bend or Klamath Falls to have capped. The rest of her was nice too, and her breasts were held behind a cool-looking green shirt. She wore capris, like Mrs. Perkins. They were a sort of casual uniform of middle-aged women in Tongue River.

Patsy and Lillian were not like dating Bess, or Lisa, or any other girl I had ever been with. We headed back toward the Perkins place, with me assuming that we may never get there. These two women were plainly predatory, though for anyone to see them strolling along the street they looked like they were just riding along to the sewing club.

Patsy asked, as if she was making a comment about the weather, "How long is his prick?"

Lillian laughed. "Oh Patsy, look, you made him blush."

My face felt flushed. I tried to grin it off, but the back of my neck suddenly felt hot. Patsy, as soon as we were away from town, stroked the back of my head. "Hey, Giff, I didn't mean to embarrass you." For a moment it seemed like she was going to lay off. Then she added, "I just wanted to know how long is your prick."

I stopped being embarrassed as my prick started its rise in my pants.

"Mrs. Perkins," I said, almost bouncing on the car seat, "is this going to be another one of those kind of trips?"

She laughed brightly. Patsy collapsed into the back seat. Lillian's voice when she laughed was that of a young girl.

"I'm afraid it is," Lillian laughed. "I'm afraid it is."

So it was back to the mine, off with the pants, and let's go to work. Mrs. Perkins let Patsy go first.

"I'll hunt around here for relics," she said, walking gingerly over the rocks toward the mine shaft. "Maybe I'll find an old tool or something." She looked just exactly like a tourist's wife exploring an old Indian ruin, her husband wandering somewhere with two or three cameras hanging on straps around his neck.

Patsy stood outside the car to take her clothes off. She hung her blouse on the open door and slid out of her brassiere. Her breasts were not very firm when she let them loose, but they did show how fine they had been and the rest of her body was firm and smooth, moved gently inside her skin.

She looked at me sitting in the car with my pants and shoes off, my cock hard, and she said, "Take off your shirt. You in some kind of hurry?"

It was a bright, hot day. There was not a cloud in the sky. I took off my shirt and lay it across the rear-window shelf. I felt silly with nothing on but my socks, so I took them off too and sat with my feet up on the seat. Stark naked in the back seat of my car.

Patsy stepped out of her sandals and pulled off her capris. She climbed into the car wearing only her pink panties. "Will you take them off me?" she asked.

She took my prick in her right hand, caressed my cheek with her left. "Oh yes, it's going to be fine," she said. "It's a nice one, a very nice cock."

She did something then that surprised me. Leaning toward my crotch, she lifted my dick and kissed it. Only Lisa had ever done that before. Her face came quickly back up and she kissed me on the lips. I opened my mouth and slid my tongue between her white, even teeth.

She kissed me back hungrily. Patsy was even more in need of a fuck than Mrs. Perkins had been. She seemed more starved for it. Her mouth attached itself to mine and sucked my breath out, her tongue fought for control of mine, and her hand squeezed all along the length and thickness of my manhood that I was so ready to slide right into the most secret places of her body.

I got my fingers inside the elastic of her panties and I pushed down. My thumbs hooked the waistband and as my fingers slid along her ass her panties came down all the way to her knees. She raised one leg so I could work the leg hole down over her foot. Shivers rose in waves along my backbone as my body sensed that she was naked too, leaning over me.

I slid down on the seat until I was lying flat, my knees in the air. Patsy took her mouth away and rose up over me. I looked down between our bodies. Her cunt hairs, thick and bushy, outlined the place of her desire and as she stood on one foot to spread her cunt over my crotch I saw her lips down there snap open. For a second I saw them shining, and a drop of moisture appeared on her hair, then it disappeared as she lowered her body onto me, raising my prick to meet it.

With one hand holding the front seat for balance, she lifted my cock with her other hand. I lowered my legs when I saw what she wanted to do, and gave her more room. When the head came in contact with the lips of her cunt, she wiped it back and forth with her hand, back to, front, front to back, the head slipping between the lips and back out. She came down a little more on it.

"Giff," she said through almost clenched teeth, "I haven't had anybody's penis since I got married and I only had two others before that. I've wanted my hands on another penis so long, oh so long, and it's such a nice cock, just like Lil said it was, it's so nice and it's all mine right now, just mine."

She slowly sat down and sucked my prick up into her body, sliding directly home, and went exactly where she wanted it. She said, "Oh, that's just right, just right."

I put my arms around her waist and pulled her down to me. Her breasts touched my naked chest and I lifted my ass as high as I could, pushing up with my feet, raising her body with me. My cock slid further into her. Her legs came up my sides and when I lowered myself her knees came up along my ribs.

I couldn't do much fucking, under her that way, but she took care of that. She moved her ass up and down and when my cock was almost out of her she sat down quickly again on it, sucking it back inside. My hands squeezed the cheeks of her ass, spreading them and opening her crack wide to my thrusting hips.

Patsy's tits were bobbing around just over my face so I reached up with my tongue and licked one. She stopped what she was doing and lowered her chest a little and I took the nipple into my mouth and sucked on it.

She squirmed even more, rose up a little and came down hard on my crotch, bumping and grinding into my pubic bone, our hair tangling and getting sopping wet from the moisture that was flowing out of her gash. I thrust up into her as far as I could. My cock swelled, gorged itself, and I thought if only I could have performed like this with Lisa, if only I could have given her such a hard organ, I could have broken through her maidenhead with hardly any effort and she herself then would have climbed my body in her ecstasy.

Patsy pulled her breast away and offered me the other. The nipple slid right into my mouth, my tongue caressing it, licking it, and I nibbled it with my teeth and started sucking on it. I imagined it was Lisa's firm, upright young breast, the crowning glory of her sweet body before I got my cock into the supreme, queen-like vagina that was still, I hoped, guarded by its thin, stretched membrane. I imagined plunging hard and fast into Lisa, her body opening to me as it had our last night together, my cock like it was right now, hard, swelling larger with the nipples in my mouth, Patsy shuddering and quivering over me, her body moving into what I took to be an orgasm.

Her head rolled back, her mouth opened in sighs.

She squatted down on me, her knees level with her cheeks. My hands clutched her sides, swept under her legs to squeeze her body together and hold her down on my cock while I thrust up with my hips, no longer wanting to hold myself back. The head of my cock caught fire and I shot up into her, my come splashing inside her body, my spunk shooting far up into her in strong, long spurts.

She hugged my head, held it to her breasts, and buried my nose in the valley between them.

She stayed on me until my prick stopped throbbing, then she dismounted and held it in her hand. T haven't had a nice, hard young prick like yours since before I got married." She kissed my lips again.

"You're nice. Don't get married too soon. Will you? Don't spoil your fucking too soon."

"I'll try not to, Patsy. Thanks. You're nice too."

"Thank you" She kissed the head of my prick again, lingering longer to almost take the head between her lips.

I wanted her to take it right in, suck on it, since I had never had that pleasure and didn't know how to ask a girl to do that. The tip was tender now though, and after she passed her tongue over the little hole that so recently had given me such incredible bliss she moved away from me and stepped out of the car to dab at herself with tissues.

It was the second time I'd seen a woman do that. Mrs. Perkins had cleaned herself up after we fucked too. Neither Bess nor the transient girl had made any effort to do that. I thought it might be something that came with experience.

Patsy stepped into her sandals and walked around the car so she would be out of sight when Mrs. Perkins came. "Oh Lil," she called. "Lillian!"

"Here I am," Mrs. Perkins said. She walked gingerly back toward the car, stepping over small round rocks that seemed to twist her ankles. She still reminded me of a tourist wife exploring ruins in the afternoon.

"You were right, Lil," Patsy said. "It's nice to have it."

"Didn't I tell you?" Mrs. Perkins stood outside the car, smiling through the windows at her friend.

Patsy asked, "Does anybody ever come around here? I mean, could somebody just accidentally drive in here and catch us?"

"Now is a fine time to worry about that. But don't. I've never seen anybody here, anytime."

"I just wanted to know. While you're busy then, I'm going to explore. And since nobody ever comes here, I'll go like a hippy, okay?"

"What's that mean?"

"Like this." Patsy walked around the car. Without looking back, the cheeks of her ass bobbing left right left right at us, she walked into the brush toward the mine shaft, without a care in the world that her friend was seeing her naked.

Mrs. Perkins acted like she wanted to call after Patsy to warn her to be careful, not to get a sunburn or something, but she instead turned to me. "Come out of the car, will you, Giff?"

I climbed out. The rocks hurt my feet. I didn't know how Patsy could walk on them without showing pain. Patsy's cunt juices dried quickly in the air and my prick dangled at half-stand over my balls.

Mrs. Perkins looked at it and said, "You'll have to get that back up. Think you can?"

My feet tried to find a smooth place to stand. I worried a little about how my prick had responded to Lisa, and I was afraid it might repeat on me. It was sexy though, standing on the rocks, naked, with Mrs. Perkins fully clothed looking at me the way she was. "I hope it comes back up for you, Lillian," I said. "I'm grateful, you know. It's kind of nice fucking out here in the noonday sun."

I surprised myself talking that way to a woman her age. But it seemed silly to mince words when she was staring right at the bare nub of my prick.

"One thing I really like about young men like yourself, they do like to fuck and when you get them in a place where they can they'll all do it. And they're grateful when it's done. It's nice for me too. Thanks for being good to my friend. Patsy hasn't had a fresh piece of meat since she got married fifteen years ago. I think you may be a real breakthrough for her."

She led me around the car. After taking off her capris and panties, she sat down on the passenger seat with her feet outside the car. I stepped up to her and she held my genitals in both hands. I moved one hand down across her chest, down to her bare stomach and into the hair between her legs. It was thicker than my other girls', and I went down far enough to play with the edges of her cunt. She was already moist, ready.

She weighed my balls in her hands, held my prick between her thumb and forefinger and stretched it out. Her left hand edged under my crotch and worked up the crack of my ass. My cock started to rise.

She kissed my nipples, sucked on them. I held her by her shoulders and let her bring me back up. She did. My cock kept coming up. I thought she might go down on me, but she kissed only as far as my stomach. She licked my belly button, then back up to my nipples again.

"Your body is like a girl's," she said. "Not a hair on it except around your balls."

I didn't think that was fair since I did have a few hairs, precious few, on my chest. She just didn't notice them. But my dick was stiff again and we didn't want to talk very much.

Its head was a little sore, but it felt good to have used it so much, and apparently so well.

She lay flat on her back, her face under the steering wheel. Her heels caught on what would have been the running board if such a thing were still being made.

I had never seen a woman quite as open as that. Starting at her knees, I walked my fingers gently across the skin of the inside of her thighs, right to her womanhood, and before I knew what I was doing I was bending over to kiss her cunt. She grabbed my head quickly, pressed me further into her snatch.

It smelled like woman, and my lips clamped onto it and my tongue shot out of my mouth and I licked at her juices. I was surprised there wasn't more taste than just a slight, musky tang. I wanted more of it, but Lillian pulled at my hair and brought my face, wet with her juices, up to her mouth and she licked my cheeks and lips and my tongue and kissed me.

I was shocked at what I had done, and I think she was too.

I raised my ass so my cock could be aimed at her cunt and she guided it right home, but before plunging it in I rubbed the head through the juices, then brought it out to rub the head along the sides of her cunt, down against the puckered skin of her ass-hole, back up along her thighs.

My feet found a comfortable place to stand, my legs slightly spread, my balls dangling in the air. My cock swelled, the head enlarged. I rubbed it in her juices some more and moved it down to the tight ass-hole and pushed just a little. Her ass started to open, but Lillian said, "Oh no, no, no, no, not there," and she took hold of it and put it back at the front of her cunt.

What the hell am I doing, I thought. First I try to eat her out, then I try to fuck her in the ass.

I leaned forward and my cock slid right in on greased skin. My toes clutched in the gravel for firm footholds. Mrs. Perkins swung her feet up around my hips, raised them to push up against the top of the door frame, and she held me tight with her fingernails on the bare skin of my back. She let me go quickly, then caught my ass with her hands, her fingers pressing hard against the soft skin down there, pulling my ass deeper into her crotch.

My prick felt like it grew six inches more. It felt like it was deeper into a woman than it had ever been. This was my third time in one day. I'd matched the number of times I had fucked prostitutes, and I had beaten the number of times I'd fucked girls, if I didn't count the failed time with Lisa and I thought I really couldn't count that since only the head of my prick got into her, almost none of the shaft, and I didn't think you could fuck anybody unless you were in up to the balls. In just one day I had matched almost all of the times I had succeeded in my five years of trying. And I was succeeding in a place like Tongue River, the last place the mail reached, the most out-of-the-way spot on the map, where you would think anybody who would fuck a stranger would have been burned as a witch.

Mrs. Perkins reached her orgasm before me and I kept fucking in and out of her while she seemed to ride it out and just as she started easing off I came into her further, or it felt like I did, and my prick exploded again, the come rising all the way from my ankles. Mrs. Perkins sucked it up her cunt like it was going to have to last her a very long time.

"Ohhh, Gifffff," she said, "Ohhh, Gifff, I wish you were here all the time. I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish. Why don't you cut it off and leave it here with Patsy and me? We'd take very good care of it."

"You already have taken good care of it." I was collapsed over her body. I imagined what a strange sight we were, with her bare legs sticking out of the car and my naked ass between them. "But my prick goes where I go. It's a rule."

"Oh, fuck rules."

She gave my cock a muscle squeeze and let me out of her. She wiped my crotch with her panties. "I'm sorry I'm such a prude, Giff."

I kissed the top of her head. She stroked my penis. "You're not a prude," I said. "How can you be a prude? You just raped me, you and your friend."

"I don't mean about that. I mean about doing strange things. like you kissing my vagina, things like that. like you trying to put it in my, well, in my ass."

"Oh." I had forgotten about that. "It's nice fucking you. Those other things aren't so important."

"It's just that I've never done them, and I don't think I'd like them. I just like fucking. It's so, well, so natural."

I kissed her again.

When we were cleaned up and dressed, she called Patsy and said it was all right to come back. We stood by the car and finally Patsy emerged from the brush, carrying the rusted spade part of an old shovel. The handle had been broken and what stub was left had nearly rotted away, but Patsy thought she had found a real antique. "Look at this, this must have been here when they tried to dig the mine."

I liked watching her cross the rocks in her bare feet, carrying that dumb old shovel. She had forgotten that she was naked, or she simply no longer cared about it. Her breasts bounced as she walked, swung from side to side like testicles, arid her pubic hair winked back and forth as her thighs pushed forward.

She held the shovel out for us like a child who had found something no one else had been able to locate.

I couldn't stop myself. I slid my hand down the curve of her back, across the swell of her ass, and rested there.

"Patsy," I said, "you look nice naked."

She smiled at me, then at Mrs. Perkins. "He is nice, isn't he."

"Didn't I tell you?" Mrs. Perkins said.

"Giff," Patsy said. She looked down. Once again I was surprised at a woman. When we first came out here, she had been the bold one, had asked how long was my prick and embarrassed hell out of me. When she had asked that I hadn't even been able to answer, had been too shocked at finding myself in the hands of two horny, middle-aged women, both residents of this dinky little town. Now she had changed again.

She stood in front of me, her body naked, shy, her free hand straying over her crotch to shield her pubic hair from me. She looked down at the ground and said again, "Giff," like a third-grader asking for another cup of hot chocolate.

If she hadn't gone into the brush without any clothes, if she had even worn pants, I doubt if I would have been able to do anything for her again, or even want to. But as I watched her walk out of the brush with nothing on, carrying that dumb shovel, I got horny for her again and my cock started moving in my pants.

I didn't say a word. I thought it would be a fast fuck. My cock was hard already and it was still in my pants, she hadn't even touched it, much less even seen it again.

I took the shovel out of her hand and gave it to Mrs. Perkins. Lillian smiled at me when she took it, smiled at something she saw in my eye, either a gleam or a glaze I don't know which.

I helped Patsy into the back seat and climbed in after her.

She lay down and spread her legs for me. Her breasts fell to the sides, became smaller and firmer. Without unbuckling my belt, she unzipped my pants, pushed her hand inside my fly, worked my shorts down, circled my stiff prick with two fingers and pulled it out.

"It's just as nice as it was before," she said.

I leaned over her, kissed her nipples, sucked them up between my teeth. Patsy drew one of her own hands through her cunt, paused to work her fingers into it to get her moisture running again, and "he put my rod in it.

It was almost a case of in and out. Up and down I fucked, my ass in the air and then coming back down between her legs, my cock sliding up her, coming down fast, in and out. She pumped her crotch up at my thrusting hips.

My belt must have hurt her, but she didn't stop. She seemed to like fucking me with my clothes on, like we were doing something really on the spur of the moment.

My cock slid in and out of her, she clutched at it with the muscles of her cunt. She gripped me like no other cunt had; she seemed to try to hold me still as if I shouldn't move at all. But each time my cock slipped out of the grasp of her cunt again. I pulled out of her and came back for more and her cunt would try to grip me again, but I'd pull out again, slide on the slippery sheath of her vagina, and then come thrusting back up her with all the engorged, thickened prick that I could give her.

We broke together. The first time I ever came simultaneously with a woman like that. It was like the car was floating on a stormy lake. We floated with each other. Her cunt gripped me and I couldn't slide out, my cock burst its head and filled her full of all the come I had left.

We both groaned with it, let our voices blend as our juices were mixing.

Mrs. Perkins came back and together we cleaned each other up and also the car. The front of my pants was a mess, but I didn't mind since I was sure I could get into my cottage without seeing anybody except the logger's wife. What I worried about was meeting Mr. Perkins.

Mrs. Perkins told me not to worry about that, we were going back to town.

I worried when I heard that, because I was afraid I had fucked them so good they wanted to come to my room with me. We would start such a hell of a scandal that no farmer in Tongue River would ever again sell his pears to the Exchange. I could kiss my scholarship goodbye, and all that would be left for me to do was move to Tongue River and fuck Mrs. Perkins and Patsy until I dropped dead.

But they had no such foolishness in mind. In fact, they had covered all the little angles. Mrs. Perkins just wanted me to drive them back to town so they could pick up Patsy's car. Patsy would drive her home. I probably wouldn't see them again after I dropped them off.

"Thanks very much," Mrs. Perkins said as I loaded the packages into Patsy's car.

Both women moved now like middle-aged country women, come to town for an afternoon of shopping.

Patsy waved from behind the wheel. Her face was pretty for her age, still soft, and her grin was like a schoolgirl's.

I drove away without looking back. I didn't want to start gossip.

I waved at the logger's wife and she waved at me. I got into my cottage before Mrs. Davis could catch me and see my pants that were reeking from Patsy's juices. Inside, I took a shower. I washed my cock very well, soaped it gently and rinsed it and my balls with warm water. I was proud of the work it had done. Four times. Four in one day. I couldn't believe my luck.

Four times. Two women, twice each. Both had come back for more.

And from me, who had never had the good fortune to ever screw the same woman more than once.

I was asleep by six thirty, without supper, no nothing, just stretched out naked on the bed, a thin sheet over me. The sunset was just beginning to glow outside.

Lisa came to me just before I slept, but she wore her bikini panties so I didn't get an erection, just drifted off to sleep.