Chapter 9

Eventually they pulled themselves to the edge of the pool where they dragged themselves out on the cement, which was still warm from the heat of the day. Andy loved this. He could lie down on that cement and sleep the night through. No, he couldn't do that. He'd be caught by a bright morning and he'd be there without any clothing.

As they lay close to one another they smiled into each other's eyes. "I ... I should get back," Gina said at last as she sat up. She ran her fingers through her hair, attempting to comb it, looking like some siren from the depths of the sea. She was beautiful, whether her hair was immaculate or mussed. She could never be anything but beautiful.

"Why?" Andy protested. "Your parents gave us their blessings. They told us to run off and enjoy ourselves. We've certainly done our best to please them."

Gina nodded. "I know, but I'm almost dead. I've got to get some rest."

"So? You're lying down. What more do you want?"

She bit her lower hp. "Tell you what You come back to the cabana with me. That couch thing opens into a bed. We'll just get inside it and...."

Andy shook his head. "With your parents in the next room? No, thank you. I can't go through another performance for them." .

Gina pouted. "I thought you liked me."

"Christ, who said I didn't?"

"But if you won't go out of your way...."

"All right, all right," he snapped, waving his hand. "We'll go back and do it all over again. But if I see a couple of eyes at a keyhole I'm pulling out."

She giggled as they sat up. "Pulling out of me?"

"You know what I mean."

Andy was thinking of Gloria again now. After having his sperm supply tapped twice some of his passion had been drained away. His responsibility was flowing in to fill the void. He knew he was cheating. But he also knew that no normal man would have passed up an invitation such as this.

They almost crawled to their bathing suits and there they toweled one another's bodies. As Andy ran the towel over Gina's back and breasts he felt his cock begin to regain its life. It was stirring, stirring until it was half hard. Yes, he could probably manage another go, with a superhuman effort.

He rubbed those young melons and they obligingly bobbed in invitation before his eyes. He blinked at them and then he lowered his face to kiss a nipple. It tasted as sweet as before and he kissed its twin.

"Oh, Andy." Gina wrapped her arms around his head and held his face against her breasts for several minutes. He was hard again, just about all the way up, and he could feel her body heating. Her breasts were standing up, the nipples once again stiff and shoving into his lips, his cheeks, his eyes.

Yes, they were good for another round.

He pushed her away and wiped her lower body, her ass, her thighs, her crotch. As he ran the towel over her hairy pussy she humped forward as though she were trying to screw the towel with each swipe of the cloth. He didn't think she even was aware of what she was doing. It was almost a reflex action as her hips angled forward with each caress.

Yes, Gina was a natural screwer. Her parents had no reason to worry about her sex life. She'd do fine, as long as she lived. She had the looks, the power and the need. She'd make many men happy, or, if she really settled down, she'd drive just one man out of his fucking mind.

They dried one another off and climbed back into their bathing outfits. Then, towels draped over their shoulders and fingers linked, they strolled back toward the cabana. It was very quiet. They heard only the trickle of a distant fountain and an occasional snore from an open window. It must have been very late, but Andy didn't know how late. It might have been eleven. It might have been four in the morning.

It didn't matter. The night was balmy, gorgeous, a night made for loving.

At the cabana they opened the door quietly and stuck their heads inside. One light was burning dimly in the comer. So they'd been up since Gina and Andy had left. They'd changed the lights, cleared away the brandy glasses and apparently gone back to bed. Good parents. Responsible parents. Parents who chose only the best-Andy smirked-for their daughter.

They crept into the cabana and walked across the front room on tiptoe. They giggled softly at one another like children, Andy realized. She was making him younger and perhaps he was making her a little bit older, so that they met in the middle in a satisfying relationship.

They went into the kitchen where she turned on the lights. The room leaped into sharp focus, bright, blaring. He blinked at Gina. Christ, she was beautiful in that white bikini. Her breasts, high and hard, her belly flat, her hips charmingly rounded, her purse pressing from her crotch. As she half turned he looked at her profile, the jutting breasts and the saucy tilt of her bottom. He wanted to cup those cheeks and drag her against him all over again.

Gina turned to him, "Hungry? We picked up some pizza this afternoon. I could warm it up in a minute."

"I love cold pizza," he replied.

She laughed and opened the small refrigerator, leaning down to look inside. As she peered into the refrigerator he came up behind her and he allowed his stiff pouch to drag across her bottom. She didn't straighten or try to get out of the way. Instead she put her hand behind her and groped until she found his crotch. Fingers closed around his shaft.

"God, you're ready all over again."

"So it would appear."

She took out a large pizza and shut the refrigerator door. Then she turned and looked down at his crotch. "I do love that thing, but I'm also starving. Can't you give me ten minutes?"

He nodded. "Sure."

She pulled a chair away from the tiny table and waved at it. He sat down heavily, feeling his weariness, and Gina at once settled herself on his lap. How long ago had she sat on his lap while they'd looked through that crazy photo album? It seemed like a week.

She tore off a chunk of pizza and started to feed him. He gulped hungrily and she took every other bite for herself. They grinned and ate in silence for a few minutes until he felt her start to squirm in his lap.

Andy held a slice of pizza in one hand while he placed the other on her thigh. He pinched her flesh until she squealed softly, very softly, because they didn't want to wake anybody up. She gripped pizza in one hand while she reached under herself and pinched him back.

Again they giggled. "How long is this going to go on?" Andy asked finally.

"What?" She was wide-eyed.

"This." He waved his free hand about the kitchen.

She laughed deeply in her throat and it was the most mature laugh he'd heard all evening. "Until we've eaten our fill, silly. What did you think?"

He sighed as she reached under her thighs and found the end of his prick. She gave it a sharp squeeze and it responded by throbbing violently. Andy was amazed. He had never had so much desire to go off still another time-the third time that night.

Gina looked him in the eye. "You're all man. They certainly knew what they were doing."

"Who knew they were doing what?"

She waved a finger before his face. "That's for me to know and you not to find out I'm not telling secrets."

She squirmed from his lap and stood, leaning her buttocks against the edge of the sink. She still clutched a chunk of pizza and Andy also did as he rose and went to her. They touched crotches at once and slowly ground their middles back and forth as they stared into one another's eyes. The looks were steaming, like hot lead being fired across no man's land.

"Fuck me," she whispered.

"Hell, what do you think I have in mind?"

"Just fuck me, Andy. I need you to fuck me one more time. I may need you to fuck me again tomorrow, I don't know. I just know that body of yours-that prick of yours-they drive me bananas."

"All right afl right already."

Still holding pizza and occasionally biting off a chunk, Andy used his free hand to fiddle with the halter at the back of her neck. He finally loosened it and the bra fell It clung to the tips of her breasts until he pulled on a draped strap. Then everything plunged to her waist

"Sensational," he muttered. "I've never seen knockers like these."

"You haven't seen my mother's," Gina said. "She's got the best I've ever seen. Mine included."

"Impossible."

"Too bad you'll never know for yourself," she said, her voice a little bit sad.

Andy quickly forgot about Nancy as he leaned down and licked a breast. The nipple fairly hummed back at him, so happy was it to receive his personal attention once again. He licked at the other nipple and they were humming in harmony.

Gina drew in her breath sharply and her breasts grew larger with the effort She was breathing hard and her mounds pumped up and down like a couple of pistons. He watching their rapid acceleration while her free hand-she still held and ate from a chunk of pizza, too-strayed across his chest. She plucked at a few stray hairs as she went down to his belly. There she ran into the trail of fine hairs that disappeared into the waistband of his bathing trunks.

"Hey, hey," Andy gasped.

"You're as hot as ever, too, aren't you, lover?"

"Hotter."

She opened his fly and unsnapped the button at his waist. The trunks peeled away from his crotch and dropped to his knees at once. He jiggled until they fell to the kitchen floor where he kicked them away.

For his part Andy continued his work, and he didn't miss munching his pizza, either. He removed Gina's halter and then he was working at her hip. It wasn't easy with only one hand but he eventually managed the knot.

"I didn't tie it very hard," Gina said, looking down to watch as he worked. "I figured you'd be back in there before long."

"You need a slip knot or else furnish me with a knife," he muttered. "Next time I could just cut the bikini off you."

She laughed, again low in her throat, as he worked the bikini bottom from her. He loved watching it peel from her lower belly and then her crotch. He rolled it from her bottom and enjoyed seeing the white twin moons come into view. There, it was done.

They were as naked as they had been at the pool. They helped one another finish the pizza and then they wiped their oily hands on each other's breasts; God but that was erotic. Andy loved it, even as he thought vaguely of soiling the sheets. Fuck that. They'd need to go to the laundry when they were finished between them anyhow.

They held hands as they hurried from the kitchen back into the parlor. There Andy found out how the couch worked and he pulled on a tab until the thing unfolded before their eyes. There were already pillows, sheets and blankets made into a bed and they had only to strip away the blankets-the night was still warm-to make the bed ready for use.

They held hands and then they knelt on the low bed. She clung to him and he to her, as they knelt, knees together, bodies pressed tightly. They kissed, a long and lingering and tender kiss. They took their time. They had until dawn now. Nobody was going to walk in on them.

They broke the kiss. "Andy, I think I..

"Easy," he warned. "Don't commit yourself. Remember, I have responsibilities elsewhere."

She giggled. "I was going to say I think I can feel another orgasm going on inside my body. Does that affect your so-called responsibilities elsewhere?"

He laughed. "All right, touche. You got me on that one. Come on, we'll go into that last matter. We'll find out if it's really true."

They clung to one another and, as they maneuvered their bodies he felt his prick poking between her legs, just grazing the hairs of her pussy. They were still kneeling, still clinging, faintly smelling the pizza oil on their chests as they rubbed one another.

They waddled in this position to the very center of the bed where they decided, without talk, to draw their hips back from one another. This allowed Andy to take aim and Gina to position herself so that when he came forward again and she did the same they made perfect contact

"I hope I don't spoil you," he muttered as he quickly sank a half-dozen inches into her pussy. "It's not going to be this good with every guy, you understand."

She nodded, her forehead against his neck. I know. But I'll know when they're good and when they're not. Every man in my life will be measured against you, Andy."

He felt a small thrill go through him when she said these words and he shoved again. She took another three inches and then, as they wiggled, he went all the way home. His balls were flapping against her thighs.

Then they began their stroking, slowly, solidly, as though they had been screwing one another nightly for the past five years. They pumped and moaned and groaned and occasionally grunted as they neared their mutual climax.

"You're very good. You're a ten, Andy. No other man can ever be more than a nine against your ten."

"Shut up and drive," he laughed.

They both drove, harder and harder, hitting their bodies together. Soon they were beginning to come, that first trickle, that first convulsion, that first grabbing of the guts which told them things were going to happen.

Andy was losing his balance as he felt the first load of sperm race the length of his prick. His knees lost their strength and he staggered and fell, pulling Gina with him. They plunged to the bed, on their sides, still locked and not missing a stroke.

Then he was coming, pumping a fresh load from he knew not where into her waiting body. She was grasping at it like a woman dying of thirst, sucking it up into her womb and coming back for more. He gave her more, shot after shot, and then she was doing some shooting of her own. They rammed into each other, still locked on their sides.

At last the firing died down and Andy felt his prick slowly soften. But he allowed it to continue to soak inside Gina's cunt and she was content to leave it there. They somehow managed to crawl under the sheet and she reached back to snap off the lights-all without breaking contact.

They giggled once or twice in the darkness but Andy knew that sleep would quickly catch them up. They had satiated themselves-at least for the time being-and slumber would be restful. Christ, they had to have it.

Then they heard a door and they opened their eyes to see a silhouette. It was Nancy's voice that spoke in the darkness. "Andrew, we'll expect to have you here for brunch in the morning."

He wondered. Did she sound disapproving?