Chapter 8

On Saturday, the rains returned. Hard, driving rains, and wind. Halloween was close at hand, and nature seemed to be conspiring with the spirits in a grandiose dress rehearsal of the sainted night. Trees bowed their majestic heads in respect, and sometime in the early afternoon, the first distant claps of thunder were heard.

Alone in his father's plush Tower Plaza apartment, Jeff Trimble and his girl friend, Jacqui Potter, sat talking in the living room.

"Wow, Jeff, that's sure some storm were having out there!"

"Yeah, it is. The guy on the radio said the Coast Guard was issuing gale warnings, so the wind must be up to around forty knots by now.

"Oh, Jeff, did you see that flash?"

"Lightning?"

"Mmmhmm. God , isn't it exciting?"

"Not as exciting as your ass."

"Oh, Jeff, be serious!"

"You really let Benny and that hitchhiker screw you in the butt?"

"I didn't let them, Jeff - they just did it!"

"Same difference. You said you liked it."

"Yeah, I guess so, in a crazy sort of way. I came like a fountain, but I don't know if I'd ever want to do it that way again - not for a long time, anyway. I'm so sore I can hardly sit."

"I'm getting a hard on just thinking about it, Jacqui."

"God, Jeff, we just got through!"

Jeff rose from the couch and crossed to the window. He plunged his hands in his jeans pockets, and stared out at the choppy gray waters of the sound in the distance, pouting. "Want me to blow you, Jeff?"

"Aw, you don't want to, Jacqui."

"Yes I do, Jeff," she cooed lovingly, rising from the couch to stand behind him at the window. "Honest, I do!"

"Did you blow Benny?"

"No ."

"Artie?"

"No. I haven't done it for anybody, Jeff."

"How do you know you'd like it then?"

" 'Cause it's wicked. I like everything that's wicked."

Jeff spun on his heels and embraced his girl friend passionately. She was nuttier than a fruitcake, he thought, but her complete candor brought a warm smile of affection to his pouting lips. "You're something else, Jacqui," he said, kissing her on the tip of her upturned nose. "Maybe I will marry you, after all."

"Oh, Jeff!" she cried, snuggling against him. "Would you? It'd be so much fun! We could-"

"Of course, that would depend on how good a cocksucker you are," the sixteen year old teased.

"Try me!" she wrinkled her nose at him. "You can even cum in my mouth!"

It sounded almost like a challenge.

"Okay, slave, " he smiled. "Follow me to the boudoir. But we'll have to be quick, dad wants us out of here by five o'clock."

Jacqui took his offered hand, and trailed him into the beautiful Trimble master bedroom. "Oh, really? Why?"

"I don't know. Probably got some chick coming up here tonight, and he wants to get the place cleaned up first. He's quite the dude when it comes to women ... for an old guy."

"MMMmmm, I'll bet he is!"

"Don't get any ideas!"

"Have you ever seen him in action?"

Jeff shut the door behind him, cautiously slipping the lock. He turned to face his girl friend, who was busy bouncing up and down on the edge of the enormous round bed. His face was reddened in embarrassment. "Yeah, I seen him a couple of times."

"Really? I'll bet he's got a big one, doesn't he?"

"Aw, Jacqui, come on! What kind of chick are you?"

"A horny one. Hurry up and take your thing out!"

Jeff hurriedly stripped out of his Levi's and jockey shorts, and stood facing the sitting girl on the bed. Jacqui, her blouse previously unbuttoned, sat otherwise fully clothed.

"You want me to take off my clothes, too, Jeff?"

"No, I think you look pretty sexy with just your titties hanging out like that."

Jacqui inched the hem of her short skirt up to where just the fringe of her panty-less pubic mound peeked out blondely below. "How 'bout this?"

"Even better!"

Jeff arched his back then, so that his body resembled a tautly strung bow, with his rising cock thrusting out in front of him like the point of the arrow on the same level as the seated girl's lips. She gave her head a quick jerk, tossing the cascading shimmer of her golden hair out of her eyes. Then, reaching inside her mouth with pinching fingers, she withdrew something, wadded it into a tight little ball and gave it a short toss in the general direction of a wastebasket on the far side of the room.

"What the hell are you doing, Jacqui?"

"You don't want me to get bubble gum on your cock, do you, dummy?"

With a lighthearted giggle, Jacqui gripped the rigid rod of the boy's desire-aroused penis in her hand and lewdly began to jerk the adolescent's foreskin up and down in rough unpracticed motions.

"Hey, take it easy, will you? You know how to skin a cock!"

"Sorry, Jeff. I guess I'm kind of excited." Slower now, she gently squeezed a pearl of pre-coital moisture to the surface and unceremoniously swiped it away with the tip of her darting pink tongue.

"I-It's salty, Jeff!"

"Is it? I wouldn't know, myself."

In the infinity of mirrors that seemed to adorn all the walls and the ceiling of the large master bedroom, Jacqui could see herself holding and licking Jeff's passion-reddened penis from every possible angle. It was exciting to imagine what kind of "parties" Jeff's dad might throw in a room like this.

"Did Tina do this for you last night?"

"Uh-huh. For a little while, anyway."

"Is she good at it?"

"You'd better believe it!"

"I'll be better, Jeff. You tell me if I do anything wrong."

She lowered her head then, her moist pink lips parting to receive the glistening cock-head she cupped almost reverently in her palm. It reminded her of a peeled hard boiled egg as it slipped between her saliva-slickened lips.

"A-plus for lesson one!" Jeff gasped above her. "Now, be careful not to scrape it too hard with your teeth!"

She was surprised at how easily her mouth relaxed to accept his considerable size, and wondered - with a secret smile - if she weren't perhaps a "born cock-sucker".

"Good, baby, good! Now suck on it. Real slow now, that's it!"

Instinctively, judging from the slight, often nearly imperceptible twitches and moans coming from her boy friend, Jacqui knew exactly how much pressure to apply as she burrowed her tongue lewdly into the hole in his cock's tip, and how much saliva to maintain in her mouth at all times for maximum voluptuousness. He tasted strong and masculine on her sensitively swirling tongue, but not at all unpleasant. In fact, she felt as if she could very easily develop a taste for prick.

"Oh, baby! Your mouth is like warm cream!" Suddenly, she stopped. "Jeff," she said, raising her mischievously sparkling green eyes to him, "is your father really having a girl come over this evening?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Why?"

"I want to stay and watch."

"Are you nuts? If dad caught us here, he'd-"

"You've done it before, haven't you?"

"Yeah, but that's different."

"Why is it?"

"Well, to begin with, it was just me, see, and-"

"I'll be quiet, Jeff. Honest I will." She continued to stroke the painfully-swollen length of his virile young cock with her knowing fingers. "Of course, if you want to suck your own cock ... !"

"Why you conniving little bitch!" he smiled down at her. "Aw, what the hell ... Okay, for Christ's sake!"

"Oh, cool, Jeff!"

"But we'll have to be pretty goddamn quiet, understand?"

She nodded vigorously. "Sure, Jeff. Where do we hide?"

"That section of mirror on the far wall is two-way glass. Dad has a secret room built behind it. It's small, but private."

"Wow! Your dad thinks of everything, doesn't he!"

"Just about. Now, I believe you were sucking my dick?"

Jason Trimble hastily threw on his coat. He was running a little late already, and he damn sure didn't want to be late when Potter's daughter came over that evening. Damn, he still couldn't get over the fact that she was actually coming over! He could have sworn he was going to have a scrap on his hands with that Potter guy. But, you never really knew how the cards would fall - not always.

"You dropping by later on, 'Toad'?"

"I thought you had that girl coming over, Mr. Trimble."

"Yeah, that's right, 'Toad'. There'll be some left over, though. She looks like a nice healthy girl."

A frightening smile crossed the standing giant's puttyish features. "Yeah, sure, Mr. Trimble. She's a real pretty one!"

"Yes, she is," Jason nodded and, again, he wondered at the startling similarity the young blonde housewife bore to the little number Jeff had been going around with all summer. Hell, she looked enough like her to be her sister!

"What time should I come over, Mr. Trimble?"

"Oh, around seven or seven-thirty, I guess. She's coming at six, so that should give me enough time to try her out before you ruin her for anything smaller than a circus pony."

The big man's face broke into an open grin.

Nervously, Mikki Chalmers paced back and forth across the living room rug, occasionally glancing at her watch, then walking to the mirror on the closet door to primp at her hair or fidget with the spaghetti straps on the black mini cocktail dress she'd chosen for the evening. She'd only worn the dress on one other occasion - her last anniversary, as a matter of fact - but this was the first time she'd worn the daringly low-cut garment without a brassiere before, and she felt quite naked beneath it. But, in view of the circumstances, it seemed somehow in keeping to keep her garments at a minimum. The more she wore over there, the longer it would take to remove it and put it back on again - and under no circumstances did she want to prolong her ordeal any more than was absolutely necessary. In truth, she was scared half out of her wits, and couldn't even think about what lay ahead of her without getting physically nauseous. At least daddy had had enough presence of mind to get mama out of the house, taking her and the twins down to Tacoma to see aunt Janet ... "So Mikki could get some rest!" God, why did daddy ever have to get mixed up with that guy!

It was nearly time now. Mikki gave her reflection a last quick inspection. Hair? Good. Make-up? A little too heavy for normal wear, but then, a man like Jason Trimble probably liked his whores to look bitchy, anyway! Earrings? Oh, Christ, she'd forgotten to even bring any! Oh well, she'd just have to borrow a pair of mother's old-fashioned dangling rhinestone ones. Shoes? Okay. Kind of bitchy-looking, being identical to the pair Ward had bought for Jacqui, except that these were white - but okay. Let's see now, what else? A cab! God, she still had to call a taxi!

"This isn't much of a 'room', but it suits its purpose, I suppose."

"Oh, Jeff, it's super!"

The room, barely wide enough for the single short couch it contained, was carpeted and soundproofed. About ten feet long, it was actually more of a wall space than a room. There were doors at either end; the one by which they had entered, through the bathroom that adjoined the master bedroom; the other, a safety feature, opened into the rear of the hall closet.

"There's a speaker overhead, too, so we can hear everything that's going on."

"Really? Oh, cool!"

"Dad doesn't bring that many chicks up here ... unless they're pretty special. He usually takes them to the office - I guess so I won't come barging in on him."

Jacqui couldn't suppress a girlish giggle. "What would he do to us if he caught us in here, Jeff?"

"Probably kick my ass and fuck yours!"

"Oh, Jeff, c'mon! I'm serious."

"Me too!"