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The Sculptor Ch. 02

By: cantdog



Gina's Sunday morning session followed a tour of the place and the same history of the project which he'd given her mother.  On the mezzanine studio Lussac did his initial head study.  

Gina sat comfortably on a very odd ergonomic chair with no back.  One knelt on it as much as sat, but it was very easy to sit still in and held her back straight without strain.  Her blouse was off and the bra's shoulder straps down, but otherwise she was dressed as she had come.  She had a point of focus on the wall slightly up from eye level, which kept her lids high and her gaze slightly upward.

It was much like Brenda's experience, but without the heaters or the sexual edge.  Lussac worked a lump of clay into an accurate and expressive image of head and neck and that portion of her chest and back which the neck flowed into.  At the half hour point, he had stopped and she'd seen it for the first time.  She could hardly credit her own eyes, yet she'd seen that he began with wads of clay pushed onto a wire support.

The result was all Lussac could have wished, as well.  His instinct had led him to choose a girl who would be exactly right if she could hold a pose.  His feeling of suspended hope moved toward a feeling of rightness and flat confidence.  

He knew himself; that feeling was a sign that it would be one of his best.  The steps in the process to come sprang forth in his mind.  He told the girl some of them, and demanded she return in the afternoon for pose selection.  She was unsure what "pose selection" might mean, but she committed the afternoon to it anyway.

Her mother had been like a schoolgirl, cooing with delight, hanging on every word as she enthusiastically described her morning over lunch.  Hannah found it more romantic and glamorous than Gina did.

When she arrived that afternoon, there was a little surprise.

"Don't let it worry you, Gina; I'm thirty-seven years old!  I can control myself," Lussac told her.  "But you should know that you will be posing in nothing but panties and bra, and of course shoes."

"Would a two-piece suit be all right?"

"I'd rather have panties than a swimsuit, because of the strong elastic in the suits, which distorts.  And the lighter the fabric of the bra the better, for the same reason.  But there must be a bra!  I'm sorry not to make it all clear before this.  But really, what you have now is perfect, you don't need to do anything special, except that we will settle on one pair of shoes, and it will always be the same ones."

So she'd posed, and strode around looking for a good pose, in her gauzy peach underwear.  The little panties veiled but did not hide anything, and were cut very high in back.  As he'd searched for the vital stance which would express high confidence and great potential, he was businesslike and concentrated.  But he was also male; he did not ignore her naked ass and the lips clearly visible through the open weave. 

At first, she was flustered and drew her knees in, but soon she, too, was looking for a position for the figure in the North Station.  Paradoxically, she gained confidence when she saw how much he was trying to hide his interest in her gauzy peach
panties.  

Late in the session, they found it.  He circled her in a fizzy joyful mood, taking photos.  He drew pencil lines to mark her foot placement, beaming with satisfaction and suddenly oblivious to her crotch altogether.  He smiled smugly and told her she was so perfect, so perfect!

"I must have the shoes!"  He traced her feet on a piece of sumi-e paper and said he'd have them by the next day's session.  She left with two hundred fifty dollars, too, for both sessions.

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"Look, Sean, let's go someplace where we'll get a better chance to talk for a while.  I mean, I don't have a cell, and there's no ‘phone in my room, so like I'm out in the open here.  Mom's pretty cool, but--"

"You should get a cell!  But you're right: a place to talk.  Wanna just go for a walk?  There's no rain or anything tonight.  I got a band rehearsal--"

"Tonight I have something right after supper, but I'm all set after eight or eight-thirty."

"And I got rehearsal until maybe nine.  Meet me at Tanner's!  You can hear what we're working on, and afterward we can take off!"

Gina got the address and they talked for a while.  After supper she drove to Lussac's to work on the pose again.  She wore opaque underwear under the bells tonight.

The first thing was trying shoes on.  They were medium heels, rather like mary janes in the uppers.  They fit very well, no socks needed, and the arch was firm.  He was going to keep them at the studio, of course.

They found the pose again, there were a few more photos.  She set about memorizing how she would stand.  Lussac sketched her while she held it for fifteen more minutes, then let her go, saying enough for now, next week will be the first real posing sessions.  The sketches were fantastic to her.  "Like something out of Michelangelo!" she told her mother.

With a hundred twenty-five more in her pocket, she drove to Chaz Tanner's place.  The boy's father was used to comings and goings on rehearsal nights, but he was struck by something in the new girl's bearing.  A confidence, maybe.  He got her name and talked with her a minute before showing her the stairs to the basement, but her poise never deserted her.  He was disappointed to learn she was with Sean and not his son.

The band was working on an intro, a build into a complex rhythmic funk over which played freely the lead and then the vocal.  They'd built it twice since she'd been within earshot.  The vocal came in as she swung around toward them at the bottom of the stairs, and it was at that moment that she realized how good the sound-proofing was between basement and kitchen.  

The instruments were not intended for so tight a space.  Everyone wore earphones, and she wished fervently for a set of her own.  She could breathe the sound!  They cut after the first line of the verse, and congratulated each other on the intro.  In great relief, she flagged Chaz, who was looking in her direction.

"Are there any more earphones?"

"Quiet-ears!  Over on the little blue table!"

"Thanks!"  Everybody was shouting.

The orange earphone things were designed for use when shooting weapons.  She put them on and adjusted them, hoping they'd spare her hearing for another day.

Sean came over, very cheerful.  He hugged her by the waist and kissed her forehead.  "It's great to see you again, Gina!  Have you met everyone?"

"I know Chaz and Nick."

"You should inflate the ear things," advised Sean, "or those won't do much!"

She checked.  They each had a little stem to blow into.  Great.  But she was going to do it!  Sean and Chaz introduced Bill Oakshire, the massive and phlegmatic man on drums, and Felix Caccioppo, the vocalist.  She nodded hello while puffing into the little orange collars and shutting the stems with her tongue.

After the rehearsal, all the meat was still vibrating on her bones, or at least that was the sensation she had.  But she could hear quite well.  Bill offered to take them out to Dysart's, but they declined.  Cynthia Brown, Tori Hills and Deanna, Sean's ex, were upstairs when they came up.  A lot of the group did go to Dysart's.  The truck stop was always open, and they had a fondness for it.

"Enough about me," Gina started in, "Let's talk about you for a minute!"

Sean smiled.  "Always willing!"  The two of them had gone to the first street corner entirely without speaking.

She asked him about Bald Soprano and what sort of plans they had, and the discussion spread from there.  They made choices about which street to take because they led further away or because they looked quieter, and once because the one they were on had a skunk in it.  By the time they were choosing streets because they led back to Tanner's place, they had gotten to know a lot more about one another.

Gina got home late, but she was absolutely sober, and she seemed serene.  Hannah didn't press; she kissed her and wished her good night.

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The hot, strappy shoes clacked up the flagstones to the two-paned door; it opened before she had come halfway.  Lussac had a glass of the Chardonnay for her.

He handed it to her and hugged her hello, smiling.  "You look smashing!  Or I think it's 'brilliant' now?"

"Thank you!" Brenda replied, taking the wine and accepting and returning the hug.  The man was not flabby, and he, too, had strong arms from his stone carving, although his, unlike Six's, were more pronounced in forearm and wrist.

She turned facing him, like a dance, and spun herself inside.  "I've never been called smashing before!  But I think you're the brilliant one.  Is my robe up in the guest room?"

"It is.  Would you mind if I sketched you in it before the actual session?  Just your face and shoulders?"

"Sure!  That'd be wonderful!  I'll be right down!"  Lussac watched her from behind all the way up the staircase in the heels.  So fine she is, he confirmed to himself.  He moved across to the bar.

"Is that me?"

"You're down already!  You won't need to keep the shoes on just yet, relax.  Yes, of course it's you, I did it from the photos.  Do you like it?"

A conté drawing, finished in surface, unmistakeably Lussac's work, stood on the floor leaning against the sideboard where Lussac was standing.  It was of Brenda's face, neck, fingers and breasts, as she'd been on the pillows in the mezzanine.

"It's brilliant!"

Lussac had been swirling the wine gently in an ice bucket.  He wiped his fingers on a blue broadcloth napkin and lifted the mounted sketch to the easel right nearby.  Now it gleamed in the pinkish glow from a track light in the ceiling.

"I'll put it up where you can see it better.  It's flawed because it has, still, some of the camera's disproportion; but you may certainly have it if you do really like it."

"The camera's disproportion?"

"Cameras do not see with true perspective.  I can tell every time if the sketch was from life or was a photo.  So could you.  One fashion magazine will acquaint your eye with the distortion of the lens.  All you have to do is compare that to the next real person you see: you can learn it in an afternoon.  There are not so many deep secrets
to art, I'm afraid."

"This is for me?"

"I certainly do hope you will accept it.  Take the couch and get--"

"I can't believe it!  Thank you, Mr. Lussac!"  She was quite elated.

"You're very welcome, Miss Auclair!"

"Brenda, really, just Brenda.  Gawd!  This is brilliant!"

"Then let me be Charles.  I had no idea," he lied, "that you'd get so much pleasure from this!"

"You wouldn't believe!"  She was just wriggling.

"Then you certainly must have it.  I'll have Charlie at the frame shop mat it for you.  You can pick it up Thursday-- if you wouldn't mind modeling again Thursday?"

"I'll model Thursday!  I think-- wait-- yes, I can do that.  But can I just have it now?"

"If you prefer, but it costs to mat them.  You don't have to worry, I'm not going to change my mind, you know."  He couldn't catch her eye for long, she was still absorbed with the drawing. 

"Take the couch, now, get comfortable.  I want to sketch you, remember?"

"Oh!  Sure.  How do you want me?"

"Just look at me, we'll talk right along, and while we talk I'll sketch.  I really just need you not to hop around a lot and to look right at me a good part of the time, even if I'm not really being very fascinating.  As a favor."

She laughed.  "You said shoulders, though?"

"Please, I like them."

"Well, then, that sounds easy."

"I'm going to have some of the Chardonnay, do you want--"

"Yes, thanks." She was going to get up with the glass, but he had her sit and poured for her.  She turned and pulled her legs up under her, turned the robe down and pulled it open so her shoulders came out, and then laid an arm along the couch top.  That pushed her robe up over her shoulder again, so she fussed with it while he assembled an easel and paper, pencils and so on, quite close.

Eventually she was set and he just began to talk with her.  He allowed each thing she told him to lead easily to the next, so that without asking very much he had her speaking at great length about herself.  She described her family life, her ideas about her future and how she wanted to get there.  She said she felt the need not to get entangled too early so that she could make a career for herself.

While she talked and started a third glass, he did a sketch and sipped his own.  Then another one-- "Take one arm completely out and lay it along-- exactly, thank you, Brenda."

"D'you want my boobs, too?"

"If you don't mind...?"

"How's this?"

"Oh, that's really lovely.  Brilliant!"

She laughed.  "Brilliant!" she repeated, and laughed again.  "I really liked that first one."

"I did, too, you're a good model."  He set pencil to paper.  "I want a little more light, Brenda; please don't disturb yourself."

He went to a switch console and raised the illumination on her, then returned.  The second sketch went along.  "Make the nipples stand up for me, would you?"

"Sure."  She rubbed the cold wet glass against them, and up they went.

"Clever," he said.

"Brilliant, even!"

"So you feel your father doesn't agree about the college...?"  He drew more from her, had her stiffen the nipples again, finished the sketch, and showed her what he'd done. 


Her hand didn't contain a glass, but reposed in her flannel-draped lap; otherwise it was to the life.  She evaluated it.  "Ooh!"

"Yes, this is a very good one.  I shall work on it more and see what can be made of it.  You're very graceful, and the sketch came out very nicely.  A keeper," he said, laying it carefully on the sideboard.

"It doesn't have that camera look at all," she said.  She was a little tipsy.

"No, you're quite right.  You have the eye already."

"You like me, don't you?"

"I think you know that, Brenda."

"We can start the nude part now, can't we?"

"I'd like that."

"I know.  Sit on the couch, Charles."

"Yes."

"There!"  The robe fell at her feet.  She twisted slowly side-to-side to display herself to him, smiling shyly, flushed in the face.  "I'll put the shoes on; stay right there, okay?"

"Yes."  This was a new experience for Lussac personally.  He'd seen it before, though.  If they think you are an immortal, they will fuck you.

She returned, shoes in hand, and turned away from him to put them on.  This was a process requiring bending over quite a little bit, it seemed!  "Lick it for me, Charles!" requested she, speaking from between her knees-- and he did. 

She spread her stance, planting the heels a yard apart, hands on knees, making little mews of joy.  He pulled himself deeper into the place between her taut and creamy buns, using both strong hands.  She moved to accommodate, and stroked his crotch.

There was a lot of meat there.  "This is more interesting than just stiff nipples," she purred.  "Please-- get it out where I can suck it!  Condoms?"

"Top drawer on the left in the sideboard."

"Excuse me a second, then."

Charles disrobed, remaining standing.  His feet moved the robe to join his clothes off to one side.  Having found one and checked it, she squatted, still on the heels, and applied the sheer latex with her mouth.  Her nipples moved teasingly across his legs, her eyes looked up into his.  

"Suck me!  Deep, Brenda!"

"Oh, yes!" she said with fervor.  Lussac understood he was expected to assume direction.

She sucked, then she throated him, opening her jaw and driving her head down solid.  She bobbed her head down there; obscene noises came loudly into the room from her open throat!  Closing her lips on him again, she pulled back to the head, licked it rapidly, then drove down again.  Lussac was slit-eyed, his excitement ramped up, he wanted all of her, all at once. 

"I'm going to sit, Brenda, I wish to finger you!"

"Mmm!"  He dropped to the couch and she stayed on him, then curled around to allow him to reach.

"Now turn for me a little... yess...you do suck so well..."

One hand played firmly with the large soft breasts, the other sank into slick cuntflesh, stretching and opening it, pistoning into it and then revolving on the lips in slow circles.  

"Lick my balls, now, lick 'way down low!  Aaah, you're so very fine, so sweet.  Oh!"  He put one heel up on the couch and leaned away, letting her tongue wash over his anus.  "Oh, gods...!  Oh, Brenda, that is exquisite!"

She came out to tell him, "I brought lubricant;  it's in the pocket of the robe!" and then returned to her worshipful attentions.

"Fabulous," he said, "I will have to be sure to save some cock--" He pushed a strong fingertip onto her tightly-closed anus-- "for this!"

One slim young hand came around to pull at her cheek, to open the anal passage for him.  He sucked his finger and explored in there a little, then requested she suck him again and straddle his head.  He lay down and she obliged with a whole heart.  The two of them devoured each other without speech for a while.  

Whenever he felt in danger of losing his control he would simply slap her ass and request more anal tongue work until he'd calmed down again.  In the meantime, she was climbing toward her first peak!

Lussac was nothing if not a craftsman.  He bent all his will to it and she had another fine climax soon after the first.  He let her breathing regularize and issued new orders.  She had a leg high as he'd told her, so he could slide nearly to the hilt in her very wet and open pussy.  Alarm showed in her narrowed mouth.

He spoke hypnotically in his warm baritone, soothing her into relaxing again.  She'd never felt anything like it.  His masterful and easy air gave her confidence, and the sensation became very pleasant indeed.

He had her pull her leg back and up and came in deeper.  Bending down, he kissed her, and she sucked his tongue while he worked his cock in the sweet youthful sheath.  Another order!  She turned and bent over for some forceful pounding.  Another order!  He sat again and she straddled him, riding her art god hard.  

He locked eyes with her and told her her pussy was his, that she was his, that she was going to come now riding his cock...

As he talked, she bit her lower lip and mewled, grinding herself onto him.

"Give me your tits now, Brenda," he said softly.  

At the new angle, with the heels planted on the floor, she gave herself another soft, long orgasm.  His tongue at her nipple seemed to call in an electric nervous line right into the heart of her spasming pussy.  It went on and on!  She became weak but he held her weight easily and jacked his hips upward with tender force to stretch her come out even longer.

He was no longer a young man, and the effort of that last performance left him fatigued.  He stood, the girl still impaled on him, and swung her up with his arms, to lay her gently down on the couch.  Sweating now, he smiled at her.  She was staring in a hypnotized way and still not fully returned from her peak. 

He stepped back, breathing and drinking her in.  What a beauty she was; what skin she had!  How her hair gleamed with highlights!

He bent and lifted the robe.  There it was; he fished it out.  Her eyes focused on the tube between his fingers and she gave a wicked smile.  A glance told her he was still rock hard.  She slid her fingers over his cock and told him what she wanted.

"Fuck my ass, baby.  I want that up my ass!"  With a slinky movement, she curled and rolled, ending on her knees back to, looking expectantly over her shoulder.  She wagged her rump and grinned.


The Sculptor Ch. 02



"Drop your head down!"

"Fuck it, Charles, please!"

His fingers landed in it and plunged in, then circled to lubricate and stretch.

"Mine.  Yes, this is mine now."

Back out, then in again with even more.  He stiffened the two fingers and rhythmically fucked it.  "I'm going to come in your ass, Brenda," he announced.

"I want it!"  His cock now sat at the entrance. "Push it in, I'm begging you, push it... ahhh, God!"

She raised her head like a cobra as he poured inch after inch through the tight opening into the warm darkness beyond.  One long merciless slow push to drive his enormous member forward into the young woman's ass.  He didn't go to the hilt; he knew how large he was.  But she would accommodate.  

"Oh my God-- Charles, you're so God damn big!"  Her fingers rolled her clit; she kept her head low.

"Yes.  And you will feel all of it.  Give me it.  Open and give.  Open all the way, that's very good."  He slid up slowly and back down with deliberate and controlled force. 

"Open yourself.  You are mine, now.  Yes, better, wider.  Yes, Brenda.  I will take you now."

He had given himself a little time to recuperate with all this business.  But he spent all he had left now, driving the long cock in, holding her sweet cheeks, giving himself rein-- taking her ass solely for his own pleasure.  His orgasm, long delayed, came with astonishing force.  Brenda felt, unbelieving, the girth of his cock become even larger as he came.  Shuddering and moaning, he exploded at last.  She actually had a little one just from feeling it.

They rolled together to the couch when at last he withdrew.  Brenda sighed with utter content.  Greg was not in the same league.

"I hardly feel right about paying you for the posing session; it seems insulting now," he said after they'd rested in each other's arms on the couch a while.

"Please don't," she replied.

"Can I still see you Thursday evening?"

"Yes! Oh, yes, and any time!"

She rested and joked and received his endearments, then showered and dressed and went home.  She felt delivered into another, more exalted world.  

She sighed happily as she went to bed.  "And I feel wonderfully fucked!  Fucked right out!"  She told herself aloud.  She laughed and snuggled into her pillow, falling asleep with the scenes from Lussac's replaying in her imagination.

Brenda was still on air all the next day.  She had a date with Greg that evening, and that had come to mean really exciting sex.  Greg had always loved to fuck, but since she'd opened her ass to him, he was extremely concerned that she have the finest time possible.

And now she had a dream relationship with this, pardon the pun, old master!  Lussac.  Never had she felt so exquisitely appreciated and understood; never so thoroughly satisfied on every level.  Greg had astonishing endurance and vigor, but Charles went to her soul!  

And he was so strong!  She recalled his steady arms lifting her off his hard cock like a little china doll, holding her up when she went so weak from coming so powerfully. 

 And his eyes, with their dear little crinkles on the sides of them, had looked right through her.  The drawings and sketches had laid her bare, his quiet voice had made her pussy tingle just by offering her wine.

Thinking of being alone with either of them made her breathing tight and her pussy start drooling.  Sixth period she looked in a mirror and saw a wet spot had come out where she'd been sitting and daydreaming, right through everything.  Thank God she had dark pants!  If it had been a skirt she'd have gone home to change.  

"I hope nobody can smell how horny I am," she thought.  "Maybe I ought to go home anyway!"

In her present state, she wasn't learning much in class!  But she would gladly have lived her whole life in that state, she felt.  Or better, in the arms of her men!

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Gina saw Sean in Trig and in English, but now they sought each other out everywhere.  Little touches by the lockers between class, little glances in the classroom, long talks on the phone.  But aside from the time in the theater when he'd stolen a breast, there'd been nothing sexual between them.  Even when they'd gone dancing, they'd spent most of the time talking.

And kissing.  Some.

"I gotta start something with Sean, or it'll turn to stone and fall right off, leaving me like a Barbie doll, with nothing down there at all," she told herself.  "You want him, Gina, face it.  Dress for success and give him the green light!"  She'd have to feel better if she did.  Mr. Lussac saw more of her than her boyfriend ever had.  She dialed his number.

"Sean, I got two things.  First, I want to see you tonight, can we do that?"

"I'm rehearsing early, since it's Wednesday; we get done about eight or a few minutes after, unless there's a new song.  Want to walk again?"

"Then you play out Saturday, right?"  She was stalling.  She shifted the 'phone to her other ear and made sure no one was in earshot.

"Right.  The Brick Church.  What's your other thing?"

Gina took a deep breath.  She was going to go through with it.  "I need to make a choice and I decided to take your advice.  I won't take 'I have no opinion' on this subject, I warn you."

"I am Solomon.  State your choices."

"Okay, here goes.  Okay.  I have a short... fuzz, kinda soft, just on the lips, because I always used to leave a patch of hair on the top.  So what I need to know is, do I make it all slick? Or leave the little short fuzz?  I'm still leaving the patch on top, but I always trim that part all neat."

"Slick."

"Want to drive tonight instead of walk?"

"Yes!  How about now?"

"I need to do a few things to my hair, and you have a rehearsal.  Eight-fifteen at Tanner's?"

"Yes.  Gina?  I...  I'm really happy.  I'll see you soon, Gina babe."

"Me too.  I mean, yes!"

And Gina did a few things to her hair.

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Hannah was thirty-five.  She'd arrived at an age when she ought to know herself.  But she called Lussac just as soon as she was sure he'd be home from the high school.  It was as if something had ripened and this was the day to pluck it from the vine.

"Hello, Mr. Lussac, this is Hannah Noble, Gina's mother.  I wonder if I could visit?  Tonight, I mean, after dinner, and just talk a bit."

"I was going to balance the checkbook.  Please, do come.  It will save me from drudgery."

"I don't want to be a bore--"

"Nonsense!  Please put that out of your mind, Mrs. Noble.  Six?  Seven?"

"I think seven.  I have to feed the children--"

"It will be a pleasure."

Her mother said of course, I'd be delighted to take Anthony for an evening.  Tony was eleven and still liked the idea of going to Grammie's.  Her daughter wanted to see her bassist after his rehearsal, so she felt free.

And yet, she didn't know why; she didn't ask herself the question.  Lussac had an idea about it, though.  If they think you are an immortal...

He might grow to enjoy being an immortal.

Charles beamed warmly to see her.  "Mrs. Noble!  Thank you for coming."

"Please, call me Hannah.  What smells so good?"

"I've made a flan.  You cannot say no, Hannah.  Do have some."  Charles could speak in double entendres if he put his mind to it.  

"I will light a fire and we can share this sweetness together.  I have armagnac... will you join me?"

She'd have to get home a bit later, but... "Yes, I will!"

  _______________

Deanna snaked in and gave Bill a foretaste of her mouth even before he'd managed to stow his kit.  They were headed to his apartment, to exchange his drugs for her pussy; Bill was nearly as willing to have a brief rehearsal as Sean was.  But if she'd been trying to make Sean uncomfortable to see her with Bill, it was a flop.  Sean hardly took note of the event.  Gina herself only barely acknowledged the rest of the universe.  They orbited each other like twin planets out to Sean's car.

Sean stopped the car only a block away and the two of them kissed like tomorrow would never come.  Eventually, she tittered and said they ought to
find someplace a little more private.  

Sean put it in gear and set out for the harness race track, which was reliably deserted.  With only moonlight, the two kissed again.  Sean had something he wanted to say, and he interrupted the proceedings to let her know.

"I've fallen in love with you, Gina."

"Me too, but let's not talk about it right now, okay?"

He shut up then, but it had still been the right move.  She took the base of his cock in her fingers and unsnapped her bra.

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Lussac had Hannah talking.  She was speaking about her wish for relief from the absorbing responsibilities of her work and her children.  They were finally prospering, due to her tenacious determination to finish nursing school, but she wished for something more.

She stared at the flames in the Franklin stove, sipped her armagnac, and poured out her heart.  Lussac listened with sympathetic patient attention. 
Whenever she faltered, he elicited more.

At one moment his glass was empty, and she suddenly realized she'd been unloading on the poor man most of the evening.  Her eyes went wide.  She was more appalled the more she thought of it, but in fact it hadn't been even forty minutes.  She told him she ought to go, and was about to apologize, but he wouldn't listen to that.

"You mustn't desert me yet!  Come see the study of Gina's head.  Did she mention it?"

She had.  Hannah thought she'd been told all about Gina's sessions at the sculptor's, because she'd always asked her, every time she returned from here.  But there had never been any mention of the gauze underwear, for instance.  Still, the bust of her daughter was an irresistible thing.

He took her deeper into the building, to the studio space and up.  Lights went on ahead of them, he spoke earnestly and passionately of how perfect Gina was for the character of the young traveler, how easily she'd learned the craft of posing, how inspiring she was. 

"I am so lucky to have found her out of all the world.  Such cheekbones, such classic proportions!  And now that I see you, I know why she has these things.  She will be as great a beauty one day as you are, I'm sure of it."

"You're talking nonsense, Charles."  But she knew very well that he wasn't, not entirely.  She had indeed been a great beauty at twenty-two.  She had thought, one day, at that golden age, that there was nothing she couldn't make a man do, just for a smile from her lips.  There had indeed been that moment of radiance, and she hadn't remembered it for a while.

"No!  I have eyes; you will never convince me nobody else has ever seen how splendid you are.  Gina will be--"

"Were, maybe."

"No!  Here it is.  It is only a sketch, really--"

"It's Gina!"  The clay head study worked its spell.

Hannah's heart ached to see that another person so clearly perceived her daughter for the sterling person she was.  She met Lussac's eyes and melted into tears.  He placed a strong steady arm around her, not insisting, and spoke to allow her to recover.

"Doing this, that first day, I saw that my instinct had led me truly, beyond all hope.  This will be the center of the composition, the focus.  If only the girl can hold a pose, I said, it will be a masterpiece!  I knew!  I saw, as the bust took shape."

"She is beautiful," agreed her mother, letting herself settle into the supporting arm.  "She doesn't know, even..."

"Exactly true!  You are wise.  She doesn't yet realize.  I chose her to stand for confidence, for potential.  A person whom everyone would know was destined for great things.  I thought I was going to create, merely, the illusion of such a person, but she is one in every way.  She does not need me."

Hannah turned her head in the hollow of his muscular shoulder to see his face as he spoke these last words.  He seemed utterly sincere.  She sniffled.

He released her then, but his fingers tugged at her palm ever so gently, and she let that pressure lead her a step or two.  "Here, Hannah.  One thing I always have here is pieces of rag!  Please."

As she wiped up he held her by the waist.  "You must be very proud."

"She's so fine," Hannah began, but it made her cry again.  She couldn't seem to stop; the tears welled from deep in her heart.  Lussac enfolded her in those steady strong arms and she leaned on his chest and wept a moment.   He was a rock of soothing calm for her, but he also stroked her spine up and down.  It was doubtless merely to comfort, but she reacted like a cat and snuggled into him.

She stroked his shoulders then, and he squeezed her once and touched her hair and the side of her face.  Then he traced her jawline, tipping her chin up, and kissed her on the mouth.  Her arms went around his neck and she pressed herself against him in a rush of passion.

He spoke her name, she returned his, and they embraced even more definitely.  Her breast came to his hand, she cupped his buttock and placed a thigh between his.  Her tongue sought his in a deep kiss, he slid her dress higher up, and she unbuttoned his shirt and kissed his nipple.

He lifted her and bore her to the posing dais.  Laying her down gently on the corduroy pillows, he nibbled down her neck and ran a hand under her skirt.  "Yes," she said.  "Oh, God, Charles, it's been so long!"  She unzipped him and fumbled hungrily to be able at last to suck.

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Brenda came under Greg's tongue and once she could speak, begged him to fuck her ass again.  These were the very words Greg wanted most to hear. 
While he lubricated her she sucked him, and as soon she felt prepared she held him and jammed him into her with both hands.

He slitted his eyes and slammed into her ass with as little control as an animal.  She'd driven him out of his mind for a minute, and the sensation of being ravished so irresistibly made her lose it too!  She squealed mindlessly, eyes closed, savoring the hot friction of the young lust-mad boy in her rectum.

Something in the note of that noise brought him around and he got himself under better control.  He still had the lube in one hand and squirted a little extra in, then set about methodically making this the most memorable session they'd ever had.

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Sean had imagined opening up his new love like a flower, but she covered him with a condom and took him into her sopping pussy as soon as her pants were out of the way, and rode him madly.  Her stark lust was infectious. 

The two naked teenagers rutted shamelessly and almost artlessly for nearly half an hour, slamming each other and kissing, turning over as each tired out, to let the fresher one take over the relentless effort.

"God, Gina, I've come twice, I ought to change to a new one!"

"Oh, shit!"  The idea that she might get pregnant brought her back to herself.  They paused, panting.  Then they saw what they looked like and laughed.

They made corrections, though; then Sean decided to lick her, and she shifted around to take him into her mouth.  Very shortly the two were as obsessively intense as before, slurping and sucking like the hoop snakes of legend swallowing each other's tails.

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Hannah was naked and glowing in the lights on the dais, socketed deeply on the sculptor's curved cock and working her hips in a circular motion.  Her teeth were bared in a grin and the man felt for once he might have taken on someone who was too much for him.

She lifted people in her job; she was on her feet working or moving fast for hours each shift, only to come home to two growing children and a household to maintain.  He was strong, but she was in very good shape and had the endurance of Ajax!  Her body was more splendid and youthful than he had supposed, she was magnificent, but he was only human and a woman at thirty-five is at her sexual peak.

He was attempting to formulate, in his mind, a dignified way to beg her for mercy.  So far, doing that had kept him from actually coming, so that he'd maintained his erection for a very long time.

But he was dog-tired and she seemed as fresh and willing as ever.  He had already subsided and put her more or less permanently on top, but he was feeling no more effective than a mere mattress with a spike coming up out of it.  The woman was incredible!  Insatiable!

"Please.  Hannah, I can't!  I must rest!"

"Of course, Charles; just come.  Come, I want it.  That's a good boy..."

"Ahh! Ahh...!"  The spasms began, he was helpless; then she used her muscles to squeeze him!  Twice, three times!  He could only moan and then only
babble.

"I can see you like that," she purred.  He babbled some more.  She was amused, called him a dear man, stroked his forehead and kissed him tenderly.

She retained his softening member for a while longer, because she was reluctant to relinquish the fullness.

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Her daughter and her young man had come to the end of round two, as it were, and spent some few minutes declaring their love for one another.  It was suddenly important to be close and to talk.  Much that they'd said to each other earlier had to be said again, because now they wanted to fit it into a life and a future together.

They found each other precious and treasured each other with fingers and lips, and soon passed into a lengthy and tender third round, moving to the
ancient rhythm in a stream of loving words and kisses.  It was quite different from the explosive and desperate coupling of an hour before, and very sweet and fulfilling.

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Brenda and Greg had worn each other out for the evening and he dropped her home.  Feeling loose and free, he made a visit to Bill's for some dope.  Deanna was still there on the couch, but she hadn't much to say.  Bill was distracted and businesslike, so Greg bought weed and left without much socializing.

Bill turned to Deanna and told her to come to bed again, and the girl complied dreamily.  He was much more coherent than she was, and he talked her into agreeing to be tied to the bed, splayed open.

She accepted a thick dildo in her anus and took some pulls from the crack pipe.  He worked the big toy and had her suck him, then replaced it with his cock, going ass to mouth to ass again, pinching her nipples and fisting her wide stretched cunt. 

Eventually he came, grunting and spraying on her face, and it was over for a while.  He released her after a few minutes and requested more sucking after they had passed the pipe back and forth.

She awoke naked and crusted all over her face and hair, aching from the muscle strain of being tied up.  Bill was asleep and she took some of his drugs.  She washed in his sink, replaced her clothes and went home to change.

When Bill awoke he found her gone, which suited him.  He also found a note: Call me! Deanna with the number of her cell phone.  But he felt like calling Irene that morning.  It had been a little while, and Irene would be willing to make some compromises.

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Hannah and her host got dressed, and as they did it was Charles who talked about his life and his plans.  He wanted her to know him and to appreciate him.  She asked him to call the next day, she was flattered by his seeming infatuation and she admired him immensely anyway.

Lussac saw her to her car and kissed her fervently before letting her go to collect her son.  Perhaps he wasn't cut out to be an immortal for very long.

Hannah found Tony absorbed in a cluster of Star Wars figures, and found her mood had improved enough to let her relax and pass an hour with her mother.  She never said what made her so optimistic, but the woman had an impression that her Hannah was looking forward with more hope than before.  It was very good to see her so content.  Tony was fading fast, though, and mother and son took their leave.




The Sculptor Ch. 02



She came home before Gina did, and had Tony squared away for bed, nearly, by the time her daughter arrived.  

"You look very happy, Gina," she remarked. 

Gina hesitated a bit, but took the plunge, telling her mother she was in love with Sean Fairborn, and that they'd talked all evening long about just about everything, which was true if you didn't count the time spent fucking.

Her mother was very happy for her, and was moved to confess that she'd done nearly the same at Charles Lussac's that evening, which was true if you didn't count the time they'd spent fucking.

"My God, Mom, do you think he's in love with you or something?"

"I think definitely maybe!  He's such a sweet man, Gina!"

"Really!  Oh, Mom, that's super!"

"I hope it is, anyway.  I feel like celebrating, how about you?"

"Yeah!  I won't sleep for hours!"

The two women opened a bottle of méthode champenoise and talked cozily for a while until they felt they could sleep.  It wasn't hours, it was in fact only minutes; they were sleepier than they realized.  Good sex will do that.

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Lussac was in conflict.

Brenda, eighteen years old for heaven's sake, now ardently wishing not just sex with him but wide open, sky's-the-limit sex, with no strings attached, was coming over that night.  And his evening attempting to seduce Hannah Noble had been crowned with supreme success the night before!  He should have been strutting, grinning, feeling like a master biped!  He'd never been so on top of his game, and yet here he was wishing he could tell Brenda no.

His effort to win Brenda had been one of the shrewdest and most sophisticated seductions ever in his life; he was proud of it, but he was reluctant now to capitalize on it.  He'd fallen head over heels for Hannah, he could see that.  And Hannah would not know if he took the girl again!  And she wanted him to, and the gods knew he wanted her to!

And the conté drawing was back now from the framer's.  Charlie had used a muted rose mat, which he agreed with, the colors wanted some pink, but every time he saw it he felt guilty again, because he'd only done it in the first place to open those sweet legs.

"Hell!  That thing has to go away no matter what else happens!  It's accusing me!  But I hadn't started with Hannah then, I was free then!"

He muttered to himself, he moped all the way to the high school despite the swirl of memories-- the legs, hips, lips, nipples of both superb women-- going through his mind.

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Sean had driven himself to get up very early and had hiked across town in the early morning light, with the mist still rising over the stream, to catch the same bus that Gina used.  Getting up early isn't natural for a bass player!

But he wanted to see her and talk with her for just twelve minutes more than he would have if he'd taken his own bus.  He was in fact very early, and he waited at her stop a while before she arrived.  She was flattered.  They talked and
held each other's hands until the last possible moment when they had to go to their separate homerooms.


to be continued...



The Sculptor Ch. 03



Irene Giles wasn't in homeroom that day. At the moment she was being marked absent she was trudging into town on Main Street to spend the day with Bill, or, with any luck, just the morning. Shaky and irritable, she'd thrown up dry that morning. She knew what she needed, and she was going there as fast as she could, before he changed his mind.

She'd made herself up with extreme rave eye shadow and worn a schoolgirl skirt and blouse torn artfully open and pinned together with glittery safety pins. The rips showed enough skin to make it clear she was wearing no underwear at all underneath, just the fishnets and the garter belt to hold them up. It was all hidden by the black trench, but she could shrug that off and have Bill's attention right away. 

God knew what she'd have to do. Bill wasn't cruel, though, just purposely degrading. If he hurt her it was always just because he was too zonked to notice he was doing it. Things could be worse.

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Working her usual day keeping patients alive in the hospital, Hannah found herself singing softly and happily as she moved along from room to room. Life seemed full of promise. She realized Lussac had set out to seduce her, but she also had seen his eyes those last minutes. 

He was smitten! And so was her daughter. Gina was so darling telling her about it! And so was she herself! What would life be like with a sculptor?

She wanted to try to see Charles again that evening. If he was working, though, it might distract him if she were there, or even if she were just waiting in another part of the house. He obviously wanted to talk longer with her the night before, but there'd been Tony to think of. None of these problems seemed large or important, and she sang to herself again, going to the next patient.

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"Ah, Gina!"

"Hello, Mr. Lussac!"

"Gina, I have to know when your mother gets off work." Gina had come to her art class as she did every Thursday. The room was full of students already, so he'd waited outside his door for her.

"Her shift ends at two-thirty and she's home by three or quarter of, or later sometimes, depending on what's happened."

"Three."

"She told me you and her were up talking all evening!"

"I'm glad she did. I want to see your mother much more often. You don't resent that, I hope?"

"I think it's brilliant!" There was that word again. "Mom seemed really happy."

"She did?"

"Well, of course!" The bell rang and they went in.

"Of course; I see. Thank you, Gina." Three, he thought. Very well. I will call. "It is our third week," he began, receiving a respectful silence, "and some of you do not have a project selected. I need Catherine Dow and Chaz Tanner at my desk. These things mustn't be put off! The rest of you, gather your sketching materials, please, and set up somewhere so you can see the iguana. Do not touch or move swiftly near the poor beast, please."

Seeing Catherine's freckled cleavage approaching started a train of thought. He hadn't seen Brenda all day, and he was happy for that mercy. If there were a scene it were better done at his place, in private! The stools scraped noisily as they set up ringing the central table with the seven-foot green animal on it. "Ladies and gentlemen! Please move softly, for the sake of the lizard! Thank you, much better."

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Her voice was shaken intermittently as he plowed into her ass. "But Bill, I have to be home that night! Couldn't I do it tomorrow, or Sunday?" 

Bill paused a second to survey her. She had dyed her pussy hair candyfloss pink, and she had really firm high tits. She lay on his couch with her knees behind her shoulders and her hands holding each other under her hips. Limber! He shoved his cock deep into her ass again, making her face squinch up, watching her little pussy distort from the movement underneath it, and her tits bounce with each stroke. He fucked in his walking rhythm again and carried on the conversation.

"Okay, tomorrow's Friday. Can you spend the night here tomorrow?"

"I'd like to," Irene lied, "but I gotta be home by like one or so, I guess."

Feeling his orgasm coming on, Bill lifted off the girl. "Just a second! Oh, Christ, suck it, quick!" 

Irene uncurled and came up, mouth open, but his first shot splashed on her nostrils. She clamped her lips on and took the rest into her mouth, swallowing as he grunted and swore. He turned and flopped beside her on the couch, puffing out air. She licked her upper lip and wiped at her face with a little thin hand. She was thin and small and not very well muscled. Her ribs showed a little. She rubbed at her anus and pouted. "That went real deep!"

"Sorry, baby, I didn't mean to hurt you. Look, about tomorrow: you can go home after midnight, that'll work. Lick this off, wouldja? Thanks. You can do the guys in the evening. It'll rule."

"Okay, sure."

"And then do me afterwards, all night until midnight or so."

"I toldja I would!"

"Fuckin A!" Bill shook his head. "Okay, here you go, then. More tomorrow, okay?" 

The oxy was the whole point, for Irene.

"Thanks, Bill. Can I go?"

"Yah, go ahead, get dressed. I got to meet someone in about an hour, anyway. Be sure and shave it right bald for the guys."

"Okay. See you tomorrow." Irene padded over to her clothes and got herself together. She still had a little drop on her cheek. Bill scratched himself, watched her awhile, and then searched his drawers for some clean boxers. "I gotta do some laundry," he remarked.

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Lussac was still in school at three, but he made an opportunity to get to a 'phone. He got Gina.

"Mom! It's Mr. Lussac!" she called. Lussac could hear them talking. "I was thinking it was my boyfriend!" Gina told her, and laughed.

"Oh my God, did you say anything to him or something?"

"No but it's funny, 'cause now both of us will be on the 'phone--"

"I don't think so, honey, but it is funny. We'll have to wonder which of us has a man calling now, won't we?"

Lussac gathered his dignity. Then he thought about it, and he had to chuckle too. When you look ridiculous, sometimes it's because you really are ridiculous, he reflected. 

"Charles? It's Hannah. Are you at home?"

"No. There is the musical. And the iguana."

"You mean the lizard iguana?"

"Yes, Gina can tell you about it. Fred belongs to Charlie at the frame shop downtown; he lends him to the art classes. The idea that a teacher's day is over at two-thirty would make the coaches and the band director laugh more than anyone; I don't complain. The iguana is a very popular subject."

"I was hoping to see you again soon; is tonight possible?"

"I was to have been working, but there may be a problem with the model. It is complex. Let me call you later. Even if I'm working you are welcome, and we need to speak, I think; but tonight, I think it's better if I call to let you know when. Can you forgive me?"

"Could you come by here for supper, perhaps? I did eat some of your flan."

"Yes, marvelous! I have to meet Tony."

"Good!"

"It is good. I want to see you... I want to see you very much, Hannah."

The feeling was mutual.

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"Felix, dude!!" came out of the cell phone. Felix adjusted the handsfree.

"Wazzup?"

"You wanna get the band together tomorrow, like eight, maybe, at my place?"

"You want me to call them?!"

"Naw, man, I'll call people, I'm callin' you, right? So listen, it's a party, right?"

"Sure, Friday night, no problem!"

"And I got a girl, man, she's gonna strip for us, too."

"A stripper?"

"No, just a girl I know, she'll strip and like hang out naked, I got blacklight paints and we can paint her. And maybe even more than that if she gets high enough, you know?"

"Jesus, how did...? Okay, I can do that. And you're calling the other guys?"

"Well yuh! So you're in! I'm callin' Chaz. It'll be great!"

"Nobody better bring their girlfriend, dude."

"Oh, shit, yeah, that's right... well, fuck it, you're in, and I'm gonna call 'em all anyway. It'll still be great. I'll just tell 'em, no girlfriends, or don't come; that's easy."

"Hello."

"Charles, I'm on the way over. Will I want the shoes this time, or anything else?"

"Brenda! I must talk with you when you get here, something important has changed. And yes, please, bring the shoes. We never did the posing with them!"

"We sure didn't! Okay... Is everything all right?"

"It depends how you look at it. I will tell you when you come."

He met her with a wine glass just the same, and accepted a lengthy kiss. "So what's changed?" she said.

"I've met someone and, I think, fallen in love. So--"

"Oh!"

"So I can't feel right about continuing with you the way--"

"But that's not a problem! I didn't stop seeing Greg because I was-- because I had sex with you! This is just sport fuckin'! I told you I couldn't get entangled yet!"

"I can see that for you it makes a lot of sense. And there's nothing I can think of that would be more fun, believe me."

"There you are, it's just have a good time and make it really great, and then let it go! Ooh, there's my drawing. It looks brilliant!"

"Brenda, it's not the same for me. I only met her yesterday really, but for her I care very deeply, do you see?"

Brenda just waited for him to continue. 

"So when I think of seeing you again, I feel very guilty, I feel I am betraying what I hope to have with her."

"But you're so good! You're the best! I'll really miss doing it with you!"

"And I will miss your fine skin, your perfect mouth work, your youth and enthusiasm! You are not replaceable. And you've done nothing wrong; you don't deserve to be cut off. Just the same, my own guilt would get in the way now that I've met Hannah. I could never give myself to you with the same whole heart. And if Hannah knew of us, she would be hurt."

"Hurt? But that was before you--"

"Not now, but if I continued she would have a right to feel betrayed. I cannot hurt her, Brenda. I am sorry, I wish (more than you can probably believe!), I really do wish I could keep on. Can you forgive me?"

"Well, I guess it's not really your fault either. But it's so sad! Do you want me to go?"

"Please stay, I have plans for you, I want you to come and to pose. Steven wants to see you a very great deal, as well."

"Where is Steven, anyway?"

"I think, let me see, this is Thursday-- Searsport. Tomorrow he returns to New York, to Katonah. He was in Searsport for a while and he wanted to work with me, and he will come back in a few weeks-- 

"Brenda!" exclaimed Lussac. "You must see what he did, of you, it really is very good! And--"

"Of me? Something Steven did?"

"Come, you must not miss seeing this. It is because of this that he will come back. Come-- oh, yes, certainly, bring the wine."

They went to the lower section of the studio building and he unveiled the clay figure. He fussed a little getting more light on it. She exclaimed incoherently over it.

"It's so pretty now! Look at the toes, the feet-- and the fingers!"

"He spent hours and hours perfecting the surface. We are going to cast it, in bronze. There should be at least two of them. We will do that at the same time as the first of my figures for the group in the North Station."

"In bronze!"

"It is too good not to do that. Steven can't quite afford the metal, so I am fronting it for him."

"I'll be in bronze! It really looks like me, doesn't it!"

"Of course! It has even captured your sensual spirit and your energy. Steven is far from blind! He was very inspired by you, he wished he could have you posing for him regularly."

"He was?"

"He said you got to him."

"Ooh. Well. He'll be back when you cast. Will you tell me when he does?"

"Of course!"

"Do you have an address? In Katonah?"

"Yes. Are you thinking about Steven as sport fuckin'? Because right now he is unattached..."

"You just never mind... well, yes, I am. He's got those shoulders! Plus I really like Steven, more than I ought to."

"I think Steven might feel a lot the same way. Let me pack this away again."

She watched him perform this task the way he tackled everything, great and small. "I'll really miss you, Charles. You have such hands, and you know me so well. You're wonderful!" She hugged him impulsively. "Hannah is very lucky! And you're so good to tell me about Steven like this."

"I think Steven is very lucky, too. Go on up and change into the robe, we have work to do."

"Okay. Thanks for everything. Can I still have the drawing?"

"I did it because I wanted you. It was never mine."

She put down the wine glass. "Kiss me once. Really kiss me, then we're all done, okay?"

"I don't know if I dare."

"Dare."

At length they were able to release each other. Trembling they stepped back, flushed and wordless. There was a lot of momentum still to their relationship! An hour later, Charles called Hannah.

"I shall soon be finished here. I can be there in twenty minutes, no, twenty-five, for travel time."

"Yes." 

"I never felt that before, just to hear that word." Lussac was plowed right under by the woman, he had no dignity whatsoever.

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At the moment she met him at the door, Tony yelled on a rising scale, then shrieked. "Mom!" The two of them were galvanized. Lussac bounded up the stairs with Hannah right behind him, only because she took them one at a time. The beat of the boy's feet came from his room along the hallway. Lussac and he came face to face. 

"There's something in the walls!" said the boy. Lussac squeezed his shoulder and moved resolutely past him.

Then he saw his mother, who scooped him into her arms. "There's noises, something's inside the walls, Mom!" Gina appeared in her doorway in just tap panties. When the light came on in Tony's room, it flooded onto her; she looked up past them to see Lussac's back and then ducked into her room again to get a robe. 

Her mother turned in time to see her leg vanish from sight and said, "I have company, Gina," in a low but carrying voice. It was her mother's-here-it's-all-right-now tone.

Tony had hugged her neck tightly at first, but when the light came on he turned to watch the confrontation of Mr. Lussac and the Thing In The Walls. Hannah took his hand, straightened, and let herself be led along toward the room. Lussac gestured for quiet, a raised finger. Gina came in behind.

Everyone listened. Lussac looked at Tony, who indicated a particular spot, nearly at the head of the bed. All eyes turned to there. As if on cue, there was a scratching noise. "Rodent," whispered Lussac.

"A mouse?" Gina whispered.

"Not a rat! No rats!" Tony said softly. More little scratches, and a sound like it was moving and bumping things.

"No rats; that's the rule," Lussac agreed. He had been staring at the other corner of the room. "I think I know," he said then, his eyes glittering and a smile on his face. 

"Does this window open easily? It looks new, does it work well?"

"Yes, it's Tony's escape window," Hannah said, "but it's been closed, I think."

"I never opened it!" Tony said. "Not since last summer."

"Come look, then, Tony; and anyone else, too," said Lussac with a grin. "I saw it driving up." He squatted before the window and worked it easily open, then sent the screen up. "Come, Tony."

Tony was at his elbow already. Lussac guided his shoulders and the two of them stuck their heads out. "See that soffit?"

"That what?"

"The box that's built into the corner of the roof edge, where all the ends come together. See the broken part?"

"Yah."

"Lemme see!" Gina said. They made room for her and her head came out too. Hannah stood watching with amusement and appreciation. Her children were jammed out a window, but it was all to the good. Charles was pointing.

"And right up there is the highway. The squirrel comes down that tree branch and scoots right inside the soffit. I bet there's a nest."

"I see some twigs!" exclaimed Gina.

"Where?" Tony asked excitedly.

"Right on the edge of the hole, Tony, see 'em?"

"Yeah!"

"And all that's happened is, they've chewed a way into the space between the wall and the outside wall, do you see? That's why you now can hear them, moving around in the dark in there. There are probably babies."

"Baby squirrels?"

"You're so lucky to have baby squirrels!" complained Gina. "I never had baby squirrels."

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Hannah turned and stretched up to kiss Lussac's cheek. Everyone upstairs was in bed; they were on the couch sipping coffees with additions-- brandy for Lussac and Bailey's for Hannah. Her head snuggled down into his shoulder again. "That's for showing Tony the squirrel nest," she explained.

"It's better to know than to be afraid. I can smoke them out and fix that, if you like. I'll want a ladder."

"Now he'll look forward to hearing the Things In The Walls. That's being a good dad."

"Why, thank you. I always wondered what made a good dad."

"Let's talk about that."

So they did; but talk was not enough, before long, and they decided to go to bed, too. Gina awoke to hear them laugh in the hallway. Her mother said ssh! and the door closed on her bedroom. Gina could hear them step across the floor and then sit on the bed one after the other. She heard the tones of their voices, but almost all the words were indistinguishable.

Oh man, now I have to hear my mom fuck my art teacher, she thought. The sounds came from her door, seemingly, so her eyes were looking that way. She was just thinking how glad she was her mom never heard her with Sean when the light under her door increased and the words suddenly got clearer. Mom's door must've opened.

"Oh, Charles, just like that, sweetheart," her mom breathed. Gina heard some wet noises. Lussac made a grunt or groan, muffled and wet-sounding. "Get down lower, too, you know I love it there," she went on. 

He's eating her; she wants him on her butt, I think. It's so clear! 

"Ohh... you want it?"

"Ng!"

"I hear a yes. Show me you want it, sweetheart-- tongue it!"

More weird open-mouthed noises came to Gina's reluctant ears. My God, she thought, he's doing it! In her butt! 

"Get up on your knees where I can... oh yes."

Pussy and tongue noises, groans and encouraging words! He's really doing it. I bet I can see in there if the door's open. Gina slid off the bed and worked her door ajar. The tongue fuck continued. She pushed it open, peering... 

Her mother was a tripod with her face hidden from view behind Lussac's shoulder. He was holding her cheeks open strongly with his fingers and his face was buried in there. His head thrust and came back, in and back, several times, then in deep. His head circled. Her mother cried out!

Gina withdrew into her doorway. She'd seen Lussac's ass and the end of his hard cock, too. I oughta get back to bed quick, she told herself.

"Use your hand, too. Here! Take this."

"Yes, cara." There was a pause. The two went ohh together. "Now two fingers," he said. She made some more noises. "You must ask me to fuck it," he told her, "you must say you want cock in it."

"More hand first! Open me!" Another pause. "OH, yes, yes, Charles." There were more noises, but nobody said anything for a while.

Gina couldn't stand it, she had to look again. She watched Lussac drive four fingers into her mother with his other hand raised up strangely. Then he brought it into play. He'd been holding it up because it was lubed! 

He slid them by each other, driving most of each one in, sliding one out and the other in at the same time, back and forth! Her mother's ass was insanely stretched. 

She saw Lussac's smile and heard her mother's pleasure song: mmh-mmh-mmh! Lussac shifted his stance on the bed and drove his whole hand in, then the other as before. His cock was rock hard and his teeth were bared. Gina couldn't believe how hugely open her mother was.




The Sculptor Ch. 03



Lussac seemed somehow meticulous and thorough, just like he was when he was working clay or making coffee or drawing. She envied her mother his steady, thorough competence compared to the sometimes scary improvisations Sean would do. 

And his cock is huge. Bigger even than Zachary's was. Zach came a bucket, too, I wonder if all big men come a lot?

"I've never felt anything like this, Charles, you're amazing. I want it now!"

"Want it?" He didn't slacken his unbelievable hand work at all. Alternate hands, beyond the wrist now, over and over, back and forth!

"I want that big cock, I want it up my ass! Fuck me up the ass!" she was only whispering, but Charles didn't insist on hearing it louder. He was rising, so Gina ducked. But he didn't look back, he stood on the bed and leaned on her, holding it by the base.

Before her astonished eyes he dropped the monster into her mother's asshole, which was so wide it let it in! Then he grunted in satisfaction as the anus closed itself on it. 

"Your ass has swallowed it, cara. I'm going to fuck you now! Come up on your hands and knees, that's better. Now..." He braced both hands on her waist and straightened his knees. Like a board! He took a wider stance with his feet and ran his cock in and out. Repeated slaps came to the girl's ears.

"Fuck my ass!" she hissed. The slapping noises kept up, Gina watched him in awe. From her angle she could watch the big cock nearly all the way along, sliding into her, and see his balls strike her, bouncing! Her mother's fingers came into view, rubbing fiercely at her clit. Sluck-sluck noises accompanied the obscene slapping. Her mother's pussy was hanging open, she called out and he responded. 

Mom likes some extreme sex! Buttfucking! And that hand thing of his, wow!

Gina's wrist was tight against her pussy, imprisoned by her squeezing thighs. She began pulling her arm and releasing, masturbating in time with the slaps. Her mouth hung open; he was still doing it. 

He's awesome. Holy shit. Oh. Sean, we gotta try this ass thing.

"I need the floor, cara, please come to the edge..." They were shifting! Gina ducked back. She could hear that they'd set up with him standing beside the bed. I gotta come, I gotta! 

She let her arm loose, pulled her panties to her ankles, and jammed her fingers into her wet pussy, listening to it all, rubbing herself with the left, driving her right hand in deep. 

From the floor he could really get leverage, and it sounded like he sodomized her almost brutally hard, but Hannah begged him to jam it in harder. Hannah took an incredible pounding; Gina was close to coming!

Lussac was close, too. He made Hannah suck it then, saying, "Turn. Take it. You will taste your ass now, cara! And I will fill your mouth with seed..." 

Oh my God, I'm gonna come any second, this is so dirty and hot! 

"Lick me... I love to watch your beautiful face lick me!" 

Oh Jesus, oh Sean fuck me!! 

"Suck. Yes." 

Leaning against her door jamb, visualizing the long cock going into her mom's face, Gina came to a climax, her hand rocketing in and out of her young pussy. Holding her breath, she pulled her panties on again.

Trying to control her loud breathing, she heard him grunt rhythmically, shooting into her mother's swallowing throat, making her mew with delight. She shut her door as quietly as possible. 

"Wipe your chin, darling. Now just lie back; relax, and I will eat you again." Gina climbed into her bed and masturbated all over again, listening to her mother being licked and coming.

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There was a knocking at the apartment door. Bill toyed with the idea of having the naked Irene answer it, but Chaz was painting her left tit. He had an empty cup anyway. He got up out of the ruined armchair he was presiding from, snagged the coffee mug, and went to the door, sniffling a little. "Hey, who is it?"

"S'Felix, man."

"Felix! Just a second." He worked the deadbolt and let in his bandmate with a blast of fresh night breeze.

"Smells like you guys are started," Felix observed, unwrapping his scarf.

"We'll catch you up!"

"Who's here?"

"Sean said no, he's with his girlfriend, whatzername, Gina; Chaz came; Nick came by, too, but he had a thing someplace, he'll be back maybe ten. Come on in!"

"So it's just you, me, and Chaz?"

"And like Angel."

"Wo." Felix drank in the blacklit room with the green ceiling light, and Irene sitting patiently while Chaz did intricate iguana shapes across her ribs in green and orange. 

A thoroughly trite sunburst surrounded her navel, and her lips were a lurid dayglo red. She was small with thin arms, like a miniature woman, and very naked. Paint in fluorescing colors streaked her legs and face, but where there was no paint, her skin seemed tanned to nothingness by the ultraviolet lamps in two corners of the room. Chaz was stripped to the waist and his nipples and belly were painted, too.

Other than that, it was the same dirty place with the same dump furniture as always. Rain Dogs pulsed loudly in the little room. Chaz moved around Irene, working the lizard shapes along her ribs toward her spine.

"Show Felix what you got so far, Angel," requested Bill, and Irene stopped Chaz's brush and said something to him. Chaz leaned back on his heels and the girl stood and turned completely around with her arms up. Felix grinned at her and clapped for her, telling her wow, and she grinned back, revealing blue-violet teeth in the dark dark face.

The first thing she'd done after the teasing strip for Chaz and Nick was to take a brushful of the red and paint her lips with it, then another to paint her inner labia to match. Chaz had a big toothbrush-looking thing with which he'd spattered her with the green and the lambent blue, dipping it and pulling a finger across so that its bristles threw droplets at her buns and knees and elbows. That was the last of the artistic contributions. 

Someone had written in the blue "I'M A SLUT, FUCK MY ASS" in block letters across the small of her back, with an arrow pointing down, for example. Chaz's lizards were an attempt to redeem her as an objet d'art. He was working them right over the top of I'M A.

The brushes and paint dishes glowed on the coffee table, and a zone of paint marks spread out, thinning from there, across the rug, floor and couch. Painty fingers had marked things randomly, especially the couch and the bong.

Bill got some coffee, and so did Chaz, while Felix introduced himself to Irene, who said her name was Angel.

"If I took off my shirt, would you paint something on my chest, Angel?"

"Sure, if I can. What kinda thing?"

"Anything happy, you pick it!"

"Okay."

Chaz came back in from the kitchen. Felix's spare chest and cut abs appeared and he sat upright at the edge of the couch. "Sit on the coffee table again, and you can paint me while Chaz does your back."

Irene complied and got a tapered brush, and Chaz positioned himself behind her. "Are you in the band, Felix?" she asked him, considering his chest and dipping into the orange.

"I do the lead vocals, and some harp."

"Harp?"

"Harmonica. You're very pretty, Angel."

"Thanks. Okay, I know what I'm gonna do now, hold still."

With great concentration, she started in, but the hair on his chest slowed her up, she needed many brushfuls filling it in. Felix stroked her taut breasts, but she seemed to be ignoring it. In the meantime Bill had returned to his chair and refilled the bong, saying Felix needed to catch up. 

He lit it and did a hit, passed to Chaz, who did one and offered it to Irene. Irene shook her head and Felix left her breasts to take three good solid draws before passing back to Bill.

Chaz had the lizards chasing each other across her back and down her flank, and he stopped. "Both of you gotta stand up, I guess. I want them to spiral down her right leg. Okay, Felix?"

Bill guffawed. Everyone stood but Bill and then Chaz sat on the floor in front of her leg and began to work. Felix stood close to her on her left and smiled into her face. She let him have a smile, and then bent to expand the chest painting.

Felix stood akimbo, then reached out and fondled her chest again. She was straddled widely now, because the lizards had gone down her thigh and Chaz was doing the inside of her knee. Felix moved the hand down her belly and felt the shaven crotch. 

Her sex was dry and the paint seemed hard. He worked the flesh a while. Red flakes fell off, and he was rewarded with some dampness. Chaz scooted around and worked down her calf, but she stayed in the open posture and pushed down on Felix's hand to encourage him, although she kept on painting just the same and didn't meet his eye.

Bill had refilled again and passed to Chaz. While Chaz took a break to smoke, Felix asked her, "Is it a bird?" His finger slipped into her and rotated in the damp little sheath.

"Yeah, a happy bird."

"I like it so far. What color beak do you think?"

"Mn! I think yellow."

"Open beak, singing?"

"Right, 'cause you sing-- oh! Oh! And 'cause he's happy."

Felix agitated her pussy, which got wetter and opened more. Irene leaned in and whispered, "I wanna fuck you guys, okay?"

"You do?"

"Or at least suck you. Please?"

"Sure, baby. Could you-- did you tell Chaz that?"

"Not yet."

"I think you have to be the one to tell him. If you want him to."

"Yeah, you're right. Lemme do the beak and then I will, but keep doin' that."

"Okay, Angel. This is a weird scene." He went after it, though, slapping into her in time with the music.

"I know, Bill's fucked up. But I wanna fuck you anyway. Just a second."

She bent to swap orange for yellow, and Chaz palmed her ass as she did. She smiled at him encouragingly, then went back to make the singing beak and eye. Chaz stood and played with her tits and buns while she did, and Felix continued driving rhythmically into her little bald pussy. She made grunting sounds but continued to paint. Bill hooted and yelled "All right! Let's fuck her!" from his chair. 

"There. Chaz, I wanna fuck and suck you both, okay?"

"Jesus. You in, Felix?"

"Yeah, okay. Put the paint down, Angel. You unzip us."

"Good." She lay the paint down. Their hands roamed over her body, Chaz kissed the back of her neck. She unzipped them in a businesslike way and pulled their cocks out, taking one in each hand and stroking them up and down in her fists.

Felix kissed her full on the mouth and kept up the finger work. They kissed long and wetly, and Bill laughed. He'd never done any kissing.

"Suck them both first, Angel!" he cried out. She broke the kiss.

"Lemme do this, okay?" she said. "I can do it." She kissed Felix again.

"Sure, sorry, go ahead."

"What the fuck is the deal, anyway?" asked Chaz.

"You wanna be fucked first or sucked first?" she asked him.

"What? Sucked, I guess, but--"

"I'm gonna suck him, Felix. I can suck you, too, or you could just start in fuckin'. You decide."

"This is weird," Chaz pronounced.

"I'll fuck. Kiss me again first, though," Felix told her, so she did that and stroked Chaz with one hand. When she broke it off, Felix fished a condom from his pocket, popped the catch on his trousers and slid easily out of them. She grinned, flashing the blue teeth again, shook her hair back and bent at the waist. Her mouth took Chaz in and Felix fingered her again, then opened the wrapper and set about putting the condom on. Soon he held his cock and pushed himself into her from behind. "You got one of these, Chaz?"

"He doesn't need one yet," Irene said. "I don't mind taking a load in my mouth." She took Chaz in again. Felix fucked to the music, holding her steady one-handed.

"I better anyway," Chaz said, pulling away. "You got any more, Felix?"

"Maybe Bill does. I think I got one more in my pocket."

"Hold on, Angel," Chaz told her. He stood back and stripped off his cords. "Hey Bill, gimme a couple condoms, wouldja? You gonna join us, right?"

"I'm too smashed right now, man. In the bedroom, there's a bunch by the bed on the table. I'm gonna do some more and just watch. I can fuck her after the party." He stuffed more weed into the pipe bowl.

"Whatever floats your boat. Thanks, man."

"Take as many as you need. Fuck her ass, too, she likes that."

"Yeah, right, sure." But along with the condoms he brought lube in, just the same. 

Felix was back to kissing the girl, but on the couch this time, giving a slow grinding screw, face to face. It was difficult to make out details with the lighting and the jiggling daubs of paint. They kept breaking off the kiss to pant, staring into each other's eyes, and then they'd kiss again. 

Felix moved sensuously in figures of eight, to judge from the yellow paint marks on his ass, but each turn rocked the little woman's body when he slid home against her shaven mound of Venus. She was clutching at him with her wiry legs as well as her slim arms, holding him tightly to her and pushing her sex onto him as hard as she could manage, whether they were kissing or not. They didn't look like people who needed a third party.

Chaz checked the condom and put it on anyhow. When he stepped into their range of view, Felix grinned hugely at him and Irene reached out to pull on his cock and bring him down to her mouth. On one knee with the other foot propped on the couch, Chaz pumped cock down into the willing girl's face. 

She swirled her tongue madly at it and cupped an asscheek to guide him in, stroking Felix's ear and the side of his face with the other hand. Felix had changed his angle and was propped up an both arms, doing straight-in fucks and scooping lifting strokes in a complex pattern to the music of Tom Waits.

Chaz was daunted a little. Felix was a great performer. To keep from being overshadowed completely, he paid closer attention to Irene's soft mouth, meeting her eyes and telling her how sweet she was, gently stroking her forehead and tracing the designs on her tits with his fingers. In return for this attention, she moved the hand holding his ass down between his open cheeks to tease his anus and gently roll and heft his swaying balls. "Wo! Dude! Holy shit! Fuck her, man!" came the encouragement from their host.

Irene broke the seal to pant again. "Oh holy Mary! Oh, Felix! Felix, I'm gonna fuckin' come, I think! Mmh!" She cupped Chaz's ass again, hard, and bobbed fiercely on him with her eyes closed, lapping long strokes to the underside of it and taking in a sharp breath when one of Felix's slams hit her hard. Felix was sweating now and grinding at her clit with every stroke, throwing in little side-to-side moves, and still staying on the beat. 

Irene left off her mouth work, clutched tightly at Chaz by his thigh muscles, and squealed incoherently, her breath interrupted by huffs with each new slam of Felix's tireless hips. 

"Oh sweet Jesus! Oh, Christ!" she said. "Felix, come up and come in my mouth, take that off and come in my mouth, please, Felix, Chaz can fuck me but I want you to come up here--!"

Felix checked Chaz, Chaz nodded, and they made the swap, losing three beats only before Chaz was buried to the hilt in the tightest little pussy he'd ever felt in his life. She was sopping wet and she could take him all the way in, but it was so small and hot! Irene thanked Felix and the Savior as well, and peeled him, licking his balls and then grabbing him two handed to suck him with a will.

Chaz put every effort into making the little pussy reach another peak. It was intense work but he felt honor demanded a stellar performance. Amazingly, Felix still hadn't come and the girl broke her seal on him to pant and tell Chaz how sweet it was. He told him he was so good, so strong and so good, then called on Mary. "O Mother of God, bless me with his cum, I want his cum!" she said, and bobbed on Felix again.

Felix lost it and froze pushing into her face as far as he could reach. She had to rear back to keep from being speared, but she sucked and bobbed her head feverishly while Felix uttered a long wavering wail. Spurt after spurt filled her little mouth; she sobbed and swallowed. Chaz stayed on the beat and rode her clit high, throwing in circular grinds and side-to-side rattles, grunting on the downbeat. He grinned and reveled in it-- a musical fuck.

The girl yanked Felix out of her mouth and arched her back with her teeth clenched. Cum flowed down the sides of the painted face onto Bill's couch. Felix took over his own cock, spraying the last few drops on her face and hair. Chaz felt vindicated; he'd given her a big one!

She was speaking again. "Praise Mary! That was so cool, Chaz! I want your come now, okay? Let me eat it!"

"I'm about to come, Angel," Chaz informed her, still pounding the musical fuck in the tight, tight pussy. He'd felt it clutch him when she came, he'd never noticed it before tonight. What if it was because the others had never really come? "Oh God, I'm really close!!"

"Lemme eat it! Lemme eat it!" she whined. "Don't make me beg!"

"Okay, hurry, hurry..." Chaz pulled out and stood on his knees, panting very loudly and reaching for her. He got her hand and pulled to help her rise. She stripped his cock and closed so slowly on him, very soft, tongue sliding under it, big eyes watching his. Soft, then tightly compressing her lips, advancing and then retreating, working the tongue and looking into his eyes. 

He felt the first jerk of subterranean muscle; she whined! The second, then a jet splashed into her throat, and another. Her little mews were drowned by his sharp yelp and moan of pleasure. His knees were jello, he braced on the arm and the back of the old couch and watched her knitted brows as the girl swallowed and swallowed.

"That was intense!" Felix said. "Lemme have a hit, Bill, then we'll do you again, okay?" He levered himself up and went toward Bill, who passed the bong over.

"Okay!" Irene said. She meant it. It was the first time she'd ever come, and she'd done it once with each of them.

"But we gotta clean up first and stuff," Felix went on. "And you shouldn't do that, eat the cum, you could get some deadly shit! We ought to talk, Angel, there's stuff you don't realize." He took a grateful lungful of smoke.

"We're clean, but you could get shit there's no cure for, Angel," Chaz chipped in. "Come on and get wiped off with us. You were great, really sweet! Come on!"

Felix passed him the bong, and took Angel's waist, leading her into the kitchen, which felt like a cleaner place than Bill's bathroom. Sucking in smoke, Chaz watched her little ass wag as she walked, holding Felix's arm and listening to him tell her about AIDS and hep C. He left the bong with Bill and they used his dish towels to clean off the semen. They washed her and then said she was clean enough to kiss again. 

She kissed Felix long and hard, then opened her arms to Chaz. He had decided already to go ahead, and responded to her affection. They planned the next round on the way in to the blacklit sex arena. Chaz put on Oojami's Bellydancing Breakbeats CD. "Chicky" filled the room; the leadoff is one of their best.

Everyone flashed teeth at each other, the boys opened condoms and Chaz pointed out the lube on the coffee table. 

Irene passed the lube to Chaz. Chaz had her lie across him and tenderly worked the stuff into her. He loved an upturned ass, especially if he could play with it. She stretched endlessly and yet sprang back. Facing her away, he lifted her up bodily and set her astride his curved and throbbingly hard cock. FUCK MY ASS, read the blue letters. 

She braced her feet on the couch and pulled her cheeks apart, sitting slowly down on him. Her tongue stuck out and she closed her eyes. The hot cock slid sweetly up inside. "Ah... sweet Jesus," she breathed.




The Sculptor Ch. 03



A few bounces and she threw him a glance. Chaz lay back and held her by the hips, sliding her up and down on the pole.

"O Christ, O Mary!" exclaimed Irene. Chaz started slow and easy. He'd never fucked ass before. It was fantastic, it was brilliant! He worked the tiny girl gently, but it really got him. He was losing control, he wanted to fuck real hard and come forever in the hot slippery gut. 

"O my sweet loving Savior!"

"Are you okay, Angel?"

"Yes! Fuck me!" She was off again, and Chaz threw away caution. In just a few seconds he was pounding insanely into the little rectum.

Felix stepped in close and kissed her again, which she loved. Bill noticed the knocking at the door. He got up reluctantly, sure it was Nick, finally back from wherever it was. He let him knock a second; he wanted to watch Felix complete the double insertion. He was fingering her and teasing her nipples as he kissed her, but she was pulling him by the cock.

"You gotta fuck, you gotta fuck!" She threw Chaz another glance, so he held still. Both her hand and Felix's guided Felix into the tight little quim. 

"Ready?" asked Felix. Chaz nodded.

The two of them held her up, and stood supporting her weight altogether. "I'm like flying!" she giggled. They laughed, too, and soon were fucking her in tandem, Chaz taking the up beat, while Oojami filled the place with high octane middle eastern dance techno. 

She rocked forward and back, smiling widely and making a noise like a little kid does when you drum on his back, slammed in pussy and ass, pussy and ass, held suspended in the air by the two young men. 

Bill was hard as a beanpole. "Look at her," he mumbled. "She's just a fuckin mazing!" The knocking came louder.

"That you, Nick?"

"I thought Nick was here!" It was Cyn's voice.

"No, he was but he left. I forget why!" Bill watched Irene get more businesslike, pulling them into her and kissing Felix, sucking his tongue!

"I wonder how come you forgot, Bill?" Cynthia laughed, but ironically Bill was too wasted to get it; he was just annoyed. He was pretty sure it was because he'd never cared why, pure and simple.

"Well, he's not here."

"When did he leave?"

"Before eight, not much before."

"Aren't you gonna let me in?"

"Tonight is just the band, Cyn. We're having another party after the gig, at Tanner's place, tomorrow; come then, it'll be cool!"

"You asshole, let me in!" Bill checked out the action in the living room.

The girl implored the Virgin with her head buried in Felix's shoulder, curled forward with her knees raised to allow him to move and to open up to Chaz a little.

Irene watched Chaz's face as the light boy came in her ass. He looked foolish doing that. They all look so funny when they come! The dark one, Felix, gave her kisses on her ear and told her she was all right.

"You're okay, sweet baby, that's it, let him come, you're all right."

"Look, it's not so bad, I'm okay, Felix."

"Oh good. Good. I want you to come, too; when he pulls out, get on top of me." 

Irene agreed. Felix is nice, I wonder if he's Catholic? she thought.

Bill was missing the conversation, but the general tone of the evening was nothing Cynthia would have enjoyed. He checked his watch, saying, "Sorry, Cyn! See you tomorrow, okay?" It was almost ten, Nick was coming back soon. What the fuck now? Would Nick get by her without being seen?

"You eat shit from tin plates, Oakshire! And you drum for shit!"

"You try it! I'm getting better."

"Suck farts, Oakshire!" Cynthia kicked the door and stomped off cursing his name.

"What do you fuckin want from me, Cynthia!! I can't produce Nick outta thin air! He ain't here!"

"Suck farts from dead chickens!"

Dead chickens, my my. Bill went back in for the show.

Felix was on the floor with Irene astraddle, bouncing hard. Both boys played her tits and Chaz stood straddling Felix's head to get some of her mouth. Irene invoked the Creator and the Virgin again with a mouthful of cock. Chaz was watching her hump, and the mention of Mary let him know what was about to happen.

So he led off, and Felix joined in, a sort of infield chatter-- "come baby, fuck him, you're gonna come, fuck real deep, you're almost there, Angel, just a little more and you'll come, fuck him good, babe, come hard!"

Irene responded with an intensification, she reached single-mindedly for it, then came in a blast and a wash, her strongest ever. Her cheering squad congratulated her, and she grinned and told them to cut it out. She might even have been blushing, but in the weird lighting no one could tell.

It was a little after ten and Chaz had to go, but he kissed Irene goodbye and told her to come to the gig Saturday at the Brick Church. She didn't tell him she wouldn't be there or why. Her mood lowered considerably when he dressed and left, because her next task was to sleep with Oakshire until midnight. She spoke quietly with Felix and hugged with him on the couch, doing hits when she could. 

Felix took off when it looked like Nick was never coming back, and he gave Irene his number. She said she couldn't give hers because it was disconnected, a white lie.

Bill was quite ready to screw her, though. At the appointed hour he doled out oxy and she left after scrubbing herself free of all the paint and cum.



The Sculptor Ch. 04



Gina's little brother had counted the baby squirrels: he said one mom and three babies. "They were falling down inside the wall, and they'd squeak kinda, and she'd go get them!"

Hannah told him Charles was going to climb up and fix the hole in the house so they'd be gone. She had the idea this was good news, but there was a little storm about it. 

"You can't just trap them in there to starve!" objected Gina.

"But I like the baby squirrels!" Tony said simultaneously. "And it's a soffit!" he finished.

But it was clear they couldn't have squirrels living in the walls, pooping and everything, Tony got that; and Lussac's idea was to smoke them out before closing the entrance. It wasn't going to kill them, just make them decide to go.

"Charles is nice," Tony let Hannah know.

"I think so too," she replied. She glanced at her daughter, who'd had just enough time to get her expression under control. Gina nodded with firmness. Happy to find confirmation, Hannah went off to work.

Sean had gotten up obscenely early again and was at the bus stop waiting. Inspired by the primal scene of the evening before, she took him around the corner of the building and spoke low, turned away from the others. The idea of anal sex had indeed occurred to him! He was enthusiastically in favor.

"I'm going to buy some lube," she said. "If you buy it, everybody will figure you're gay. Then there's a book--"

"There's lots of books; I can look it up in three of them by tonight!" he assured her.

"Shh. I'll look it up, too, but I'm glad, because you're the one who'll be doing it. If we can, let's try it tonight, okay?"

So he missed out on Irene!

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Today it was Brenda Auclair's turn to be missing from homeroom. She pulled off route one in Searsport and drove out the Mount Ephraim Road. Steven opened her door and she got him in a hug right away. 

You can clear away a lot of the brush and make your path clear, sometimes, with a simple 'phone call. Once she had his number from Lussac, she gave him a very long call the night before, so that none of the precious hours of today would be wasted.

"Let's go in right now!"

"That's the plan!" he agreed. "Want some homegrown?"

"I like that plan, too, but let's get naked before we do anything else at all." Brenda was already unbuttoning her dress.

"My kind of girl!" Her dress came off over her head and she stood in the sunlight in Vans, little white socks, and a very full bra. She wore an icicle of rhinestones in her cleavage and a Krazy Kat wristwatch. He didn't notice the wristwatch or the shoes, but there was a detail his trained sculptor's eye caught right away. 

"What happened to your panties?"

"I was pretty sure I wouldn't need them today." They went inside.

"So practical. The dope is in the bedroom, this way." His own shirt landed on a kitchen counter, and he kicked his sandals off. She paused to pull her feet out of the Vans, but not to untie them, and unsnapped the bra clasp. The house was pretty well empty of furniture and even a little chilly. 

His drawstring pants he draped over the banister, so she was following a very promising hairy ass up the stairs. At the landing he turned, of course; he was already getting hard. She peeled the socks. Now there was nothing but two wristwatches and some jewelry between them.

Brenda's nipples were coming up, too. "It's cool in here, Steven." Her tone said make it better! But he opened a door and swept a hand to invite her in. "Ah..."

The little Glenwood parlor stove had made the room very toasty. He embraced her from behind, his rising cock finding room between them as best it could. She reached a hand behind her for it and he investigated her breasts and kissed her behind the ear.

"Thank you for calling and coming down. I've been so impatient all morning, so I split all this wood and carried it up here. We won't have to leave for two days!"

"I see food, too, and wine." She smiled. "Let's not leave then. I can already tell everything I'll need for the day is right in my hand."

"I wish you could come to Katonah."

"I can, Steven, just not yet, that's all. Roll it up or whatever, and let's get started. I'll suck you while you roll!"

"Damn, I knew there was a reason not to roll up ahead of time!"

"Well, then you go first, and I'll get started anyway." She dropped down and tasted him for the first time. He was not so much of a challenge to throat as Lussac had been. She worked her lips down into the bristles right away, by way of saying hello.

"Oh, my lord." Steven lit the jay and pulled a slow hit while a high school girl sucked his cock. Life was very, very good. "Swap!" he said, holding his breath. She took the joint and opened her legs to him.

They sixty-nined and finished it.

"What's the blue bottle?"

"I'll show you. Lie down on your belly," Six said, snagging it off the little keg he had for a nightstand.

"Ooh! It's tasty oil, isn't it?"

"It feels good and it tastes good, I think. Try a finger."

"Yeah, it's good; do me with it. Generally, men wanna fuck me so bad they don't take the time for massage."

"I have a feeling we'll be doing both at once. We have hours!"

"Even better... you like my buns, don't you? You posed me that way..."

"You have perfect skin tone and one of the best asses on the planet. Lift it up, I want a pillow under it. Man. Look at that."

"I don't believe I can."

He spread the slick oil over thighs and calves, long strokes, then detailed, moving flesh, easing her muscles. He took his time. 

As he went she told him she felt her bottom was her erotic center. She loved to be touched there, it always felt very good. He confessed that he was ass-obsessed. 

His very first girl wouldn't touch his cock but she'd let him slide it between her buns. He demonstrated for a couple of seconds. "Like that. I would come after a while in a little puddle on the small of her back. It still affects me every time to see a girl positioned like you are now."

"I'm all greased up, better than she was, right?"

"Yeah, I would spit in there, at the time. This stuff would've been ideal! But I didn't know it existed."

"Wanna relive the past? Just be sure to run it over my hole a lot, I'd love that feeling."

"Me, too, but I'd hate to waste it on the small of your back."

"We have hours. I think it would feel heavenly. Oil me up good and do it! Tell me what else the two of you would do. What was her name?"

"Debbie." He was rubbing oil all over her from rib margin to knee.

"Mmm. I feel almost ready, do my hole a little more with your fingers."

"I want to take a break and eat some pussy first."

"Good idea. You want me to move?"

"Stay put, relax."

"Did you eat Debbie?"

"I found the little thing fascinating."

"My first time like that was Frank Dodge. He found it fascinating, too. We used a barn that was falling down in a field a half mile from home. With a hayloft. I still love the smell of old, old hay!"

"What did he do?"

"He'd explore it, like Lewis and Clark or something. Hours of it, kissing, rubbing, kinda nuzzling." She chuckled. "Looking in, y'know! Eventually I let him finger me and then it got really interesting. He'd go forever, and even licked me all over at the last of it. 

"It felt super, but I never came, really. I guess I didn't know how. But it felt so good, especially his mouth with the hand going inside at the same time. Yeah, like that. He'd kiss my asshole, too."

"I did that to Debbie, she would ask me special, and do things for me to get me to do it. I'd lick her there, too, like this."

"I love that. Do it more. I'll do something special!"

"You're already letting me go between your cheeks."

"I can do lots more. Lick me."

"I want to anyway..."

"Frank just kissed it along with everything else. It was because he wanted me to do it for him... God, I love that."

"Did you?"

"No, I was an idiot. I licked his balls and everything! But I would never do that. I fingered it, spit in it and pushed a finger in to fuck him there, but I wouldn't touch it with my mouth."

"Sad. Why did you guys stop?"

"His college brother found us and wanted to rape me."

"God!"

"After that, we stopped using the barn and there wasn't a good place very often. Then he moved. Oh, God, Steven! Oh, God! A little more, just a little more! Oh... " Six said nothing for a while, he was busy.

"Oil..." 

"Yeah. I wanna be a Debbie for you. It sounds nice. Did you say you were in love and were gonna get married and everything? Frank and I did."

"No, but we did say that we'd always do this, even in forty years, even if we were married to other people."

"Do the rub between the cheeks thing, you mean?"

"Yeah, that. And everything else, too. Any of it. Just say you want it and the other one would do it as soon as possible for you, was the deal."

"Wow. That's lots better than the married thing."

"Oral sex forever, but I'd have to come on her back."

"Ever try it?"

"I can't, she died. Leukemia."

"Oh, Steven, that's awful!"

"No question. Hold still, relax! This is supposed to be a massage!"

"Okay, okay. Was she, let me see, eighteen, then, when she died?"

"Turned nineteen, but yeah, basically. It's been four years or so now."

"That's so sad."

"Nobody deserves it. The universe seems unjust so much. I believe that's what we're here for, to perceive the injustice and to help each other, just because we're humans together in an unjust world."

"I can tell you loved her then."

"I love lots of people, as many as I can, because that's what we're here for."

"'All You Need Is Love'?"

"It's all you do need if you mean it. Your ass looks a lot better than Debbie's did!"

"Why don't you do it, then?"

"Okay." He arose onto his knees. "Debbie got it wet!"

"Sucked it, you mean! I did that, but come around and I'll do it again."

"I was hoping you'd say that."

"I'll usually say it! Ask anyone!"

He had to stop her. "I have to come on your back, whoa up!" He circled around her, she rested her head on her arm again, and they "did a Debbie."

"That really was nice."

"I admit, like other stuff better, but that really was nice. You rock."

"Can I give you a rub now?"

"Yeah. Bottle's right there." They rearranged for that and she worked sensuously on him. He had great shoulders, but she would never skimp on ass! She built to a rub of her whole body on his, he rotated under her, and they had a long sweet slippery fuck, the first of many. 

She got back to town in time to "come home from school." They promised to stay in touch and would definitely meet for the bronze casting.

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Gina wanted tongue fucking first, which Sean was dubious about. Some of his sources said it was an unsanitary practice. "So is sex," she said, and he heard that loud and clear. 

"Just eat me and move down. Open me up, stretch me, and lick me. I want to do it on my back curled up so I can watch your face when you lick it."

He loved eating pussy, and that was probably unsanitary, too. There are things one does in the heat of passion which can be hard to own up to, by the light of day.

She loved the tongue! Her rising excitement made him forget the books; he was making her feel really good, and she was going to take him up her ass! Life is good, he reflected. It was a while before she stopped squinching it and let it open out, and by then both of them were pantingly eager to fuck. Lube, condom, earthquake, whatever, nothing could dampen their lust now.

It was very horny, sticking fingers in there. She wanted three, then four. He lubed her some more and went with it. She was wondering how on earth it might have felt to have Lussac do his double-handed fisting on her mother's ass. Four fingers was doable. Maybe soon, she could work up the courage to make Sean do it. 

The moment came at last.

Sean pushed into the tight ass of his best girl. Slick, creamy, tight, and hot, it was all he'd ever imagined. He took her curled up, and then, moving to switch to a spoons position, he saw his first gape.

It hit him hard, it got him by the glands! To see it hang in an o like that! He played the scene out to make it happen as much as he could. It was especially good with her up on her knees! But he came quickly, and Gina was stimulated and ravenous to come.

He ate her gratefully, and then, hard again, took her normally, woman on top, to a final nearly mutual peak. Satisfaction and triumph wreathed their faces. It was an epic session, marred only by its tentative start. Next time it would be bravura buttfucking! They rested and spoke easily. Then it hit him.

"Hey! I didn't get sucked once the whole time!" It was true; he'd orbited her crotch every minute. She laughed.

"Well, actually, I could have left my shirt on; you never even touched them!"

"Oh yeah!" In laughter they promised to do better.

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Brenda was standing in strappy shoes on heels, bent at the waist over a length of padded PVC pipe, resting her chest on a pillowed stool. She was utterly naked and held her tits in with bent arms. And had been standing like that for a quarter of an hour. It paid well.

The pipe was a trapeze, suspended high enough to keep her legs nearly taut. Lussac was doing a sculpture of her from the waist down as if her body disappeared into a circular hole in a wall leaving only the fabulous ass and legs. Because it didn't affect the pose, they were talking as they, I suppose we have to say, "worked."

"I saw Steven today, Charles."

"There was school today. How was he?"

"Yummy. I wish we'd met sooner."

"I love Steven. He's the only man I know who deserves you."

"I'll have to think about that. You deserve me, I think."

"I need more ego, I guess--"

"Excuse me?"

"I mean I'm not sure I rate that high."

"You could sell ego by the long ton and still have plenty. And you are being silly, you deserve six of me."

Lussac didn't trust himself to reply.

"I wish I knew what Hannah was like," continued Brenda. "She must be some sort of goddess."

"You probably know her. She's Gina's mother."

"Hannah Noble?"

"Hannah Noble."

"Wow. She's all right, Charles. You did good, I lost fair and square."

"It's a good thing you said that, I could spank you fairly easily, you know."

"I mean it, she's fine. Gina's got the best mom. And I already thought of the spanking thing when you first showed me this trapeze."

"Me too."

"Go for it, spank me! But you hafta fuck me afterwards!"

"Don't make it any harder on me than it already is. I still dream about that time."

"You were so good, Charles. I got wet all day long in class the next day thinking about it."

"You are too kind."

"I did! I wet through a pair of black serge and I almost went home to change."

"Please, Brenda. I'm serious, it is very difficult! I know you'd do it and never tell, and it drives me distracted."

"So you stare at my pussy for an hour when I'm trapped and can't get away."

"And your ass! I know!"

There was a beat of silence. "Um, Charles?"

"Yes?"

"It is just forty minutes, not an hour?"

"Yes, of course; we were using hyperbole."

"'Hyperbole,' Jesus. Nobody says that! But thank God."

There was silence for a while. 

"I really would."

"I know!"

"Not tell, I mean."

"I know."

More silence. "Brenda, you're wet. You're almost dripping!"

"I figured. I can't help it."

"Divinitá!"

"I don't know what that means! It better not be bad!"

Charles crossed to the cleat and undid the hitch. The padded pipe twitched. There were still at least twenty minutes left. 

"Charles?"

"Brace yourself, I'm going to drop it, Brenda," Lussac said in a tender voice.

"What's wrong?" He released her. She stood up, holding the pillow against her chest, facing him. He could read di zhong.

"Good idea; bring the other pillow, too."

"Oh, thank you, Charles!"

"I can't help it, either, Brendina."

"Brendina," she repeated. "Where?"

"My bedroom. Come."