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George Payne Pt. 01

By: IowaIke



Sure, little lady, you can come aboard. Deelighted ya stopped by, whatever it's for. Let me give ya a hand. Nice day, isn't it? May get a bit rough tonight when the storm blows through. Can I offer ya something to drink? Now, now, I've got all kinds of stuff here: bourbon, Scotch, gin, vodka. Even got some craft beers from the monastery, Belgian stuff young folks like you seem to like. Oh, all right. I'll get ya some water. Think I got a bottle below. C'mon down, your price is right!

Here ya go. No, don't drink much anymore myself. Just a belt around happy hour, only somethin' good. Don't ever settle for riding second class, I always say. Well, haven't been doin' it alla 96 years, just about 7 decades, more or less. Yeah, I'm George Payne: welcome to my yacht. No, lotsa people tell me I don't look my age.

So you're a Harvard student? Deevinity school and everything? So what brings ya to Scarecrow Island, Connecticut? Doing a cultural study on old people and their memories, especially how faith has affected their lives. Well, you've come to the right place: I got an excellent memory and glad to tell you everything I can about this place, been here a long time. Got a little faith, just a little, no more. I know He's up there, just hope He's not lookin' this way too often.

Where do I come from? What, don't ya believe I'm a Yankee? Oh, hell no, not ashamed of where I come from: Wesley Island, Georgia. Off the coast a ways, just like this little spit of land. Bein' up North has rubbed most of the accent out, but not all of it. My Dad was a soldier in World War I, the Great War, but didn't make it back home, they said he died of Spanish Influenza in Iowa. Never knew him, even when I was in diapers. Mom and me were pretty much alone. Mom died when I turned 15, and I worked my way up the coast. Nope, never finished High School, but I've got a super memory, almost freaky.

By the way, you look like somebody I knew way back. She was a little on the tall side, like you, blonde hair, blue eyes, curvy. You musta played volleyball in high school. Thought so, aha! No, her name doesn't come to me. What's your name, darlin'? Lucy Winkler. Wow, that rings a bell, too. You didn't just get out of a time machine, didya? Oh well, I'm a sucker for ponytails, especially one on each side.

So ya want me to tell you stories. There'll be a price. Oh, Gloria told you. Ooo, she's askin' for it, that one, she might get a paddlin'. And that didn't stop you from comin' down? You got no problem...I imagine since your gonna be a minister, a man of the-whoops, woman of the cloth-all right, suits me fine. Make it worth my while and I'm happy to spend time with you, particularly since you've got such nice tits. Thanks for smilin', you're a pretty girl.

No, don't know why I'm still here. Like I said: keep my distance from Him; maybe He's forgot 'bout me. Now I've been to church a few times, I'm not an atheist. I can be pretty moral at times. Well, I always eat oatmeal in the mornin', like my greens, catch my own fish, usually eat what's fresh, unless the harbor's frozen over and I have to take the boat out of the water. Then I stay up at the old lighthouse, keep a cot up there. Oh, Winter slows everythin' down here, most people leave, the rich bastards. Used to sail down the coast myself, even far as Cuba, to get away from the cold, but can't do that anymore. But I keep pretty active, always doin' something or someone, Aha! Well, thank ya for saying I could be in my seventies, that's right nice of ya. It's not the years that matter, it's the milage. Sure, I don't go up ladders anymore, I'm not stupid, but I don't sit around too much neither. Nope, not much in the way of aches and pains, I'm still pretty limber. You'll see...

Summer of '58? Hell yes, I remember it, remember it well. It was a good summer for me in more ways than one. Why d'ya pick that one? You had to pick one over 50 years past for your project. Oh, Gloria told you big changes started that year, things were never the same after that. OK, I get it. Oh, you're gonna record me on your iPhone? Shit, what's the world comin' to? No, I don't mind. Can't embarrass me, always said what I wanted and didn't give a shit what anybody thought 'bout it.

Oh, I been here since after the War, WW2. Did a spell in the Merchant Marines. Caught on here as a handyman, by '58 I was called the Caretaker of Scarecrow Island. Well, it made sense, I like to get around, do a lot of different stuff, like to walk the beaches, see what's comin' over the horizon, and I only sleep 'bout 2 hours at a time. Oh, I sleep 'bout 3 or 4 times a day, that's enough for me. Nope, always been that way. Well, mostly I just kept my eyes open, you know, in case a strange boat came over the horizon or a gnarly weather forecast came over the air and spread the word when I needed to. Had a radio for the Coast Guard if I needed it, and the State Patrol. Only 'bout 12 families ever lived here, even now. 

Was a mechanic in the MM: a radio man. Could fix pretty much everythin' that broke round here, still do. Still run over to the mainland in my launch one or twice a week, sail if it's nice, or I used to. Girl in every port, in the old days. Oh, you don't believe that? You'll see, Lucy, you'll see. Think you what want to, aha! 

Oh, that summer was a beautiful one, '58. I remember the day when the yacht came in with the Halstrom family, a little after Memorial Day; that's what started everythin'. Lots of big hopes rode in that day. Mike Halstrom was in oil, big oil, high up in the company. No, which one doesn't matter. Good guy, average build, blue eyes, dark hair, pushin' 40. He'd been here as a kid, working the grounds at the Barclay Inn one summer. Almost local boy makes good, that story, rich man comin' back to his roots. Nope, he didn't come from here. His wife Betty was a bitch: tall, pretty thin, massive tits and hips, usually had a look on her face that could curdle milk. Matronly, wanted to rise high in society. Don't think I ever saw her smile, well maybe a time or two but we're not at that part of the story. Daughter Anna: 18 year old perfection. If she'd been one of the summer workers I woulda taken a crack at her.

No, Teddy Barclay spotted her on the way in, never got a chance. She was running around deck in a bathing suit when they came around the point, changed for when they docked: dressed in a silly sailor suit like a 12 year old. Yeah, you're right but we're way ahead of the story. Let's take this in order. I saw Teddy up on the hill with his binoculars that morning, well he was there a lot anyway, looking at the ships or at the beaches. A good lookin', red blooded boy, hard-workin', just done with High School and saving money for college. Tall, dark and handsome lad, nothing like his father. His father Edward was a fat, dorky smartass who came from a good family and picked up the family taste for booze. Damn near drank his way out of that Inn, but that's getting ahead of the story, too. Teddy's mom Brenda was a looker: average size, weight and everything, but my, how hot! That face could not only launch a thousand ships, it could stop them dead in the water, too. Had her bedroom window in my telescope many a night.

Now, did I say I was a good person? I still get some action, once or twice a week. There's a couple of ladies like Gloria who stop by, old widow ladies who don't give a rat's ass 'bout their reputations; I help make the world a better place for them, put some motion into their ocean. Like reputation matters these days! Hell, it sure did back then. Was I cruisin' for chicks in those days? Back then I was after it every time possible, every day if I could, but discreet. No, always been pretty careful, at least, far as not getting too greedy. Never slept with one of the highbrow locals in those days, nor their daughters, never. Sleep with somebody important here and everybody knows in a week, sometimes a couple of days. Also meant I wouldn't be trusted, and trust is important. Burglar shouldn't steal from his neighbors, if he's smart; wild animals generally don't shit where they eat. I was the kids' bus driver, so to speak, ran them from the island into school and back every day. Never laid a hand on any of 'em, they though I was a dutch uncle. We got along all right, never had to feed any of 'em to the sharks. Aha! Used to threaten the little ones with that, just to rile them up or keep 'em in line. Residents here trust me and that makes a big difference, I keep that trust.

God, woulda loved to tap Brenda Barclay myself but her crazy husband probably woulda shot my ass. Since Anna's mom was angling to join local society, the Halstrom girl was off limits, too. I stuck to visitors and working kids here for the summer for the most part. Oh, I can be a silver tongued devil when I want to be. Also good at getting hold of stuff, stuff folks don't normally have access to round here, some of summer workers called me the general store of Scarecrow. No, don't deal weed anymore, used to. Won't matter soon, will it? 

I also listen pretty good. Hell, by then I didn't have to work as a handyman, heard enough investment advice here and there to build up a pretty good bankroll, even by then. No, you don't need to know how much. Worked 'cause I like it and don't like to sit still. These old pricks wouldn't have accepted me into their club as a rich man as it was even though I had more money than most of 'em. Happy just to have the boat and freedom to go where I wanted.

Let me get back to the story of the Holstroms back in '58. Old Edward Barclay was pretty put out about Mike coming back and throwing his money around: Mike had worked for him about 20 years earlier, and Ed didn't think turnabouts was fair play. The old drunk had a lot of pride, which only helped him stay mean and drunk. I think Brenda talked Ed into letting them come 'cause they were pretty broke and needed the booking. Old man even swallowed his pride and gave them the best rooms he had. Beautiful view that overlooked the bay, his own quarters, too. I'm sure that made a difference how things developed.

Speaking of developing, you need to start investing in this conversation. Let me get him out, have to be careful. Ever seen one that big? I think not, can tell you're impressed. Oh yeah, you know what to do. 

Your hand is so soft. Spit on him, give him a little lubrication. That's it. Nice. You look familiar, you come from around these parts? Providence-all right. Close enough to everything. You don't have to ask about goin' farther if the spirit moves you, just do it. Aha! 

All right, back to '58. I heard they all sat around the big table at dinner, formal wear and all, and everybody who was anybody on the island was there. Table conversation had to be a strange one, from what Flora Evans said afterward. Think Edward grossed out Betty Halstrom, asked her if she ever went skinny dipping, and rambled a long time how great it was. Bet she was never nekkid except in the bath. Course nobody wanted to think about old Ed being nekkid, ever. The kids didn't pay much attention, just looked at each other dreamy-eyed across the table. Well, they were probably the only two their age around that summer. No, there were three other kids here, but they were working at different houses, they woulda been too busy to socialize. Class meant something then, too. The adults would have kept the working kids at a distance, but Tony knew 'em a little.

Oh, I met them, you bet. Nice kids. Coupla boys from UConn did some landscaping for the families on the other side of the island and next door to them there was a Radcliffe girl doin' some housekeeping. What a body on that kid! Oh, they wanted cigarettes and booze and were too young to get 'em. I helped them out, for a price. No, she didn't have to pay money. She was really pretty special.

The next day I was working the other side of the island, fixing a couple of lawn mowers in a little shop I rented. Mid-morning, Tony Barclay caught up with me: he used to bring everybody the mail, he'd catch the incoming bag from the mail boat and throw them the outgoing. Anyway, Tony was all worked up, "Hey Mr. Payne, got a bill or two for ya."

"Thanks, Tony. Everybody excited to see the new guests?"

"Oh yeah. Mrs. Halstrom's pretty stuck up, but Mr. Halstrom's pretty great and Anna is wonderful."

"I bet. You walk around the garden last night? Get a good look at her yet?"

"Shit, Mr. Payne, you're psychic! Saw her on the deck when they were coming in: what a tomato! Blonde hair, blue eyes, what a figure. Said her Mom made her put on the dorky outfit when they came to the dock. Her Mom's a witch with a capital B. Dad grossed her out at dinner, he was into his third martini, and the look on her face should have killed him. Mom was acting pretty weird too, as if Mr. Halstrom was somebody she didn't want to see, didn't say much. By the time I got done walking in the garden with Anna, only Dad was still at the table, working on another martini."

"Didya have a nice walk in the garden?'

"Yeah, you bet."

"She a good kisser?"

He blushed a little, it was kinda cute. "Oh, yeah. Don't think she ever done it before."

"Well, take your time, Tony. Go slow, it's the best way. You'll have lotsa time to get to know her, and you don't wanta have just a cheap fling. You wanta settle down here someday, find somebody ta share it with, and goin' for a quick lay will mess that up."

"Oh really? Never thought I'd hear you say that."

"I speak from experience: I got everythin' I want and don't wanna get tied down. I likes my freedom.You're not like me, so don't be me. Don't be your old man, either. Take your time and let things happen naturally. Be who you are."

"Okay. Gotta run, see you later."

When I got done in the shop was time to see Flora, who was living at the Barclay Inn. Good family, their fortune got gambled away, and Flora needed painkillers for her arthritis. She needed a delivery and I needed a release-hey, I'm not proud, I'll take it wherever I can get it. Almost. When I came in her door, I'd never seen her so agitated. "You'll never believe what I heard this morning!"

Flora was an eavesdropper from way back. I started unzipping her dress and asked her: "What, Flora?"

"Well, I was down in the basement, getting out my summer dresses from the locker, and I overheard Brenda in the laundry room. She wasn't alone! She was in there with Mike Halstrom, and what were they talking about? The old days. You remember when Mike was a groundskeeper out here?"

"Yeah, a couple of summers before the war, if I remember right. Nice kid, hard worker."

"Well, he and Brenda had a romance that summer! They were screwing each other regularly, passionately. All the while she was dating Edward. She'd go swimming and drink lemonade all day with her future husband and screw the help every night. What a hussy! If I'd only known! She chose Edward because it seemed he had more money, a better future, and she didn't see a good life for her anywhere off the island. Well, Mike went out and made a fortune while Edward's been pissing his life away here, and she's tired of it! Wants to divorce Edward and marry Mike if he can get free. Can you imagine that?"

"Well, seems like a good idea. Not often ya get a second chance to do things right."

"Well, they're going to meet at the boathouse tonight at 2AM! I heard some noises, I think they were kissing but I don't think they had time for more than that. She was buttoning her blouse when she came out, and he followed a few minutes later. Shameful, sneaking around like that! Can you imagine what they're going to do?"

"Sorta like what we're gonna do, right?" Flora smiled and we didn't talk much after that, since most of her clothes were on the floor.

Lucy, I can see you imagining what they did and I like it you're stroking faster. You keep imaging those two lovers makin' that rendezvous. The boathouse walkway is elevated; I was underneath it when they met. Nice, keep doing that, feels good. They met at 2AM and didn't say much. Imagine they used the sailcloth as a cushion, and she's a noisy girl in the sack. Think about them fucking, Lucy. I'm a little dry, you need to give me some lubrication. Oh yes, baby, take it in, suck the head, I like that. Brenda Barclay was moaning like a whore as Mike Halstrom fucked her, I snuck a look. Her head went back and forth and her mouth was open, her skirt was up and her blouse was open, he played with her tits as he fucked her. Oh, I'm gonna be ready soon. Think about them, Lucy: he was banging her hard, she hit her head on the wall and didn't notice, she was so into it. She hadn't been well fucked all her married life and she was gettin' it at last after 'bout twenty years. Oh, oh, oh, oh, stroke me faster, almost there, take me over the top, YES!

God, Lucy. I think I'm in love. Let me take your picture, you look so cute with sperm all over your face. Now don't worry, not sharing it with anybody, I'm a greedy bastard. Got nothing to prove to the Internet. Love your dimples. There's a roll of paper towels on the counter for ya to clean up with. Oh, Mike and Brenda screwed at least two hours that night, then snuck back to their frigid beds. No, I don't think Tony and Anna got another crack at each other before they went to bed that night, but they were able to wave good night to each other. Oh, their windows were in easy view of each other's.Think she was only wearing her slip, the little tease. That was a lot in those days. Sounded kinda cute to me.

I think I need a nap, dearie. Glad you liked the story. No, I'm pretty much always here these days. If somebody needs something fixed they generally bring it around here. I got a shed by the dock where I keep my workspace. Probably go for a little swim around sunset if it's not storming. You want to come hear more of the story? Great. See ya, Sweetheart.

George Payne Pt. 02



All right, Lucy, good to see ya again. I like halter tops, glad it's warm enough you could wear one. My, you've got big nipples. You have a good day yesterday, talkin' to all the other ancients on the island? Good. Not much to do these dog days of August, might as well tell stories. Scarecrow Island doesn't have a big dramatic history, maybe some pirates here in colonial days, but we generally stay off the radar. Almost always been a haven for the rich. No, the players 'round here haven't changed much since '58.

I'm glad you met the Barclays, they're nice folks. Even showed ya the family photo album, gave ya a tour of the Inn? Marvelous. Oh, they know I talk pretty freely, they don't care. Not much use in it. Yes, the story the last few years is a great one for them, glad they're doin' well. They sure weren't doin' too hot in '58.

The day after the Halstroms arrived was a great day for a sail, so I took the boat out to run before the wind. On the way back, I anchored off the point to fish a little and saw Tony and Anna climbing up the hill. He was showing her his favorite lookout spot. They were both wearin' button down shirts and shorts, couple of kids exploring. No, they didn't neck when they got to the top, Tony was taking my advice to go slow. Looked kinda cute, two kids sitting on the hilltop holdin' hands, stealing pecks on the lips every now and then. Nothing really to look at.

Over the next few days Mrs. Halstrom just walked around the island trying to impress the other ladies here and blend in, making formal social calls. No, she wore long sleeved blouses and skirts, very proper. Sometimes she was with her husband. There was a house for sale and I think they were interested in it, but anybody on the island could veto the sale, at least any of the long term homeowners. That's the way it is here. Betty was tryin' to work her way into the club. The old residents could take to somebody new if they suited. Don't think Mike was ever that interested in living here, but she sure was. Yeah, it's funny the way things worked out.

Oh, ya don't want to sit out here very long? Yes, I understand delicate skin and no, I don't want to see that lovely skin get sunburned. You got a nice glow goin', work it carefully. Sure, we'll go below, I feel good about that. Watch your step.

After a couple of weeks, Tony stopped by to tell me Mrs. Halstrom wanted to talk to me, needed something fixed. I grabbed my toolbox and went up to the Barclay Inn. When Tony showed me to her room, I gave him a funny look: I knew that's where he and his folks lived, but he just shrugged, giving me a 'what do you do?' look. After one knock, I heard the answer, "Come in."

Now Betty Halstrom could have been a Viking Queen. Her hair was cut short, but she was tall, built like a brick house, strong. Her eyes were a bit tired, but other than that she looked pretty good. She was wearing a white sleeveless blouse and gray slacks, no jewelry other than her wedding ring, and sandals. She had a habit of tapping her wrist when she was nervous, and she was a bit nervous to meet me "I hear you're discreet in your work. I also hear you can get some things that aren't easily available on the island. Is that true?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Well, no one must know the work you're doing for me this morning, absolutely no one. I'm also running out of a prescription, and don't want to sail half a day to get it refilled."

"What's the prescription for?"

"Sleeping pills."

That was interesting. "I think I can refill that for you right away. Keep a stock for a couple other folks on the island. Do you have the original prescription?"

"No, I left it at home in Pittsburgh."

I looked her square in the eye and she looked squarely back. Cold, determined, icy. "I think I can help you, but it will cost more."

"I don't have much money on my own, Mike keeps the money."

"There may be other ways you could pay me..."

"That's what I understand as well. I'm willing to negotiate."

Now a lot of guys would push it to the max right away, see how much they could get away with. I'm kinda old fashioned, don't like going all the way on the first date. That time I figured I wouldn't even play my best card, so I felt a bit brave. "Show me what you need fixed."

She got out her makeup bag, a round item with compartments and a mirror, that included a false bottom. Inside the hidden compartment was a vibrator. Jackpot. 

I put my toolbox on the vanity and opened it up. "You know I like to travel, especially when I can see some nice, dramatic mountains near the coast," I said out of the blue. She didn't say a word, just started unbuttoning her blouse. I sat there and watched the show, but she gave me no drama: first the buttons were undone, and the blouse came off. She looked at me for a moment, and I was looking back, askin' for more with my eyes. Didn't make a move to work on the toy. Well, the bra got unhooked and tossed aside, and her arms returned to her sides. Her tits were like Chelsea Handler's, huge with fairly small nipples. A breeze came through the window and the nubs got hard. Her face stayed pretty blank the whole time, like it was no big deal for a married woman to let a strange man stare at her bare tits. Yeah, it really didn't happen in those days, at least not much. I whistled and said: "Stay like that and I'll see what I can do." 

It took a few minutes to take apart the vibrator and see how it worked. She was silent for a bit, then took a look out the window. "My daughter is hanging out with that Barclay boy again. She needs to learn how to comport herself. We're respectable people, we have to present ourselves just right. She needs to make a good impression here, and she can't come across as a slutty little girl or a tease. They need to think I've raised her right."

"Yes, Ma'am. They've been an item since you folks got here; don't think anybody cares 'bout it. We were all young once; puppy love's nothin' new."

"I keep telling her she must hold back, be demure, let him make the first moves and only let him kiss her reluctantly. She went out with her blouse unbuttoned too far, and shorts that are far too short. Damn, her father must have bought them for her. She can't offer herself to that boy like a piece of meat. What will people think?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I think I've got this thing figured out, but it's going to take a little longer." Well, I delayed it because I wanted to see those beautiful bare boobs a while longer. I was glad I had a date later, it was going to be hell to hang on until then. I looked at her lips and had evil thoughts. 

Speaking of evil thoughts, now that we're below and out of sight, how about giving me a better view of your mountains, Lucy? What, no objection, you're just going to whip them out? I love modern times, God, I was born too soon. Nice. You think God would mind if I played with one of your nipples? I just can't resist huge nipples.

What happened next? After messing around another ten minutes, I had the vibrator running again, which brought a smile to her face. She reached for her bra and I said: "Not so fast. There will be a separate price for the sleeping pills."

"Okay. What?"

"Those lovelies look absolutely delicious. I'd like a sample."

"All right." What did I do to them? It'll be easier to show you than tell you. I sucked them like this a little bit, mmm, then swirled my tongue around, mmm, and did that a while. Oh you like that, too, go figure. Then I won't stop for a while, 'scuse me. I took a chance and gave her left one a little bite and she gasped, putting her hand on the back of my head. Like this. 

Thanks, honey. It's been too long since I've had firm, young tits. I milked Betty Halstrom's tits like this a while, until the quarter hour sounded and I got worried someone might come back and catch us. Her face was almost like stone, but the left corner of her mouth twitched a tiny, tiny bit. She put her bra and blouse back on and I put my tools away. "I'll send Tony up with your pills this afternoon, you can trust him. No, he won't ask what they are. If you have more trouble with this thing, just bring it down to my boat."

"Yes. I understand you hear a lot about what goes on around the island. You're out at night, looking for different kinds of-danger."

"That's right. I keep myself abreast of what's going on. Night watchman is part of what I do." She winced at that line just like you did just now. "Will keep you informed for a price." She looked at me, trying to see through me, but I gave away nothing. "I know what your husband and daughter are doing, but not today. We'll have to negotiate that price separately."

She started tapping her wrist again. "I'm worried about Edward Barclay coming on to me."

I laughed out loud. "He may be playing with ya, likes to tease stuck up women, or rather, women he thinks are stuck up. Don't worry about him, he never follows through. You can keep ahead of him easy, if ya want."

"No problem there? Old creep? All right." She took a deep breath and stopped her tapping.

"And if you want to make regular deposits on your account, I'm usually looking around the hills and the harbor through my telescope or binoculars around 11:30AM. Give me something to look at and I'll think kindly of you."

She gave me a dirty look and a sharp, single nod of her head. Followed through on it, too. Like clockwork she showed me that big beautiful body of hers as God made it every day at 11:30 through her window.

What do I do after stimulation like that? Take care of it, of course. No thanks, I've got a date later today, so you're all right for now. You're a glorious appetizer, thanks. What did I do that day? Oh, I had a delivery that afternoon while the Simmons family was here playing bridge with Mike Halstrom and Edward Barclay. Their little maid that summer was my delicious girl who liked all kinds of forbidden fruit. Brought her a bottle of rum, a pack of cigarettes and a little marijuana. You want to hear about it? Come sit here on my lap facing me. Let me play with your nipples and I'll tell you.

We met in her quarters, and she was wearing her little maid outfit. Her top buttons were undone, giving me a great view of her cleavage, and she'd put on red lipstick, which always drives me wild. "You've got my stuff, right Georgie?"

"You bet, babe."

"The Simmons are starting to think I drink too much Coke, so I gotta start saving it for when I can have rum. Can I make you one?"

"No thanks, darlin'. Need to keep my focus. I'll take a shot of bourbon."

She poured me a shot from a bottle she kept under her mattress. I was a regular visitor. She got some ice out of her refrigerator and made herself a Rum and Coke, a rather weak one by East Coast standards. You know, up here they give ya a glass of rum with just enough soda to change the color. A sigh came from her lips after she took the first sip, and gave me a long French kiss in gratitude. She said: "I think the whole island is buzzing about the Halstroms. They came over for lunch yesterday."

"How did John and Jean like them?"

"Oh, they liked them all right. Very formal, very proper, just like the Simmons like people. Their girl looked bored most of the time, but the others didn't care. Mrs. Simmons offered to take Anna riding around the island, but the kid said she doesn't ride. Her mother said she'd be getting some lessons when she went off to finishing school this fall."

"What else did they talk about?"

"Oh, Mr. Simmons tried to talk about a book he just read, Atlas Shrugged, but nobody else was very interested in it. They played a rubber of bridge and Mr. Halstrom got very pissed at his wife: she misplayed a slam and her chewed her out pretty good. She just glared at him and took it all."

"Any notion of how the rest of the island is takin' to the Halstroms?"

"So far, so good. Don't know, they probably won't vote on accepting them until the end of the summer. You know this lot, they don't make up their minds quickly or easily. Want to look over newcomers a long time before they say yes."

I threw back the rest of my drink and sat on the bed. She gave me a look, then sat on my lap, kinda like you are right now, and I pulled out her right tit to play with. I heard her moaning as she finished her drink, so I pushed her back and started in earnest. You want to know more? You like having your nipples squeezed a little? Yeah, like that. She loved it, I could even take a little nibble on them once in a while. I'd take those buds under my fingers, just like this, and squeeze them, roll them around a little. Oh, you like that, too. Makes me wish I could cancel my date, but I'm getting a couple of lobsters and some clams out of the deal, so-oh, you think I'm just a gigolo? Reminds me of the song, aha! You could say that, but I don't need the money. Just like getting my rocks off, and if some dame wants to give me somethin' for makin' her happy, I got no problem.

Oh sure, my little maid got nekkid anytime I wanted. Never wanted to suck dick, lot of women didn't in those days and those who did, didn't talk about it much. No, don't know if Betty Halstrom ever sucked a dick in her life before '58. You gotta wait for that part of the story. Oh, my little maid was good at getting me hard without her lips. Her hands were soft, just like yours. Even pushed boobs together so I could fuck 'em once in a while. It was slick and sweet south of her border, and could keep me hard for a long time. Insatiable little cunt, I think we fucked for hours. Never wanted to pull out, she was so good. No, I don't remember her name right now.

That's a nice necklace you've got, a little cross. Family heirloom, huh? You sure Jesus wouldn't mind me playing with your tits? No, I bet He never said anything in the Bible about it. Good enough for me. Give me a little taste and we'll call it a session. Nice. No, I've got to cruise over to the mainland and pick up a few things. No, not as much stuff as I used to, and the weather's great today, no problem. No, I'm not going to take the sailboat, I'm getting too old for that shit. If you could raise my sails, we could go out. Aha! You are wise in the ways of the world, didn't think you'd pick up on that. It's a date.

So you like a little nibble on your nub? Nice. You'll be back in a couple of days? If the weather holds, we'll take the boat out, if not, we can still chat. You wanna hear more about the summer of '58? Good, I got more to tell. See ya soon, Lucy.



George Payne Pt. 03



Damn the bad weather! I was looking forward to taking this old tub out under sail today, have to do it another time. Nice blouse. Glad to see the spirit of the '60s is still alive. Hope nobody else saw your big brown nipples saying hello to the world through your nice light-blue blouse. Come on down below before that squall catches up to us. Seems you got a little damp walkin' down here in that little shower we had a few minutes ago.

Yeah, Tony and Anna took their time that summer of '58. They're good kids, and all their kids are, too. Getting ahead of the story. Oh, everybody settled into a routine: Betty and Mike spent quality time with the folks around the island and Mike spent quality time with Brenda Barclay at night. I remember one night when I was walking the beaches: they were in the boathouse. He was doin' her from behind, I could see her face in the window. She was bent over, and her tits were flopping all over the place as he fucked her from behind. Suddenly, she was plastered all over an old screen window, her body pushed up against it, especially her boobs. I'm sure it left little wiry dents like a little waffle iron on her skin. Rubbed herself all over that screen as well; don't know why it didn't bust through or somethin'. The look on her face was somethin' else, ecstasy is what I'd call it. Not many people talked about doin' it doggy style in those days, but they were sure into it. Woulda loved to see her tits afterward, maybe they got some skin burns from that old screen as they was goin' at it hard. Damn, she was in a different dimension when she was gettin' fucked good.

Tony and Anna hung out together as two kids in puppy love generally do, takin' a week decidin' when to make another move. Didn't try to check up them often, it was cute but not exciting unless you're young. I got my ashes hauled pretty regular by my little maid and Flora Evans, with a special number for dessert. Nice summer, very nice.

Fourth of July is a big deal around here, and the rich people like to see big fireworks as much as anybody else. They take turns buying them, and I used ta set them up on a barge off the North shore, at least that's how it was then. We had a splendid show that year you woulda loved, fantastic. Oh, Anna was a dish, no doubt about that, took after her mother physically. Found out her folks slept apart, which made sneaking around easy for her dad. Betty got mad as hell that Fourth; little Anna got her boobs sunburned all the way down to the nipples, and I had to send some special lotion up. No, didn't get to see it gettin' used, woulda been nice. Aloe vera wasn't that common in the Fifties. Betty was so worried the other snobs would hear about that, she coulda spit poison. No, the story didn't get out, it got contained.

Anna and Tony were out explorin' that day. There was a holiday brunch at the Barclay Inn the whole island turned up for, and they snuck off. Took old man Edward's advice and went skinny dipping. Oh sure, Mike didn't give a rat's ass where the kids were or what they did. He told Flora he thought sex was natural and a great thing. Good grief, he sure practiced it with Betty! Got plenty of exercise, plenty. I don't know if Ed and Brenda cared: she kept an eye on their boy, but didn't say anything. Ed only paid attention to the lad when he wanted something or chewed him out.

So the kids snuck down to the cove around the bend and swam nekkid most of the day. No, they didn't fuck, but I think they found out what oral sex was that day. Saw him licking her crotch while she sucked him. Yeah, that blouse is still a bit wet, Lucy; go ahead and take it off. Nice to see these old friends again. They say more than a mouthful is a waste, but I don't believe it. I love cupping a nice pair like this with my hands.

Skinny dipping: they stayed out a bit too long and got a little red, at least, she did. Tony'd been out in the sun more, but her skin was always pretty fair. He came down here to get somethin' for her, trying to help her before her mom found out, but it didn't quite work that way. Betty hit the roof, called Anna everything but a slut, shouted at Brenda and Edward until Mike slapped her. I was going to make another delivery of sleeping pills soon, so I knew what I was going to ask for.

No I'm sure, they hadn't gone all the way yet. Not like my little maid and me. No, I don't remember her name yet, but I think it started with L. Yeah, she used to wear a necklace like yours, come to think of it. God, she was fantastic.

Mike and Betty were still doing it regular in the boathouse. No, I didn't always go over to listen to them, but I kept track of their comings and goings. Yeah, that was a dumb way to put it. Well, I'd peek in from time to time, when I was sure they were too busy to notice. If we had lipstick cameras in those days, I coulda made a mint off them. They seemed to do pretty standard stuff: he usually got on top of her and pound away. Oh, yeah he took her from behind a lot, too, like I said before. Yeah, maybe they did a little foreplay. No, he never stopped until she was satisfied, don't think she ever faked it. Hell, if they fucked like that as kids, it's a wonder she didn't get pregnant in the old days. Oh, Mike was pretty well built, and Brenda looked great nekkid. I was out sailing one day after the Fourth and saw them at the cove, skinny dipping. Wondered how they got away, since Edward and Betty weren't doing anything together.

What about Edward Barclay? I think he was a nice enough guy in the beginning, but he got too lucky too early in life. Grew up rich, so he had no good idea how to work and make money, which was a problem when he got to age thirty and the family fortune was starting to go. Turned the house into an inn to keep from losin' it. Got way too lucky with women as well: Brenda was a great catch he didn't deserve. She wanted a stable, comfortable life and didn't get it. She was too much woman for him, and he never coped. They had Tony in their first year, and I'm not sure how often they had sex after that. His credit ended up in the dumpster by' 58, and I always made him pay in cash. Must have been why she asked Mike that first day to help her in the laundry room, something must have been busted.

No, I'm sure Tony is Ed's son, he was born almost a year after their marriage to the day. Tony got his old man's smile, and his ears: big, floppy things that stick out like sails. Some ways it woulda been better if Mike had knocked her up that summer, they woulda ended up together from the start.

No, Tony and Anna were more careful after the Fourth, they knew Betty was on to them. It slowed them up a little, havin' to sneak around. Flora told me how Brenda felt about things once: "Brenda always gives them a look, sad and lonely. She remembers how she was at that age, when she had her first love, and how that turned out. She worries Tony and Anna will end up in the same kind of mess she and Mike were. Doesn't want either of them to make the wrong choice like she did."

Divorces weren't common in those days: you married somebody, you were stuck with them unless you were in entertainment. Brenda was trapped, no doubt, Mike was, too. The only thing hopeful was Mike was rich.

You know, it's been a while since the monster was loose. Why don't you take him out for me? Yeah, nice and gentle. Love your soft hands. Oh, it's so nice you know what to do. Not like Betty Halstrom. How many lovers have I had? I lost count. Like I said, I never fooled around with the residents here unless they were desperate old widows who could keep a secret. Flora Evans was one of them: God, that bitch was ahead of her time! Did absolutely everything, even took it up the butt. Stayed away from free spirits for the most part as well, I learned in the MM how to keep clean. Usually looked for girls who were virgins and tired of it, traded them some forbidden fruit for their charms. Yeah, my little maid was one of them: I took her cherry. Hey, I never got VD, I got morals.

Keep stroking me, and I'll tell you about the humiliation of Betty Halstrom. One of my proudest moments. Oh, she needed some more sleeping pills about a little after the Fourth and I went up there just before 11:30, so I could catch her nekkid. She'd been putting herself out like clockwork, every day, with a milk-curdling look on her face like she wasn't enjoyin' it a bit. I knew better; that vibrator needed more than electricity to work. She despised her husband, so relief from him was out.

I caught her in her dressing gown, and she let me in hurriedly. "How dare you come at this time!" shse said in a harsh whisper. "What the hell are you thinking?"

Her tone pissed me off. "I'm a busy man. You want your pills or not?"

She sat down hard in defeat, nodding. Ordinarily I would have left them and taken off, but I wanted more, so I took my time going for the door. "I want to know," she started.

"Know what?"

"About what's going on. About what people are doing."

"Well, the Hirsches are expecting another grandchild, and the Fredericks ordered their groundskeepers to stop throwing their cigarette butts in the fishpond. The Simmons..."

"Not that crap. How do people like me here?"

"They like you fine, Betty. You seem to be a lot like them. So far, they'll probably vote to let you buy in, unless something awful happens."

"What about this place, the Barclay Inn? Who's fucking who here?"

"There are a grand total of eighteen in this house, as you know. Most are retired people with some connection to Scarecrow Island, and want to spend the rest of their days here. Not much for sleeping around. The Barclays live out back, where your husband used to when he worked here many years ago. Don't think they sleep together much, either."

Her hand was tappin' her wrist again; God, she was nervous. "I want to know if my husband's been screwing the Barclay woman. I want to know how much of a slut my daughter is. I want to know if that old troll who runs this place is going to rape me sometime when I'm not looking."

I put my hand on her shoulder. "That will cost a lot. I'll give you an free appetizer: Edward Barclay probably couldn't get it up if he wanted to. He's always hungover in the morning and drunk by lunchtime. His talk is all bluster: he likes pushin' your buttons. Like I said before. you're worryin' about nothing."

She relaxed a bit and looked in the mirror at my reflection. "That's a relief. It was bad enough submitting to Mike when we were trying to have kids. What about the rest?"

"What will you do for me, how will you make me happy?"

"What will I give you? My body. I will let you fuck me silly, as many times as you want. Any way you want."

I know, I was just as excited to hear that then as I am remembering it now. See, he likes you, Lucy. No, I didn't fuck her, that day or ever. I have standards, like I said, believe it or not. Ya could even say I'm a moral person in my own way. So I asked her why she was looking to move to Scarecrow Island so badly. She told me:

"I want to live in a place that's decent, without any corrupting influences. Want to stay away from the Negroes and the Chinese and the Mexicans to start with. Those religious fanatics can keep their distance, too: Jews and Catholics, even those damn self-righteous Baptists. This is a white Protestant country and ought to stay that way. Can't stand the Orientals, either, or Italians, Irish or Pollocks. Tired of having little kids around. This place is ideal, old families, old money, decency, decorum. It's quiet and dignified, I can relax here, I belong here. Just wish my damn husband and daughter wouldn't screw it up for me."

I got my dick out and held it in her face. "Touch it."

"How disgusting!"

"You want your pills and you wanna know what's goin' on. This is how you get it: do what I tell ya. Touch it, stroke it."

I loved the face she made, all screwed up. There wasn't any doubt; there was a slut underneath the prim and proper posing. She stood up, slipped out of her robe and knelt before me naked with her knees on a carpet. It would have been better on a hard floor, so her knees would hurt after, but beggars can't be choosers. "Stroke it, make it wet." She pulled back at first touch, but relaxed and began to stroke it gently. Oh Lucy, would you stroke him now? Yeah, baby, that's it. So much better than she did. 

Betty spat on it, made an ugly face and kept going. After a minute or so, I said: "You're not making him wet enough. Take him in your mouth. Suck on it, Betty."

"I've never done this before. Nice girls don't do this, ever. It's so disgusting, don't know if I can stand it."

"Do you want the pills? You've offered your body, any way I want, and I'm takin' it. I want you kneelin' nekkid on the floor with my cock in your ugly mouth." I knew the answer without her saying: she stuck out her tongue and touched it gingerly, yes like that Lucy, and then sucked it in. Oh Lucy, you're so good. My God, I can hardly think straight. 

"Suck on it like a lollipop," I told Betty, "run your tongue all around the ridges." She did and I put my hands on her head to keep her there, not letting her pull away. I fucked her face a little bit, not going too deep. Yeah, like this Lucy, I know what you're thinking. God, your mouth feels so good. We got into a rhythm and I started telling her what she wanted to know, "Your husband's doing what you think he is. Of course, if you want to move here, you can't get a divorce, so you'll have to put up with it. He and Brenda are enjoyin' each other's company like they did when they was teenagers, fucking each other hot and hard three times a week. Ed's always too drunk to notice when they go at it. Tony's hanging out with Anna a lot, but I don't think they're doing it yet. Puppy love, they don't know what they're doing and afraid to go too far. They love each other so much, it's beautiful."

She mumbled something incoherent around my dick, and I didn't take it out for her to speak clearly. I just wanted to fuck that face hard after hearing what a witch she was. No Lucy, you're not a witch, you're my favorite woman right now, you know how to make love to a cock with your mouth. Shit girl, where did ya learn that? Anyway, I said to Betty: "I'm goin' to go faster, and you're goin' along if you want these pills. You swallow everything I put in your mouth, every drop without complainin'. I know you think it's filthy and disgusting and I don't care. You're goina to do it again and again if you want to know what your family is up to, your vibrator kept in working order and your supply of pills guaranteed. Is it a deal?"

Her head moved up and down, and I went over the edge. I filled her wicked mouth and held my cock inside until she drank it all. Oh, just like this. God, God, God, God! Lucy, what are you doin' to me girl? Ah, don't stop, don't stop, aha! Oh yes, Lucy. Yeah, don't stop sucking, take it all. Damn, you're so good.

Sorry I had to stop there, my mind just went blank. Don't laugh at me little girl, it's not nice. Yes, I love you madly, especially after that!

When I pulled it out her mouth, Betty gave me a hateful look, but used her finger to clear a little sperm off her face, putting it into her mouth and sucking it off. I noticed her other hand was down around her bush; yeah, there was a slut under that prim lady. I put her pills on her vanity, put my cock away and left.

I didn't realize deevinity students were such great cocksuckers. Damn, Lucy, if I were younger I'd marry you. Oh, you'd probably marry me for my money anyway, but-do ya do this for everybody you're interviewin'? No, come to think of it, Tony's always faithful, old man Simmons would probably die, and the rest haven't had a hard-on in decades. I'm glad they're tellin' ya what ya need to know, and your paper is gonna write itself. Can I do something for you? Bet you've tasty, little girl, love to eat you out. Sit up here. Don't worry about the lightning crossing the bay; we're safe here. I can reach your titties, so this'll work out just fine.

Yummy, I knew it. Always loved doing this, learned how when I was a kid back in Georgia. Mmm. Love your tits in my hands. Go ahead, baby, don't hold back. Hell no, I'm not stopping, I'll get ya over the edge. Damn, you came hard, I was 'bout ready to give up, You held back didn't you? You say no but you got a shit-eatin' grin on your face. Well, thanks for the compliment: we old men like to know we can still please a woman. Next time? Sure, I can do it agin', do more than this. Do it 'bout twice a week. You're on the Pill? Wonderful. That's been a godsend, made my life simpler. No, I never gave a rat's ass if I knocked somebody up. Used to keep the unwed mother's homes in business till they closed them. Aha! 

A black girl back home in Georgia showed me 'bout sex. Lila was her name, pitch black skin, wild curly hair, strong as an ox. Saw me skinny dippin' one day and got interested in my magic wand. Then there was Clara, her cousin. Thought I was going to get lost in her. Kinda proud I had a dick that made the black girls take notice. Played it pretty safe when I was in the MM. When I got up this direction, I had a couple of girls over on the mainland, usually got my ashes hauled when I'd sail in for supplies for the island. Spent a couple of winters here, stuck. No didn't break my commitment then, never screwed one of the island regulars, but it was tough being a monk sometimes. 

Yeah, it's long enough for me to suck myself. When I got desperate enough, yeah, I did it a few times. No, I never swallowed my own sperm, thought it woulda been like eating my boogers. It's always better to have somebody else do it for you. There was a fairy who spent the winter here 40 years ago, worked for state conservation service, took him up on his offer 'cause I didn't have no other options. It was different, it wasn't bad, but my heart wasn't in it and he was way too possessive. Also bitched too much 'bout how I never did anything for him after I wrecked his asshole, so I broke his nose and he went away.

Come back in a couple days? Guess I'll be here. No, your lovely little nose is safe, I would never lay an angry hand on a sweet girl like you no matter what ya did. Oh yeah, I'll finish the story, no doubt. Most of the endings were happy, far as I know.



George Payne Pt. 04



What a nice sundress, Lucy. Didn't think ya had to change but I'm glad ya did, yellow looks good on you. It was fun running before the wind again, just wish I coulda done the sails. But you were a good mate, did everything just as I told you. God what fun, haven't felt that alive for a long time. You can sail with me anytime. Wish you could stick around so we could do it again. But you gotta go back to Cambridge tomorrow, right? Finish up your degree and start doin' the Lord's work, I guess.

Sure, you can sit on my lap. Let me say hello to one of my favorite little girls. Nobody's around, the day after Labor Day is always pretty slow. Yeah, a back rub would probably be better than a boob rub after all the work ya did, I'll give ya one when you're ready. No hurry? Okay, just let me know. Sure, I'm enjoying this, too. Kinda fun doin' this up here where people're usually around to see. Don't worry if somebody comes by, I'll cover ya up.

Oh, the summer of '58 again. Don't know what to say, other than things spun on the rest of the summer like they started. Mike Halstrom and Brenda Barclay fucked each other silly three times a week in the boathouse, and snuck off to go skinny dipping once in a while. I'll never forget how her tits flopped around when he fucked her from behind. I can say that again, I'm an old man. Really loved seein' it. Anna would wear less and less hangin' around with Tony. It was around the Fourth when they found oral sex, and the middle of August when they fucked the first time. It was around sunup, Flora saw them in the garden, naked as jaybirds, rustling the branches under one of the bushes. 

Oh my little maid? She was great the whole summer. Oh, we got to fuck around 'bout once a week. Never gave me head, but didn't miss it. Flora gave fantastic gummers whenever I wanted, earned her way to heaven, I'm sure. What was my little maid's name? Don't remember. Her pelvis was so great I never wanted to pull out. Toward the first of August, she started gettin' mornin' sickness. We kept at it pretty steady until Labor Day weekend; I took her out sailing just before she left and she was never better. Well, never heard from her after that, she had to go back to school, but I'm pretty sure what happened to her in March or April of 1959.

Ready for that back rub? Let's go below. Watch your head. Yeah, you've been here so much I didn't have to tell you. Just lie down on the bunk, oh you got no problem getting nekkid for me? Knew there was somethin' I liked 'bout ya. I love your butt, so big and beautiful. I'll start slow.

Betty Halstrom was finding an excuse to have me stop by 'bout once a week after I first fucked her face. She always acted disgusted to see me, but kept calling. It was always about the same: she wanted news and I made her suck cock to get it. Never would admit it, but I think she loved it, even got good at it. Strange, the more awful stuff I told her, the more eager she sucked. Always had a hand down below, guess she didn't have to tap her wrist.

The last week they were there, she called me up there at 10, sooner than usual. She answered the door in her robe and let me in. "This damn thing isn't working again. Make it happen."

I took apart the vibrator and it looked like a little sabotage happened. Nothing I couldn't fix, but it took about ten minutes to put right again. "Tell me what's happening," she demanded.

"It'll cost you," I said with a steely voice, as I did every time.

"All right," she replied, shucking her robe to stand naked in front of me and reaching to pull my cock out of my pants. The look on her face was all business, and while she started stroking it with one hand, she plugged the vibrator into the wall with the other. Kneeling on the carpet, she stuck the buzzing thing in her crotch and kissed my meat. First time she did that, vibrated her cunt while she blew me. "Tell me everything. In detail."

As my dick slid into her mouth, I started talking, "Mike and Brenda met in the boathouse again. The moon was out, and I saw them clearly through the window. They kissed each other like teenagers, and he nuzzled her ear and the nape of her neck. After about five minutes of this, they took off their clothes and started stroking each other. His hand was between her legs and she writhed against it. He was sucking her breasts and she loved it, her head moving back and forth."

Betty spat me out. "Did she suck his cock?"

"No, she didn't, never has. Good girls don't do that, don't you know?" I pushed my cock back into her mouth and continued as I fucked her face: "Then he got between her legs and thrust his way in. They started pumping and didn't stop for twenty minutes. Then they lay side by side, restin' for a while, before he screwed her again. Put my balls in your mouth and suck 'em. Stroke the shaft while your doing it. Nice, a little more tongue, Betty. Oh, nice. She was leaning across a table while he did her from behind, her tits floppin' all over the place. She loved it. Bet she wouldn't notice if her boobs were rubbin' sandpaper, she gets so much into him fuckin' her from behind."

She talked into my balls, "Did they only fuck two times, or did they make it to three?"

"Three. They had me put up the old hammock out there a month ago. Got into that for the last time, bouncin' up and down and swayin' all over the place. Miracle the damn thing didn't bust loose. Just made it back to the Inn by daybreak. Take my ball in your mouth and suck on it."

She did as she was told, humming and licking it enthusiastically. "Tell me about my daughter. Tell me about the little slut."

"Put my dick back in your mouth."

"Did she suck his dick again? Did my little Anna take that nasty boy Tony's cock in her mouth and suck on it? Run her tongue all over it and drink all his nasty juices?" The scorn in her voice could have frozen ice cubes. I loved fuckin' that vicious mouth so much, and knowin' she was diddlin' herself at the same time made it even better.

"Flora saw them outside her window. She sits with the lights out. It was just before dawn, at first light. They were naked in the garden, Tony was laying on his back and Anna was kneeling over him. She bent down and took his cock in her mouth." I shoved my cock back in Betty's mouth and pumped her hard while telling her, as the vibrator buzzed her crotch. "Flora thinks she loves suckin' cock and swallowin' sperm. She moved her legs and sat on his face, they sucked each other as the stars disappeared from the sky. Then he pushed her off, rolled her on her back. They was talkin', and he persuaded her. He guided it in slowly, gently, but was screwin' her hard before long. Flora said the look on her face was divine. Wasn't long before both had orgasms, both quiverin' with delight."

Betty was so good, I almost wished she could stay so we could keep doin' it. Really got to be a primo cocksucker that summer, that old bitch. The juice was spillin' over and I filled Betty's mouth when I said the words, "Your daughter isn't a virgin any more." Her whole body quaked and writhed, the vibrator deep in her cunt, her mouth frantically licking and sucking down all the goo inside it. She didn't let me go, keepin' me in her mouth until I was completely soft and she made the long journey back to her senses. 

She looked up at me indifferently with a slight smile on her face and said: "That was a helluva orgasm. I haven't had one with a man before. Thanks."

"Lucky you. Your mouth is fantastic; ya learned a lot this summer. I'd let ya suck my cock anytime. You need any more pills soon?"

"Nope. Goodbye."

Does that feel good, Lucy? Glad I haven't lost the touch. You want me to do what? What do you mean you want me to do you kneeling? Oh, I see. Get up there, or better yet, bend over the cot for me. Of course, touching you gave me a hard-on. Reach down and guide him in. God, you're so tight. That story really turned you on, didn't it? 

I love this, but we gotta change positions soon. My back don't feel right. Yeah, lay down on your back, let's pretend we're normal. You're quite lovely, you know that? Your eyes are just amazing. Like it this way? Sure, it's natural, as natural as anyone could ever hope to get. My, my, you love riding these waves. I could get used to this.

Getting a bit tired, no not where it counts. You mind ridin' on top? Didn't think ya would. Let me lay back here, good. You're so funny. Nice. I'll give ya a year or two ta stop this. Like playing with your titties as ya ride me, fringe benefit. Oh, let's not talk, let's just enjoy the moment. Ride me as hard as ya want, it feels so good. What do ya mean, you been getting ready for this? You been here three weeks. Oh, you been using bigger and bigger dildoes...guess I should be flattered. Nobody's ever done that for me before, far as I know. No, I can keep going as long as ya want to stay in the saddle.

Damn woman, you were born seven decades too late. If I'd met you in my prime, I'd have never let you go. Hell, I'm glad your enjoying it, too. Ya wanna to do it again sometime, really? No problem here. It's a treat to have sex with somebody so enthusiastic about fuckin'. Sure, I can finish the story while you're sittin' on my dick.

That weekend in 1958, Labor Day weekend, the die was cast. The island voted to sell Mike and Betty the estate, but Mike withdrew the offer. Betty left by herself and never spoke to him again. Mike and Anna stayed a couple more weeks, showin' their affection for Brenda and Tony more publicly, before returnin' to the mainland themselves. Ed got more plastered than usual, and even made a pass at Flora once. Shocked the hell out of the old bird. I heard Mike and Betty got divorced a few months later.

It was a stormy November morning that Fall when Tony woke me up around dawn. "George, George, you gotta come see this. Radio the troopers, they need to get the coroner out here."

"One of the residents die last night?"

"Yes. You'll see."

At the base of the hill, we found Edward Barclay's body lifeless on the beach. Sometime in the middle of the night, he'd fallen, "We had a huge argument last night. He said Anna's a worthless little piece of trash and I shouldn't even be thinking of marriage. Marriage never did him any good and it wouldn't work for me, either. He called Mom a whore, and swore he'd never give her a divorce. We broke even on the summer, so we're gonna keep the Inn, he was happy about that. Mom locked him out of their room, and I saw him head out with a full bottle in his hand about midnight. He went up to the hilltop from time to time, to sit and drink. Maybe he just gave up on life."

I put my hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, the coroner will take your word for it, yours and your mother's. Your father gave up on life decades ago, maybe he was never happy. Some people are like that. You're a different man, your future is ahead of you, and it'll be a good one. You will be happy, don't worry 'bout that."

The coroner agreed, finding that Edward Barclay died of natural causes before he fell from the height. The years of hard drinking caught up with him, especially that last fifth on the hilltop. Mike came back here after his divorce and married Brenda. Tony married Anna, and they had three children. Closest to happily ever after that I've ever seen. You been up there, you met them, don't you agree? Thought you would.

Oh, I took a trip to New York ten years later to sign up with a new broker and ran into Betty. Still a frigid bitch as far as the world knew. She wanted to know every detail about 'happy ever after', but wasn't happy to find out she was a multiple grandmother. Of course, I didn't find out exactly how unhappy because her mouth was full when I told her. No, she never came back here and I think they only went to visit her once. Oh, she came to the mainland every now and then after that, to hear the news. Sure, I met her and kept her up to date. Even looked forward to it. Oh, she always brought the case with the hidden compartment, burned through a lot of toys over the years.

Oh, you can tell me about my little maid of '58? Go right ahead. Yes, her name was Lucy, I remember that now. You look a lot like her. Oh, she's your grandmother? Still alive? I'm sorry. your dad was born in 1959, on April 4th. Well, how 'bout that? Where does he live? Providence. Sure, wouldn't mind meetin' him someday. Not surprised, really. Knew it was goin' to happen.

I don't know, never really kept track. Know I knocked up Lila and Claudia back in Georgia, those boys turned out pretty well from what their mothers wrote me. I think about every other year I sidetracked a Radcliffe or Vassar girl for a few months, so that would be a dozen or so, I guess. Guess some families got to adopt a kid they never thought they'd have. It was like a public service, aha! Like I said, I'm not a nice guy, I didn't care, I just wanted to get laid. When the Pill got to be popular, never had to worry about that again. Sure, I supplied them to the girls here, I'm not stupid. Oh, about 20 years ago the young girls stopped givin' me sex no matter how much I sweet talked them or how impressed they were with my dick. All I could get from one of them was an odd hand job or two. There's always been a widow lady or two needing attention, so I been fucking older women lately. Now you mention it, I think Gloria up at the Barclay Inn was a summer maid here in the mid-60s. I should have noticed she was the same girl. Wow, imagine havin' a fifty year gap between dates.

So you're my granddaughter. Don't you find it a little creepy that we...oh, you knew it was possible before you got here. Wow, you're kinkier than I thought, may be even kinkier than me. Nope, doesn't bother me, I never changed your diapers or pushed your swing. This necklace is the same one your grandmother wore? Thought it looked familiar. You didn't dream this whole thing up just to find me, did you? Oh, multiple purposes, but that smile on your face is another 'shit eatin' grin.' The dissertation is going to happen and you're gonna talk about 1958, just not what I been telling ya. What, those professors wouldn't wanta hear 'bout the good stuff? They gotta have fun once in a while. I'm glad your enjoyed the story of the Barclay Inn. You're almost as twisted and devious as I am.

Sure, I'll come to your graduation, if I'm still around. Might as well do one of these family kind of things once in my life. Nothing much on campus before then except the dissertation defense? What'cha gonna do, work in a church? No, you can come back here, no problem. you can stay with me, I'd like that. As of now, you're my favorite granddaughter, nobody'll give a shit. No, I'm not going to hunt down the rest of 'em and give 'em a chance to impress me. 

It'll be great, the weather should hold a few more weeks, should have some great sailin' weather. You're doin' a great job getting my sails up. I'd love to give ya another ride.



George Payne Pt. 05



Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Lucy, my dear, welcome back to Scarecrow Island. I missed ya, kiddo. How's tricks? So ya got a job, well done! Your dad just retired, your sister had twins, well, glad the clan's growin'. Oh, you wanta show me pictures on your phone? Sure, I'll take a look. Ah, those are good lookin' babies, no doubt. Obviously an excellent gene pool.

Damn, you look great in a blue bikini and flower wrap. Can't believe you came down lookin' like that, some young stud coulda jumped ya on the boat as fine as you look. No, I'm not just bein' nice, ya know me better'n that. Ya make me feel young again. Already got a stiffie, sweetheart.

Yeah, commencement was fun. Nice to get to know everybody a little bit. Glad ya got that award, too bad ya couldn't tell them all the good stuff I told ya. Oh, you might write that up for another publication online? No, don't have a problem with that, hell, why should I care? Oh, you want another story or two of life here on Scarecrow Island, something juicy? Fine, I still remember, everythin' from '58 to that sweet time we had last summer.

There was one mornin', probably the morning your Dad was created, when Lucy came down just before daybreak. We met pretty regular that time of day, only time she could get free some days. Came down in a sweet little pink sundress with her hair tied back. I just came in from a circuit of the island and was ready for a nap, but stayin' awake for her was no problem at all. It was glorious, all the stars out in the sky with a soft red glow startin' in the East...got her skirt up and her top down before ya could say 'Jack Robinson.' Pulled away from the dock on engine power and sat in those narrows over there, best place to watch the sun come up around here. Well, on top of the hill's a pretty good place, too. Anyway, we came up here next to the starboard bow, she leaned over the rail and I fucked her from behind. Shit, tried to hold back as much as I could, didn't want that scene to end. Nothin' better that watchin' the sun come up with someone special like that.

Oh sure, we can do that if ya want. You'll have to be deckhand again for me, can't sail this tub by myself anymore. I'll teach ya how to drive. If we take our time, I can still get up the hill and we can watch the sun come up there, too.

What's the kinkiest stories from that summer? Sure, people were into kink back then, just didn't talk about it much. No, Mike and Brenda were pretty vanilla other than fucking on almost every flat surface of that boat house, and a few of the walls. Think he was always on top, never went cowgirl. Loved to watch her tits wobble while he was fucking her, just amazin'. Her nipples always got so hard, kinda like yours.

Oh, didn't I tell ya a story or two 'bout Flora Evans? Yeah, she was special, no doubt. Could fill up a kink encyclopedia with that woman. Oh, you'd be surprised what she could do. Very flexible for her age. No, she never married, think she worked as a clerk all her life, lived pretty simple, saved her money like a good girl. She told me once since her momma told her how babies were made, she could stay away from that but everythin' else was fair game. 

There was one early mornin' like this, I was comin' through the garden and Flora was sitting out for me in her nightgown. Well, more like a flowered housecoat. "Hey, Georgie boy, got something to show me?"

"Might have, might have. It'll cost ya."

"Wonder what that would be? Maybe this?" She opened that housecoat and damn she was stark naked under there. Now most guys wouldn't care about an old lady with a little belly and a hairy grey bush, but I cared. Also liked to pop her dentures out and get on her knees, damn the memory of those wet gums on my dick makes me hard even now. 

Well, after Flora slobbered on my knob and got me good and hard, she got out a rope and told me to tie her to a tree. "The bark'll probably chew up your shoulders," I said.

"I'll keep my housecoat between the bark and my skin. Just tie me up, and be sure you fuck me hard in both holes."

"All right." Well, I'm a reasonable man; if a lady asks for it, I'm inclined to give it to her. So I marched Flora up to a fairly medium sized tree out of sight of the hotel and tied her wrists behind her, not too tight. She pretty much jumped up to wrap her legs around my waist, and pretty soon I was poundin' her so hard her tits were flappin' against her body. Well, that made too much noise, so I have to grab the nipples and hang on to keep them under control. It was so good I never wanted to pull out, but she asked me to buttfuck her and I was wet enough to get it in, so I split her bottom in half until I was done. When I let her go, she fell to the ground and quivered a few minutes before she was strong enough to walk back to the house. Don't think anybody saw her.

Oh, she lived another couple years after '58, went back to her hometown of Bangor, Maine to live with her sister at the end. Kinda funny if ya think of it that way, Bangor sisters. Sweet lady, missed her for a long time afterward.

Was Betty kinky? Well she was pretty much a one trick pony after a while, but there was an exception. There was one mornin' with Betty that was different. She wanted me to come up earlier than usual, and when I got there, she was wearin' her fluffy, sheer robe, don't know where she got it. Probably never wore it for Mike. Anyway, she'd worn out her vibrator again, and since I had her where I wanted her, didn't mess around fixin' it like the first time. When it was goin' again, she had a sad look on her face, "I'm an awful parent, I know it. Teddy's probably fucking Anna every night, and she'll get pregnant. Ruin all of us, likely."

"No, they haven't gone that far yet. All they're doin' is messin' around a little. Flora doesn't think they've done it yet, and that old biddy's been snoopin' on them pretty well." Didn't tell her I'd been coaching Teddy on the art of oral sex, so they'd be satisfied without goin' all the way. Slipped him a condom or two, just to be safe. Oh yeah, this was 'bout the third week of July, so no, they hadn't done it yet. 

"Anyway, I deserve to be punished. I deserve humiliation, pain, loneliness. I'm a failure as a woman."

"Don't think so, Betty. You're a good person in spite of yourself."

She smiled a little for a moment. "Thanks, George, you're nice to say that. But I know better. You should spank my ass cherry red."

Well, I'm not into that often. Back then, parent spanked their kids all the time, but I never raised a kid. She walked over to the bed without a word and pulled up the back of her robe. I gave her huge butt a tentative smack, and she wiggled it a little bit. "I deserve pain, more pain. Give it to me, George."

I always love great leather belts, so I took mine off and doubled it up. Started slow, not too hard, and she winced a little. Never said anythin', Betty did, and I started turnin' up the heat. She kept murmurin', "I'm a failure, I'm a failure," and I kept makin' her ass redder and redder. Her ass was beet red before my arm got tired, and I threw the belt on the bed beside her. Never touched her skin, didn't make a move, just stayed there.

Well, I hate it when a woman doesn't tell me anythin', and there was a bottle of vasiline on the makeup stand, so I got my pole out and greased it up. The heat on her skin when I stuck my dick into her butt crack was pretty intense, and when I probed inward she shifted so I ended up in her asshole. God, I had to try for a coupla minutes before I got through that tight ring. She grunted when I got it in, and kept grunting 'til I worked it all the way in. Shit, if she wasn't goin' to say anythin', I'm takin' it all the way. Best ass I ever fucked, couldn't believe it. Knew it was her first time, 'cause tears started streaming down her face. Never wanted that to end, either, but time was goin' by and I had stuff to do, so I filled her butt with my goo.

Her ass was still red from my whipping. Her robe dropped down and she stood up, not moving. I cleaned myself up a little with some tissues. Damn, the buttfucking was great, but I didn't want to make that a habit. "I'm not doin' this again," I told her and she nodded. Two days later, she needed some more sleeping pills, and she paid me with another blowjob, as usual. Bet she didn't shit straight the rest of the summer.

Hey, we better get below unless you put some sunscreen on before you came over. Wouldn't want ya to get burned before you get a tan built up. No, there's too many people 'round right now, you can't see them, but I know folks across the way can see what we're doin' out here. God, I think we must be related. Both got the same thing on our minds.

No, wouldn't mind leavin' here. Last winter was pretty bad, my old joints were complainin' like never before. Don't want to leave the boat, don't think I can sleep much on dry land anymore. Wouldn't mind headin' South. Everybody I know up here's gone, pretty much, or can't get around. They're takin' Teddy Barclay to assisted living next week.

Yeah, Teddy and Anna were up to some crazy things. Well, I got him magazines that talked 'bout different stuff, needed to educate the lad. They put on a pretty good show for Flora one night. Think I was down watchin'...no, no, I was takin' a nap. We'd had a scare 'bout a runaway fugitive from the coast, and had to break out the law enforcement gear: Teddy, me and most of the able bodied men on the island were lookin' in case he snuck over here. We got the all clear around 2:30 in the AM, and Teddy had his deputy badge, a pistol and a pair of handcuffs. 

Anna met him in the garden, and they were jokin' around. "I'm looking for someone dangerous, and I think I just found someone like that." Teddy said.

"Oh, really?" Anna replied with mock surprise. "How dangerous?"

"Extremely dangerous. I think you might be trying to corrupt our fine law enforcement personnel, so I may have to take you in for questioning."

"I may have to resist that. You have no right to hold me against my will."

She was holding a low hanging tree branch, flirting with him as they talked, and quick as a flash he had the cuffs on her. "I think you're secure now."

"I object officer. You may interrogate me, but there's no reason to restrain me like this."

"Really? You look very dangerous even now."

"With my hands above my head? It's like a surrender, so you have to treat your prisoner well."

At that, he stepped forward and gave her a long deep kiss, his hands moving up and down her exposed sides. He hit a sensitive spot and she giggled, which gave him an idea. They kinda stared each other down for a minute or two, he tested her ticklish side a bit, flicking his hand in once in a while. Going 'round behind her, he dug his fingers into her ribs and had her laughing her head off. Anna was pretty ticklish, and Teddy got into doing that. He pulled her blouse up to her hands and noticed she wasn't wearing a bra that night, so he was sucking her nipples while he tickled her, which drove her crazy. 

Oh, I like tickling girls, don't like to be tickled much myself. You got plans for the little bit of rope you picked up? Sure, I can still tie knots pretty well, but unhooking bras isn't as easy anymore. Oh, there it goes. Hello girls, I've missed you. Yeah, this kinda makes up for not ticklin' you when you were little. Have a seat on my lap little girl. Now I've got your hands tied, put them up over my head. Yeah, you're at my mercy now.

This is great. Yeah, your quivering body is giving him ideas. You're pretty ticklish aren't you? Armpits, ribs, tummy, how about your nipples? Aha! Here's a trick I taught Teddy to use on Anna. Yeah, a finger in your cunt while you're bein' tickled is pretty special, isn't it? God, you're wet down there. No, you're not getting away, no mercy here. Oh, wait a minute, don't want to break my finger while it's inside you. Have to try this from another position sometime. You're just squirming 'round way too much. No, I did hurt myself like this once. Yeah, it was your grandmother, come to think of it. 

Oh, I think you can turn around and sit on my cock. Yeah, he's ready. Let me pull my shorts down, pull your bottoms off. Sorry, that lovely butt just begged to be slapped, can't help it. See, he's almost ready for you. Just bend down and kiss him a little bit. Oh shit, Lucy, shit! How I've missed you this winter. No, don't take me too far right now, I want you to sit on him. Yeah, let me get him lined up. Take your time. Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn. Still on the Pill? Good girl. Yeah, rock your hips a little bit, put your hands behind my head. Sure I'm gonna tickle your tits, long as you don't wiggle enough you break my dick off, it's great.

Oh yeah, Teddy got Anna's top up and bottoms down that night he handcuffed her to the overhanging branch. Tickled the shit out of her while he finger fucked her, drove her crazy. I think she cracked a window with her scream when she came. He let her go quick and they got under cover, in case someone came out to see what was wrong. Actually, his mom did come out for a look see. Flora said Brenda was a vision of loveliness in her nightgown. Anyway, Teddy tickled Anna while she blew him that night, told me it was amazin'. Sure, we'll try that.

Sure, I'll pound you now. Damn woman, what you do to me. Shit! Squeeze your nipples? Sure. I think we'll get there pretty much at the same time. DAMN!

Was it good for you? Great. No, we can sit like this a while, if you want. Kinda nice to have you this close. There, we got the ropes off, you're free. Oh, you got some ideas for the summer? Sure, I'll listen.

How long would it take to sail to Georgia? Depends how fast we go. If I had a crew, I think I'd like to take 'bout a month or so, we could sightsee a little on the way. Check out New York, Philly, DC, Wilmington, Charlestown. Hell, why hurry? Oh, your college is on the coast and you want me to dock down there? Hell, Georgia winters are a better idea than New England ones. Would be good to be home again, your college is pretty close to my old stompin' ground. Only problem is I wouldn't feel safe. Too many goons on the water these days, can't take care of myself like I used to.

Oh, your cousins could crew for the trip? How much experience do they have? Oh, I'd say racing off Martha's Vineyard is pretty good, think I could trust them. They've been to the Bahamas on a yacht, been through a few storms. Great. How old are they? All right, I guess. Wouldn't have a lot of privacy, but we could make up for it once we got there. Yeah, we could sleep five if we have to. Need to update navigation equipment a bit, lay in some spare gear. Also lay our hands on some firepower, I'm still a pretty good shot. You're funny about quality family time, but no, wouldn't mind sailin' with some of my grandsons. Could teach them a thing or two. Yeah, and maybe a little bit about sailin'. If they're anything like me, we'll have to put some bail money together, those guys will probably get in to trouble somewhere on the way. They're pretty careful? Guess they're my relatives after all.

I could spend the rest of my life with you, Lucy. Don't have to say more than that. Of course, I won't embarrass you, I'd never do that. They'll think you're a sweet lady to take care of your old grandpa in your spare time. You'll be a respectable preacher to those kids, a pillar of campus society. Little will they know, our secret. No, I won't sell them weed and forbidden stuff, getting' too old for that shit. No, I think you're enough girl for me these days, my one and only.

Damn, I think we'll have to get off this seat and let it dry out. Gettin' tired of sittin' in a puddle. No, no regrets, glad you had such a good time, think I've got some Febreze around here somewhere. 

Oh, I think Teddy and Anna tickled each other pretty steadily, saw them out doin' it many times that summer. Kept at it pretty good through the years. Five kids is a clue. Oh, I did whip Betty's ass once more, 'bout twenty years after the first time. Fucked her up the ass and she cleaned it off with her mouth afterward. If I were into that shit all the time, I might have ended up with her. On second thought, probably not. One helluva screwed up lady.

So when should we start? After the Fourth? Suits me. The locals been expectin' me to weigh anchor before long anyway. I'll miss 'em, but that's life. Can make the rounds sayin' goodbye on the meantime, maybe get some lovely parting gifts. Thanks to modern technology, we'll be in touch. Need to keep up with Teddy at least.

Well, I wouldn't mind bein' naked the rest of the day, but we need to celebrate with a great lunch, and I gotta take a nap. Know a little place a couple of streets over, just opened up, pretty good. We'll get cleaned up a little, go over when they open, have a bottle of wine with today's catch, and have the afternoon to ourselves. Looks like a good day for sailin'. Maybe go up to the hilltop, watch the stars go by, maybe even stay up for sunrise. Oh, you're so nasty! Just like your grandmother.