An Inspring Guest

a Story of Three Days at the Beach

by Varkel

Summer, 2005

�Good morning, honey,� said Rhoda over her coffee cup from a seat behind the kitchen table.� Her unmade-up morning face exhibited wrinkles at the corners of the eyes and a hint of future red veins on nose and cheeks.� Dark brown hair was cut in short curls, waiting irregularly above her ears for the morning brush.� She wore shorts and a halter that exposed shoulders and chest reddened by yesterday�s sun but as yet unburned.

At the stove Emily finished pouring her own coffee, whirled and took her own seat across the table.� She was barefoot, wearing a dressing gown over a well-filled one-piece bathing suit.� Being younger than Rhoda, her face was smoother with no suggestion of veins.� Her hair was the same dark brown but long.� Normally pinned up, at this early hour strands of it straggled down her back and fell beside her face.� Consanguinity was evident in the oval faces: the two women were sisters only three years apart.

After taking a cautious sip of the steaming beverage, she said, �Rhoda, you�re the only woman left who calls me �honey.��

The other nodded gravely.� �Now that Mom has passed on.� I guess I�ve called you that since we were little, probably because she did.� Do you mind?�

Emily shrugged, sipping again.

Rhoda asked, �Did you look out on the balcony?�

�At the ocean.� It�s so dark.�

�Because the sun is low yet.� But it�s going to be another beautiful day.�

�The kids will like it.� Are Cheryl and her new boyfriend up yet?�

�You and I and Jack are the only �� What new boyfriend?�

Emily grinned, tossing hair out of her face.� �You shouldn�t go to bed so early.� Jack�s up?�

�Gone surf fishing.� Cheryl arrived last night, did she, with a boyfriend?�

Emily chuckled.� �And this time she�s robbing the cradle.�

�Young?�

�I�ll say!� Looks early twenty-ish.� Hmm.� How old is she now?�

�Thirty-one, ten years younger than I.� How could you forget that?�

Emily shrugged one shoulder.� �Well, with seven years between us she and I were never anything like as close as you and I with only three.� Besides, she�s too fast for me.�

Rhoda nodded sourly.� �She�s fast, all right.� Where�d she meet this one?� What�s his name?�

�Craig something.� Umm, Craig Smith.� I gather she met him in a restaurant.� On the way down here.�

Rhoda�s eyes widened dramatically.� ��On the way down here!�� My god!�

�She came right out and admitted it in front of him.� Bragged of it, I�d say.�

Rhoda set down her coffee cup and leaned forward.� �You mean he�s in the house now?�

�I guess so.� They went upstairs together.�

�To her bedroom of course.�

�Oh, yes.� She couldn�t keep her hands off him.�

�My god, Emily, she brought a stranger into our house!�

The younger nodded.� �Yes, she did, without asking, too.� Into our rented beach cottage, at least.� But don�t get excited.� He�s mannerly and well-spoken with short blond hair, not the type for a serial killer.� And maybe not such a stranger.� She implied they�d got it on already in the car.�

�Hmpf!� You don�t learn much about a man from his cock.�

�I think that�s all Cheryl wants to know.�

�Well, if he�s young enough ��

�Maybe he hasn�t learned bad habits,� Emily completed.� �You know our little sister.� She probably made him think he�d died and gone to heaven.� Too bad Tom hasn�t found one like that.�

�How old is Tom?�

�Nineteen.� You sent him a card.�

Rhoda grimaced.� �I think that was Jack�s secretary.� Isn�t he going to school?�

�Not yet.� He�s not in any hurry.� I�m a little worried about him.�

�Cut off his allowance and tell him to get a job or pick a school.�

�That�s not it.� I don�t think he�s ever had a date.�

�Never had a �� Oh, I see.� Well, you have friends with daughters.�

�So what?� I should get one of them to ask him?�

Rhoda blinked.� �Don�t they do that nowadays?� I�m sure I�ve heard Sandra on the phone telling boys to pick her up.�

�Maybe so.� But if it got out that his mother arranged a date for him ��

Rhoda made a face.� �I guess.� Maybe Clement can do something.�

�Ha!� Maybe he could, if he�d stay home from Italy longer than a week at the time.�

�When does that job end?�

�Another year, he says, when the new plant is producing.�

Rhoda chuckled lightly.� �You know, that makes me glad my husband is only a stock broker.�

�Don�t be too glad.� Fifty-ish men don�t have to go to Italy to find fuck toys.�

�Emily!�� Rhoda snorted.� �Don�t you remember Mom washing your mouth out with soap for saying that word?�

�Mom�s gone.� And I�m getting a little impatient with being nice.�

�Uh-oh!�

Both women laughed.� They sat, finishing their coffee, and listened to the surf crash on the strand below them.

Emily sighed.� �It�s my turn to cook.�

�No, it isn�t.� If Cheryl�s here it�s her turn.�

�She can�t fry eggs worth a damn.�

�I�ll help her if anybody wants them.� One of us needs to roust her out of bed.�

Emily grinned, getting to her feet and tossing back her hair.� �I�ll do it.� I want a glimpse of Craig�s cock.�

�You don�t!�

Halfway to the stairs, Emily called over her shoulder, �He�s got to have something convincing!�

Smiling and shaking her head, Rhoda rose, freshened her cup and resumed her seat against the wall.

Emily soon returned, rolling her eyes and giggling.

Rhoda giggled in sympathy.� �What happened?�

Emily flung herself into her seat, leaned over the table and declared in a loud whisper, �I almost came to get you!�

�Huh?� What stopped you?�

�A board creaked and Cheryl woke up.�

�So?�

�So she pulled the sheet over him.�

Rhoda grimaced.� �Come on, Emily, what did you see?�

�Something convincing.�� The younger sister held up well separated forefingers.

Rhoda blinked at the fingers.� �That long!�

�Like a pink cucumber� � Emily chortled � �if you could imagine one circumcised.�

Rhoda shook her head impatiently.� �You mean you didn�t knock?�

�The door was open.� They were both naked, must have kicked the sheets down.� He was on his back with his thing sticking straight up.�

�Asleep?�

�Yes.�

Rhoda nodded.� �That�s what Jack calls a �piss hard-on.��� She grimaced.� �Unless Cheryl had her hands on it.�

�She was asleep too, on her side with her back turned.� I started around the bed to give her a shake and a floor board creaked.� She�ll be down when she gets out of the bathroom.�

Rhoda grinned slightly.� �Pulled the sheet over him, did she?�

�Like canvas over a tent pole.�

�How long did you say it was?�

Emily sniffed.� �I didn�t have a ruler in my pocket.� I�d bet ten inches � and thick.� I doubt your fingers would meet around it.�

�Good heavens, honey, that�s a monster!�

�Well, I never saw the like.�

�Me neither.� Not in real life.�

The two women contemplated each other speculatively until footsteps on the stairs announced the youngest sister�s arrival.� Shoulder-length black hair framed her heart-shaped face.� A crimson bikini adorned a lush and shapely body browned evenly by tanning booths.

�Good morning!� she called, smiling brightly.� �You really want me to cook?�

�Mom taught you how,� said Emily over her shoulder.� �You ought to practice.� Maybe you could keep a husband.�

�A husband!� Been there and done that.� Okay, but I�ve got to get coffee first.�

�Plenty on the stove.�

Cheryl took down two cups and saucers.� As she filled them the reason became apparent.� A young man appeared, yawning, at the bottom of the stairs.� His short hair was blond.� Sunlight slanting through the eastern windows limned the morning fuzz on his chin that belied a round face of boyhood.� Above middle height, he wore trousers alone over his lean frame.� The muscular chest was smooth and hairless.� Noticing the women at the table, his eyes twinkled and he hastily covered his gaping mouth.

Turning more towards her sisters, Cheryl said, �This is my friend, Craig Smith.� Craig, these are my big sisters: Rhoda Camden and Emily Williamson.�

�Pleased to meet you, ladies.�� His voice was surprisingly deep and resonant.

�Hello,� Rhoda acknowledged.� Emily said, �We met last night.�

�Yes.�� He grinned.� �Cheryl�s name is Fenner.� I guess that means you two ladies are married.�

�We are,� Emily admitted.� �But Fenner isn�t her maiden name either.�

He cocked an eyebrow.� �And Smith isn�t mine.�

Rhoda blinked.� �What do you mean?�

�He�s making a joke,� said Emily, turning her chair and tossing her hair back.� �Good heavens, Craig, you have the most piercing blue eyes!�

He dipped his head in a bow.� �The better to see you with.� That coffee smells good.�

When all four were sipping coffee in seats at the dinette, Rhoda said abruptly, �You don�t have a car, Craig?�

�But I do!�� He grinned confidently.� �My car is still parked at that restaurant in Benson.� When Cheryl and I discovered we had exactly the same amount of time to be together � not to speak of identical interests � I agreed to ride with her.� She�ll drop me off on her way home.�

Rhoda blinked.� �But she means to stay two weeks!�

He nodded and regarded Cheryl with raised eyebrows.� �I understand that�s not a problem.�

�It isn�t!� declared the black-haired sister.� Her chin rose fractionally.� �Craig is my guest.� He�ll stay with me.� I�ll cover the extra food.�

Rhoda sighed.� �Well, of course, if that�s how you want it.�� She forced a smile.� �Welcome to the Campbell family reunion, Craig.�

�Campbell is the mysterious maiden name?�

�Yes.� We rent this cottage together every summer, so far for six years.� We�re all here: three sisters, two kids and my husband.� Emily�s husband is in Europe on business, unfortunately.�

�They�re all asleep?�

�Except Jack.� He�s gone surf fishing.� Do you fish, Craig?�

�I�ve done it.�� He grinned.� �It�s a slow game.�

�You like faster games?�

�Oh yes.�

�What do you do for a living, Craig?�

He chuckled uncomfortably.� �Actually I�m a school teacher.�

�A what?�� Mouths fell open on both Rhoda and Emily.� �No kidding?� asked the latter.

�It�s a fact.�

�Where do you teach?�

�In Benson.� But a small town is so ��� He shook his head.� �In two weeks I�m interviewing in the city.�

�Well, well, a school teacher!�� Emily winked at Cheryl.� �You felt you needed tutoring, eh?� What subjects do you teach, Craig: phys-ed?�

�Generic middle school courses � math, English, hygiene, you name it.�

��Hygiene,�� Emily repeated.� �Do you teach �em about sex?�

He laughed slightly.� �Sure.�

�Don�t you have to compete with TV?�

�I use the personal touch.�

Rhoda blinked.� �Isn�t that illegal?�

They all laughed.� After a moment she joined in.

Craig stood up.� �I haven�t really had a chance to admire the ocean this morning.� Will you excuse me, ladies?�

Cheryl stood also and pulled him against her for a brief kiss.� �Don�t go too far.� Breakfast�ll be ready in fifteen minutes.� How about eggs scrambled in ham and cheese?�

�Sounds wonderful.� I shall return!�� The storm door slammed after him as he ran down the long open staircase to the sand.

Cheryl studied her sisters.� �What do you think?�

�Hot,� was Emily�s opinion.

Rhoda sighed.� �Aren�t you proceeding rather precipitously, Cheryl?�

The youngest took a deep breath.� �I guess it looks that way.� I�ve never met anyone so � so ��

�Young?� Emily interjected.

Cheryl shrugged one shoulder.� �He�s 28, not that young.� But he�s so perfect!�

�With a ten-incher,� Rhoda suggested dryly.

Cheryl�s tan flashed white teeth.� �Like I said: perfect!�

* * *

According to Rhoda, �Cooking means the whole nine yards.�� Consequently she and Emily lounged at the kitchen table while Cheryl put away last night�s dishwasher load, then scraped and inserted the new one.� Jack, Craig and the teenagers were outside somewhere.

From her customary seat against the wall Rhoda called over the scraping rattle, �Your new boyfriend looks like a college kid.�

�That�s because he�s very blonde and has a youthful face.� He�ll look young when he�s fifty.� But I can assure you that he�s very much an adult.�

�He�s 28 with no hair on his chest?� said Emily, now sitting at the end of the table sideways to the dishwasher.

�He�s got hair.� It�s so pale it�s hard to see.�

�Ha!� Easier to see it lower down.�

Cheryl glared over her shoulder.� �Easier to see what?�

�His pubic hair.�

�Huh!� I know what you were goggling at.�� The glare became a smug grin.� �Made you clamp your thighs, didn�t it!�

�Clamp my thighs, indeed!� Well, just for a moment.� God, what a wang!�

The three of them giggled like school girls.

Rhoda asked hesitantly, �Cheryl, how does � one like that, ah, feel?�

The youngest stared but finally grinned.� �It�s awfully thick.� Didn�t Emily tell you?�

�She didn�t say how it feels.�

�Lovely.� It just feels lovely.�

Rhoda sighed.� �I�ve never felt anything like that.� Jack�s is thin as a carrot.�

�Jack�s got the only one you know, Rhoda,� said Emily.� �At least I had a couple of boy friends before I married Clement.�

�Hah!� Cheryl snorted.� �I�ve had three guys during the past year alone.� I must have had three dozen since I was twelve, and I hope to have a couple dozen more before I get married again � if ever.�

�What a brag!� sneered Emily.

Cheryl cocked her head.� �Want me to name them?�

�It may be the truth but it�s still bragging.�

�Huh!� Why shouldn�t a girl brag about it?� The men sure do!�

�They do?�

Cheryl frowned.� �No, I take that back.� Boys do.� I haven�t seen much sign of it in men.�

�How could you tell?�

�If they told, their friends would hit on me.� I don�t see that.� Grown men tend to be exclusive.�

Rhoda mused, �Since you were twelve, you said.� I didn�t know you started that young.� When you were twelve, I was 22 and only had a few dates.� I hadn�t even met Jack yet.�

�Only a few?� Why is that, Rhoda.� You weren�t a bad looker.� Still aren�t, for that matter!�

��Not a bad looker.��� Thanks, I think.�

�I mean you were pretty enough at 22.� I remember.� You were working in the town library.�

�I was 23 when I met Jack there.� He came in to research a company that made condoms.�� She giggled.� �It was so embarrassing!�

�That�s how you met?� You never told us.�

�I said it was embarrassing.�� Rhoda�s sun-reddened face turned darker.� �But it was funny.�� She giggled again.� �Would you believe I helped him put one on?�

Both sisters goggled.� �You what?�

�He�d never done it before.� We studied the illustrations and figured it out.�

Emily sniffed derisively.� �God, you were na�ve!�

�Well, yes, of cour��

�I mean, that was just a line, you ninny!� I suppose you helped him test it too.�

�It seemed a reasonable next step.� I bled on the carpet in the main office.� Good thing it was maroon.�

Both sisters stared in fascination.� Emily said, �Good god, Rhoda!� The same day?�

The eldest shrugged.� �It was like scientific research.�

�Oh, yeah.� Sure!�

�I helped him take it off afterwards.� It was full!� He asked me to marry him.�

�Right then, did he?�

�With a come-dripping condom in my hand.�

�And you said yes.�

�Seemed like a good idea to me.� He smelled good and was wearing a clean suit.� Well, his pants were down.� You know what I mean.�

Emily regarded her askance.� �Nobody�s that na�ve, Rhoda.� You�re putting us on.�

A smile spread slowly on the eldest�s face.� �With Cheryl�s multitude and your several, maybe I want to brag a little too.�

Her sisters laughed appreciatively.

Cheryl asked, �I suppose you plan to get your Sandra a job in the library too.� How old is she now, 15?�

�Almost 16.�

�You know, I�d fucked six different guys by the time I was her age.� I�m glad I began fucking early, because I love it and never can get enough.�

Rhoda winced at the forbidden word.

Emily tossed back her hair.� �We always knew you were a slut, Cheryl.� At least you were discreet and well-behaved.� You looked so proper in public that no one guessed.� I�m a bit jealous.�

�No need for that.� If you weren�t so inhibited, cheating on Clement would be a snap with him away on business most of the time.�

�He�s been in Naples for the past three weeks and won�t get a weekend until next month.�

�If I were you I�d at least buy me a collection of dildoes.�

�Huh!� If you were me you�d be downtown at the bars every night.� In fact I do have a vibrator.�� She sniffed.� �Clement bought it for me when he took this job.�

�I have one of those too,� Rhoda said, �even though Jack is always around.�

Cheryl started the dishwasher and sagged into a seat at the table.� Reaching behind her, she unhooked the upper half of her bikini and laid it on the table.� Full breasts jiggled and nipples crinkled.

�Cheryl!� protested Rhoda.� �What if the kids come in?�

�I knew it.� This strap is twisted.� It�s too tight.�� Cheryl rearranged the cloth, held it over her breasts and turned her back.� �Hook it, Emily, and make sure it�s right.�� In a moment it was fixed.

�That�s better.� Thanks.�� Cheryl turned back and rested her elbows on the tabletop.

�You have such dark nipples!� Emily remarked.

�They tan too.� Vibrators!�� Cheryl smiled graciously.� �I can fix that.� You two are free to use Craig, if you like.� He�s eager to fuck anyone who�ll let him.�

Rhoda blinked.� �How do you know?�

Emily sneered, �Don�t tell us he fucked a waitress on the table!�

�No, but if you�d heard our conversation!� What we talked about is why I � picked him up, I guess you�d have to say.� I sucked him off soon as we got in the car.� He fucked me twice on the way down and again after we got in bed here.� He�s a real player!� That�s how I know he�s eager.�

�My god!� exclaimed Emily, eyes enlarged.� �One man has that much stamina?�

�Like I said: he�s perfect.�

�I could never �� Emily began but hesitated, licking her lips.

�Never what?� asked Cheryl.

�Run around on Clement.�

�Couldn�t you?� How do you guess he�s passing the time with all those hot Italian girls?� I hear they love Americans.�

�They � do?�

Rhoda frowned at her youngest sister. ��All this sex talk!� You mentioned Sandra.�� We�ve had a problem with her recently.�

�A sex problem?�

�Exactly.� A few months ago she let a boy go all the way with her.�

�How�s that a problem?� She�s nicely filled out and believe me, fifteen is old enough to enjoy it.�

�She didn�t find it pleasurable, she says.� But that one time � knocked her up.�

Emily gasped.

�Sure doesn�t show it,� Cheryl mused.� �When is she due?�

�I took her to a clinic after she told me.� There�ll be no baby.�

�You should put her on the pill, Rhoda, just in case she gets curious again.�

�I�ve done that.�� The eldest sighed.� �Now she knows it won�t hurt the next time.�

�She probably knows more than that.� What�s her hairbrush look like?�

�Her hairbrush?�

�I mean the handle.�

�The handle?� You think she � uses it ��

�Like a cock.� Works pretty good, even better if you turn the bristles right.�

Emily sniffed while Rhoda sighed again.

�I�m worried about Tom,� Emily said offhand.

�Oh, yeah?�� Cheryl grinned.� �Has he knocked somebody up?�

�In some ways it might be better if he had.� He�s 19 and still a virgin.� I�m afraid he�ll turn queer.�

�He�s just shy,� Rhoda said, patting her sister�s hand.� �Jack was a slow starter too.�

Emily sniffed.� �That was 20 years ago.� They aren�t slow any more � all except Tom!�

�He�s a nice looking young guy,� Cheryl said.� �Maybe I could help him out.�

�You wouldn�t!� Emily declared.

Cheryl grinned and leaned back in her chair.� �Hey, it�s almost nine o�clock.� The Strip�ll soon be open.� I�ve got to take Craig and let him buy some swim trunks.� Which store do you think sells the extra large cup size?�

Emily chuckled wryly.� �Ask the shop girls to give him a hand � or something.�

�It�d have to be both hands.�

�Whatever.� Let me give you some money.� I need the strongest sun block lotion they�ve got.� And so does Craig with that fair skin.�

Rhoda frowned.� �He came to the beach without any trunks?�

Cheryl grinned smugly.� �That�s my fault.� He says himself he wasn�t going anywhere till he met me.�

* * *

The morning sun was well clear of the horizon.� Standing on the strand at the foot of the cottage stairs, Craig bared his pale chest to it.� The sky was a perfect blue except for wispy cirrus clouds and the knife-edged contrails of two invisibly high aircraft almost directly overhead.� This section of beachfront, bordering on a national seashore park, was much less developed than elsewhere.� He could see distant cottages to the south, but so far today their occupants had not yet strayed so far up the strand.� Sand and surf were empty of people.� A pair of fishing trawlers almost at the horizon line were the only other human evidence.

While looking up, a touch of white caught his gaze.� The girl he had met briefly last night was leaning over the rail of the higher balcony, wearing a long-sleeved white shirt.� Her pretty, mid-teen face smiled as she caught his eye.

�Hi!� she called.

�Good morning!� he shouted back over the crashing surf.� �I thought you�d be on the beach.�

Her smile widened mischievously.� �Nobody to show off to.�

�You could show off to me.� Come on down.�

�Not yet.�

The cawing of gulls diving on a beached fish drowned her reply.� Quickly he ran up the two outside staircases and joined her on the top balcony.

�Don�t you like salt water?� he asked, not even breathing heavily.

The smile had faded.� �It�s not that.� I don�t like the sun.� I�ll go in the water this evening.�

The shirt was open over a blue bikini top filled by conical breasts.� Shapely upper hips and legs were unprotected.� She had bound her long brown hair into a ponytail.� Naturally pink lips pouted in the fresh, oval face.�

�You have lovely, pale skin, Sandra.� I agree it would be a shame to tan it.�

�Do you think so?�

She leaned closer until their elbows touched.

He grinned.� �I�d bet you�re an all-over cutie.�

Her chin rose.� �I�m not a little girl.�

�No, no.� What are you, about five-foot-three?�

�Five-four and 120 pounds.�

�Definitely not a little girl!� Oh, you thought cute meant little?� Let me express myself more accurately.� You are lovely � in every feature.� That�s what I meant to say.�

Her whole expression brightened.� �Th-thank you, Mr. � ah ��

�Just Craig.� And you�re Sandra, Emily�s daughter.�

�Sandra, Rhoda�s daughter.�

�Well, they�re both lookers and you take after both.�

She nodded.� �Everyone says they look alike � though they really don�t when you get to know them well.�

�That�s true even of identical twins.� Your mother is the older, isn�t she?�

�Forty-one.� She was 26 when she had me.�

�Do you have siblings?�

�No, I�m an only child.�

�Then � was that your boyfriend I met last night?�

�Tom?� Heavens, no!� He�s my cousin: Aunt Emily�s son.�

�Slim young guy.� He�s what, about 20?�

�You�re close: he�s 19.�

�About right, eh?�

She turned to study his face.� After a pause she said, �I know what you mean.�

�Do you!�

�But if I stood next to him like this� � her elbow nudged his � �he�d draw back and leave.�

�Would he?� I can�t imagine why.�

�Can�t you?�

�It�s an honor to feel your elbow.� As a start.�� He slipped an arm around her back and palmed the opposite hip.� �And the rest of you, which is so delightfully soft.�

�Someone will see us!� she exclaimed, stepping away and reentering her room without closing the door.

He followed her to the doorway.� She sprawled on the unmade bed, gazing at him with an expectant smile.

�May I join you?� he asked.

After she nodded he entered the room and sat on the edge of her bed.

�One of the grownups might come upstairs,� she said.

�You don�t want anyone to see us together?�

�No.�

He placed a hand on her near knee.

�But you still want to be alone with me?�

When she nodded, still smiling, he ran the hand up her soft thigh to the edge of her bikini.

�May I kiss you?� he asked.

She moved aside to make room for him on the bed.� When he stretched beside her, she fell into his arms, kissing eagerly, tongue probing.� They sucked each other�s tongue in turn.� Her bikini top was easy to dislodge.� He palmed a firm breast of respectable size.� She caught her breath then inhaled deeply.

�I�ve never been with a grown man before.�

�You certainly must have a boy friend.�

�I did, once.� He was too clumsy.�

�Boys usually are.�

They kissed again.� Instead of protesting, when he cupped her groin, she spread her legs farther.� Through the thin bikini front he caught her clitoris gently between finger and thumb.� With lips pressed to hers he diddled her at length, feeling the lump swell.� She tossed in agitation, finally relaxing after groaning through a climactic spasm.

�No one has ever done that to me,� she murmured.

�Not even your boyfriend?�

�Like I said, he was clumsy.� He didn�t know anything.�

�Was he your age?�

�A little younger.�

He kissed the juncture of her neck and shoulder then tongued an ear.

�I could give you that pleasure with my mouth.�

�I�ve heard of that!�

�Do you want me to?�

�Oh, yes!�

His hands reached for her bikini bottoms.

From outside a woman�s voice called loudly over the surf, �Craig, where are you?�

Sandra gritted her teeth.� �It�s Cheryl!�

He immediately rose from the bed and returned to the deck.� Behind him Sandra closed the sliding door.

* * *

Tom, wearing a long-tailed man�s dress shirt handed down from his father, crouched in the sand over an unusual sand castle.� It was a surprisingly well-shaped and full size bas-relief of a female torso with wide-spread legs and unrealistically high-thrusting breasts.� Lovingly he dribbled a mixture of water and sand upon the smooth groin.� In front of him the surf crashed and the froth raced inward, almost reaching his sculpture.� Soon the rising tide would erase it.

A female voice behind him asked brightly, �Are you dripping come on her or trying to make pubic hair?�

He whirled around, gasping, face darkening, one foot destroying the figure even before he recognized Sandra.

�Awww!� she moaned, eyes wide and hands on hips.� �Why�d you do that?�� But she immediately ruined the effect.� The hand that covered her mouth failed to suppress her giggle.

He looked beyond her.� They were alone, well up-beach from the cottage.� �Damn you, Sandra!�

She backed away, giggle subsiding to a grin.� �Is that the only way you can get a girl?�

His foot had continued its sweep until only a jumble of sand remained.� �At least she wouldn�t sneak up on me!�

Sandra sniffed.� �At least it was a girl!�

He blinked.� �What do you mean?� I wouldn�t bother with a dog.��� At last he seemed to notice her fully.� �Where the hell are you going?�

She was wearing her white long-sleeve shirt, now buttoned, a calf-length skirt, long cotton knee-length stockings and a wide-brimmed straw hat pinned above her ponytail.� The stockings, however, were not protected by shoes.

She answered condescendingly, �For a walk on the beach.� Where else?�

He goggled.� �Aren�t you too hot in all that?�

�Not in this good sea breeze.�� She withdrew a tube from her pocket.� �Aunt Emily wants me to rub some of this on your face and legs.�

�What is it?�

�Sun block.�� She peered at him closely.� �You need it, too.�

�How about you?�

�I already did my face.�� She grinned.� �You can rub some on my tummy if you want.�

�Out here?� Somebody might spy us.�

�Huh!� Do you see anybody looking?�

�Might have a telescope.� Let�s go in the dunes.�

She cocked her head to study him, smiling slowly.� �You want to go in the dunes with me?�

�Yeah, to put on sun block.�

�Come on, then.�

After a few strides he caught up with her.� �I thought they used up all the tanning lotion yesterday.�

�Aunt Cheryl came back from the Strip and dropped off a lot more.�

��Dropped off?��

�Then she and her new boyfriend drove off somewhere.� What do you think of him, Tom?�

He shrugged.� �Average sort of guy.� For a blond.�

�Blond,� she repeated and giggled.� �Any kid of his would stand out in this bunch.�

�I didn�t see any kids!�

�You wouldn�t.� Yet.�

�Huh?�

She laughed derisively.� �I don�t believe you, Tom.�

�What did I say?�

She shook her head.� �Nothing.�

After a few steps he said, �I dig the long sleeves.� This sun is hot.� But why the skirt?�

�Instead of jeans?� I wore them yesterday.� They�re what�s too hot.� A skirt lets air get under it.� And other things.�

�You mean sand?�

�Yeah.� Sand.�

�Why would you want sand?�

�Du-uh! �� This looks steep.� You think we can climb it?�

�I already did yesterday.� Give me your hand.�

He tugged her up the slope faster than the sand could cascade from under their feet.

At the top she regarded him with more favor.� �Wow, Tom, you�re strong!�

He shrugged but flashed a secret grin.� �Come on along this ridge.� I noticed a good hollow a bit further in.�

Hand still in his, she followed him, dodging among the anchoring stands of sea oats, once tripping over a short tuft.� She would have fallen but for his support.

He faced her when she was steady again.� �Sandra, I guess you�re going to tell them what I was doing.�

�You mean about your open-legged sand girl?�

He winced, drawing his shoulders in, but nodded.

She sniffed.� �If I didn�t tell them what you were doing three years ago, I wouldn�t worry about your sand girl.�

He blinked.� �Three years ago?�

�Yeah, three.� I was only twelve.�

�What the heck was I doing three years ago?�

She grinned.� �Jerking off over the balcony rail.�

His chin sagged.� �J-jerk ��

�That was the first come I ever saw.� I followed you around after that.�

�Good Christ, Sandra!�

�We had two weeks left.� I saw you jerk off in every room except your bedroom.�

Tom�s face had paled under its red tinge.� He sagged back and turned partly sideways.� �Sandra, I, ah ��

�Don�t get excited.� I never told anybody.� What were you doing, christening every room?�

He blushed and bit his lip.

�And of course you�d already creamed your bedroom.� I thought it was so cool, Tom.� I almost wished I was a boy.�

His fists clenched.� �If you were I�d beat the shit out of you.� I hate spying!�

She giggled.� �It wasn�t spying; it was admiring.� Your come is pretty, Tom: like pearl juice would be if pearls made juice.�

�Good Christ!�

�You shouldn�t be embarrassed that I saw you, Tom.� I�m a girl, you know.� Girls and boys are supposed to see each other.�

He stared into her eyes.� �I get it.� You�re laughing at me.�

�No, Tom.�� She sighed and gestured.� �Go on.� We need this sun block.�

They had proceeded only a short distance before Tom, still leading, halted and cocked his head.� �You hear that?�

She listened intently.� �A hungry kitten?�

�Maybe.� Come on.� Let�s find it.�

As they advanced along the dune ridge, the sound, a series of intermittent moans, grew louder.� �That�s no cat!� declared Tom.

Sandra mused, �Maybe a leaf whining in the wind?� But ��

�But what?�

�It could be a woman.�

�If so she must be in trouble!�

He dashed forward.� Sandra hurried to keep up.� Reaching an edge, he put out an arm to stop her and stood rigidly, saying nothing.

�What is it?� she asked in an automatic whisper, pushing up against him.� When he failed to answer, she peered around his arm.

In the hollow below them a nude couple lay on a blanket in passionate embrace.� The woman underneath was heavily tanned, the man above blinding white in the direct sun.� Their hips ground together in frenzy.� The woman was the source of the sounds, now understood as shrill feminine groans emitted in time to the rhythm of their hips.� The man�s face was hidden behind the woman�s but his blond hair was evident.� Despite the distorted face, they recognized the woman as Cheryl.

Tom released pent-up breath.� �Well, now we know where they went.�

Sandra giggled.� �Sure hope he used the sun block!�

They watched for a minute as the frenzy slowly increased.� Tom seemed to choke.

Sandra asked, �What�s the matter?�

�Did you, ah, did you ever do that?�

She paused and said after a moment, �I�m on the pill.�

�The � pill?�� He stared around at her.� �You mean, like Aunt Cheryl isn�t?� How do you know?�

�That�s not what I mean.� And Aunt Cheryl wouldn�t be that dumb.�

�Well, who would?�

�I was once.�

�You �� What do you mean?�

She didn�t answer.� They watched in fascination as Cheryl�s moans became screams while Craig, obviously straining, held himself at maximum thrust.� The woman shuddered violently, her torso continuing to twist even after the man had rocked back on his heels and stood up.

Sandra gasped.

�Good Chri�� Tom began but stifled himself.� He imprisoned Sandra�s arms and pushed her back along the ridge out of sight.

The girl�s eyes were round as marbles.� �Wow!� Did you see him!�

�Yeah, I saw him.� Come on.� I�m going back to the cottage.�

�The cottage!� What about our sun block?�

He shrugged, pushing past her.� �Let the women put it on us.�

She hesitated but finally rushed to catch up with him.� �What�s the matter, Tom?�

�Nothing.�

�How big do you think Craig�s dick is?�

�I don�t know.�

�Long as his foot?�

�A foot long?� No way!�

�His foot long.� Almost.� It�s huge, Tom!� Lots bigger than yours was.�

�Mine�s grown.�

�Long as your foot?�

He broke into a run.� Her stocking-covered feet seemed to slip on the sand more than his bare feet.� She fell increasingly behind.

�What did you leave in the cottage?� she called after him but received no answer.

At the end of the dune she slid down onto the strand.� The tide was just about high, too early to look for sand dollars.� �Oh, well,� she muttered, turning toward the distant cottage, �it�s about lunch time anyway.�

* * *

Craig awoke suddenly, sensing he was not alone.� Sandra stood at the foot of his bed, now wearing only her two-piece bikini, brown hair gathered back into her customary ponytail.

�Hi!� he said, smiling at her and checking his wristwatch: 3:30 in the afternoon.

Her eyes departed his boxers and she smiled back.

He said with a smirk, �I hope you aren�t disappointed.�

�Well ��� She looked away.

�You are, aren�t you!� We ought to fix that.� Uh, I take it everybody�s back from the Strip.�

�Except my folks.� They drove off again, wouldn�t say where.� Well, to �look at the sound,� if you believe that.� When they come back, they�re supposed to bring pizza for supper.�

�Why shouldn�t I believe they�re looking at the sound?�

�Because Mama hates fishing.�

�Maybe there�s a picturesque fishing village or something.� I guess the rest are downstairs?�

�Aunt Cheryl looked in on you, said you were asleep.�� The girl grinned.� �She allowed you had a hard night.�

�Moderately.�

�Anyway she left again in her own car, going to the Internet Caf�.�

�I know about that.� She has to pass on her company�s advertising budget.� That�ll hold her an hour or two.�

�Aunt Emily stayed, took a chaise out to sunbathe.� She thinks it�s safe after three o�clock.� Tom�s with her, building sandcastles.�

�Sandcastles?�

�You might like them.�

�I doubt it.� Castles aren�t my favorite shape.�

�What is your favorite shape?�

�You�re sporting a good example of it, my dear.�

�Oh!�� Her cheeks reddened.� �Th-thank you.�

�So the cottage is empty?�

�Just you and me.�

�Good.�� He locked eyes with her.� �I want to taste you.� I�ve been thinking of it ever since we were interrupted this morning.�

She blinked and took a breath.� �Okay.�

�But first ��� He sprang out of bed.� �It was a two beer lunch, you know.�

He stepped out of the boxers, left them lying on the floor and passed naked around the corner to the closer bathroom.� While releasing a thick stream into the toilet, he glanced at the mirror and saw the girl in the doorway behind him.

�How old are you, Sandra: 16?�

�I will be next month.�

He shook his head.� �I guess I�ll never learn.�

�Learn what?�

�To leave delicious morsels like you alone.�

�You have another 15-year-old girlfriend?�

�No.� You�re it, I hope.� Did you want to watch?�

�May I?�

�Certainly.�

She entered the room with alacrity and bent her head beside him.� �It�s so easy for men!�

�You think so?�� He shook off the last few drops.

She asked, �Is men�s pee always so white?�

�If they drink a lot of beer.� Yours would be too.�

�I don�t drink beer.�

�Most women prefer wine.�

�Mama does: Chardonnay.� It�s � so little.�

�Less than a glass?�

She took a breath.� �I mean your thing.�

�You think so?� You may be in for a surprise.�� He turned back toward the hall.

Her eyebrows rose.� �Aren�t you going to wipe it?�

He grinned and said over his shoulder, �The shaking-off takes care of that.�

She followed the nude man back to his room, where he flopped on the bed and drew the pillows under his head to prop it up.� �Slip out of that bikini,� he ordered with a grin.

�Shouldn�t I close the door?�

�Something I�ve noticed: when anyone opens a storm door on this place, you can feel a draft and my window curtains wiggle � if the room door isn�t closed.�

�I get you.�

Her undressing took only a moment.� Unhesitantly she lowered herself into his arms.� His hands sought her avidly.

�God, you have such lovely, fresh tits!�

He suckled them in turn, working the nipples with his tongue.

�Oh, wow!� she exclaimed.� �I�m all tingly!�

�That�s how it works.� But catch what happens next!�

He kissed down her belly until his mouth encountered hair.� His tongue dipped beside the clitoral hood and curled under it, lifting gently but swiftly.� The girl gasped and stiffened.

He raised his head.� �How does that compare?�

�Oh, wow!� Don�t stop!�

She squirmed and groaned in growing arousal as he licked all over her vulva.� He teased her, now avoiding the clitoris until her cries begged for release.� Suction on the hood brought her to climax in a few seconds.

After cuddling her until she calmed down, he rolled back to his pillowed headrest and extended his legs under her upraised knees.

She felt his flesh jiggling and rose up in evident alarm.� �What are you doing?�

�I need to whack off, darling.� You�ve got me too excited to wait for Cheryl.�

�Did you get excited after our last time together?�

�Yes, of course.� But Cheryl was available and she sucked me off on the way to town.�

�It�s hardly a town!� I�ve never done that.�

�I presume you mean you�ve never sucked a cock.�

�Ugh.�

�And you don�t want to try it.�

�I didn�t say that.�

She rose further and reached across to enfold his member.

�It�s awfully thick,� she said.

�I said you�d be surprised.�

�I wasn�t surprised.� I�ve seen it before.�

�You saw it hard?� Where?�

�When you finished on Aunt Cheryl in the dunes.�

�What?� You were there?�

�Tom is so funny and shy.� We went in the dunes to rub on sun block.� Only to rub on sun block!� We heard Aunt Cheryl and � saw you.�

He chuckled.� �Cheryl is noisy.� I thought I heard somebody talking!� Hope this big boy didn�t scare you.�

�That�s not the word.�� She sighed.� �It�s so � so ��

�What is the word?�

�I don�t know.� It makes me feel � fluttery.�� Suddenly she scooted her hips back, leaned far forward and mouthed the swollen glans.

He chuckled approvingly.� �When you make a decision, you don�t hesitate, do you?�

�Unh-uh,� she answered, mouth tightening with suction.� After a moment her face rose to regard him.� �Shaking doesn�t get it all.�

�Doesn�t it?�

�I can taste it.�

�Is it so bad?�

�Not so bad.�

�You may not believe this, but I�ve known a few girls to actually like pee.�

She nodded.� �I do believe it.�

Again her head went down.

After a bit he asked, �How much cock can you take?�

Her mouth sank further on the shaft � with predictable consequences.� She jerked away, gagged and spewed vomit.� Her eyes widened on his.� �Oh!� I�m so sorry!�

He laughed and swung out of bed.� �At least it only hit me.�� In the bathroom he threw water upon his stained torso, scrubbed with his hands and dried himself on a bath towel.� She stood in the door, biting her lip.

He slipped an arm around her.� �Don�t be upset.� You�re not the first to strangle on this big cock.� Deep-throating me is a real challenge.�

He led her back to his bed.� Preparing to resume the same pose, she paused and stared at him wide-eyed.� �You�re soft again!�

�Well, dear, washing puke off your chest is not what you call sexy.� But you can fix this problem in a jiffy.�

She blinked and smiled.� �I�ll bet I can get it all in now too.�

She would have nearly won that wager initially, but within the expected �jiffy� her efforts were again limited to the outer three inches.� He raised his hands to stroke first her temples then her smooth shoulders.

�Sweetie, do you feel that thread right under the tip?�

�Uh-huh.�

�That�s the best spot.� Lick it hard.�

His hands on her shoulder added to the bobbing of her head.� After a while he smiled as her downstrokes enclosed more than half the long shaft.� �You�re a very determined girl, aren�t you, Sandra?�

�Hunfh?

�You don�t let a little mishap slow you down.� I like that a lot.�

He felt her lips tighten in a smile.� He groaned.� �Take it easy now, or you�ll get a lot more taste than you want.�

Her face rose.� She licked saliva off her lips and asked, �You about to come?�

�Getting close.�

�Will it stay hard?� Jeffrey�s wouldn�t.�

�I can guess who Jeffrey was.� Did you have some further use for a hard cock?�

For a moment her eyes fell then rose to meet his almost fearfully.� �It would hurt if you put it into me.�

�I know, darling, though it hurts only the first time.� I don�t think you�re ready for that yet.�

�You don�t?� Why not?�

He shrugged.� �No offense, but I think you ought to grow just a little more.�

�You mean you think I�m a virgin?�

�Aren�t you?�

�I went all the way already, Craig.�

�Really?�

�Once.� With Jeffrey.�

�Ah.� How was it?�

�That stupid, clumsy boy hurt me a lot.� I told Mom and she took me to a clinic and put me on pills.�

�Birth control?�

�Yes.� But I didn�t like the hurt. �I�m afraid to do it again.�

�I won�t hurt you, darling.� I�ll be very gentle.�

�Your thing is awfully long and fat.�

�I promise not to hurt you, sweetheart.� First I�ll lick on you some more.�

�I�d like that.�

He pulled her up onto his chest.� Soon her juices were flowing again.� She climaxed with a wild spasm.� He rolled her onto her back and quickly topped her, penetrating her tightness as his encircling arms held her hips firmly.� She gasped and cried out but answered his thrusts with rolling hips.

�Does it hurt?�

�Oh, no!� Oh, do go faster!�

Banging her to another climax brought on his own, delivered while grunting against her ear.� When he could, he rose off her and grinned.� �Delicious!�

�Oh, wow!� she exclaimed.� �I never felt anything so good in my life.� I want to do this a lot more.�

�Try it with your cousin Tom.� He�s closer to your own age.�

�You�re not so old.�

�Perhaps, but I can�t spend a lot of time with you this week.� I have other responsibilities.�

�Aunt Cheryl!�

�Yes, and maybe her sisters as well.�

�Mom!�

�Maybe.� Would you mind?�

�I don�t know.� Isn�t she kind of � old and yucky?�

�Certainly not yucky and not that old either.�

The girl threw a leg over him, nudging his softening penis, and rose on an elbow to study his face.� �You�ve done a lot of girls, haven�t you, Craig?�

He smiled.� �Do you really want to hear.�

�Yes.�

He shrugged.� �Remember, you asked.� You are my hundred and seventy-sixth female.� You�re among the youngest.�

�A hundred and seventy-six!� You keep score?�

�Not �score.�� What I keep is a count just for my pleasure.� I�m like a miser counting his gold.�

She asked in wonder, �How did you get so many, Craig?�

He chuckled and flipped his organ.� �The women seem to love this thing.�

�I knew it.� It�s getting soft.�

�If you want it hard again, sweetie, you know what to do.�

�And taste me?� Yuck!�

�Go ahead, just for that taste.� You might be glad if you get over that squeamishness.�

With a sigh she leaned down and mouthed him again.� Her lips and tongue lingered.� Soon the member had re-erected.

Her head came up.� �Do me again.�

He rolled atop her as a missionary this time.� After a few strokes that caused her to shiver, he said deliberately, �I hope to put this cock into your mother before midnight.�

She thought it over without stopping her hip roll.� �Can I say, �Damn you?��

He chuckled.� �I suppose you could warn Rhoda off.�

�Sure!� �Mom, Craig�s going to fuck you.��� She adopted scornful mimicry.� ��Oh yeah?� Just how do you know that, Sandra?��

He laughed.� �So what will you do to stop me?�

�Stop you?� I know better than that.� I just want my share.� What you�re doing right now is against the law.� If you don�t fuck me at least every day, I�ll tell.�

�Betrayed for not breaking the law!�

�You got it, buster!�

�It�s a deal.� If nothing else I can meet you on the beach at three a.m.�

�Oh, wow!� Come on: fuck me hard before somebody comes in.� Somebody besides you, that is.�

* * *

Again Craig awoke, this time to the peerless sensation of a suckling mouth and the tickle of Cheryl�s shoulder length black hair bouncing on belly and thighs.� After savoring the sensation for a few seconds, he chuckled.

�Hunh?� she inquired nasally.

�I was just thinking how to identify a cocksucker here: you by your black hair and Sandra by her ponytail, Tom by his short haircut and Jack by his bald spot.� Even though the older sisters� hair is the same color, Rhoda�s is short and Emily�s either long or rolled up on her head.�

She raised her face.� �Couldn�t you tell by the shape of the butt?�

�I�ve yet to see your sisters� butts from this angle.�

�Then it was Sandra you stuck this thing in.�

�Tasted her, did you?�

�And smelled her.� This room reeks of pussy.� I sniffed it in the hall.�

�Sandra and I made out for a good hour.�

�I told you she was a hottie.�

�Yeah.� You could�ve told me a little more than that!�

�What do you mean?�

He grunted.� �I almost passed up a good fuck, assuming she was cherry.�

�You mean that would�ve made a difference?�

�With her parents expected back anytime?� You bet.�

Cheryl shrugged.� �Apparently you didn�t pass it up, lover.�

�No, she set me straight.�

�Did she tell you about her abortion?�

�Her what?�

Cheryl grinned.� �The cherry ripper knocked her up.�

His eyes lost focus.� After a moment he murmured, �It happens.�

�Her mother put her on the pill.�

�Yes, she told me.�� He grinned smugly.� �She told me something else.� She and Tom watched us fuck in the dunes this morning.�

�She �� They did?�

�As the explanation for not being surprised when she sucked my cock to a stand.�

�Then I guess they went off to follow our example.�

�Maybe, though I got the impression not.�

Cheryl�s breath fluttered.� She giggled.� �My last boyfriend accused me of being an exhibitionist.�

�Are you?�

�The idea sure turns me on.�

She crawled over him and impaled herself on the oversized organ.

He chucked.� �You really are a show off!� You�re as wet as I�m hard.�

�That�s how I am when I�m turned on.�� She began to work her hips forward and backward over him.� �Ah, god, this sloppy slide was in the back of my mind the whole time I had to read that dry budget bullshit.� Your cock is so sweetly filling, lover.�

��Sweetly filling.�� I like that.�

�You probably hear it every damn day.�

�Not sweetly.�

She sighed.� �How�m I going to keep you around?� I don�t suppose you�d marry me.� Or anybody else.� Although I make enough to keep you in high style.�

�Well, that�s certainly the best offer I�ve had all day!�

�Think about it.� You know I wouldn�t be jealous of the other pussy cats.� Oh, god, lover: I�m coming already.�

She went from squeaks in a tight throat to shrill groans that matched her rhythm.

He caught her hips and immobilized her.� �Okay, you�re a show-off.� But I�m not.�

She shuddered.� �God, Craig, don�t stop me!�

�My dear, you�re twice as loud as you were last night.�

�Because I was tired.� We�d already fucked twice.�

�Well, hold it down.� Everybody�s listening today.�

She sighed heavily and lifted herself off him.� �By now, Craig, you ought to know I can�t hold it down.�� She backed off the bed, stood up and crossed her legs.� �Oh god!�

Downstairs a storm door rattled.� Above the bed the curtains shivered.� Jack�s voice called, �Pizza�s here.� Come and get it while it�s warm!�

* * *

Finishing her day of kitchen service, Cheryl stacked the plates and silverware in the dishwasher, took up the delivery boxes containing pizza scraps and fumbled with the storm door to the back stairs.� Tom, oddly attentive during the meal, reached past her, opened the door and followed her down the stairs.

She called over her shoulder, �I�d�ve let you carry this trash out, you know.�

�Ah, ah, I want to talk to you.�

The staircase opened onto the open first floor of the cottage, a concrete slab studded with support columns for the building above it and presently serving as the carport for three automobiles.� The sun was well set behind the dunes across the road, but the sky was still bright.� Bungee-straps held a large plastic trashcan against an inland-side column.� Tom raised its lid for her to dump the pizza boxes.

Wearing the bikini bottom and tank top she had pulled on for supper, she crossed her arms under her breasts and looked up at the slim lad, half a head the taller.� �Well, here I am.�

�Ah, ah ��

�And we�re alone.�� She smiled encouragingly.

�Yes, well � that is, ah, Aunt Cheryl ��

�Is it about what you saw this morning?�

He blushed furiously, eyes wide, and turned away with a mumble.

�What�d you say?�

�I � I was sure you spotted us.� You looked right at us.�

She giggled.� �What did you think of when you saw us?�

�Jesus!�

�Surely not!�

�Huh?�

�Did it bother you, Tom?�

He turned to her with an expression of anguish.� �You�re my aunt, my mother�s sister!�

She made a dismissive gesture.� �Maybe you�d like to talk things over.�

�Could we � do that?� Where?�

�Hmm.� Do you know anything about the stars, Tom?�

�Well, I can recognize some of the constellations.�

�You know, tonight�s going to be very clear, just like last night.� A lot more stars are visible here than in the city.� How about showing them to me when it gets dark?�

�You mean in the dunes?�

�Or on the beach.� We could take a dip.�

�I�m not a very good swimmer.�

�Well, I am.� Maybe I can demonstrate a stroke or something.�

�Oh, wow!�

�I guarantee you�ll like my strokes.� A quarter moon followed me down here last night.� It should give just enough light.� I plan to take a blanket and towel way up the beach after a while.� Why don�t you look me up?�

�Oh, wow!�

* * *

In the main room the whole clan watched the evening news that had been recorded during supper.� The three females sat on the carpet before the TV while Craig and Jack occupied the easy chairs.

Cheryl dropped into Craig�s lap and nuzzled his ear.� �I plan to take a blanket up the beach,� she said softly.

He grinned.� �Which I understand to mean you don�t need my company.�

�Later I will.� What are your plans?�

�Want to hear something odd?� Your older sister has been coming on to me ever since I waddled downstairs.�

Indeed Rhoda sat cross-legged nearby, an elbow on Craig�s armrest, studiously watching the TV.

Cheryl sniffed.� ��Waddled,� indeed!� Well, I told you all you had to do was be sympathetic.�

�Oh, I�m the soul of sympathy.� Did you know short hair makes a woman sexy?�

�Oh yeah?� What�d she say to that?�

�That apparently some men don�t think so.� Put rather bitterly, I thought.�

�Hmm.� Have you heard where Jack took her this afternoon?�

�Not a word.�

�Maybe they had a fight.�

�I�ll bet I find out.�

�Lover, give her a good screw.� She deserves one.� But I�m amazed you�re scoring first with Rhoda.�

�Don�t count your chickens.� My chickens.�

�What does Emily say?�

�She hasn�t noticed me.�

�The hell she hasn�t!�

* * *

�Hello, Tom.�

�Hi, Aunt Cheryl.� I was hoping it was you.�

The woman, reclining on her elbows on a spread-out blanket, chuckled.� �I was afraid I�d come too far up the strand, but I wanted our talk to be really private.�

�We�re a long way past the national seashore sign.�

�But you found me anyway.� That�s encouraging!� Come lie beside me and let�s look at the stars.� Aren�t they the brightest you ever saw?�

�It�s because there�s no haze and no nearby city.�

He dropped on the blanket beside her.� A quarter moon rode high in the sky over sparkling surf.� He could clearly see the woman�s dark eyes, nipples and pubic hair.� He gulped, realizing she was nude.

�Ah, this ocean breeze is so wonderful,� she proclaimed.� �It keeps the bugs inland and cools the fevered brow.� You certainly don�t need that shirt, Tom!�

�I guess not.�� He flung it off and weighted it down with a conch shell.� His hands hesitated at the swim trunks.

�Go ahead,� she advised.� �You don�t need that either.�

�Ah, ah ��

�I�ve seen cocks, Tom.�

�My � mine�s not as big as Craig�s.�

�Very few are.� But, you know, the human race manages just fine on half of Craig�s.�

�Half?� It�s bigger than that!�

�I understand that most of them aren�t much more than half of Craig�s, at least by volume.� But leave your trunks on if it embarrasses you.�

With that he whipped the garment off past his feet and added it under the conch shell.� She suppressed a giggle as his body turned noticeably darker even in the dim light.

Her arm crept around his hip and urged him closer.� �Put your head on my chest and tell me the stars you know.�

He hitched himself around and gingerly let his shoulder down upon her belly.� The back of his head sank upon something cool and incredibly soft.� His elbow fell naturally into her groin.� Crinkly hair tickled the back of his arm.� Her hand crept onto his chest and absently kneaded a pectoral.

She said, �Those four stars over there that make a big square � does it have a name?�

�They�re the bowl of the Big Dipper.� Its handle is the three that trail off to the right.�

�Oh, I�ve heard of the Big Dipper!�� She giggled.� �Some dipper!� It�s upside down.�

�Not if you turn your body south.� The two stars at the end of the bowl point to the North Star.� It�s the dim one down closer to the horizon.�

�Oh, I see it.� How fascinating!� You�re very firm, Tom.�

�Well, it�s true.� That is the North Star, or Polaris.�

She chuckled.� �I mean your pects.�� Her hand descended.� �And your abs.�

�There�s a shooting star,� he said too hastily.

�Really?� Guess I wasn�t looking in the right place.�� Her hand descended further.� He twitched involuntarily.� She said� brightly, �Here�s some more firmness that�s very much in the right place.� And it�s quite nice, my sweet, nothing at all to be asham�� Good heavens, how unusual!�

He seemed to draw inward.� His voice was so low she could hardly make out his words above the thudding surf.� �I knew you�d think it�s strange.�

�It�s not strange!� In fact it�s perfectly natural.� But you must have noticed how few cocks are intact.� Do the other boys tease you unmercifully?�

He gritted his teeth.� �I don�t let them see it.�

�How did you manage to preserve your foreskin?�

�My old man�s idea.�

She laughed softly.

�It�s not funny!�

�No, no.� What�s funny is �� Tom, your mother is worried that you might be turning queer.�

�What?� I�m not interested in guys, Aunt Cheryl!� Not a bit.� That way.�

�But you�ve never had a girl, have you?�

�N-no.�

�Is this foreskin the reason?�

�I � I �� The girls know about it.�

�They know you�re uncircumcised?�

�No.� I mean they know most cocks are bare.� I�ve heard them talking about it in the cafeteria.� I guess the other guys show them.�

�I�m sure they do.� Don�t you think it�s about time you had a girl, Tom?�

He held his breath for a moment before exclaiming, �You�re my aunt!�

�Forget about that, Tom, because it�s not important.� Except on this subject your loving aunt might be the best teacher you could find.�

She sought his lips.� Instead of turning away he kissed her passionately and even groped an abundant breast.

�That�s more like it, darling,� she whispered against his cheek while her hand pumped the fiercely erect penis.

�Oh, god!� he cried.

�Slip off me.�� She sat up and bent forward above his midsection.� �This is how girls learn about cocks, bare or not.�� Her head plunged to engulf him.� With a slurp it began to bob.

�Aunt Cheryl!�

Further slurps blended with the crash of surf.� In less than a minute he added groans.

�Oh god, oh god, Aunt Cheryl!�

Her head froze.� Copious streams spurted into the enclosing mouth.� The black hair shaded her face, preventing him from seeing what became of his outpouring, except for one dollop glistening on her chin when she rose up to flop beside him.

Her fingers encircled him.� �Ah, yes, you�re still hard!�

She pulled him atop her and guided him to full penetration.� Her hips began to roll to match his instinctive thrusts.

�Is it big enough?� he asked desperately.

Her answer was a series of squeaks, shading to rhythmic groans.� These were the sounds he had overheard in the dunes, the sounds of her ecstatic response to Craig.� Tom smiled hugely as if she had removed a heavy weight.� Strengthening his thrusts, he drove her to full shuddering climax.� When her voice fell silent, he paused over her, still in penetration.� She lay panting, sagging bonelessly.

�Are you all right?� he asked, studying her closed eyes.

They popped open to glitter in the moonlight.� �You sweet little aunt-fucker!�� Her hips rolled suggestively.� �Keep going!� Do it harder!�

He resumed as directed, but her words, along with his evident prior success, precipitated an unexpected second climax of his own.� When the spasms ceased, he rolled off her to stretch tired muscles but propped up on his elbows when he felt her mouth on his wet member.

�God, Aunt Cheryl!� What are you doing?�

�Two things: tasting our mixture.� I love it.� And keeping you interested.�

�Oh, wow!�

She chuckled fondly.� �Have you had enough to begin with?�

�To begin with.� I love you, Aunt Cheryl.� Is it legal for us to get married?�

Her smile broadened but she shook her head.� �That�s sweet, darling.� I understand your gratitude.� But you�ll have even more fun with Sandra once you learn another trick or two.�

�What�ll she think of my ��

�Your big, uncut cock?� She�ll love it if you make sure it�s very clean.� Young girls sometimes object to the odor of smegma.�

�They do?�

�I see you know what I mean.� Yes, they do, so make sure it�s really clean.�

�You didn�t object.�

�Me?� My god, Tom, don�t you know by now I love everything that belongs on a man?�

�I�m beginning to find that out.�

He leaned forward.� His mouth fell on the nearer nipple.

�I give you A for initiative.� But kiss lower, darling, and find out what the girls really like.�

* * *

No one had turned on the room lamps as the daylight failed.� Rhoda rose on her knees, leaned over the chair arm against Craig�s shoulder and murmured under the voice of the TV announcer, �I�m about to say I�m going to bed, but I�m not.�

�No?� he responded, not turning his head.

�I plan to put on my bikini, take a blanket and go down the beach.� Would you � be willing ��

�To swim with you?� I�d enjoy it.� I�ve sometimes been a swimming coach.�

He barely heard her retort: �Not to swim.�

His head snapped to her.� From a foot away she stared solemnly back at him in the flickering light.

She whispered, �If that worries you, it�s all right.�

�I�m not worried.�

�Then I�ll look for you in a few minutes.�

�Toward the cottages?�

�Yes.�

With the chair arm�s help, she got to her feet and strolled across the room to her husband�s chair, where she bent down and spoke quietly.

Jack sat his beer on the floor and looked up at her in evident surprise.� �I thought you�d stick around for Sylvester!� He�ll be on in ten minutes.�

�Record it for me,� she said distinctly and turned away without looking at Craig.

�You�re not going to bed!� declared Emily, twisting her body around.

�It�s been a long day, honey.� See you in the morning.�

* * *

Fifteen minutes into Sylvester, Craig rose to his feet and stretched.

Emily glanced up with a wry grin.� �Another long day?�

�Well, in fact, but that�s not my excuse.� And the show�s interesting.� I�ll bet the pimp killed her.�

�Too obvious.� Stick around and find out.�

�Can�t.� Got a date.�

�Cheryl�s waiting for you out there, is she?�

Jack�s face turned toward him curiously.

Craig grinned lazily.� �Hasn�t Cheryl told you?� We�re not the exclusive kind.�

�You�re not?�

�She and I met some other folks this morning, people from down the beach.�� He peered at his wristwatch then glanced across the room.� �How far away do you guess those cottages are, Jack?�

�The nearest ones?� Pretty close to a mile.�

Craig nodded.� �That�s what I think too: an easy stroll.�

He closed the storm door quietly behind him and skipped down the stairs to the sand.� A quarter moon stood high in the sky, yielding sufficient pale light to distinguish land and glistening surf.� A strong breeze speckled the black ocean with occasional whitecaps.� The horizon was a faint stroke of immense length.

He struck out down the beach toward the sprinkle of distant lights. �Before long he spotted the dark rectangle of a blanket on the gray sand and recognized a woman�s short hair and heavy-breasted torso propped on an elbow.

At the edge of her blanket he dropped to a knee.� �Is that a smile of welcome?�

�Honestly it�s a smile of relief.� I was afraid you wouldn�t come.� I started smiling when I saw your blond head moving.� It shows up a long way.�

�I�ll remember that.� Why would you fear I wouldn�t show?�

She spread her hands.� �I�m old enough to be your mother.�

�If you�d born me at 13!� But you�re a woman whom age will be slow to harm.�

�What a nice prophecy!�

�From the evidence, though I�ve yet to get a good look at your charms, just enough to guess they�re impressive.�

Her eyes glittered.� �Aren�t you the smooth one!� You want to see me?�

�Well, I�d prefer a brighter light.�

�This is all the light we have.�� Hands behind her unhooked the bathing suit top.� Large breasts tumbled out.� She stood up and stepped out of the bottom piece.� Standing straight with arms dangling at her sides, she added softly, �If it�s too dim, you have hands.�

He stood also.� �You�re very direct.�

She sniffed.� �You mean I�m forward.� Cheryl has been bragging about you.� If half of it�s true, you aren�t put off at all.�

He chuckled.� �What did she say?�

�That you �� God!� I�m standing naked before a strange man, so why do I still worry about my choice of words?� She said she started by sucking you off right after you met.� Then you fucked her twice on the way down here and twice more this morning � worse than oldtime newlyweds who had to wait!�

�She wasn�t bragging.�

�Yes, she was.� You mean she wasn�t lying.� Then at supper I noticed how Sandra pushed up against you.� You fucked her this afternoon, I expect.� No, don�t be alarmed that I�m her mother.� She may not have told you, but she had to have an abortion last year when she was 14.� No more of that, please heaven!� I put her on the pill.� So what if she�s underage?� She wants to fuck.� You probably know a lot of girls like her.� I trust she enjoyed it.�

�Too much, I�m afraid.�

�Meaning she wants more.�

�She threatened to squeal if I don�t do her every day.�

The woman said dryly, �I trust you reminded her of your other commitments.�

�She didn�t care, even with you included.�

�She discussed you and me?� I don�t know where she gets such passion, such fascination with sex.� Ha!� Cheryl also implied you have a ten-inch cock.� Show me this wonder of the world, if you don�t mind.�

He smiled slightly.� �I�m afraid Cheryl did exaggerate there.� �He stripped off his trunks and stood nude.� �It�s nine inches long, measured from the pubic pad, and seven around at the, ah, shoulder.�

�That�s not nine inches.�

�Not yet.� I need to admire you a bit more.�

�What do you call the shoulder?�

�The swelling right behind the glans.�

�I saw that twitch.�� She simpered, �Does it know we�re talking about it?�

�I know it.�

�It�s actually rising!� Does it stay up?�

�Sure, with a little attention.� You say you don�t know where Sandra gets her passion?� Often young girls are just waiting for a stimulus.�

�Well, I didn�t get one at her age and her father �� God, her father!�

�Does he fail to appreciate you?�

�He fails to keep it up when he sticks it in me!�

�Does he!� Pardon me, my dear, but that�s incredible.�

�Is it?� I know this light is the most flattering I can find, but I am 41 years old, soon due for menopause.�

�Rubens would have wanted to paint you.�� He took the step across the blanket and pulled her against him.� His hands stroked her back, cupped her butt cheeks then spun her around to lift the heavy breasts.� �The word for you is luscious.�

�Oh, god, Craig!�� One hand reached behind her and found his rising manhood.� �This thing is a wonder!� she said breathily.

�I�m curious, Rhoda.� Where did you go this afternoon?�

�I made Jack take me to a motel.� I thought I�d give him one more chance.� Sex used to be so good with him.� He was never very adventurous himself, but at least he bought me a vibrator for � the other thing.�

�One more chance?�

�Before I � tested elsewhere to see if it was my fault.�

�How did he do?�

�I�ve already told you.� I got him ready and he put it in but ��

�But it shriveled, eh?� How old is Jack?�

�Fifty.� He�s nine years older than I.�

�I doubt age is his problem.�

�I don�t care about his problem, not with this huge thing in my hand!� Ooo!� Now I believe it�s nine inches.� It worries me a little.� Will you � let me be on top?�

�I take it Jack�s is smaller.�

�Definitely!�

�You can be on top after this.�

�What?�

She gasped as his arms at back and knees lifted her off her feet and laid her back atop the blanket.� He parted her thighs, knelt between them and thrust his tongue into the fragrant womanhood.

�Oh, my god, Craig!� My god!�

He lifted her legs over his shoulders and extended his arms beneath them to knead the lolling breasts and pinch her nipples.� Her cries became incoherent.� His tongue circled from urethra to clitoris.� When her legs closed on his head, he attacked the swollen button directly until her hands pushed his head away.

He unfolded himself upon her.� The large manhood met no difficulty, though she screamed as it parted her flesh.� Holding himself at full thrust, he caught her butt cheeks and rolled her on top of him.� Immediately her hips began to slide.� Hands clutched his shoulders, suspending her torso above him.� The swinging nipples trailed up and down on his chest.

She continued for long minutes, now breathing fast and raggedly.� Bemusedly he listened as she began moans interspersed with words intelligible if not informative.� �Fuck! �� Fuck me! �� Oh, god, fuck!�

�He returned gentle thrusts to her rolling hips, feeling no tension as yet.� Her groans and shudders peaked.� She fell carelessly upon him, cheek against cheek, panting fiercely.� He stroked her back until she quieted.

�You � licked my pussy.�

�Wasn�t it a good idea?�

�Oh.� What I mean is thank you so much.� I�ve only met one other person who claimed to enjoy it.�

�I won�t ask who he was.�

�Our last babysitter when I was eleven.� She licked us both but I don�t think Emily remembers it.�

�But you remember.� Why didn�t you ask Jack to do it?�

�Oh, I did.� He said it�s dirty.� Which it is.�

�Dirty!� Well, I don�t think it�s dirty.�

�I guess you don�t.� I loved it, Craig.� Thank you, thank you.�

�If you�ll slide that sweet pussy up here, I�ll do it again.�

�That�s right: you didn�t come.�

�But you�ll notice it�s still erect.�

�Oh, god, do I ever notice!�� She hesitated, rising far enough to study his face.� Hers was in shadow but he could see her glittering eyes.� �Will you � do something else awful?�

�Of course.�

She giggled.� �You might not want to answer so quickly.�

�What do you consider awful, Rhoda?�

�Well, perverted.�

He chuckled.� �You know, that�s an interesting word.� Humans have the imagination to make sex either a boundless pleasure or a disgusting evil.� Only dumb animals avoid perversion.� Generally, that is.� Our cousins, the monkeys, are known to lick and suck and sodomize each other.�

�Finally you sound like a schoolteacher.� That last means to put into the rectum, doesn�t it?

�I thought we were speaking frankly.� It means to fuck up the ass.�

�Craig, would you � fuck me up the ass?�

He took a breath.� �Rhoda, you amaze me.�

�I�m sorry.� I�m only trying to strike while the iron is hot � or firm in this case.�

�And willing, unlike Jack, I gather.�

�Are you willing?�

�We ought to start this with you on all-fours.� Did you plan ahead enough to bring lubricant?�

�Oh yes.�� She got off him and retrieved a small purse from a folded towel and a tube from the purse.� To his surprise at her initiative, she squeezed a line of jelly into her palm and slathered his organ liberally.� Another line went deep between her legs.� After wiping her hands she returned cap to tube, tube to purse and purse to the towel used for wiping, before rolling onto hands and knees, buttocks elevated in his direction.� She looked over her shoulder and shivered.

�Was it cold?� he asked, dropping to his knees behind her.

�Cold?� It�s a mixture of feelings.�

�Anticipation, I hope.�

�And fear.� Your cock is much wider than my vibrator.�

�You�ve used your vibrator this way, I gather.�

�Often.� And fresh cucumbers.� But you�re still the largest.�

He presented himself near the proper spot.� �This light isn�t good enough.� You�ll have to guide me.�

He caught her hips and shoved in vain.� �Relax the sphincter.� Push out.�

Her hand alternately raised and lowered him.� Suddenly he popped through the ring.� She gasped.

�Did that hurt?�

�Not hurt.� God, Craig, you�re so big!�

�I expect you�ve shat bigger.�

�Not much!�

�Shall we desist?�

�Not on your life!�� Her hips twisted side to side, working back against him.� He entered deeper and began to thrust gently.� He felt her hand jiggling beneath.

�Do it hard,� she advised.� �Oh, I wish I had my vibrator!�

�For the pussy?�

�Or, god help me, another man.�

He chuckled.� �I don�t care what you say, I know where Sandra gets her passion.�

�Harder, damn it!�

He plunged faster, each thrust sinking to full penetration, thankful for the breeze that cooled their bodies, continuing while the surf hissed and thudded.

She shuddered and moaned.� �Fuck, oh fuck!�� Her head, shoulders and breasts sagged against the blanket.� Fingertips were a blur between her legs.� When she slid forward, letting her hips sag, bonelessly ceasing to respond to him, he withdrew and dropped to his side to stroke her panting back.

He kissed her shoulder.� �You have them all fooled, don�t you?�

�About what?�

�Your interest in sex.� Cheryl likens you to the Puritans.�

�She would!� The truth is all three of us love it to one degree or another.� We get it from our mother, and Cheryl is the most like her.�

He paused then chuckled.

�What?�

�I don�t think I ever heard another woman claim her mother was passionate.� What caused you to think so?�

�I learned never to speak ill of the dead.�

�Is it so ill?�

�Well � no, it isn�t.� Several times I came in to find her kneeling on the living room floor sucking Daddy�s cock.�

�Hmm.� Does that imply passion in a woman?�

�When she goes upstairs and their bed creaks for an hour afterwards?�

�It certainly implies willingness.� But what about the common claim that she merely does it so someone will hold her tenderly?�

�Do you still hear them say that?� I always understood that as an attempt to shirk the responsibility.�

�Responsibility for what?�

�For what you�ve been doing to me the last hour or more.�� Suddenly she rolled against him on her back.� �Good god, Craig, Sylvester was finished long ago!�

�Didn�t you ask Jack to record it?�

�That�s not the point!� He�ll find I�m not in bed.� And neither are you.�

�It�s okay.� I told him I was coming down the beach to see a woman.�

�You did what?�

He chuckled.� �From those cottages.� That I met at the Strip this morning.�

�Oh.� But I�d better get back.� He may think I�ve drowned.�

�Don�t you swim?�

�I do, but the ocean�s not like your backyard pool.� Will you kiss me for luck?�

�More than luck.� You are a marvelous woman, Rhoda Camden, in all respects.� Cheryl told me how you met Jack.� Did you really put a condom on him as your first act?�

�She told you!�� The woman took a deep breath and giggled.� �Would you believe the very first spot I touched him was his cock?�

�My god, a man with such nerve as that should be able to keep it up forever!�

�What nerve?� We had a lot of trouble because it was so soft, just a roly-poly little thing, limper than a sausage link.� One of the books showed a man pumping it up first.� I thought to try that.� Then we got the condom rolled on.�

�And let him rip your maidenhead with it.�

�Well, yes.� We had to prove it worked, didn�t we?�

Craig was laughing in admiration.� �Marvelous!� I can certainly understand what happened next!�

�He asked me to marry him.�

�A proposal you received with a soaking cond�� Did you hear something?�

�We were alone in the librarian�s office.�

�I mean up the beach.�� He rose on an elbow.� �Uh-oh!� We�re about to have company.�

She rolled on her side in the same direction.� After a moment he felt her stiffen.� �My god, it�s Jack!�

�Are you sure?�

�See the moon in his bald spot?� My god, Craig, what are we going to do?�

�Lay back, spread your legs, and don�t say a word.�

�Wh-what?�

He pushed her on her back, caught the edge of the blanket and flipped it over her head.� It fell about midway of her chest, almost to the lolling nipples.

�I can�t breathe!� she protested.

�Yes, you can.� Turn your head sideways.�� He bent down and licked her navel.

Again she protested, �That tickles!�

�Not a word!� Here he is.�

Craig raised up and called loudly, �What is this, Grand Central Station?�

The approaching man loomed up but halted suddenly.� �What do you mean?� he asked defensively.� �I�m looking for Rhoda.�

�That�s what I mean.� She was here half an hour ago.� Said she couldn�t sleep, bitched about the beach having the wrong shape for low-tide swimming.�

�Sounds like her.� She likes to swim.� Where�d she go?�

�Back up the beach.� I reminded her of the sandbar in front of the park.� Emily mentioned it at lunch.�

�Up the beach?� I just came down.�

�Maybe she was past the cottage before you came out.� Look, Jack, in case you hadn�t noticed, I�m a bit busy here right now.�

�I noticed.� Bare pussy, a charming sight.�� He chuckled.� �Are you going to introduce me?�

Craig stood up.� �Interesting you should put it that way.�

But Jack had discovered another point of interest.� �Good god, man, is that a dick?�

�What do you think?�

�I think it�s the biggest one I ever saw outside a porn vid.�

�You go around looking at dicks, Jack?�

�Is that one hard?�

�It was very recently.�

�I�ll bet you have a lot of fun with that thing!�

�You�d win.�

Jack crept closer, stepping over one of the woman�s legs.� �You mind if I ��

�What?�

�Touch it � for luck.�

�I might not, but the lady would.�

�Huh?� Who is she?�

�Hunh-uh.� That you don�t ask.� She already recognized you from last year.�

�You mean I know her?�

�You might.� She�s afraid to find out.� You definitely know her husband.� But you�ll be interested to hear this.� Just a minute ago she was wanting another man.�

The female legs twitched.

Jack frowned.� �Another man?�

�At the same time.�

�Oh!� You mean ��

�Sure.� Take your shorts off, Jack, and sniff this eager pussy.�

�Full of your jizz?�

�Not yet.� Between you and Rhoda, I haven�t managed a squirt yet.� So get going, will you?�

�Sniff, hell!� That�s a fine looking bod.� Look at those big tits!� I�m going to eat her up.�

�Just remember, her ass is mine.�

�You plan to put that monster in her tiny little asshole?�

�Already did.�

�No shit!�

�Well, not that I noticed.�

�Ha, ha � not that you noticed!�� Jack stepped out of his shorts as he spoke.� �Uncover her face long enough to suck me up.� I won�t look.�

�You have trouble getting it up, Jack?�

�Sometimes here lately.�

�Eating pussy always works for me.� Look here.�� Craig dropped to his knees and parted the labia.� �See that moisture?� This one tastes good!�

�God damn, I believe it!�� Jack fell between the widespread legs.� Slurping sounds arose.� The woman shuddered.� One of her fists clenched while the other hand went under the blanket to her face.� Nevertheless she produced nasal squeaks, though not before her thighs closed on Jack�s ears.

Craig crouched behind the man but the shadow was too deep.� He groped between the male legs, hand moving briefly, and backed away with a grin.� Lying down beside the woman, he caught her hips, pulled them towards him and rolled them sideways far enough to expose her buttocks cleft.

�What�re you doing?� asked Jack, withdrawing a wet face.

�You�re ready to fuck,� Craig declared, rolling the female hips back atop his lower belly.� �So am I.�

�You grabbed my dick.�

�To see if you like cunt-sucking.�

�Then it�s my turn.� Let me put it in for you.�� Jack�s hand closed on the poised member.� �God, I can�t believe the size of this thing!�

�If you don�t mind, let the mystery lady put it in.� She knows where it goes.�

The clenched fist opened and descended between the bodies.� It quivered when it encountered Jack�s hand.� Reluctantly he surrendered the prize, backed away and bent low to study the process.� With some difficulty the woman�s guiding hand and shifting hips effected the entrance.

Jake said reverently, �God, I didn�t think it had a chance!�

Craig grinned.� �You can get anything in a woman when she wants it, even your dick.�

�And she wants it.� I can see her juice shining.�� Jack knelt and leaned forward between the elevated thighs, where the same hand guided him into the proper passage.

He crowed, �Ah, God, that�s sweet!� How do we do this: you pull and I push?� Hoo, I feel you!�

They settled into an alternating rhythm.� The female hips rolled jerkily.� Nasal squeaks sounded under the blanket almost immediately.

�Hey, she likes it!� noted Jack.

�I told you.�

�Whoo-eee, two guys at once!� What a hot number!�

�Don�t tell the whole beach.�

�Why not?� Bet she�d take it all on.�

�How about letting us finish before you start advertising?�

�Um.� I see what you mean.� God, this is good!� Sugar lady, I want you to talk to my wife.�

Craig asked, �You want your wife to take another man?�

�If she does it along with me.�

�Maybe you ought to tell her that.�

�Hell, she�d drop me like a hot potato.� She started out the sweetest girl you could ever want, but now she only finds fault.� I don�t want to think about her.� I want to think about this sweet pussy and your big dick bouncing up her ass.� Uh, you think she�s passed out?�

Craig chuckled.� �The word is transported, Jack.� When a woman stiffens up like this, she�s not passed out, she�s passed in.�

�You mean � she�s coming?�

�Like an express train.�

�Should we keep on?�

�Until she calls quit.� If you can.�

The woman sighed audibly above the hissing surf and her body fell limp.� The male rhythm continued unabated.� Shortly her heels closed behind Jack�s hips and the nasal squeaks resumed.

Jack breathed, �My god, she loves it!�

�I understand this is the favorite fantasy of many women.�

�I�ve seen it in porn but never expected to do it.�� He sighed.� �And now I�m going to come and it�ll be over.�

�Go ahead.�

�Is she on the pill?�

�Who knows?� But she�s a married woman.�

�Oh.� Oh, yeah.� Oh, god!�

Jack strained into his deepest thrust.� Craig held still.� Rhoda�s hips ceased to roll but quivered in response to each of Jack�s grunts.� When her legs fell apart, he sagged backward in withdrawal, breathing heavily.� Craig resumed a gentle thrusting.

Jack got his feet and pulled on his shorts.� �God, what have I done?�

�Played out one of your own fantasies, I expect.�

�Yeah.� Put my life in the hands of two strangers.�

�You think so?� I assure you, Jack, you have nothing to fear from me.� Nor this lady.�

After a moment the man said, �I�d like to hear it from her.�

�You know why she won�t speak.� Hell, she has more reason to fear you!�

�Fear me?� Why?�

�You think a respectable woman will accuse her Greek sandwich bread when she was the meat?�

�Oh.� Oh, yeah.�

�So count your blessings.�

�Yeah.� But ��

�What?�

�I was never unfaithful before.�� He sighed heavily.� �I�ll see you in the morning.�

His body was soon out of sight.� Because of his bowed head not even the bald spot was visible.

�He�s gone,� said Craig, throwing off the blanket end.

Rhoda sat up immediately on Craig�s belly and squinted up the beach.� �God, feeling guilty is so like him!� You should�ve heard him carry on when he made me bleed in the library.� You didn�t come yet.�

�No, but I will shortly.� Lean forward.�

She went to all fours.� Doing so broke their connection.� One hand reached back and caught his member.� Over her shoulder she asked, �Do you mind � What do you guys call it, sloppy seconds?�

He chuckled.� �Where�d you hear that?�

�I�ll confess I listen when Jack plays his porn videos.� Do you mind it?�

�Not when I�m about to add my own.�

Her hand guided him into the sopping vagina.� �Ooo, what a difference in every way!�

�How so?�

�Between ass and pussy, between cocks.�

�You know, Rhoda, I�m not convinced cock size means that much to women.� Isn�t the effect like breast size to men � almost entirely mental?�

�It could be.� But your big one feels so good!� Fuck me hard.�

He began to piston her at full penetration.� She grunted with each stroke but soon resumed her typical squeaks.� Her earlier cries of �Fuck!� Oh, god, fuck me!� reappeared now that recognition no longer inhibited her.� She crossed her legs and pushed back strongly against him.� He fell back on his heels and allowed her buttocks, reversed in his lap, to do most of the work.� She screamed in climax and sagged forward.� He rose on his knees, caught her padded hipbones in his hands and held his deepest thrust, groaning in ejaculatory relief at last, sitting back on his heels when it was over, hands on her hips maintaining his penetration.

They held that position for long seconds, both breathing heavily, until she complained, �My back hurts.�

He released her then and backed away.� She sprawled forward on her belly momentarily before pushing up with her hands and getting tiredly to her knees, finally to her feet.

�Oh, god!� she said with a sigh.

He rose also.

Her eyes found his.� �I�ve never had such a night in my life.� If I didn�t still feel it I wouldn�t believe it.�

�Feel what?�

�All a-tingle.�� Her hand went to her groin.� �You came this time!�

�Yes, thank you.�

�It�s running down my legs.�

�It had a lot of stimulation tonight.�

�I guess so.�� She sighed.� �I need to get back to the cottage before Jack decides I�ve drowned.�

�Let�s take a swim.� You need some evidence of it.�

She nodded.� They waded out to the point that incoming waves were breaking over them, then turned to face inland.

Waiting for the next breaker, she said, �It�s like I�ve been under a spell.�

�Do you mean recently?�

�Since your cock touched me tonight.� But this cold water �� lets my mind work again.�

�Like a cold shower, is it?� I think this is enough evidence.�

As the next wave broke they started back.� She said, �I�m thinking what does it mean?� Jack actually came in me!� He hasn�t done that in a long time.�

�Not in you.�

�What do you mean?� Of course he did ��

�He thought you were a stranger.�

�Yes, I know.� That�s my question.� How could he share a strange woman with another man and enjoy it so much more than he did alone with me this afternoon?�

�I can guess a couple of reasons.�

�Tell me.�

�People get tired of each other, especially when sex becomes mere duty.� Jack�s interest in my dick suggests he wants variety.�

�Other men?�

�Maybe.� Something to make sex more interesting.� Like a strange woman or one who�s a bit kinky.�

Chilled by the breeze and snuggling against him as they splashed in the shallows, she suddenly stiffened.� �My god!� Who�s that?�

A plump woman in a one-piece swimsuit stood on their blanket, her hair bound back in a chignon.

Rhoda sighed.� �I�m ruined now.� It�s Emily and here I am with you naked.�� But she straightened her shoulders, pushed away from him and strode forward purposefully.

Emily awaited them, standing with arms akimbo.� �I can�t believe what I�ve seen here tonight.�

Rhoda snapped.� �Don�t you start!�

�What did you see?� asked Craig.

�Daughter home in bed while her mother is on the beach fucking two men at once, even if one of them is her husband.�

Rhoda huffed but when she spoke her voice was mild.� �Sandra�s in bed?�

�Alone, too.� I checked.� God knows where Tom is.� I guess Cheryl�s got him somewhere on the beach.�

Craig asked, �When did you get here?�

�While you and Jack were banging her.� My god, I couldn�t believe my eyes when Rhoda showed her face!� Why�d you pull the blanket over you?�

Rhoda�s chin rose.� �So Jack wouldn�t know I was fucking another man.�

Even in the dim light Emily�s eyes widened perceptibly.� �You said �fucking!��

Rhoda shrugged.� �Is that ever what I�ve been doing!�

�You mean Jack didn�t know it was you?�

�I don�t think he did, the way he talked.�

�No kidding!� That�s � just incredible.� Did you really take Craig in your rectum?�

�Yes.�

�Didn�t it hurt?�

�No.�

�Rhoda �� My god, I can�t believe this is you!�

The elder sister sighed.� �The truth is I can�t either.�

�Oh, no?� You wouldn�t do it again?�

�The devil I wouldn�t!�� She took a breath.� �Jack thinks I�m still Mrs. Pure.� Do you plan to tell him different?�

Emily stared a moment.� �Are you sure you don�t want him to know?�

�I haven�t decided, but I�d like to be the one who tells him.�

�All right, Rhoda.� I won�t say anything except to back you up.�

�Thank you, honey.�

The two sisters embraced briefly. �Rhoda stooped for the two halves of her swimsuit and pulled them over her body.

She said, �I�d better get back to the cottage before Jack calls Missing Persons.� Will you bring the blanket and towels?�

�Yes of course.�

Craig said, �Take a dip so your suit will be wet.�

�On my way back.� Good night all.� And Craig ��� She smiled through her sigh.� �I�m so glad Cheryl brought you.�

�So am I.� You�re a remarkable girl, Rhoda.�

She bowed her head, turned and plodded up the beach.

The watching sister murmured dryly, �Prim and proper Rhoda!� Mrs. Pure, indeed!�

Craig was grinning.� �Who left us the blanket.�

She grunted.� �Like a command to fuck!�

�Certainly a suggestion.�

Emily shrugged.� �It�s so like her to egg me on.� When we were little and stole Granny�s pie, she made me help her eat it.�

�Do I remind you of Granny�s pie?�

�Maybe your cock.�� She chuckled.� �I saw it when it was hard.�

�Did you!� Were you hiding that close?�

�I meant this morning when I went to wake Cheryl.� I was afraid to get close tonight until Rhoda showed her face.� Is it really ten inches?�

�Nine.� Where did you hide?�

�Behind that little stand of sea oats up there.�

�You must have good eyes.�

�You mean for an old woman with ten years on you?�

�Old woman, indeed!� Is that why you wear a one-piece swimsuit?�

�Tom made ugly stretch marks on my belly.�

�They�re a mother�s badges of honor, like military campaign ribbons.� Show me.�

�What for?� Do you think you can get it up again?�

�You can.�

�By sucking on it?�

�That�s one way.�� He strode to her side, hands slipping behind her.� �How does a one-piece suit work?� Looks like you have to step into it.�

�You shimmy into it.� Getting it off is a little easier.�� She stripped the garment down her body and stepped out of it.� �See?� These awful marks almost glow!�

As he had done earlier with Rhoda, he caught Emily under back and knees, lifted her off her feet and laid her gently on the blanket.� He contemplated her body for a moment and took a breath.� �I do love a woman with some flesh.�� He dropped to his knees between her legs and bent forward.

She said, �Before you drive me out of my mind, I meant to ask you: where is Cheryl?� Should we expect her along too?�

He paused, his breath stirring her pubic hair.� �I presume Tom is absent also.�

�Yes.� I haven�t seen him since supper.� Oh, you mean ��

�Most likely.� Cheryl thinks he�s cute.�

�You do know she�s 31!�

�Of course.�

�Now she�s really robbing the cradle � and her own nephew!�

He chuckled.� �You thought that�s what she was doing with me, didn�t you?�

�Well ��

�Youth has certain advantages.� Cheryl thought it was time Tom got laid � her family duty, don�t you know.�

Emily snorted.� �Cheryl thought, �Here�s another cock!�� But I guess I�m glad for Tom.�

His head dropped upon her.� She gasped involuntarily.� The thrilling tongue caused her thighs to twitch.� His arms slipped under them and draped her legs over his shoulders, after which his hands slid over her stretch marks, caressed her navel and squeezed her breasts, firmer and almost large as Rhoda�s.� Soon her legs closed on his ears and her torso writhed on the blanket as he attacked the clitoris directly.

Her hands gripped his short hair and pushed his head away.� �Oh, god,� she cried, �I can�t stand it!�

When he backed away, her head popped up to stare over her belly.� �Did it get hard?�

�That�s the second way to guarantee it.�� He fell upon her, keeping his weight above her with one hand while the other worked his straining member into the wet cavity. �As they began the ageless rhythm, her arms encircled his back and pulled her breasts up against his chest.� Though she gave every other sign of pleasure and continuing climax, she produced little more than panting breath and whimpers.

When her agitation subsided, he withdrew and rolled onto his side, rising on an elbow and gouging a hollow in the sand for it through the blanket.� His free hand caressed the nearer breast.

�Is that what you came down the beach for?�

She sniffed.� �Put that way it sounds so � slutty.� But I guess it�s the truth.�� Her hand encircled his wet member.� �I like this thing, but I don�t know what all the shouting is about.�

�My theory is it�s the same as big tits.�

�I was going to say, I like my husband�s equipment even more.�� She sighed.� �Now I�m as guilty as Rhoda.�

�Half as guilty, maybe.�

�How did you arrange to share her with Jack, of all people?�

�What arrange?� He came stumbling on us right after we fucked.� I felt sure he�d never believe his wife�s head was under that blanket.�� Craig laughed softly.� �To tell you the truth, the idea of sharing her with him incognito tickled my scrotum.�

�It is ironical, isn�t it?� You�d think he�d recognize her body after all those years!�

�I think it was Benjamin Franklin who remarked on the similarity of pussies.�

�Her hips, her breasts!� She�s slimmer than I am, for example.�

�I think we mostly see what we want to see.�

�I�ll have to ask her what she thought of it.�

�If she says anything other than �I loved it,� she�ll be kidding you.�

After a pause she said, �I�m afraid to try you up my ass.�

�That�s entirely your choice, my dear.�

�But I would like to suck you.� You didn�t come, right?�

�I�m not hurting.�

�I�ve heard of that: chastity can make the testicles ache.�

He laughed.� �I can�t believe any man ever left his dick alone long enough to notice.�

�Well, yours certainly has not been left alone!�

�No.� It�s fortunate to be surrounded by loving women.�

�Can you come now?�

�Is it so important?�

�The first time I tasted semen I liked it, even as a teenager.� Partly it was knowing about those millions of potential babies in my mouth, going down my throat.� Silly, eh?� But when I read about sperm and eggs in biology, I seduced the first boy I met.� He was tickled to death of course.� I�m almost as bad as Rhoda.� I fell in love with him as soon as I tasted his juice.� We Campbell girls decide quickly.�

�That�s interesting.� Did you marry him?�

�No, but he took my cherry and kept me tasting all during high school, saved me from being like Cheryl.� Which I�m not too sure was a favor.� I went to college and found me two more gushers before I met Clement.�

��Gushers?��� He laughed.

�That�s how it feels in your mouth when the guy�s been doing without a while.� When Clement gets home, he�ll strangle me to death.� Did you ever suck a cock, Craig?�

He laughed again.� �You remind me of the old joke about owning Volkswagens and eating pussy.� Its punch line was that you love them to death but you�re not proud of doing it.� Even less so of sucking dicks.�

�Really?� You mean I should be ashamed?�

�No, no, not a woman.� A dick anywhere in a woman is proper.�

��Proper?�� Not many would call one in her mouth proper.�

�You�re right.� Super is more accurate.�

She giggled and rolled forward, sweeping her legs out to the side.� Briefly her mouth encircled the flagging member before she turned her face to his.� �I want you to come.� Tell me what to do to help.�

With a slurp she took it again.� He settled onto his back.� His nearer hand crept around her buttocks and poked two fingers into the vagina, wet but unseminalized.� The other hand squeezed a breast.

He looked up at the multitude of stars and the sliver of moon, feeling her soft, wet body and his member rhythmically parting flesh at the back of her throat � very deep in her throat.� He raised his head.� Enough moonlight reflected from his pale belly to fill in some of the shadow under her face.� His eyes popped.� Somehow she was taking most of his shaft on her downthrusts � at least seven inches, maybe more.� She breathed on the upstrokes, nostrils flaring.

�Good god, Emily, how can you do that?�

She strained lower, lips working to enclose another inch.

�You wanted to know what�ll make me come.� Well, you�ve figured it out!� My balls are starting to boil.� God, Emily!� My dick must be on the way to your stomach!�

At the first dribble she withdrew to the glans and sucked gently as he gave up the slight production since his offering to Rhoda.� He groaned, hips thrusting upward.� Her tongue in the eye increased his pleasure.� When she released him at last, her lips betrayed only a smug grin.

�Emily, how in the hell ��� He froze.

�How what?�

Abruptly he sat up and sighed explosively.� �Now we have visitors.�

�Huh?�� She spun around and drew back involuntarily.� �T-Tom!�

The tall lad stared over them at the ocean.� �Hello, Mom.�

Sandra stood beside him just off the blanket.� Her lip curled toward Craig.� �I thought you meant to fuck my mother.�

Craig got to his feet.� �This is embarrassing.�� He took Tom�s arm.� �Let�s walk down the beach.�

Sandra pushed close between them.� After a few steps her mischievous hand caught Craig�s lingering erection.� �You just came!� In Aunt Emily�s mouth too!�

�I�m surprised you could tell in this light.�

�Ha!� I rubbed off the last drop.�

�Are you sure?� asked Tom.� His hand twitched toward the older man but subsided.

�Oh, I�m sure,� she replied.� �I�m learning how you guys do it.� You like to sort of shove hard and hold still while you�re coming.�

�Sandra, who�ve you been fucking?� Tom demanded.

�Who do you think?� You in a minute, I hope.�

�That�s the idea,� said Craig.� �Why don�t you two go on down the beach and enjoy yourselves?�

�Won�t you join us?� Sandra asked.

�Three�s a crowd.�

�I�d like a crowd tonight, Craig.�

�That�s kinky!� Tom exclaimed.

�Don�t be a turnoff, Tom.� You and Craig can alternate.�

�Tom�s not ready for that, Sandra,� Craig said.� �He�s very new at this game.�

�I�m not turning it off,� Tom said defensively.� �If she wants to, let�s do it.�

�It�s an inviting suggestion, but I have someone waiting for me.�

When Craig turned to leave them, Sandra announced, �We�ll be on the spit if you change your mind.�

�The spit?�

Tom explained, �Just a little further along.� A sandbar that sticks straight out at low tide.� You can tell where it is from here by the lack of breakers.�

Craig made his way back, judging the location of his tryst with Emily by the stand of sea oats that had concealed her.

�Emily, where are you?� he called, but received no answer.

He knew he was in the right place, especially when his foot kicked a garment that proved to be his swim trunks when shaken free of sand.� Emily had obviously departed with blanket and towels.� He muttered aloud, �Maybe I wouldn�t want to face my son either.�� He searched, found his shirt and hurried towards the spit, dressing as he walked.

He found the youngsters kneeling in each other�s arms, naked and kissing with abandon.

�There you are,� he said, standing above them.

�Oh, goody!� Sandra exclaimed.� �We were just about to begin.�

�Did you notice your clothes are about to float away?� The tide�s coming in.�

Hurriedly they rounded up their three garments.� Tom caught the girl�s hand and pulled her higher on the spit.� �Okay,� she said, �so long as we stay on the wet sand.�

�Wet sand is cold,� Tom objected.

�But doesn�t get in your pussy.�

Tom grunted but looked around.� �We can�t stay long.� The seabreeze has about died.�

Craig chuckled.� �You think you�ll generate that much heat?�

�The bugs�ll find us,� explained Sandra.

�Especially the damned mosquitoes,� Tom added.� �And I�ve washed off my Buzz-Off.�

Sandra sniffed.� �I didn�t think to spray.�� Her eyes rolled around meaningfully to Craig.� �I will later.�

�Good point about the breeze.� Let�s hump!�� Craig threw his clothing down with theirs and joined in the circle of arms.� �You should suck on Tom first, Sandra, if you want him to last once he�s inside you.�

�I�ll last!� Tom objected stoutly.

�I sucked him a little already,� said Sandra with a smirk.� �And I didn�t gag.�� Her teeth flashed in a wide grin.� �You do it, Craig.� I bet you�ve been with guys before.�

�That�s true, Sandra; everyone likes what I�ve got.� But not in a long time.�

�I�ll bet you�ve even fucked animals,� she challenged.

�Well, yes, a sheep when I was twelve, visiting my uncle�s farm.�

�What was that like?� asked Tom.

�She was in heat.� It felt good but made an awful mess.�

�Yuck!� Sandra declared.

�Wow!� Tom exclaimed in a different tone.� Suddenly his voice changed.� �I don�t want to do any fag stuff!�

�You won�t have to do anything but lie still, Tom,� Sandra said.� �Let him suck you.� I want to watch.� Then you can fuck me.�

�Let�s get this party started, Tom,� Craig said.� �I�ll blow you then we can fuck Sandra silly.�

Tom made a grumpy sound but sagged back on his elbows.� Craig knelt between the lad�s legs and lowered his head to the awaiting organ, flaccid from negotiation.

�I haven�t done this in over ten years, Tom, but like riding a bicycle you never forget how.�

Sandra watched closely as Craig slurped the soft three-incher entirely into his mouth.� It rose quickly.

�You�re better than Aunt Cheryl!� the young man exclaimed.

�I want to do it!� Sandra demanded suddenly.

Craig moved aside to make room for the girl.� She fell upon her target voraciously.

�You�re biting!� Tom protested.

�Suck the knob like a lollipop,� Craig suggested.

In another minute Tom fell back, his hands rising to clasp Sandra�s head.� �Oh, god!� he cried, straining upward.

Sandra fell back, a white streak painting her from chin to forhead.� She coughed and spat repeatedly onto the sand.� Tom finished himself by hand.� Craig feared the girl might vomit.

�He gagged me!� she exclaimed.

�Did you take too much again?� the older man asked.

�Again?� muttered Tom.

Craig caught her hips, pushed her down upon the wet sand and ducked between her legs.� Apparently she soon forgot her bronchial distress.� When her screech proclaimed the crisis, he climbed atop her and began to thrust vigorously.� Her legs enwrapped his.

For most of the next hour the two young men took turns upon her, causing her to cry out repeatedly, eventually to reach a level of continual moans.

After a while, waiting his next turn, Tom began slapping his ankles and scratching his buttocks.� When Craig again backed away from the whimpering girl, Tom caught his arm.� �Check your ass.�

�My what?� Yeah, I know.� The mosquitoes have eaten it up.�

�We better get indoors.�

�I agree.� Help me get her on her feet.�

In the still air the mosquitoes tasted the exhaled breath and gathered in increasing swarms.� First shaking the girl to dispell her enthrallment, Craig pulled up her bikini bottom while Tom latched the top around her.� Shortly they were running up the beach, creating their own insect-free breeze.

Just before entering the cottage, whose first floor windows were lit, Craig whispered to her, �Do you still want to meet on the beach at three A.M.?�

�Oh, definitely!�

�Well, make sure you spray yourself well before you go out.� Are you badly bitten?�

�A few bites on my arms and legs.�

�Glad it�s not worse.� My ass cheeks are like pincushions.�

She giggled.� �Balm for that is in the bathroom: the green bottle.� Slip in there with me and I�ll rub it on you.�

�That�s the best offer I�ve had tonight!�

* * *

Supervisor Clark, a tall and heavy man in a dark blue business suit and red necktie, peered through the storm door on the balcony landing and whispered into his palm radio, �Main room is empty.�

Agent Pandillar, standing beside him, equally tall and heavy but black and wearing a blue necktie, muttered, �They left a light on.�

Clark�s vinyl-gloved hand tried the knob and opened the door an inch.� It creaked.� He said redundantly, �Unlocked.�

�Hell, let�s catch them asleep,� suggested Pandillar.

Clark shook his head.� �We don�t know for a fact Dutton is in there.� Stand out of the light.�� Into his radio he whispered, �Here we go.�

Pandillar pressed against the dark wall.� The quarter moon was very low in the west, casting no light on this side of the big cottage, but enough interior light reflected off the supervisor to discern the agent�s white shirt and blue tie.

Clark withdrew his ID folder from an inside coat pocket and a pistol from his waist holster.� Using the pistol butt he knocked loudly and repeatedly on the storm door frame, hammering a pattern of overlapping dents into the flimsy metal.� The unbelievable noise rang throughout the building.

In her dark third floor bedroom Sandra�s eyes popped open.� A light came on in another room and spilled into hers from the hallway.� She fumbled on her nightstand, turned on its lamp and found her wristwatch.

�Oh god, it�s three twenty!� she whispered through tight lips.� �But that couldn�t be Craig; he wouldn�t wake up the whole place.�

Rising from the bed she flung a robe around her nakedness and dashed into the hall in time to collide with a similarly berobed Emily.� �What is it?�

�Somebody downstairs,� the woman retorted, twisting free and proceeding to the internal staircase.� �They�re going to beat the door down, the idiots!�

Rhoda in a nightgown came along the hall.� �Is it some kind of alarm?�

Emily hesitated.� �God knows.� I think Jack should answer it.�

Cheryl appeared nude at her door.� �What�s the matter?�

�Or Craig,� Emily added.� �Get him up, Cheryl.�

�He�s not in bed.�

�He isn�t?� Rhoda, get Jack now.�

Rhoda ducked back into her room.

Eyes wide, Cheryl asked, �Has something happened to Craig?�

�We don�t know what it�s about,� Emily retorted crossly, �but if we don�t answer soon they�re going to smash the door.�

Jack stumbled out into the hall, wearing pajamas and slippers, hair bushy above his ears.� �What�s going on?�

�You can hear what�s going on,� said Rhoda, pushing him from behind.� �Get down there and answer the door.�

�Oh.� All right, quit shoving!�

Emily said, �Sandra, will you wake up Tom?�

Jack pushed past the women to the stairwell.� They followed him down, trailed by Sandra and Tom in his swim trunks, Cheryl last after throwing on her robe. �Jack crossed the main room to the balcony storm door, through whose bouncing glass a suited man was visibly holding up a card of some kind.

Jack shoved the door wide.� Clark held it open with his elbow.

�Do you know time it is?� Jack demanded.

�I�ll ask the questions,� the man declared.� �I�m Supervisor Clark of the FBI�s Wilmington office.�� He peered over Jack�s shoulder at the lad and the women trooping into the room and added gruffly, �Pass the word for Francis J. Dutton to step forward.�

�Who�s she?� asked Jack.

�He: Francis with an I.�

Jack showed his teeth.� �God damn it!� Typical government foul-up.� You�re raiding the wrong place.� There�s no one here by that name.�

The others arrayed themselves behind Jack.� Clark studied them carefully.� �Who else is in this cottage?�

�You�re looking at them.�

�Is that so.� May I come in?�

Demonstrating that his question was a mere formality, Clark strode through the door.� His broad chest actually thumped Jack, pushing the latter back involuntarily.� The black face of Agent Pandillar appeared behind Clark.

�I didn�t say yes,� Jack protested.

Ignoring the protest, Clark slipped sideways to study the room.� He gestured with his pistol and Pandillar moved to the ascending staircase, peered up it and shook his head at the supervisor, whose pistol now pointed at the floor.

�Who owns the green Toyota?�

When no one answered immediately, Clark demanded further, �Which one of you is Cheryl Campbell Fenner?�

Cheryl�s chin rose.� �She�s not here.�

�Just a minute �� began Jack.

Clark muttered, �Black hair, green eyes, heart-shaped face ��� His voice strengthened.� �The hell she isn�t!� Is Dutton asleep upstairs?� If he�s hoping to jump off the balcony and run for it, I�ve got this place surrounded.� If he has any sense he�ll surrender right now.�

�There�s no Dutton here,� said Jack.� �Never has been.�

�Who�re you?� asked Clark.

Jack took a deep breath.� �Talking to you people is unfair as hell.�

�What do you mean?�

�You can tell us any lie you want, but lying to you is a federal offense.� Folks, I think the best thing for us is to clam right up.�

Clark�s lip curled.� �The law requires you to cooperate with the FBI.�

Jack shook his head.� �We don�t have to answer your questions.� Remember, we �have the right to remain silent.��

�If I arrest you.� You�re not under arrest.� Yet.� Let�s start with your names.� I ask again, who are you, sir?�

Jack clamped his lips.

Clark waited only briefly.� �There it is: lack of cooperation.� I could arrest you all for harboring a fugitive.�� He gestured to the agent.� �Go ahead and check upstairs.�

Pandillar darted up the staircase, pistol thrust before him.� His steps resounded in the upstairs hall.

Clark said into his radio.� �Batson, Pandillar will let you in the upstairs door if it�s locked.� I believe Dutton is still in the house.�� His gaze glowered upon Jack.� �If we find him here, I�ll definitely charge you with concealing and harboring a federal fugitive.�

They waited while more footsteps sounded above.� Clark sneered at Jack.� �I�ve already run the car registrations.� You fit the description of Jack Raymond Camden.� Where�s Clement Fellis Williamson?�

Jack and the others returned his gaze stolidly.� Clark�s sneer turned upon Cheryl.� �And you�re Cheryl Campbell Fenner.� We have witnesses that put you in the Hightower Restaurant in Benson with Dutton last night.� They even noticed your auto tag.� Fortunately for us, you were arrested here last year in a raid on the Pirates Club and gave this address.� Other witnesses saw you with him at the shopping strip this morning.�

Chin still high, she declared, �I don�t know anybody named Dutton.�

�Cheryl!� warned Jack.

To Jack the supervisor snarled, �I�m also gonna charge you for interfering with an investigation if you keep on.� What name did he give you, Ms. Fenner?�

Cheryl turned away, strode to the table and sat down.� As if her move were a signal, the five others and Jack also took seats.� They all stared at the supervisor defiantly.

His palm radio squawked.� �Go ahead,� he said into it.

�Upstairs is clean,� said a male voice.

�Batson, wait on the balcony.� Pandillar, go get the sniffer.�� His gaze settled upon the table occupants.� �I see you have one more chair.�

The supervisor sat in it, hitched it close to the table and leaned forward on his elbows.� �Listen, people, this is serious business.� The courts have ruled it�s unlawful not to supply us with your legal name and identification.� I�m gonna give you each one more chance.� You, sir: who are you?�

Jack sighed.� �You�ve already got it: Jack Raymond Camden.�

After his example Tom and the women stated theirs, ending with Sandra.

Clark asked her, �How old are you, Miss Camden?�

�Fifteen,� she answered.

�Thank you.�� His gaze swept over them all.� �For your information William Hawthorne Dutton, also known as Bill Dutton, is described as age 28, five foot ten, 160 pounds, blond hair and said to have �piercing blue eyes.�� I presume all of you have seen him.� Do you deny it?�

When they were silent, Clark continued, �Well, that�s a little better.� Where did you last see him, Ms. Fenner?�

Cheryl clamped her lips hard enough to wrinkle.

Footsteps clumped on the stairs, descending.� The black agent appeared, holding a box with a metered face.� �Sir, there�s no civilian upstairs now, but the beds retain strong heat from six bodies and weak heat from one more.�

��Weak heat.�� Is it a double bed?�

�Yes, sir.�

�How weak?�

�He�s been out of it less than half an hour.� Must�ve seen us coming.�

�Go see if you can find any name tags on luggage near that bed.�

�Already did: Cheryl Fenner.�

�God damn it!� cried Jack.� �You�re searching the place?� Where�s your warrant?�

Clark sniffed.� �I only need a warrant if I mean to admit the evidence in court. �Look here, folks � especially you, Ms. Fenner.� It�s Dutton I want.� I�m not after any of you people.� Our main witness in Benson had a strong interest in keeping her eye on Dutton, and it�s clear from her story that your meeting with him was purely by chance.� If you cooperate I won�t charge you with anything.�

�So you say now,� sneered Jack.

�What�s your problem, bud?� I didn�t say I wouldn�t charge you.�

�Who is this Dutton?� asked Cheryl.

�A real lady killer.� You found him charming, I�m sure, and brought him along to show your family.� I�ll bet he charmed all of you � the ladies, at least, and I�m reasonably certain he didn�t tell you anything like the truth about himself.� Did he even admit he was a teacher?�

Cheryl�s eyes had enlarged.� She nodded.

�Just a minute,� said Jack.� �How do we know you�re not trying to entrap us?�

�I have federal and Virginia warrants for Dutton�s arrest.�

�On what charge?�

�Several.� How about kidnapping, a Mann violation and 27 counts of statutory rape?�

�A man violation?� asked Emily.� �Does that mean he�s queer?�

�Not so far as we know.� I refer to the Mann Act, which makes it a federal crime to transport a female across state lines for immoral purposes.�

�Kidnapping?� mused Jack.

�I�ll admit the kidnapping charge probably won�t stick.� The girl swears she forced herself on him.� But the rest are solid.� He was assistant housemaster at a girl�s school in Arlington.� With the mistress�s connivance he had sexual relations with underage females, 27 who accuse him.� Eight of them are pregnant with fetal DNA derived from him.� The Mann Act victim was the headmistress�s 18 year-old daughter.� She�s the one who gave him up in Benson.�

Jack sniffed.� �If you�re telling the truth.�

Clark studied Cheryl.� �Where did he go when he left your bed, Ms. Fenner?�

The youngest sister sighed heavily and shook her head.� �I don�t know.�

�But he was in it?�

�Not when I went to sleep.�

�Will you at least admit that you brought him here to the beach?�

�Wait a minute!� Jack interjected.� �One Mann violation!� That�s the only federal rap you�ve got on him?�

�Also of course interstate flight to avoid arrest.�

�That�s pretty thin, officer.� How many agents are with you, five or six, to catch a one-time Mann violator?� What does the FBI really want him for?�

Clark studied him and sat back, hands on his knees, having clearly reached a decision.� �Homeland Security wants him.�

Jack goggled.� �As a terrorist?�

�He taught his girls to make bombs.� One of them blew up a mailbox � which by the way is another federal offense.�

�Schoolgirls making bombs?�� Jack laughed slightly.� �Using ammonium-iodide, perhaps?�

Clark blinked.� �So!� You�re in cahoots with him, are you?�

Jack sneered.� �Along with a million others.� Half the kids in the country know what happens when you dissolve iodine crystals in concentrated ammonia.�

�What happens?� asked Tom.

�It explodes when it dries,� said Sandra.

�You see?� said Jack, spreading his hands.

Clark looked from one to the other.� �All right, if that�s the way you want it.� One last question for you all: where is Dutton now and what name is he using?�

Rhoda sniffed.� �That�s two questions.�

�Do you know the answers?� Clark demanded.

She raised her chin silently.

He added, �If you did know you wouldn�t tell me, right?�

�Don�t answer that!� Jack said quickly when Rhoda opened her mouth.

Clark said ominously, �That�s close to the last straw.�

�She�s my wife.�

Clark laughed sourly.� �Listen to your husband.� If you�d said, �Yes,� I would�ve arrested you.�� He shook his head and raised his radio.� �All units, withdraw to the cars, Code Orange.�

�What does Code Orange mean?� asked Emily.

Clark pushed back his chair and stood up.� �It means you people are judged hostile and uncooperative.�

Jack stood also.� �I trust �all units� includes you.�

Clark�s answer was, �I�ll be back.�

He turned away, pushed open the storm door and disappeared into the night.� Several footsteps sounded upstairs and on the balcony.� The building quivered as heavy men descended the outside staircase.

Cheryl caught Jack�s arm.� �But, but � where is Crai��

His hand covered her mouth.� He shook his head and said, �Let�s all just sit here a minute.�

Emily leaned close and whispered, �You think we�re bugged?�

He caught her shoulder.� His other hand pointed down, around and up under the table where the supervisor had been sitting.� He mouthed, �I saw him take it from his pocket.�

Her eyes widened then flashed in anger.� She said aloud, �I know: let�s all go outside.�

�Yeah,� agreed Jack, �but we ought to put on some clothes first.�

Solemnly they trooped up the staircase.

* * *

Jack in Bermuda shorts and T-shirt, not bothering to shave, waited for the women with Tom in the upstairs hall.

The lad said, �Was that really the FBI?�

�Most likely.�

�Didn�t you look at that guy�s ID?�

�IDs are easily faked.� I go by mannerisms.� Nobody else could be half so arrogantly dominating as those people.�

Tom�s face showed fascination.� �Have they bothered you before.�

Jack smiled slightly.� �When I was about your age, they arrested me at a protest demonstration against the CIA.�

�Really!�� The lad�s eyes widened in admiration.

�I threw a tear-gas cannister back and hit one of them in the head.� Or at least that�s what they meant to charge me with.�

�Wow!�

Jack waved a hand.� �Water long over the dam.�� He raised his voice.� �Except I�ll admit I don�t like the bastards.�

Rhoda appeared in blouse and slacks, followed almost immediately by the other women similarly dressed.

�Come on,� said Jack at the storm door.� They trooped out on the balcony and followed him to one end of it.� He leaned over the rail and peered around the house, shielding his eyes from the inside light spilling through a window.� �Two cars,� he muttered.� �No, three.� Come on, let�s go to the north end out of their sight.�

After satisfying their curiosity the others joined him at the opposite end of the balcony.� Though the darkness was nearly complete, he could make out their pale faces.� He looked around, considering the sound of the thudding surf, and said quietly, �If we keep our voices down, I think we�ll be all right.�

�How�re they going to hear us out here?� Emily demanded.

�Huh!� I�ll bet �Code Orange� was the signal to implant bugs on the second floor too.� But I listened to their footsteps.� Nobody came to this end of the balcony.� Just keep your voices down so their other pickups don�t catch us.�

�Jack, what are we doing anyway?� That�s the FBI we�re not cooperating with!�

�I know it.� One thing at the time.� Does anyone know where Craig went?�

For a moment no one answered.� At last Sandra muttered, her eyes downcast, �I was supposed to meet him up the beach at three o�clock.� I overslept.�

�My god, Sandra, you�re only 15!�

�He � he�s so sweet, Dad.�� Her face had darkened.

�Sweet!� Well, apparently you�ve got a lot of company.� But how in the hell did my little girl get involved?�

Rhoda said resolutely, �He is sweet, Jack.�

�Oh yeah?� Just how do you know?�

�Oh, I�d think you�d agree.� After all, you handled his sweetest part.�

�Wh-what?� Good god!�� Jack sagged back against a corner post.� He snapped his gaping mouth closed before asking reluctantly, �You mean � that was you?�

�And you � doing your best job in five years.�

�You let two men �� I can�t believe this!�

�Why not?� You were there.�

But Cheryl�s thoughts were fixed elsewhere.� �Sandra, if he was waiting for you, he must�ve seen the FBI.�

�Or heard them banging,� the girl agreed.

Cheryl leaned over the rail and stared at the adjacent dune.� �I wonder ��

Jack left off contemplating his wife�s smirk.� �Sandra dear, go get my binoculars, please.�

While they waited he said dryly, �My wife and daughter.� And Cheryl.� You too, Emily?�

The woman drew breath.� �I could pretend I don�t know what you mean, but I do.� Okay, I admit it: I sampled his big cock like the rest.�� She sniffed toward Rhoda.� �His sweetest part!�

�It is,� declared the eldest sister.

Jack sighed.� �He fucked every female in my house!�

Sandra was returning to the group as he spoke.� She said, �And Tom.�

�What?� demanded Emily.� The lad turned away.

�Craig sucked Tom up so he could do me after Aunt Cheryl wore him out.�

�Give me those binoculars,� Jack ordered brusquely.

They were powerful 10x50s with excellent light-gathering power.� He gazed through them along the tops of the nearby dunes and froze with a chuckle.� �Ah, yes!� He came back, spied the raiders and decided to wait a while.�

�You can see him?� demanded Cheryl.

�Well, either him or a blond FBI spotter.�

�Let me see!�

�It�s him, Cheryl.�� Jack�s confidence was absolute.

�How can we help him?�

�Help him?� Indeed that�s the trick.� Cheryl, go downstairs and get a couple of garbage bags.� Gather up his stuff and wrap it in the bags.� Make the combination as waterproof as you can.�

�He�s got a bag � like a soft suitcase.�

�A flight bag.� Put all his stuff in it and wrap it in the garbage bags.�

She went back inside.

Rhoda mused, �Waterproof?� Jack, he can�t just swim to France!�

�He might swim across the sound.� I don�t care how he gets away as long as he does.�

Emily said, �I don�t understand you, Jack.� You heard that cop.� If we don�t turn Craig in, won�t we be guilty of something or other?�

�Can you imagine what he�s going to tell them if we do turn him in?�

�Oh.� But at least ��

�I think it�s worth the risk.� He�s no dummy.� He might actually get away.� Sandra, you slip downstairs, start the dishwasher and wipe off the table and the doorknobs with a wet rag then a dry one.� Also the arms of the chair he was sitting in after supper.� Rhoda, go wipe down the sinks and shower doors in the bathrooms.� And Cheryl�s doorknob.� Good thing this place doesn�t use shower curtains.�

She asked, �What�s all that good for?�

�I hope it gets rid of his fingerprints.� So do a thorough job, both of you.�

A few minutes later the three women returned.� Jack took the large black parcel, closed by a knot in the outer bag, and sat it on the floor in the darkest spot.� He went to the far end of the balcony and peered at length into the night with his binoculars.� Returning to the others he looked again at the near dunes.

�Is he still there?� asked Cheryl.

�Yeah.�

�What about the FBI?�

�They�re still here.� And they have a spotter in the dunes on that side of the house, though not on this side.� If they�d thought to look over here Craig likely would already be under arrest.� Cheryl, take these binoculars and study the guy perched on the closest dune.�

She focused the instrument.� �He�s blond �� Raise your head, damn it!�

�You can�t see his face?�

�No, it�s like he�s resting his head on �� Ah, there!� Oh, yes, it�s Craig!�

�He�s looking at us right now?�

�Yes.�

Jack bent, took up the bulky package and threw it strongly out over the balcony rail.� It landed to the side of the cottage, just clear of the building�s moonlight shadow, and became a darker lump on the faint gray sand.

Cheryl crowed, �He saw that � almost stood up!� But dropped back.� He�s looking off towards the road.�

�He knows they�re there.� Good!� All right, everybody, let�s go slip into our swimsuits.� It�s almost four in the morning, a great time to take a dip!�

Rhoda sniffed.� �At least we won�t have to sweat a sunburn.�

When they returned to the cottage a half hour later, the package was gone.� So was the blond head from the near dune.

* * *

Knowledge of the listening devices suppressed most conversation in the cottage until two days later, when Rhoda answered a knock on the storm door.� She took one look through the glass and shouted for Jack.

Supervisor Clark pulled the door opened and walked inside, followed by another man in a suit.� Wide eyed, Rhoda in shorts and halter stepped back, leaning on the refrigerator.

�Good morning,� said Clark.� �It�s Ms. Camden, right?�

Jack�s bare feet thumped at the bottom of the stairs.� �What do you guys want now?�

�And a good morning to you too,� Clark responded.� �It seems we left some government property here, not that it�s any surprise to you.�� He walked to the table, felt under it and removed something.� Rhoda caught a glimpse of it on its way to his pocket.� It resembled a lump of chewing gum.

�Anyone asleep upstairs?� asked Clark.

�No,� Jack answered.

Clark tilted his head toward the stairs.� �Go get them.�

The second agent slipped around Jack.� His heavy shoes pounded up the staircase and across the upstairs floor.

�What�s happened?� asked Jack.

Clark grimaced.� �What do you think?�

�You caught Crai� ah, Dutton?�

��Cray.�� Is that the name he gave you?�

Jack ducked his head, walked around Clark and took a seat at the table.� Rhoda joined him.

Clark studied them.� �I�m sure you have a camera.�

�What of it?�

�Take any recent pictures?�

�Of Dutton?� Aha, you have not caught him!�

Clark cocked his head.� �Why should that please you, Camden?� Haven�t you grown up enough to get over that arrest for rioting?� That was 30 years ago.�

Jack sniffed.� �Get over it?� Who ever gets over being arrested?�

�Did you find us a bit high-handed the other night?�

�At 3:30 in the morning?� You know it.�

�Well, we got off on the wrong foot with you and I apologize for that.� For your information, at ten o�clock the same morning a woman picked up Dutton from a diner in that shopping center down the read.� This time we didn�t get the license tag.� We need a picture of him, Camden.�

�You said he was a schoolteacher?� Surely the school had a picture!�

�The headmistress is under indictment and non-cooperative.� Apparently she destroyed the school�s picture.�

Jack shook his head.� �How can anyone go through life nowadays without getting a picture in the records?� What about his driver�s license?�

�If he had one it wasn�t under the name Dutton.� What kind of camera do you have, Camden?�

�Digital.�

�May I see it?�

Jack sighed.� �Officer, I�ll admit we had a guest who fits Dutton�s description.� But he was here hardly 24 hours.� During that time we took no pictures, none at all, of any subject.�

�He arrived late Sunday?�

�And left sometime Monday night.� We aren�t certain when.�

�Did he take his flight bag?�

�He took everything he brought with him.� Is he really charged with twenty-some counts of statutory rape?�

�By the state of Virginia.� Did he speak of any plans to scare people?� Did he seem critical of the United States government?�

Jack shook his head.� �I was fishing all morning after he arrived and only spoke to him at lunch and supper.� In fact he said very little on any subject.�

�What about you, Ms. Camden?� What did you hear him say?�

�Nothing political.� He was a very likeable companion.�

Clark nodded and said dryly, �All the women agree with you there.�

The other agent thumped downstairs.� He nodded at Clark, who looked from Jack to Rhoda and said, �We thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Camden.� Your cooperation was late but apparently no harm was done.�� He and the agent departed via the storm door.

The man and woman sat silently until they heard doors slam and an automobile start up.

Rhoda asked, �Can we speak freely now?�

Jack spread his hands.� �They might�ve left one somewhere, but so what?� Speak!�

Her eyes narrowed.� �What do you want to talk about?�

�Huh!� The same subject you do, I expect.�

�Craig�s affect on our marriage?�

He drew a breath.� �And your take is?�

�You enjoyed sharing a woman.� You really enjoyed it!�

�Yeah.� And you really enjoyed being shared.�

�The question is if you�d known it was I, would you�ve still enjoyed it?�

�Of course not.� When I got there, he�d already been fucking you.� Probably I would�ve tried to fight him.�

She thought about that.� �So in our minds we both were unfaithful.� What do you want to do about it?�

He stared at her.� Suddenly he stood.� �Let�s go upstairs.�

�You mean ��

�Don�t argue.�� His hand on her elbow urged her to rise.� �Come on.�

Following her on the stairs, his hand slipped under her shorts.� �Ooo!� she murmured when a finger found the lump in her center.

They faced each other beside their bed.� His hands went to his shirt buttons.� Her halter went over her head.� He paused long enough for his hands to encircle the dangling breasts.� �Lovely flesh!�

�They sag.�

�And that doesn�t detract one iota from their femaleness!�

�Why, Jack!� Did you take notes from Craig?�

�I�ll admit to some inspiration.�� In a moment they were naked.� �Like this.�� He caught her under back and legs, lifted her off her feet, laid her gently on the bed and parted her legs.� His face sank between them.

�Oh, god, Jack, I love this!�

�So I noticed.�

When she screamed in her first climax, he crawled on top and took her vigorously.� His member seemed larger than ever before.� She soon lost awareness of all but the ecstasy that suffused her entire person.� When at last he rolled off her, she simply lay gasping for breath.� Her hand found his organ, beginning to soften but as wet as her cool vulva.� �Oh, Jack!�

Gasping more fiercely than she, he managed to demand half humorously, �Any complaints?�

�Oh, no, Jack!�

But a question welled up.� She bit her lip.� Though only Jack could answer, she could never ask.� Since she became a woman, men�s arms behind back and knees had lifted her off her feet exactly twice, the first time several minutes before Craig had saved her reputation with a blanket over her face.

Just where had Jack found his inspiration for it?

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