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Eleven? She had tits 14-year-olds would kill for. Penny was an early bloomer. Her legs were still a bit skinny and she had no hips, but her breasts were already forming nicely and proudly, and her little peach of an ass was something I could have cheerfully take a big bite out of – if there was any skin that wasn't taut as a rubber ball.

"Yeah, you'll do okay. Go swim."

"Sure!" She whirled, whooped and leaped.

Had she glanced at my crotch, quickest of snatched glimpses, just before turning? I wasn't sure, but I was glad I was wearing a jockstrap and swimsuit under my shorts – or else there'd have been no concealing the hard-on there.

I grabbed the remains of my now-warm and flat beer and drained it. This was going to be one helluva trying weekend – and Bonita and Irene hadn't even shown up yet!

Chapter Three

I left Penny watching Dolores's indefatigable swimming while I went to the house for another beer and to get dinner under way. I started the charcoal burning and laid out a couple of steaks and washed some potatoes. While I was preparing the salad, Mark and Kate came downstairs (a bit wobbly in the knees, if you ask me). Kate was glowing and Mark looked content…for the time being.

"You guys get everything put where it belongs?"

Kate laughed easily and Mark grinned beneath his blush. He was wearing an incredibly, wonderfully tacky Hawaiian shirt and oversized shorts. Kate was wearing her little white lurex two piece with a matching wrap around the bottom. When she walked, her hips rolled. Her nipples were round, dark blotches inside the white top, which was stretched to bursting by her tits. Between her and the two flirting kids, I was going to be spending a lot of time choking the chicken this weekend, unless something wonderful happened with Irene.

"Anything we can do help?" Kate asked as I chopped lettuce.

I stared at her. "After that business with the seat belt? You could injure some valuable real estate. But I'd feel more at ease if you'd go keep an eyes on those two marathon swimmers."

Kate smiled warmly and winked at Mark, than glided out the door. She took off the wrap as she walked and that gorgeous, womanly ass was demonstrating many wonderful advantages of sheer, white lurex.

"She's a lot of woman, cousin."

Mark nodded. "Maybe too much."

"Huh?"

"Listen, I should be pretty safe wrapping the potatoes in foil, right?"

I nodded. As he mangled the aluminum foil, I said, "What did you mean – `Maybe too much'?"

"Shit, Dan, I'm almost 45. She's 30, just entering her sexual prime. She's almost insatiable."

"Looks sated to me. Could almost hear her slosh." I went to work on the radishes.

"She just turns me on so much, I always kind of rise to the occasion. How's this?" He held up the first successfully captured potato. It was a pretty miserable job of wrapping.

"Terrific. Listen – As long as she's happy, what're you worrying about?"

"Can I be blunt?"

"Hell, you can be the Easter Bunny. Shoot."

"Sometimes I think that no matter how much she cums, she's a little disappointed when I stop."

"Are you bullshitting me?"

He shook his head somberly while he struggled to wrap another elusive potato.

"Mark, you two were in the bedroom for 45 minutes. For two-thirds of that time, she was screaming. The look on her face and the way she was walking just now…That is one satisfied woman."

"I wonder… "

"Have you asked her about this?"

"Sure. She says I'm all the man she could ever wish for, that it's beautiful and ecstatic…the standard line."

I stabbed a green pepper. "Standard line? Are you nuts? Are you trying to imply that Kate -*Kate* – would hide something?"

"Well, yes – so she wouldn't hurt my feelings. I think she wants more than I can give her."

"Evidence?"

"Evi-? Oh." He deposited another pathetically wrapped potato and began assaulting a third. "Well, I was watching a porno tape. She usually doesn't bother with them – says they're not romantic – but she was walking through, during this one scene where a guy with a huge cock was giving a woman the business. Guy's dick must have been a foot long and thick as a sausage. Well, she stopped walking and that, she watched. Never took her eyes off the screen. And it turned her on so much, I thought I was going to need a mop."

I laughed. "Hey, man, I've seen you in the shower. You've got nothing to worry about."

"Dan, this guy had more soft than I have hard. Huge – the way her nipples got when she was watching him."

"Lot's of women fantasize about fucking a horse-cock, but most of them don't care for it unless it's attached to someone they really like."

"So I've read. So I've been told."

I went to work on a pair of perfect red peppers. "Why don't you believe it?"

He took a deep breath. "Well, after that film I thought maybe she was wishing for more. So I went out and bought something. A marital aid."

"A what?"

"You know…"

"A dildo?"

"Yeah." A kind of cough, under his breath.

"A great big one."

"Yeah."

"As big as the guy in the movie."

Another cough. I went to work on the carrots.

"And?"

"And, well, uh, one night when I ran out of gas, I got it out and lubed it up and started using it on her." He stopped wrapping and stared at me. "Mark, she came for almost another hour."

"Nonstop?"

He nodded. "My arms gave out before she did. She took that fucking thing inside to the hilt. I could see her tummy bulge when it was in. I did it hard, I did it easy, fast, slow, straight, circles. Didn't matter. By the time she was done, I was hard again. I rode her for another 15 minutes and she kept cumming. Used the dildo again for about a half-hour. She finally passed out with the dildo inside her. She was still cumming."

I emitted a low whistle.

"She came for more than two hours without a pause and was still cumming when she passed out," he repeated. "I think I've got a situation, here."

"All in your head, Mark." Carrots done, I went to work on a cucumber, peeling the skin.

"I think she wants more than just me."

"Even though she said the opposite."

"And I think she's going to go trolling."

"Now, Mark – "

"And I think she'd like you."

"What?"

"And I want you to go ahead – "

I spun on him, cucumber poised for attack. "Forget it! Out of the question!"

"Dan, she's going to go after somebody, sooner or later. She likes you – and I trust you. I know you'd never try to take her away from me, so I'd be grateful if you helped me keep her happy."

"Sort of keep it in the family, huh?"

"Yeah."

"No fucking way. End of discussion."

"But – "

"Mark, don't piss me off. I envy you Kate in your bed, I lust after her, but I am not – repeat, not – going to fuck your wife."

"What if she asked?"

"Same response."

His shoulders slumped and I returned to the cucumber. I realized that he'd actually convinced himself that he wanted this – to have me fuck his horny wife.

A few more silent minutes of devastating the potatoes and preparing the salad, and I said, "Better go get those water babies in here to change. We'll be ready to eat in a half hour."

"Sure." Dejected. He went out and summoned them. The two girls scampered in, with Kate languidly bringing up the rear (so to speak).

"Mosquitoes out there," she announced.

"No kidding." I handed her the salad bowl. "In the fridge, please?"

She smiled brightly and bent at the waist before the opened refrigerator. Her ass was a caution, outthrust like that.

Broing! Boner time.

"There're some bug whackers out there. Would you guys turn'em on for me? Just turn the switch till the nasty blue glow starts and watch the fun. And toss those taters down into the coals, please."

"I'll do it," Mark said. To Kate: "You're still damp."

From what he'd told me, she was always damp. He went out into the yard and began making the rounds in twilight.