Tears filled Mary Ellen's eyes and she seemed to shrink to even less than her five-foot height under Trudy's tenderness. Cooing softly, she allowed Trudy to take her in her arms, hold her closely and then kiss her on the mouth. The kiss was held for some time before it broke and my wife and I exchanged new glances of alarm.
Their lips parted and they smiled into one another's face. Their mouths opened before they touched them together again. Now Trudy was clinging to the heavier frame of Mary Ellen, forcing those ponderous breasts against her own until the white hills of flesh were flattened.
I could hear their breathing begin to whistle through their nostrils and I turned to the boys. They were grinning at the show all over again, winking at me.
“Don't worry, Mr. Brady,” Buddy exclaimed. “They do this a lot. It doesn't mean a thing.”
I glanced at Amy and then down at Alexander, who was taking in the entire bizarre drama, from first act to last.
Under his belly the long red pencil had slid back into view.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
I don't know whether it was my concentration or the fact that Amy stepped forward, touching each young girl on the shoulder, but they finally broke it up, parting more than good friends, and the party began to return to normal. At least as normal as a party like that one could be.
We ate and drank, smacking our lips over the food as the young people wolfed it down by the pound, and enjoying the liquor. Gin and tonics were popular in the warm afternoon and we killed one bottle, then two, and were well into the third bottle of gin and loving it.
At last Trudy turned to Amy and me, waving her hand for the benefit of the others. “Don't you think it's time the host and hostess got down to the basics?” She looked at her own naked body. “After all, why should they go formal while we're in our birthday suits?”
Amy and I, meeting earlier inside the house, had decided that we could go ahead and cooperate with them. Our earlier plan would hold up all right. That is, we would make ourselves as desirable as possible and in that way hook these kids on us, so that they wouldn't want to be cut off from our pleasures. It was better, we decided, than letting them fight among each other right here.
In other words, we would kill them with kindness and sex, so they'd think very hard before attempting to blackmail us by reporting our parties to the law.
Therefore, when Trudy made her suggestion, I got up at once, extending my hand to Amy. She joined me and, side by side, we prepared to strip away our bathing suits.
“Hey, wait.” This time it was Mary Ellen. “We'll do you. That's part of the game.”
We waited and the girls came to me first. They seemed to dominate the boys in every way, making the decisions, acting first, serving as spokesmen. The boys didn't mind a bit, saving all their strength, apparently, for their sexual adventures. They certainly had the equipment for it and for the past hour their penises had been at least half-hardened at all times. They were carrying guns that were cocked, ready to fire at any targets that presented themselves.
Trudy stood at my left and Mary Ellen at my right, like bookends. Trudy rolled back my waistband and loosened the drawstring that held my trunks snugly about my hips. Then they pulled in unison, each at a hip, and my trunks began their slide toward the bottom of the thermometer.
They went over my hips, across my lower stomach and my crop of pubic hair was showing up like a brush forest. Their lips were shining and I could have sworn Mary Ellen was drooling as my suit passed my loins and cleared my once private areas.
My cock shot into view, freed at last, the head whipping out to an erect position as the staff stood horizontally to my body. It had been hard for a long time, aching and perhaps giving itself a bit of a sprain in its cramped position inside my jock. Now new life coursed through it as the surging blood was free to flow its entire length.
“Not bad,” Buddy said, coming forward. “Come on, Johnny, I'll let you help with Mrs. Brady. She's a groovy one.”
“I can see that,” the gangling youth agreed. My wife shot a look at me, moistening her lips, her fingers rolling and unrolling into fists. I tried to smile, to encourage her, telling her it wouldn't last much longer and we'd be free. After this was over we'd lay down the law and go our own way, with people our own age. Mate swapping with the Champions sounded like a completely sane course of action after these bizarre experiences.
The boys untied Amy's bra at the center of her back, lifting it away. Her breasts hung proudly, high and hard, not as large as Mary Ellen's, of course, but every bit as pointed and youthful as Trudy's. They stood back to admire them, clucking to themselves.
“Not bad, considering her age,” Buddy remarked to his pal. “Not bad at all.”
Johnny nodded. “Golly, she's ten years older than Mary Ellen and they're still right up there like headlights.”
Amy made a face. “Thank you, gentlemen, it's good to know I have a little life left in this old body.”
They laughed and stepped back in, working at her hips to untie the red straps that held the bottom of my wife's bikini in place. They made short work of it, pulling it away so that the front and back barely clung to her loins. Then they peeled it from her crotch, holding it up like a scalp trophy.
Amy surprised everybody by blushing and trying to cover herself, which made me feel better. Holding her hands over her crotch, she finally bowed to their entreaties and removed her hands, straightened her legs and planted her feet several inches apart. Her hands went to her hips and she took a deep breath, lifting her chin.
Amy Brady looked wonderful at that moment, like a proud goddess, an untouchable vestal virgin. Her body was magnificent, tanned, except for the white bands at breasts and loins, her breasts high and tipped with pink, her belly flat, her hips flaring in mature fashion, her vagina only partly hidden by the coat of shining brown fur. Her legs were long, straight and tanned to a golden brown.
If my wife were over the hill at twenty-five, as these kids had believed, then it was a damned good-looking hill that I'd just as soon go over myself.
“Hail the queen,” somebody quipped and the others laughed, self-conscious about the lengths to which their admiration had gone.
“Well,” Trudy chirped, rubbing her hands together, “what's on the agenda now?”
Mary Ellen stood before me, her eyes hungry, her lips working. “As far as I'm concerned, he is.” She was looking me right in the eye.
“I appear to be available,” I sighed, letting her take my hand. God, these girls were aggressive.
She led me around the pool, and when Alexander tried to follow, she paused to shake her finger at him. The German shepherd responded as though he'd been carefully trained, tucking his tail between his legs and returning to the others, who were for the moment content to have another drink and another bite of food.
Behind the diving board there was a small enclosed area, partially hidden from the remainder of the yard by a collection of broad-leafed plants so that it could serve as a place to change one's clothing in reasonable privacy. Set into the concrete was a short wooden bench and here Mary Ellen paused, pushing me down on it. She stood over me, looming like an Amazon out of the past, her breasts paraded across her chest like battlefield honors. She was a striking, strong, beautiful and incredibly young woman, yet mature enough to know what she wanted and to know how to get it.
After posing for a moment, she sat at my side and we looked through the foliage. The yard was pretty well shielded from our view, although we could see movement here and there as the others went about their merry-making.
Mary Ellen half turned her body toward me. “All right, I'm ready.” I merely sat and stared, saying nothing.