"What seems to be troubling Mrs. Fraden now?" Barcone asked.
"Her daughter doesn't like the idea of owning the land being rented out to a lot of stores," Burke replied. "You know Shari Fraden. She's spoiled rotten…"
"Yeah, well suppose you leave it all to me. I'll go talk to the mother again."
"Myrna's vacationing in the Bahamas. She left Shari home by herself. Shari called me and told me she was going to write her mother and let her know she wanted nothing to do with the shopping center."
"Where's the brat now?"
"She's probably at the Fraden home, balling it up with her pot-puffing friends."
"You just leave her to me. If you don't hear from me again, forget the whole thing happened. It'll mean Shari has changed her mind. Okay?"
"Gotcha. I wish you luck."
Hanging up, Joe Barcone hurriedly dressed in a sport shirt and slacks. Turning to the naked Francie, he said, "Make that supper. I'll be home later."
"Okay," Francie smiled, blowing him a kiss as he left.
Joe's new Duster was waiting outside where he'd parked it the previous night. He got in, started the engine, then drove the fifteen miles to the large Fraden estate. Even as he drove up he could hear the stereo hinting and kids yelling and splashing around in the pool at the rear.
He didn't bother ringing the doorbell. Once he was out of the car, he hurried around the the rear of the mansion, and there, jumping in and out of the immense pool, were a dozen kids, all totally naked. There were six boys and six girls. One pair was actually fucking in the shallow end of the pool.
He spotted Shari, lying in a beach chair under a large umbrella at the far corner of the pool, sipping a drink. Her nude form was tanned all over, and though her flesh was firm with the resiliency of youth, Barcone knew the girl would shortly get fat from inactivity. She had reddish-blonde hair, and like her mother's it was natural. Myrna Fraden, though far from a solid youngster, had managed to keep most of her body in fairly decent shape by going to one of the fancy health salons, and Joe had been surprised to see she was a natural strawberry blonde that first time he'd fucked her. And now he saw the daughter was equally natural.
Shari had nice, round tits. All too soon they would become overlarge, sloppy and hanging, but right now they were nice. Her waist was already the littlest bit fleshy, but her cuntlips, easily seen between her wide-open thighs, pouted gorgeously, all puffed and healthy in appearance. She had on a pair of sunglasses, and was continually scowling at the boy with her. It was clear what he wanted, the way his six-inch hard-on kept banging against his thighs. But Shari looked bored and kept waving him away, telling him to go work on some other girl.
"Hey," Barcone said, approaching her. "I wanna talk with you."
She looked up at him, shrugged, and said, "Mothers famous stud. What d'you want?"
"You know what I want. What's this crap about you writing to your mother, telling her to stop the shopping center?"
"Well, well. The stud is finally concerned about something little Shari's doing. How come?"
"What's with you, kid? Since when does what I think or do mean anything to you."
"You high and mighty prick. Who the hell d'you think you are, coming in here, fucking the ass of the old lady, then turning your nose up at me?"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I'm a keyhole peeper, and I saw you dicking my mother. And when I saw the size of that cunt-sticker, I decided I wanted some of it, too. But every time you saw me, either as you were coming or as you were going, all you did was nod and smile, treating me like some little in-the-way brat. I don't like being snubbed, especially by smartasses like you, who think they can get whatever they want with their long pussypunchers."
"Why don't you stop acting like a smartass brat, and you and I can talk this over like mature people."
"I don't trust you," she told him, frowning.
"What's not to trust. You think I'm gonna strangle you or something?" Not that it was a bad idea, Joe thought.
She looked at him, a little bleary-eyed, and he realized she was well on her way to being crocked.
"I wanna be fucked by that fat dong of yours," she told him. "I wanna be fucked for as long as I say, without you copping out because you might suddenly get tired. I want that big cock inside me."
"I do that and your old lady'll not only cancel the shopping center legally, but toss me in the slammer."
"My old lady'll never know. The maid is out and won't be back for another three hours. My friends here are the only ones who even know you're here."
"Well hell, I'm not gonna start performing in front of them."
"The shy type, huh?"
"No, the careful type."
"Well then," she told him, getting to her feet, "suppose we retire to my bedroom, huh," she told the horny kid standing nearby, "take my drink. If your cock is still hot to be dipped in something, stick it in there. It'll cool off fast."
She walked into the house with Barcone following. He looked at the way her asscheeks seemed to wink as she walked, as if inviting him to part them and shove his cock right through them.
They walked upstairs and went directly to her bedroom, an all-pink room even to the carpeting. She closed the door and locked it, then sat on the bed, motioning for him to undress. He wasted no time in complying.
The sight of his immense cock would have caught her completely off guard had she not seen it before. As it was, she stared at the hard, wavering prick, admiring the way it stood out solidly, with a slight bend to it. His testicles dangled heavily beneath, looking like a pair of wrecking balls attached to the rear of a crane.
"There it is, kid," he told her, once again enjoying the sight of her girlish body. She was pretty young.
"That's some hunka meat," she told him, admiring it.
She reached out and began canning his cock lightly. She was pleased by the instant appearance of a tiny drop of lubricant as it came seeping out of his bulging cockhead.
"Oh man!" she said shuddering with joy. "It's mine right now, all mine. Ma, eat your cunt out for all I care. Right now the great dingus belongs to me!" She let her tongue wash gently over the puffy glans, licking the cock cream as it came out and swallowing it.
Hell, Barcone thought, this chick knew more about it all than her old lady. Aloud he said, "You do this the way I want and we'll both get a king-sized bang. Okay?"
She stared at him suspiciously for a moment, then finally nodded her consent. He had her stand up and bend forward ovr the bed. He slipped up behind her, letting his heavy cock slide slowly between her asscheeks, moving down through the crack, slithering through the slit in her cunt until his knob was pressing against her already-swollen clit. She was panting, and he knew he'd have this kid rattling off climaxes in a hurry. The softness of her pussylips as they caressed the upper part of his cock felt good to him. Too bad she would let herself go to seed. She had such nice, petal-smooth cuntlips.
Reaching around to the front of her, he slid his hand down until he could feel the pouch of her swollen pussylips resting in his palm. When she felt him do that, she gasped, so with one finger he pushed his cock to the side and made room for his digit to push its way tightly into her leaking cunt.