Jane looked at his face, merriment beginning to creep across her expression.
Rick said, thoughtfully, "I think it's the left one that's lower. Wait a minute, maybe it's the right. Oh hell, anyway, sometimes that happens. So what?"
She grinned at him with fine full lips. She laughed. "Let's see."
"What?"
"Come on," she laughed again. "Let's see if one is lower than the other. Come on."
Rick laughed too. "Okay. But don't tell me I didn't warn you."
He stood up quickly. Pulling open the top button, he zipped down his cut-offs as fast as he could and still use 'caution not to catch his pubic hair or the skin of his cock in the zipper. He dropped his pants and stepped out of them to stand over Jane.
Her eyes feasted on his cock again. It hadn't begun to harden yet, but it was still long. He was only inches from her face this time and her lips parted a little as she stared at his thick mushroom-shaped glans, the sinewy shaft that reached up into the thick curly black hair between his legs.
"Go on," he said, "find out for yourself."
She passed her right hand from her lap up between his knees, between his spread thighs. Cupping her fingers, she brushed the root base of his cock behind his balls, then her palm held both his testicles, balanced them. Her fingers circled around them. She squeezed slightly. The tender inside of her thin wrist brushed the underside of his penis and his cock gave a sudden jerk, throbbed from her touch, began a slow rise.
Her fingers passed along his scrotum, tested the oval shape of his balls, and as hell, palm cupped them she felt them draw closer to his crotch protectively.
"You're right," she said. "The left one is a little lower. Just a little."
"Well, your left tit is just a little bigger than your right one. Just a little."
"It is, isn't it."
"Listen," he said, "you didn't hear what I said. I said, your left tit is bigger than your right. Did you hear that?"
"Yeah, I heard that. I know it is."
He kneeled in front of her. In the excitement of his discovery, he forgot his prick that now was almost at full stand, reaching up toward Jane's, belly. She kept her hand around his balls. She thought they were the finest balls she had ever touched.
"It's the way you say it," he laughed. "You say, My right tit is smaller than the left. Instead of saying that, why don't you say My left tit is bigger than the right."
"Are we going td discuss my tits all day?" She was laughing, but she touched his cock with her other hand.
"I know it's just semantics, but it's a different way of expressing the same thing."
She tried to figure out what he meant. Her left tit was bigger than her right? She suddenly looked at his eyes. He was right. It did sound better. In fact, it didn't sound bad at all. She tried it out for sound. "My left breast is bigger than my right one."
He grinned as if he had discovered an ancient secret. "That's right."
"No," she said, her lips pouting, "it's my left one."
Laughing uproariously, they collapsed in each other's arms on the folded canvas. As they rolled together, Rick's cock lay along her bare stomach, her tits pressed against his naked chest. She locked her arms around his ass, squeezed him to her.
Through clenched teeth, she said, "Those old ladies are going to love you. They're just going to love you."
Rick stroked her back, his fingers reaching down against her ass still encased in her small white shorts.
She kissed him, slid her tongue into his mouth, then took her face away. "You sure you're coming to that party I told you about?"
"You couldn't keep me away, if you were there." He tried to catch her mouth again with his own.
She rolled away. Lifting her ass off the canvas by pushing her legs against the deck, she unbuttoned her shorts, caught her panties with her thumbs, and pushed everything down at the same time.
Rick saw her bush leap into view, her ass in profile under it, then Jane lay on her back to pull her pants off her ankles. She rolled back to him as naked as he was and wrapped her body around his, pressed her firm stomach against his hard cock. With her hairy Venus mound, she rubbed his balls.
Chapter 3
The knocker felt as heavy as solid gold. Rick liked the heft of it in his hand so he raised it and let it fall again. Knock.
The door was opened by a flat-nosed, heavy-set black lady, possibly forty," possibly sixty. She wore a dark blue uniform with white lace around the wrists and throat. She scowled at Rick, asked incongruously, "Yes, sir?" Rick was unsure of what to say. An image of himself blurting out, "I'm here to screw the Madam" crossed his mind, but he chased it away with a wry smile. "I'm Rick Temple. I believe Mrs. Witherdine is expecting' me."
The scowl on the black woman's face changed to disdain. She said rather abruptly, "Use the back door please. I'll let you in." She closed the heavy oak door in Rick's face.
I'll be damned, he thought. Well, if that's the way they want it, what the hell do I care. He walked down the front steps and followed a brick path around the corner of the house, past the lilacs and blooming holly-hocks. He imagined generations of deliverymen, paper boys, and cocksmen using that path year after year. "The back door, please." He didn't think that would last very long, not with him.
Rick thought he was ready for the old lady. He,had stopped by Elizabeth Cruise's house on the way over. She had walked partway along the beach with him.
"If I had the nerve," Elizabeth had said, "I'd keep you to myself all summer."
"You could if you wanted to," Rick had said. He had wanted her nerve to fail. He 'wanted her to do exactly as she was doing, send him to someone higher on the social ladder, onward and upward.
"It's better this way," she said. "I know I can't see you enough this summer to keep you happy. It would be very dangerous for me if I tried. And I wouldn't want you running around to these local floozies and coming back to me. It's better to send you on your way, like a good little boy, and remember you kindly."
"Will you?"
"You know I will."
To prove it she took his hand and drew him into the protective shelter of the thick undergrowth that provided ballast for the shifting beaches along that part of the coast. She knelt in front of him, unzipped the fly of his slacks, and reached in for his penis.
She sucked on the tip until it was hard, rose thick in her mouth. She pumped her thumb and forefinger back and forth along the shaft. Rick thought she wanted him to come in her mouth and he was afraid he might not be able to get it up for Mrs. Witherdine if he did, so he held back as much as he could. His prick grew larger, thicker, and Elizabeth's head pumped up and down, her breath coming in suctions. She was careful not to soil his slacks with her saliva.
Rick was afraid he would come. He wanted to pull back, but he also wanted to shoot off in "Elizabeth's mouth.
He remembered how after they had fucked in front of the fire, after Elizabeth had sucked him awhile, they had gone into her bedroom and fucked until they were both exhausted. Then, to revive themselves, they both took showers, and after Elizabeth soaped Rick's body from top to bottom and rinsed him off she sat down on the edge of the tub and with the shower water flooding ', her face had slipped his prick into her mouth and got him hard again. She had made him finish, that time. She sucked him until her throat accepted nearly all of his long cock. She kept squeezing his balls, kneading them like soft dough, and when he began moving his ass to the rhythm of her sucking she released his balls and ran both hands between `his legs, slid her wet palms up the cheeks of his ass, and she held him like that, her fingers against the small of his back, her forearms spreading his ass, her upper arms spreading his thighs, his balls hanging between them, his cock sucked into her mouth, her lips grasping it, her breath gasping, her cheeks sucking at his shaft. He had had to hold the curtain rod for support when he came. His orgasm reached from his knees. His come burst against her throat that time like spurts from a water pistol. She had swallowed it all.