Their hot and sweat-drenched bodies locked in a tight and savage embrace, their prick and pussy juices mingling, they chanted and panted until they stopped coming.
Melanie's suddenly-relaxed legs slipped and fell from Ellery's sweat-slick shoulders as he unex-
pectedly took his thoroughly drained cock out of her tingling asshole and sat back on his heels to watch his jizz run out of her. Hard-nippled breasts danced as she sucked greedily at the no longer whirling world around her, filling her lungs with fresh air. Then a loud sigh seeped out of her mouth as she looked up at him and said dreamily, "Now I know how my mother felt when you stirred her shit with that big fuck stick of yours, old stud."
Ellery slid his open hand across her quivering stomach and then brought it up until her tit was nuzzling against his warm and slightly damp palm. "Good or bad, little one?"
"Good."
"Just good?"
"Better than good and you know it, you donkey-dicked darling. Like real far out. Like real fantastic." She stopped talking for a few seconds. Then her onyx eyes brightened with curiosity as she looked at him through the screen of her long eyelashes and said. "My kinky old man must have creamed his big fat cock all over his funky feet while he took those damn pictures of you and Pola and the others doing all those wild and wooly things you did to please him."
"You're wrong as hell about that, little one," Ellery said solemnly as he crawled out from between her yawning legs and stretched out on his back beside her, breaking all body contact.
"As a matter of fact, you're wrong about every fucking thing where your father is concerned."
"Bullshit."
"No bullshit," Ellery said quietly. "True, it didn't take very much for your father to get his rocks off where Pola was concerned, but not when she was being trapped on film. What he did, what we all did, came under the heading of desperation, not pleasure."
More of his cum leaked out of her asshole as she sat up and looked down at him. She grimaced and shook her head at the same time. "I think you just lost me with that desperation, not pleasure bit, big dude, but keep talking."
"Not with a dry throat," Ellen said wearily, then pointed toward a waiter passing by at the far side of the swimming pool, his hands burdened with a tray of hors d'oeuveres and booze. "Go snag us a pair of those glasses and then we'll rap about your old man."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Melanie dipped her head to plant a butterfly kiss on the velvety dome of his flaccid cock, then scrambled to her feet and said, "Don't go away, you bastard."
Ellen made a face. "Weak as I am from all the good things you did to my prick, you've got to be kidding."
Slender hips wriggled and tits jiggled as Melanie
hurried over to the waiter, then hurried back. She was hot to discuss her father. Ellery Dane wasn't. He was sprawled out on the patio, fast asleep. She tried to shake and wake- him, but nothing happened. She grabbed him by the cock and started jerking on it, fast and furious, but he kept snoring. She took his prick into her mouth, then sucked and jerked at the same time. Cock and man remained dead to the world.
She spit his prick out of her mouth, then gave it a vicious twist and tug as she hissed, "Wake up, you sonofabitch!"
Ellery didn't.
"Shit, shit, shit," she said disgustedly as she turned his limber dick loose, then downed both drinks before she started to go back inside the house to join the noisy party. A few steps later she winced and stopped suddenly as the Egyptian scarab locket that had belonged to her mother became trapped in the deep valley between her bouncing breasts, hurting the hell out of her. "What the fuck-"
Quickly she yanked the biting beetle from between her tits and discovered the reason why it was hurting her. The locket was open. Curiosity gave way to sudden shock as she held the trinket toward the pool lights and saw her own two- or three-year-old face smiling up at the man who had her cradled in his arms-Adam Hawk.
"My father, my lover," Melanie said sibilantly
as she closed the locket and moved toward the inside of the house to find him, her emotions suddenly all fucked up. "Oh, Adam, Adam, why did the fucking enemy have to turn out to be you?"
The question she hurled into the star and moon-filled night went unanswered.