Brad stirred briefly. He opened his eyes just wide enough to see that it was daylight. Realizing that he'd slept through most of the morning, he closed his eyes again. He licked his lips, squirmed under the sheet, and got ready to go back to sleep. His eyes popped open again as he became aware of the urgent pounding at the front door.
He sat up in bed and shoved the hair out of his eyes. The sound at the door must have been the thing that had awakened him. He saw that Penny wasn't in bed with him, and he didn't know where she might be. The rapping on the front door continued. He got up, slipped into his robe, and then padded barefoot through the house.
Glancing out through one side of the front room drapes Brad saw the patrol car parked next to his car. Immediately he felt the knot in the pit of his stomach. He knew that, somehow, the patrol car had some connection with Penny being with him the night before.
Brad opened the front door, and then squinted into the bright sunlight. "Yes sir?"
The man was in uniform. He showed Brad some identification. Brad nodded vaguely, still not certain whether the man was a deputy sheriff or a state trooper. It didn't matter. Brad's car had attracted the officer's attention; and the officer had stopped to check out Brad, and to find out what he was doing there.
"Just a minute."
Brad went back into the house. He brought out the letter which the Warren's had provided him, confirming that they'd given him permission to spend his vacation in their home.
"Okay," the officer finally said and returned the letter to Brad. "We like to keep an eye on things. You understand."
"Sure."
"When did you arrive?"
"Yesterday-Saturday. About noon."
The officer shoved back his shoulders. His star glinted in the sunlight and the gun belt creaked softly. "You didn't happen to see anyone around here-since you arrived?"
Brad shook his head. "I didn't really expect to see anyone. This place is really isolated."
"Yep, it sure is. There's a school not far from here. One of the students turned up missing last night. They called in the report this morning." The officer started to leave. "We figure she just went home during the vacation-without telling anyone about it. But if you see a young blonde girl wandering around, give us a call."
"Sure." Brad nodded. He didn't close the front door until the patrol car had disappeared from view.
Then he closed the door, locked it, and strode through the house, searching for Penny. He couldn't find her, not even in the basement. He came upstairs and went into the kitchen to fix some coffee.
There he found a penciled note, stuck under the scotch bottle on the sideboard. "Be back soon. P."
He shredded the piece of paper into tiny bits and dropped it into the commode. He took a leak and then flushed everything down the drain.
While he filled the percolator with water and spooned in the coffee he thought about Penny. Now he knew that she'd sneaked away from the school. Last night she'd denied it; but the officer's visit had proved that she'd lied.
Brad showered, and when he'd finished the coffee was done. He poured himself a steaming cup, sat down at the breakfast bar and sipped it black. Its color reminded him of the nightie which Penny had slipped into just before dinner the night before. Idly his hand went to his crotch. Gently he rubbed his cock, expecting it to be sore and sensitive. Instead he found that it was partially erected, as though it thrived on the fucking it had savored the day before. Brad's eyes brightened as he remembered balling Penny on the couch while she wore the sheer, black nightie.
Afterwards they'd shared the pot of stew and then gone to bed. She'd curled her hot, naked body into his arms, and she'd fallen asleep almost immediately. He must have dropped off shortly thereafter. Sometime during the night he'd awakened.
Penny was curled up on her side, with her back turned towards him. The rounded ass cheeks were pressed against his belly; his thickened cock was snuggled into the juncture at the back of her thighs. Gently he put an arm around her and placed his hand over her delicious heated breast. Her hand closed over his, firming his palm against the nipple. She squirmed sleepily, and Brad grinned, thinking that when he awakened in the morning he'd screw her like this, from the back.
And now as Brad got up and poured himself another cup of coffee he didn't know when Penny had departed, where she'd gone, or why. But he knew that she would return. Because she'd promised, in the note she'd left behind.
He shaved, then ate a leisurely breakfast of three eggs, steak, and toast. By the time he'd washed up all the soiled dishes it was mid-afternoon. Penny still hadn't returned and he began to wonder what had happened to her. After roaming aimlessly through the quiet and empty house for a while, he went outside, deciding to take a walk.
It was about an hour later when Brad returned to the house, convinced now that he could forget about Penny. She wouldn't come back. He sighed dejectedly, stepped inside and closed the door. His boredom already was almost unbearable.
And then he stiffened and stood motionless, listening to the sound of music that filtered through the house. He tipped his head to one side and listened intently. He finally realized that the music originated in the basement. Quickly he went to the basement door and started down the stairway.
He felt the quickening of his pulse as he caught sight of Penny. She was in the main room of the basement, seated on one of the overstuffed chairs. Her bare, golden legs were tucked under her. The thin yellow dress had been replaced with a short, dark skirt and a white sweater with a low neckline. Outlined under the tight-fitting cloth were her braless tits with the aroused nipples.
Penny called out cheerfully, "Hi, Brad!"
"Hi, there." He descended another step; and then he saw the bathroom door opening. A black, teenaged girl walked towards the chair occupied by Penny.
"Meet my friend, Alta," Penny announced. "Alta, this is Brad."
"Hello, Brad."
Alta's voice was low and throaty, and Brad felt the hair prickle at the nape of his neck. Alta was also wearing a short skirt and a tight sweater, but Alta's sweater was a vivid orange color, contrasting sharply with the chocolate hue of her skin. She appeared to be an inch or two taller than Penny. A pair of hard, jutting breasts pushed out the front of her sweater, as though boasting that they were larger than Penny's.
"How about a drink, Brad?" Penny hopped out of the chair and went to the side table.
A quick glance told Brad that they'd already helped themselves to his scotch. Two partially filled glasses sat on the floor near the two overstuffed chairs, and they'd brought down ice and soda water.
"Sure, Penny," Brad agreed.
Brad came down and joined the two girls, becoming aware of the urgent throbbing in his crotch. Within the last few minutes he'd gotten a hard on, and his erection was now powering against his shorts. He found himself glancing again and again at Alta. She was really a wild looking chick. Even though she was a short distance from him, her sensuality crackled through the air.
While Penny fixed the drink she said, "When I got back to Greenwood today, just to check in and get some other clothes, I ran into Alta. Can you imagine what a surprise it was to see her? Alta was planning to go home for the vacation, but at the last second she changed her mind. Now, I couldn't let her mope around that school by herself, could I?"
Penny's eyes sparkled as she turned around and handed the drink to Brad. "You don't mind that I invited her over, do you?"
"Of course I don't mind."
He sipped his drink. He'd felt a little resentment when he'd first caught sight of Alta, because he'd been looking forward to Penny's return and imagining the things they'd do together when she arrived. The fact that there were two girls here might complicate things with Penny; but now that he'd been able to analyze the development he was delighted that Alta was here.
"Let me fix you a refill, Alta," Penny said.
"All right, but don't make it too strong." Alta leaned forward and set her glass onto the table.
Brad caught and held his breath as he stared at Alta. Leaning forward, the front of her sweater had dipped downward. Clearly visible inside her sweater were her breasts. Naked and lusciously suspended, they were like two huge caramel apples, waiting to be squeezed and plucked.
Hot roared through Brad's crotch. His swollen cock began to throb and his skin became flushed. Alta had straightened up again. The shoulder-length tawny hair swirled around her shoulders. With her eyes closed her sexy body swayed in tempo with the music coming from the radio.
"Here's to us," Penny toasted with her raised glass.
The three glasses clinked as they came together.
Penny put down her glass and picked up the empty ice tray. "I'll get some more ice. Be right back."
The moment Penny had departed Alta asked, "Do you like to dance."
"Yeah, I do." He set down his glass, next to hers.
He expected her to want to frug or swim, but she brought up her arms and swayed towards him. "I don't go for that far off jazz," she murmured. "I like to feel the man I'm dancing with."
Her soft, hot hand settled into his, and he slipped his arm around the heated, supple waist. She seemed to float through the air. She willowed her heated body against the front of him and nuzzled the side of her head against his jaw.
They danced close together, letting their hips and pelvises move more than their feet. Alta pressured her hips against Brad, and he knew that she felt the hard and mounded bulge of his cock. Sensually her grinding pelvis rubbed the heated mound of her pussy against his aching crotch. Her quick breath seared the side of his neck, and her hard, jutting tits mauled his naked chest.
Brad's arm had tightened around her, holding her tightly at the waist. Slowly he let his hand move downward until he felt her ass cheeks, rolling fluidly under the tight skirt.
Softly she said, "You're dancing with a girl that has been involved with square roots, logarithms, and differential equations too long-much too long."
"You're on vacation now, Alta." His hand began a rotating motion, rolling over the heated buttocks. Every now and then his hand stopped and his fingers clenched to grab a handful of ass.
On her way out of the basement Penny had turned off the light that illuminated the stairway. Now as she started down the steps with the fresh tray of ice cubes she caught sight of Brad and Alta, dancing close together in the dim light. When Penny saw the passion flickering through Alta's dark lashes and Brad's hand sensually massaging Alta's fanny, Penny felt the strange and delicious sensations surging through her body.
Quietly Penny set the ice tray onto the top step. Then she sat down on the third step from the top. The blood pulsed hotly through her veins as she watched them, unobserved. Every now and then Penny brought the glass to her lips and took a sip.
Penny remembered sneaking back into the school that morning. Only a small percentage of the girls were still there because most of them had gone home for the week's vacation. Penny had sneaked noiselessly through the dormitory until she'd found the sleeping Alta. Penny had awakened Alta and told her friend about the night she'd spent with Brad in the nearby house.
Whispering, Alta had replied, "Hearing about it makes me about the horniest cunt in this state! It's a shame your friend doesn't have a hard-on for a black girl!"
Immediately Penny had recalled the night before, especially the way Brad had reacted when he'd caught sight of her in the black nightie and the way it had turned him on.
Slyly Penny had replied, "Maybe he does, Alta. I don't know. Would you like to find out?"
"What do you mean by that?"
Quickly Penny had revealed her plan to Alta. Penny was going to return to Brad that afternoon. Why didn't Alta come with her? Penny couldn't promise that anything great would happen when they got to the house, but whatever developed couldn't be near as dull as staying at the school and waiting for their vacation to end.
Penny and Alta had encountered some difficulty in sneaking away from the school because they'd unexpectedly come face to face with Miss Foster. Miss Foster taught history, but it had been her turn to be in charge of the school during the vacation week. First Penny had to convince Miss Foster that she hadn't been gone all night. Penny insisted that she'd slept in one of the other girl's bed, because it had been unoccupied. The other girl had gone home for the vacation. Eventually Miss Foster had accepted Penny's story.
Later on, while Penny and Alta were walking across the countryside towards the Warren house, they laughed about it because they both knew that Miss Foster had had a terrible hangover. That was the only reason she hadn't questioned Penny's story.
And now as Penny sat on the dark stairway and watched Brad and Alta, Penny realized that before long they'd do more than just dance.
"They're going to fuck," Penny said softly.
Penny had expected to feel jealousy towards Alta, but there were only strange and wild sensations crackling through her body. She stared down at Brad and Alta and watched their hot and horny bodies rubbing each other while they danced.
Penny suddenly realized that she'd never watched a couple fucking before.
Between her hot and quivering thighs Penny felt the wetness seep out of her pussy. Her heart was pounding, and her breasts were heavy and painful, aroused by the preview of what she hoped to see.
"Do it," Penny whispered in the darkness. "Fuck-both of you."
And then Penny's eyes widened. It seemed as though her mute urging had flashed across the short distance and penetrated the minds of both Brad and Alta.
Alta's fingernails sensually moved up and down Brad's naked spine. His hands, under the back of her sweater, caressed her dusky skin. They were no longer dancing because the music had been interrupted by a commercial.
Brad said, "Do you mind if I take that damned sweater off you, Alta?"
Alta stepped away from him. "I was hoping you'd say that, Brad." She leaned forward, with her arms outstretched.
He skinned off the sweater and flung it aside.. Alta tossed her head and the soft strands of hair swirled around her naked shoulders. Brad licked his lips and savored the sight of Alta's jutting, chocolate breasts. They were round and luscious, topped by the black stubby nipples, marbled with passion.
Alta said, "I might just as well be completely naked as halfway."
"Might as well," Brad agreed.
And while Alta was unfastening the skirt at her waist, Brad pulled apart the front of his shorts. He shoved them down his thighs and stepped out of them. Alta's wriggling hips sent the skirt rippling down her thighs. It slid down her long, shapely legs and crumpled around her feet. Facing each other, they stared hotly at each other and savored their naked bodies.
Penny's thighs moved together, keening the sensations in her pussy as she felt the pressure in her crotch. She stared at Brad's stiff erection and marveled at its size. Angled out in front of him it was like a gnarled tree branch that jerked up and down as though it were being manipulated by an invisible string.
Brad stared at the spot between Alta's caramel-hued thighs. Fringed by the soft black curls, her pussy was a swollen mound of pleasure. She jutted her hips forward, lewdly offering Brad a better view of her moisture-laden cunt.
By that time the commercial on the radio had ended. The announcer had given the time, the weather, and introduced the next record.
With the music filtering into the basement again, Brad and Alta resumed their dancing. Their arms were looped around each other's waist. Hungrily they stared into each other's eyes. Slowly their pelvises came forward until they were locked together at the waist. Brad's vertical shaft strained and jiggled up and down the flatness of Alta's moist belly. With his mouth inches from her swollen, thrusting breasts his hands kneaded her glistening buttocks.
"I'm getting hot as hell," Alta muttered.
"Meet your buddy," Brad replied.
"What are you going to do about it?"
"Fuck you."
"What's taking you so long?" Alta asked.
"I'm working on it."
"Why don't you work a little faster?"
"Do you think my cock's hard enough?" Brad asked.
"I can't tell-until I feel it-way, way up inside of me."
"You will," Brad promised huskily. "I'm waiting," Alta replied. "But don't take all week."
Alta's pelvis began to punch and roll. Her hips were shoved forward; her glistening pussy lips mauled the underside of Brad's erected cock.
Penny whimpered lustily as she watched Brad's mouth moving towards Alta's left breast. His moist tongue glistened and flickered under the light as the pink tip rolled sensually around the base of Alta's hard and nubby nipple. Eventually his mouth enveloped it. His lips became pursed around the rigid nipple, sucking it brutally. With his mouth clamped around the black, thick base he pulled his head back, stretching out the gorged nipple until it thinned and lengthened. Seconds later he repeated the same licking and sucking to the right nipple.
Then he began to bend his knees, lowering himself so that the tip of his tongue swirled and licked Alta's moist skin. Penny noticed the exquisite ecstasy now visible on Alta's face. Alta's hands clung to Brad's arms as her torso curved backwards. Her hips pushed forward and her pelvis strained to elevate her pussy to meet Brad's descending mouth and tongue.
Penny's buttocks squirmed restlessly on the stairway where she was watching. She stifled an anguished moan of ecstasy. Long ago she'd put aside her drink, and now her hands slipped under the hem of her skirt and crept up the insides of her quivering thighs. Anticipating the arrival of Brad's tongue at Alta's waiting pussy had filled Penny's vagina with a clot of seething honey. Penny's fingertips rested against the swollen and sensitive lips of her pussy.
Penny frowned, recalling that Brad hadn't used his tongue on her pussy the night before. Seeing the way he'd been able to arouse Alta convinced Penny now that she wanted Brad to lick and tongue her pussy. Penny wanted it more than anything else.
And then Penny saw that Alta's fingers were no longer able to hold on to Brad's arms. The weight of her entire body, leaning backwards, was too much for the strength in her hands. Off balance, Alta stumbled backwards a couple of steps. The backs of her thighs, bumping against the arm of the upholstered chair, prevented her from falling to the floor.
Brad lunged forward, but Alta had already recovered. With her buttocks perched on the outer edge of the chair's arm, she forked her legs, and Brad slid in between her thighs. His head was tipped forward and he looked down at the wet and exposed red gash of Alta's pussy. His knees began to buckle, lowering the purple gorged cockhead to the level of Alta's waiting cunt.
Ecstatic sounds gurgled up in Penny's constricted throat as the head of Brad's cock settled against Alta's quivering slit. For a moment his flared knob seemed much too large for Alta's inflamed pussy. His hips powered forward. The huge crown of Brad's cock shot towards the crimson slash and then splayed apart the swollen, constricting cunt lips. Alta's squeal of rapture lanced against Penny's eardrums while Brad's dark and gorged shaft slid deeper into Alta's vagina.
Penny's buttocks fidgeted lustily on the step and her shoulders slumped against the wall. The fingertips of her right hand sluiced roughly within the hot, clutching opening of her pussy. The blood pounded loudly in Penny's ears, muffling the sounds of Brad and Alta. Their panting and groans of ecstasy were punctuated by the wet, suctioning sounds of Brad's hardness, shuttling in and out of Alta's tight and honeyed cunt
Delicious sensations raced through Penny's body. Alta moaned lustily and slumped backwards until her shoulders were resting in the seat of the upholstered chair. Her buttocks rocked back and forth on its arm, under the vicious pumping of Brad's cock.
Penny cried out ecstatically as the peak of her climax crackled through her tingling body. With her mouth open and her eyes glazed with passion, Penny vaguely saw that Alta's legs had tightened around Brad's waist. Alta's belly and pelvis quivered. The muscles in Brad's legs rippled and he kept driving his thick cock in and out of Alta's gripping cunt lips.
"Love that stroke," Alta gurgled. "Long and deep. Just keep on fucking-this horny cat"
Brad leaned forward and his hands clutched and mauled her hot mounded tits. His thumbs and forefingers clamped around the hot, nubby nipples. He pulled on them, stretching them out so that they became thin and extended, and he felt the new urgency in Alta's pumping pelvis.
"Here's all of it," he panted. "The whole fucking bit! Here it comes!"
"Give it to me!" Alta yelled. "Now-yeah, now!"
Her legs were clamped tightly around him, holding her quivering pelvis against his while he skewered his cock all the way inside of her and pumped her quaking channel full of the semen that jetted out of his spurting cock.
His ecstatic groans blended with Alta's lusty grunts. The sounds reached Penny's ears, but she paid little attention to that. At the moment she was slumped against the wall. The fingers of one hand soaked in the orgiastic juices that clotted the entrance of her flaccid and tingling pussy.