Chapter 6: New Partners

CPO Bailey had outdone himself.  The sandwiches were stuffed with thick, tangy beef hash plus sliced onions, lettuce and tomato.  Both girls exclaimed at the flavor.  Creight said around a mouthful, “This is what Bailey calls a ‘Hurricane Sandwich.’  He’s made up about a hundred of them.”

“Good as a Big Mac!” declared Cissie.

Dave laughed.  “A high toot!”

“Huh?” said Creight.

Flubbie said to Dave, “At least you speak street.”

“Not really.  I just pay attention.”

She peered into the big paper bag.  “How many did he get?”

“Six,” said Creight.  “I figured you girls had a late breakfast.”

She sniffed but refrained from additional comment.  They were arrayed at Creight’s kitchen table, where he was the only one encumbered with clothing.  Whenever Cissie leaned forward, her nipples perched on the table top to each side of her plate.  Male eyes swung in unison.

“Did Bailey ask who needed six?” said Dave.

“It was Honiker that actually passed them out.  They were busy as hell in there.”

“What was the talk?”

“I don’t know; didn’t listen.  Except the cutter’s still out.”

“Yeah.  Must be a lot of distress calls besides that ship.”

“A ship?” said Flubbie.

“Not your yacht,” said Dave.  “I bet your guys never even turned on the radio.”

Her eyes drifted.  “But they weren’t bad guys.”

“They’ve paid the price.”

“The price?”

“For carelessness at sea.  It’s a high price.”

Cissie took a deep breath.  “You said there’s a ferry to the mainland.”

“Yeah.  Leaves every morning and afternoon.”

“What’s it cost?”

“I don’t know.  Coast Guard gets a pass.”

“You’re not in the Coast Guard!”

“I’m a dependant.”

Creight said, “There’s Bakersfield’s boat.”

“Who?”

“CPO Bakersfield has a boat that he sometimes runs to Portland.”

“Is he married?”

Dave laughed while Creight said, “No,” then, “What’s funny?”

“What’s funny is how fast Bakersfield would agree to take her.”

Creight stared at Flubbie, eyes widening in belated understanding as he recalled fishing trips on that boat, pornographic magazines and the man’s boasts of prowess among the mainland whores.  He chuckled at a thought.  “Flubbie, would you fuck an old man for a boat ride?”

“How old?”

“Really old.  In his thirties.”

She cocked her head at him.  “If a man has what I want and trades it for a fuck, I don’t care how old he is.  And thirty’s not old.  How about you, Cissie?”

The blonde grinned at the two boys.  “Young studs are cute.”

“Yeah, but they don’t have a boat.”

Dave asked, “How about the three guys on the yacht with you?”

“They had a boat.”

“I mean their age.”

“Twenties, I guess.”

“But still dumb-fucks.”

Flubbie laughed wryly.  “What are you, about twelve, calling twenties dumb?”

“I can’t think of anything dumber than ignoring the weather at sea.”  For a moment the room was quiet until he added, “Unless it’s playing Russian Roulette with half the chambers loaded.”

“Do you have to keep mentioning that?” said Flubbie crossly.  “I’ve already agreed we’re lucky you found us.”

“How did you get up with them?”

“We met them at a dance.  A couple days later they pulled up in a car and asked if we wanted to take a boat ride.”  She looked at Cissie as if expecting disagreement but the blonde was swilling a coke.

“Of course you said yes.”

“Of course.  A boat ride is different!  It was lots of fun.  They had plenty of beer and canned food.”

“And three hard dicks,” suggested Creight.

She nodded.  “A lot of the time.”

Cissie chimed in with feeling, “It was a blast!”  She grinned around a burp.  “But you guys are —  Uh-oh!”  Her eyes widened suddenly.  From her seat at the table she could see along the downstairs hall to the front door, which had opened to admit a young female.

Creight leaned in to follow her gaze.  “Oh, shit, it’s Julie!”

“Your sister?” asked Flubbie.

“Oh, shit!”

Spotting Cissie’s unmistakable breasts, Julie froze in the foyer.  “Hey!” she called.  “Should I come back?”

Deliberately misinterpreting her, Dave winked at Creight.  “Yeah, sure, come on back.”

“Oh, shit!”

When Julie reached the kitchen, both castaways crossed arms over breasts.  The newcomer paused in the doorway, glaring around at the girls, eyes lingering on the naked Dave.  “What’re you doing?” she demanded of him in a wounded tone.

He answered cheerfully, “Eating Bailey’s Hurricane Sandwiches.  I’ve got half of one left if you want it.”

“No, thanks, I already ate two of them in the mess.”  Julie’s eyes had sharpened.  “It’s easy to see what you’ve been doing, you-you traitor!  How could you?”  Her gaze swung across the bare breasts.  She said disdainfully, “That’s easy to guess.  Where’d you two come from?  Ha!  From that yacht, right?  What’re you doing with my guys?”

Flubbie answered coolly, “Showing how much we appreciate being rescued.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet.  Dave, get your clothes on.  You’re really from that boat?”

“Oh, yes —” Flubbie began.

Dave interrupted her.  “How’d you know about it, Julie?”

“It’s all the talk in the mess hall.  Your dad led a detail out to look it over.  They found a guy nearly dead in the rocks.  While they were rescuing him, the boat slid back into the ocean.  They’ll send him to Portland soon as the chopper gets here.”

“A man?”  Flubbie’s face showed her consternation.  She half rose from her chair.  “What’s his name?  Did he say anything?”

“Yeah.  Said he was with two other guys on the boat.  Didn’t say anything about girls!”

“Oh, wow!” breathed Flubbie in evident relief, sagging back into her chair.

Cissie asked, “Was he a little guy with red hair?”

Julie shrugged.  “Nobody said, and I didn’t see him.  Didn’t hear his name either.  They said he’s got lots of broken bones.”  Her eyes narrowed.  “Why wouldn’t he mention you girls?”

Both castaways’ eyes dropped.

Julie nodded slowly.  “How old are you two?”

“Seventeen,” said Creight.

“That’s what they told you, is it?  If that guy didn’t mention them, it’s because they’re under sixteen.”

“So what?”

Dave grinned at him.  “Because the guys were at least twenty.”

“Oh.”

Julie asked, “Did they kidnap you?”

Flubbie’s chin rose.  “No.  They invited us on a boat ride.”

“You’re not much older than me, are you?  Fourteen or fifteen?”

While Julie studied them, Flubbie’s glumness brightened.  “You said the yacht sunk?”

“She won’t sink yet,” said Dave; “she’s got flotation voids.  But she will after the waves smash her against the rocks all morning.”

Shivering, Cissie murmured, “Thanks again, boys.”

“Yeah, thanks,” chimed Flubbie.

Looking at her, Julie said, “What’s your name?”

Dave straightened.  “She’s Flubbie and this one is Cissie.  Girls, meet Julie, the daughter of the station commander.”

Flubbie sighed.  “Can’t say I’m pleased to meet you.  You’ll want to turn us in.”

“Turn you in?”

“To the authorities: your dad.”

“It’s the right thing to do.  What’re you afraid of?”

Flubbie hesitated.  “We don’t have any place to go.”

“Don’t you?  Where are you from?”

“And we’re in bad trouble at home.”

Creight felt a rare pang of sympathy.  He looked around at Julie.  “Did Honiker ever tell you why he joined up?”

Seaman Honiker, trembling with fear to be banging the commandant’s daughter, had told her everything.  Joining the Coast Guard was the least unpleasant of the alternatives offered him when he, then seventeen, was caught in bed with a fourteen year old.  Now Julie said, “That’s the opposite of this case.”

“Yeah, but it’s still scary.”

“When did you get them off the boat?  Early this morning, wasn’t it?  Do you have any clothes?”

“Not a stitch,” said Dave.

Julie shook her head.  “Well, it’s already too late to turn them in.”

“Too late?”

“And it’ll only get worse.  Have you guys thought ahead?  What’ll you do with them?”

“Umm,” muttered Creight.  Dave was silent.

Julie straightened, arms akimbo.  “I know somebody who can help us, but we have to get them there.”  She studied Flubbie.  “I’ve got some jeans and a shirt that might fit you, but Cissie …”

Creight stood up.  “I’ll be right back.”

As he left the room, Flubbie asked, “We’re going somewhere?”

“You need enough clothes to get across the yard to the house next door.”

Dave said, “You’re thinking of Ms. Ruby, eh?  Is she home?”

“Why not?  All the men are busy, so she’s probably alone too.”

Creight returned with a folded pair of jeans that he threw to Cissie.  “See how these fit.”

* * *

When they knocked, the back door opened promptly.  Julie, leading the group, said brightly, “Hi, Ruby!  May we come in?”

Intently studying the parade, the woman stood back and let them march past her into the kitchen.  “I saw you coming in the window.  How’d you get visitors here through the hurricane?  Did they arrive yesterday?

“Oh, I know you: you’re Warrant Officer Pelcher’s son, Dave.  I’ve seen you around and of course these two have told me a lot about you.  But your visitors!  How about some introductions, Julie?”

The two new girls were distinguishable from the three locals by stature and age and bare feet.  Despite her unkemptness, the black-haired one bore the scrutiny with head high and an expression on her pretty face suggesting readiness for anything, previously experienced or not.  She wore a boy’s white shirt and dungarees with the cuffs rolled up.  The soft-limbed strawberry-blonde with tangled hair half-way down her back appeared more demure, but Ruby suspected otherwise.  The girl wore a man’s white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a man’s threadbare cut-off dungarees.  Very curious dress! — but what do you expect from teenagers nowadays?

The girls saw a mature, voluptuous woman with pale blonde hair in a pony tail, also barefooted, wearing cut off and frayed shorts and a narrow halter that barely restrained pillowy breasts.  Her face had been lightly made up earlier in the day.  The blue eyes were sharp, seeming to miss nothing.

“This is Flubbie,” Julie said, a head-toss indicating the black hair.  “And Cissie.”  She took hold of the blonde girl’s hand.  “And this is Mrs. Ruby Klieger, wife of Lt. Klieger, the assistant station commander.”

“Oh, wow!” muttered Flubbie as if unpleasantly surprised.

The woman smiled politely.  “Does that military stuff put you off?  Me, too.  Just call me Ruby.”

Flubbie looked her up and down while Cissie offered a bashful grin.

Ruby glanced at Julie.  “I didn’t get the last names.”

Dave responded, “Because they never said.”

“Really?”  The woman chuckled at the incongruity.  “Who are you visiting on the island?”

Flubbie bit her lip and took a deep breath.  “Cissie and I were shipwrecked.  Creight and Dave saved us.”

“Shipwrecked!”  The woman’s eyes narrowed.  “I see.  Then you were on that yacht that got stuck in the rocks.”

“Yeah.”

“Both of you?  Why didn’t Crossman mention you?”

“‘Crossman?’” Creight and Flubbie repeated together.

Ruby’s eyebrows rose.  “You didn’t know about the man who also survived?  Crossman was his name.”

“We knew about it,” said Julie, “but we didn’t know his name.”

The woman regarded Flubbie.  “You knew him, of course.”

The girl’s eyes darted away.  “We didn’t know anybody’s last name.”

Ruby chuckled.  “How informal!  Well, it’s an interesting story, or the end of one.  Let’s hear the rest of it.  Umm.  First let’s go in the living room.  I’ve got cookies and coke for you.  Julie, you and Creight know where everything is.  Bring that liter bottle from the fridge.”

By the time everyone was settled in the living room and Julie had poured the drink, Flubbie knew what she wanted to say.  “We met three guys at a dance.  They invited us on their yacht.  We spent the night.  The next day we were out at sea.  We cruised around for, I don’t know, maybe ten days, when the storm caught us last night.  It was terrible!  I think the boat rolled completely over at least once.  Everything in the cabin was a mess.  Then we hit the rocks and the lights went out.  In the morning Creight and Dave showed up and helped us leave.  Now we’re here.  We didn’t save anything off the boat but our skins.”

Ruby waited but the girl was obviously finished.  The woman shook her head and grinned.  “Why do I believe you’ve left out a few interesting facts?”

Flubbie’s chin rose.  “What else do you need to know?”

“Three guys.  What are their names?”

“Cody, Marshall and Frisbee.”

Ruby laughed.  “We can guess who got thrown back and forth.  You don’t know their last names.  How old were they?”

“Twentyish.”

“What happened to them?”

“We don’t know.  They went on deck at nightfall, which was the last we saw of them.  I guess one came through it.”

“Yeah, with broken arms, legs and ribs.  He’s already out of here on the chopper.  Another guard detail is scouring the rocks in case somebody else got off.  Creight, tell me how you found these two.”

“Ask Dave,” said the older boy.  “He talks smoother.”

“Dave.”  The woman studied the lad.  When he confidently returned her gaze, she sighed.  “Dave, if you’re a party to everything, I don’t see how we can keep it quiet.  I assume that’s why you’re all here.  Am I right?”

Julie said promptly, “He can keep a secret.  He was at the ball field with Creight and me two months ago in June.”

“Really?”  The woman’s eyebrows rose.  “I wonder what you thought of that.”

The lad’s eyes twinkled.  “I loved it.”

She sighed.  “You look about twelve but seem a lot older.  So what’s the story?”

Dave provided the details succinctly, omitting only the sex in Creight’s house.

When he finished, the woman nodded.  “Okay, but that’s still only today’s part.  Flubbie, how did you and Cissie while away ten days with three guys in the North Atlantic?”

The dark head shrugged and said, “Everybody banged.  You understand, that’s all we had to do.”

“Oh yes, I understand.”  The woman paused, thinking of the circumstances on the yacht, and felt moisture in her crotch.  “When you boarded, you must’ve known what was in store for you.”

“The banging, yeah, but not the shipwreck.”

“I mean you can’t claim to have been kidnapped or raped.”

“No.  Actually the guys were sweet.”

“Where did you board?”

The visitors, sipping their cokes, exchanged glances.  “We don’t want to say,” responded Flubbie, lowering her eyes.

“Because you don’t want to be sent back there?”

“Exactly right.”

“Why not?  What are you running from?”

After a longer pause Cissie answered for the first time, “Because we burned down the town.”

“What?” demanded Flubbie, eyes widening.

“So we don’t have anywhere to go,” the blonde added complacently.

“Oh, Cissie!  We did no such thing.”  Flubbie giggled.  “She wanted to: that is, burn down the middle school, but we didn’t really do even that.”

“The middle school?” asked Dave.

“Oops!”  Flubbie’s hand went to her mouth.

“Exactly how old are you girls?” asked Ruby.

Silence reigned until Creight responded, “They claimed to be seventeen.”

“Not in middle school,” said Ruby positively.  “They won’t fail you that much nowadays.  What’s the last grade of middle school?”

Dave finally answered, “They boarded on Long Island, said the yacht’s name was the Long Island Belvedere.  Maybe the eighth grade.”

“That would make you fourteen or fifteen,” said Ruby thoughtfully.  She shrugged.  “So you obviously don’t mind shagging grown men, whatever your age.”  She grinned at the girls.  “I like that attitude.  When I was fourteen, grown men were my favorites too.  But what happened at school?”

Flubbie grinned.  “In fact that’s a funny story.”

“Is not,” declared Cissie.

“I’m gonna tell it anyway.”

Cissie hissed and folded arms across her chest.

Flubbie giggled.  “Cissie found out what boys are good for and …  Well, you need to be what my granny called ‘forward’ to get their attention, but Cissie was kind of shy at first.  When she heard that Morgan, a cock-teasing pretend slut, was gonna take on all comers one night in the back of a car, Cissie figured this was her chance, because she knew Morgan would never show up, though the boys would.  Cissie took off her clothes, got in the car and hooked up with 28 boys.  It was pitch dark and none of them figured out it wasn’t Morgan.  Cissie’s steady told everybody the next morning —” Flubbie paused to giggle “— it was the worst piece of ass he ever had.”  The giggle became an uproarious laugh.  She continued between bursts, “Everybody else loved it and … tried to date Morgan again.  Cissie got no credit at all.”

Creight grinned.  Julie nodded, unsmiling.  “Yeah, that’s funny.”  Cissie’s lower lip protruded.

Dave shook his head.  “That couldn’t be why you left.  School was still going on, right?  This is the middle of August.”

“Duh!” declared Cissie in derision.  “We couldn’t run away till school was out.”

Now everyone laughed.

Dave started to protest further but Ruby raised a hand.  “So in fact you two are runaways.”  She nodded thoughtfully.  “And nobody knows you’re anywhere near the state of Maine.  Except Crossman.  I understand why he isn’t talking.”

A brief silence fell while everyone considered the implications.  Julie broke it.  “That’s the story, Ruby.  They have no place to stay, and we were wondering if …”

“You expect me to put them up?” the woman said.

“We were hoping you might,” Julie says.  “The only other thing to do might get Creight and Dave in trouble.”

Ruby’s gaze swept archly over the two boys.  “Because you waited too late to turn them in?”  She laughed.  “What did you plan to do with them?”

The boys blushed.  Dave grinned.  “Pitch a tent in the woods?”

Ruby shook her head.  “Girls can’t live like pigs.”

“We know that,” Dave admitted.  He spread his hands to take in the room.

“So you brought them to me.  But that was Julie’s idea, wasn’t it?”

The girl took Ruby’s hand and pressed it to one of her immature breasts.  “I think you’ll like them.  They’re a lot like us.  They’ll help you.”

Ruby felt a rush in her groin.  “Are you sure of that, darling?”

“Cissie and I like sex,” Flubbie declared, “if that’s what you’re talking about.”

Ruby stepped close to Flubbie and cupped a breast that was larger then Julie’s but still firm and conical.  The girl looked at the hand then smiled at the woman.

“It so happens,” Ruby said, “that I’ve been conducting a sexual workshop for the island’s youth.  You and your friend are welcome to join us.”

“We are?” said Flubbie.

“Yes, for awhile.  As … as my nieces!  Yes, that will work.  You can be my sister’s children.  She lives in Hawaii.  You’ll have to memorize a few facts to spout when people ask, but I see no problem.  Umm.  How did you get here?  They keep records on the ferry.  We’ll have to figure that out.  I’ll talk to Roger.”

“We can stay here?” asked Cissie, looking around in wonder.

“Oh, yes.  I have a spare bedroom that you can share.  You can wear some of my clothing and we’ll get you more from the commissary.”  The woman smiled widely.  “And as to entertainment, there’s more fun to be had here than you can imagine.  It wears me out at times.”

Flubbie shrugged.  “I don’t get what you mean by that, Ruby, but me and Cissie are game for anything.”

“That’s the main requirement.”  The woman embraced the girl, kissed her lips lightly and whispered, “I can get us real men, as many as you want.”

Flubbie passed a hand between them to fondle Ruby’s breasts through the thin halter.  She whispered back, “I like girls too.”

“I thought so,” Ruby said.  “I was hoping for it.

* * *

Still clothed, Ruby, Julie and Flubbie relaxed on the sofa, watching the antics of the other three, all fully nude, entangled in a languid sandwich on pillows on the floor.  Creight, on the bottom, both lying with backs down, took the plump girl anally while Dave faced her to ride in the saddle of her spread legs.

Ruby cocked her head and said critically, “I don’t think any of them is enjoying it.”

Flubbie regarded the woman with interest.  “Did you ever notice, Ruby, that sometimes you just keep moving?”

“You what?” asked Julie, eyes widening.

“I mean, you’re not feeling any thrills — or not much — but you keep on banging anyway, just keeping up with the guys.”

“No thrills?” mused the youngest.  “Then why would you keep on?”

“I’ve thought about it at such times,” answered Flubbie.  “Maybe you do because it’s the easiest thing.  If you make the guys stop they’ll have a meltdown.”

Ruby chuckled fondly.  “There’s that, and after awhile the thrills might come back.”  She shook her head.  “But I don’t think Cissie will be so lucky this time.  If Creight’s dick falls out again, he won’t get it back in.”

“It’s not his fault, Ms. Ruby,” Julie said defensively.  “Him and Dave got a real workout this morning.”

“Of course: the ‘new girls’ effect!”  The woman chuckled again.  “How did you like your reception, Flubbie?”

The new girl sniffed.  “Why do boys always want to bang first?  It’s so much better after you eat.”

“That’s true,” mused Julie.

Cissie spoke up from the floor.  “But this time she’s lying.  They fed us first.”

Flubbie snapped, “Shut up and think about the two dicks in you, you lucky thing!”

Ruby and Julie laughed.  After awhile Ruby said, “I’m surprised a youngster like Dave is interested in doing a sandwich.”

“They did it with me first,” said Julie proudly.

“Did they!  Was that after you met our five guys?”

“Oh, no!  Before.”

Ruby grinned at her.  “Then I’m surprised you even knew about it.”

Julie’s eyes dropped.  “I’d seen some porn vids,” she admitted.

“Ah yes, the Twentieth Century’s great art form!  The camcorder has done wonders for us all.  When you gain a little weight in the right places, Julie, we’ll make you a star.  In fact, Flubbie, I believe you’d qualify already.”

“For porn?”  The new girl shrugged.  “Cissie and I made some at parties.  In fact we did a ‘Sloppy End’ together that was posted to the Internet.”

Julie blinked.  “A Sloppy End?”

“You know: two girls and one guy.  He starts to come in one girl’s pussy and finishes in the other’s mouth.”

Ruby stared at her.  “You two did that?  By god, I believe you did!”  She stood up and gestured at the three on the floor.  “We won’t get fun from this crowd any time soon.  Let’s go upstairs.  I’ve got something to show you.”

* * *

Ruby’s air-conditioned house included an upstairs den, well furnished with couches and a large flat-screen television.  The room was lit with curtained windows and decorated with enlarged group photographs of similar subjects, either Ruby with several young men in each or one man and several women who included her.  The two girls studied the photos while the woman fiddled with a computer whose monitor was the huge TV.

“Who’s this guy?” asked Flubbie, pointing to a beach picture of one half-naked man draped in bikini-clad women.

“Lt. Klieger,” said Julie, “her husband.  He’s second-in-command here.”

“Not bad and he likes girls.”

“And they like him.  Not many girls here.  I think you two will help a lot.”

“Don’t they have chicks in the Coast Guard?”

“A few.  Ruby says the ones here are too uptight.”

“This is the right disk,” said Ruby, bent over her control center.  The TV flickered before her, showing a scene index superimposed over an orgy of curiously passive men and vigorously fucking women.  She ran the cursor down to Sloppy on a Rooftop and said, “Sit down, take a look and tell me who this is.”

All three sat.  The recording reformed to a harbor background taken from a railed balcony or rooftop, yachts of all types berthed below.  In the foreground two nude girls, blonde and black-haired, lay belly to belly, faces in each others’ crotches, while a bearded man rammed his cock in and out above one female nose.  For a moment the camera zoomed to the top girl’s face, blonde hair restrained by a ponytail clip, tongue working in the pussy below it, then it crawled lovingly along the shivering bodies to settle on the junction with the plunging cock and black-hair’s tongue.

Cissie smiled hugely.  “It’s us!  At Harve’s party.”

“That’s the one I was talking about,” said Flubbie with feigned indifference.  “How’d you get it?”

Ruby said, “The milsats give us pretty good TV and Internet feeds.  This came off Usenet about a month ago.”

“Milsats?”

“Military satellites.  Did you know you were being recorded at the time?”

“Oh, yeah.  The camera was right there.  Wait’ll you see how much he splooges.”

Ruby grinned.  “We’ve seen it.  I wanted to ask you about that.”

Typical of uncut pornography, the scene continued on and on.  Briefly the camera tucked under the man’s buttocks, correcting automatically for focus and the constrained light, to show Flubbie’s inverted face, tongue laving testicles as much as labia.  Noticing it, the pictured girl winked ostentatiously.

Ruby mused, “And you kids are only fourteen!  Guess I’d better encrypt this scene.”

Flubbie declared, “We’re seventeen on film!”

Ruby laughed.  “Along with many others, I suspect.  They say Traci Lloyd made her first film at fourteen.  Ah, here we go!”

Onscreen the man withdrew suddenly from his lodgment in the blonde, crying, “Suck!  Suck!  Suck!”  The black-haired profile tilted back farther.  A female hand grasped the squirting cock and popped it into the wide open mouth.  All participants froze.  After a few seconds copious amounts of white fluid streaked from the corner of black-hair’s mouth, down her inverted cheek and into the dark hair.  The head tilted even further and a second stream appeared, barely missing a nostril.  Close study on the large screen showed both streams pulsing.

“What’cha think of that?” asked Flubbie with an evident swagger.

“I think they spliced the tape,” said Ruby.

“No.”  The girl laughed.  “Well, in a way.  They stopped the camera and this guy blew a big gob of cream into the corner of my mouth through a straw.  When they said, ‘Roll it!’ I pushed it back out with my tongue.  Don’t you think it was artistic?”

Ruby giggled.  “Oh, yeah, you deserve an Oscar.”

The older girls laughed.  After a moment Julie joined in.

“How did it taste?” asked a high tenor from the doorway.

The three females turned as one to regard Dave, standing naked with the tip of his crimson knob poking from a swollen ring of cock flesh.  All three smiled a greeting.

“This party is just for girls, Dave,” Julie said, still smiling.

“I know that, but I’m not yet really a man.  Besides, I like licking pussy.”

“He’s good at it Ms. Ruby.”

“I’m sure he is, darling, however improbable.”  Studying the lad, her brows knit.  “Dave, do you know you’re precocious?”

“That means knowing more than I should?”

She nodded.  “One definition.  But that’s not the problem.  I’m afraid of you.  Can I trust you not to ruin me — and why should I?”

The lad grinned crookedly.  “Somehow I don’t think you’re worried about me making you pregnant.”

“Let’s be frank,” said the woman briskly.  “One word from you to your father — or worse, your mother — about what I’ve already let you do in this house would put me under the jail.  You know that, don’t you?”

The boy shook his head.  “But it takes that word.”

“And after awhile, when one of us does something to hurt your feelings or piss you off, what keeps you quiet?”

“I told you: I like licking pussy.”

She snorted.  “Pussy’s everywhere!”

“And almost all of it thinks I’m too young.  Except here.”  His smile swept in Flubbie and Julie.”

The woman looked at the girls.  Flubbie shrugged and turned her face away.  Julie smiled ingratiatingly.  “Please, Ms. Ruby?”

The woman reached out affectionately, tousled the girl’s brown hair but sighed.  “I know I’m a fool, but … but he may stay.”

“Thank you, Ms. Ruby.”  Julie caught the hand and kissed it.

“But I tell you, the boy is just too young for my tastes.”

The TV had progressed to another scene of two females on one man.  He lay on his back while one sucked his cock and the other crouched over his face, seeming to enjoy being eaten out.  Dave looked at Flubbie.  “You never did answer my question.”

“What?  Oh, about how it tasted.  They put sugar and vanilla in the cream.  As to the first part, splooge is all about the same.  Taste yourself.”

He grinned.  “Don’t think I’ve got any left.”

Flubbie pulled him down beside her and ran her hands along his shoulders and upper arms.  “Speaking of tastes, he’s not too young for mine.  He’s prettier than a lot of chicks.  I’d love to fuck him if I had a cock.”

“We could gang up on him!” Julie exclaimed.  “It’d be lots of fun!”

“I’ll leave that to you girls,” Ruby said with a frown.  “You want to try it, get undressed and I’ll bring out my toys.”

The two girls began to strip.  Julie said curiously, “What’d you leave Creight and Cissie doing?”

“Talking mostly.  Creight lost his hard-on.  Cissie was telling about fucking all the guys in the yacht club.”

“You weren’t interested in that?”

“She only wanted to talk.  Doing beats the hell out of talking.”

With giggles all around the two girls, now thoroughly nude, wrestled Dave, smaller but willing enough, onto the bed.  Ruby emptied a dresser drawer of items, the last one being a whip.

Catching sight of it, Flubbie yelled, “Don’t hit me with that thing!”

“I won’t raise welts, sweetie, but we won’t use it today.  Don’t you like spanking from time to time?  I do.  It sharpens the pleasure so sweetly!”

“A guy beat me up once.  I didn’t like that!”

“It can be used lovingly, sweetie, but, as I said, we won’t use it today.  You said you’d like to fuck little Dave.  I have a strap-on dildo here.”

“That’s more like it!”

“I don’t think so,” Dave protested.

“You let Creight fuck you!” Julie countered.

“How do you know?”

“He told me.”

“That shithead promised me he’d never tell!”

“Now we all know, Dave,” Flubbie said as she allowed Ruby to buckle the device to her body, “and so what?”

“That thing is bigger than Creight!” Dave protested.

Flubbie giggled.  “I’ll be gentle.  The first guy who butt fucked me told me that, and he lied.”

Julie rolled Dave onto his stomach as Flubbie lubricated the long, fat, brown dildo.  With her knees the black-haired girl pressed apart the boy’s outspread legs while lowering her body.  Dave started at the touch of the device.

“Don’t squirm!” Flubbie insisted, pressing forward resolutely.  Stiffer than reality, the dildo was irresistible.

“Ow!  That hurts!”

“Really?” said his assailant in mock wonder.  “I don’t feel much of anything.”

Slowly the brown rod, curving slightly upward, sank into the lad’s rectum.  When it was lodged nearly to the strap attachments, the girl rested her chin on the boy’s head.

“How do you like being a little girl?” she asked.

“I’m not a girl!  Get off me!”

Her arms slipped around him and held tight.  Her hips began a slow in and out.  She said in a reasonable tone, “But a girl could do exactly the same.  In fact I’ve been there many times.  Some guys really like to put it up your ass.  Too bad you can’t do it the way it feels good.”

Dave was large and strong enough to buck her off but curiously he lay passive under the slithering invasion, protesting, “I can’t imagine any way it would feel good.”

“That’s because you don’t have a pussy.  Both holes full can be fierce!  Once on the boat it turned me on so far it turned me off.”

“That makes no sense.”

“Yes, it does,” countered Julie.

Ruby, starting up an all-girl DVD, said over her shoulder, “It means she passed out.”

Dave cocked his head around at the youngest female.  “You didn’t cork off when we did you.”

Julie’s chin rose.  “That was my first time.”

“A sandwich virgin,” noted Flubbie with a giggle.

He was still watching Julie.  “What’ve you been up to this summer?”

The girl tossed her head, brunette locks flying.  “Enough to love it,” she declared.

Flubbie said, “How about this: I’ll turn you over on top of me, Dave, and you can be a sandwich with Julie.”

At that suggestion Dave rose up suddenly, bouncing the slightly larger girl off onto her side, and flopped over on his back, legs still spread.  His anus gaped widely beneath a flaccid little cock.  He asked aggrievedly, “Who can fuck with a big pole pushing up his ass?”

“Look what I found,” said Julie, crawling between the boy’s legs.  She had strapped on a dildo half the size of the previous, not much larger in fact than Dave’s own erection.  “It even buzzes!” she added, touching a button on the belt to demonstrate.  “Turn over again.”

The boy eyed the humming instrument.  Taking a deep breath, he lifted his hips into the air.  “Try it this way.”

Flubbie watched as Julie inserted the hard little rod.  The younger girl grasped the boy’s hips to help hold them high and made a few strokes.

“Does this feel better, Dave?” she asked.

“At least it doesn’t hurt,” he admitted.

“Do you like the buzzing?”

“Nah.  It don’t do nothing.”

Flubbie nodded.  “That figures.  Only thing sensitive on a boy is the head of his dick.”

Ruby commented, “Why we need lots of them.”

Julie continued to fuck him with slow strokes.  Her hand slipped between to grasp the real cock.  “You’re not even getting hard!”

“This is stupid.”

“Want me to suck you up?”

“No.  I want to go back downstairs to Creight and Cissie.  They’re not so weird.”

“That’s fine by me,” Ruby said.  “Then we girls can have our own fun.”

“Well, okay,” said Julie reluctantly as she backed away.  Dave rose from the bed and left the room without a backward glance.  Flubbie, still wearing the oversized dildo, caught Julie’s hips and grinned at her invitingly.  “I’ve got another idea.”

“Not for Dave,” said Julie positively.

“No, for you and me.  If you turn opposite me, we can bang each other at the same time with these things.”

Julie’s eyes widened.  “H-how?”

Ruby cried, “Excellent!  I’ve got a video that shows that very thing.”

Downstairs Dave found Cissie and Creight lying on the couch with their naked limbs entangled.

“You’re hard again,” he remarked to his friend.

“You can’t keep a good man down,” Creight boasted.

“I sucked him again,” Cissie explained.

Dave sat on the floor beside the couch as the other two began to fuck.  Cissie’s leg splayed to the floor and Dave licked the naked thigh.

“You’re in the way, pal,” Creight complained.  “Move your head.”

The lad backed away and watched closely as his friend’s cock speared the shaven labia and sank out of sight.

“Kiss me, Davy,” Cissie asked with a sigh, “and play with my boobs.”

For over twenty minutes the two boys worked on the increasingly excited girl until she began to utter small, orgasmic cries.

“I’m going to come!” Creight yelled.

Dave lowered his face close to the intersection to gain a good look, but Creight was perverse.  His hand caught the ejaculating cock and aimed it at the lad’s face.  A single, thin squirt remained that caught Dave on the lips.

“You shithead!” cried the lad, scrubbing his face with the back of a hand.  “Why did you do that?”

“You’ve tasted me before,” Creight said smugly.

“That’s supposed to be another secret!”

“Do you guys suck each other?” Cissie asked with a wide grin.

“Creight makes me do it!  But he sucks me too, because he’s a queer.”

“Really, Creight?”  She chuckled deep in her throat.  “I love to watch guys fuck.”  Her hand behind Dave’s head forced it gently forward.  “Do a sixty-nine for me.”

“Love it all you want!  I won’t do it!”

“How about you, Creight?”

The older boy was grinning at the younger’s discomfiture.  To the girl he said, “My thingy’s losing its starch.”

“Well, will you suck Dave hard so he can fuck me in the butt?”

Dave snarled, “I don’t want to learn any more about butt-fucking.”

Cissie blinked.  “What’s the matter?  Guys love it — doing it to me, anyway.”

Before the boy could respond, Julie came down the stairs while pulling on her clothing.

“Didn’t you guys hear it?” she demanded.  “What’s the matter with you?”

“Hear what?” said Dave.

“The cutter’s horn.  It’s berthing.  We’ve got to get dressed and get out of here.”