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  She was helpless! Her belly convulsed, squeezing out a long liquid orgasm that speaked and held for an eternity but didn’t bring her true release. Rather, it stoked her ravenous need.

  Juan screeched, ‘Oy, estoy por acabar!’ His cock gushed, filling her mouth and flowing down her throat.

  Trixie clawed at his bum, insisting that he keep pumping. He held her face to his pubes, his softening cock still filling her mouth, and made little throat noises. She tongue-lashed his glans, desperate to restore the boy’s lust. His hips twitched. Trixie redoubled her efforts but was distracted by Carlos, who now had both of his thumbs digging into her, spreading the cheeks of her bottom. She’d have protested, just by reflex, but her mouth was full. The hardness of his cock pressed against her knot. She forced herself to relax. She’d only glimpsed his shaft but remembered that although it lacked the length of his friend’s, it was, if anything, thicker.

  The invasion was deliciously painful. Trixie let out a gurgling yelp as she felt the monstrous thing surge into her. The bastard laughed, and thrust harder, pushing her bodily, so that his friend’s recovering cock was forced into the back of Trixie’s throat again. Juan pushed back, spiking her poor bottom harder onto Carlos’s cock. Carlos’s drive pushed Juan’s shaft deep again.

  It was like their cocks became one, a spit of hard flesh that transfixed her body, from rectum to lips, and she was nothing but an object, shuttled backwards and forwards from impalement to impalement. Trixie grew delirious with lust. At some point, they turned her around bodily. Her legs no longer functioned to hold her up. One held her hips, the other her breasts, both with hands that dug deeply into her flesh.

  They climaxed several times each, as young men can. Her lips drooled their seed, as did her anus. For some reason, neither used her cunt. She wondered about that, but not then. She was beyond wondering about anything until she found herself alone and discarded like the trash she knew herself to be, sprawled half-naked on damp grass.

  At three in the morning, Trixie let herself back into her suite. There were leaves in her hair, a white crust in one corner of her mouth, and the buttons of her little blue dress were in the wrong holes.

  Penny put the book she’d been reading in bed aside. ‘What have you been up to, Mother?’ she snapped.

  Trixie looked at the floor and muttered, ‘Just a tiny little stroll on the wild side, Penny. Nothing much, really.’

  ‘Mother! Things are going very well between Andrew and me. Do you want to spoil it all?’

  ‘No, Penny, of course not. I won’t do it again, I promise.’

  ‘You’re a mess. I can smell you from here. Go take a long hot shower, for goodness sake! And don’t forget to brush your teeth and gargle.’

  Meekly, Trixie headed for the bathroom.

  Five

  At ten, Penny and Andrew ‘accidentally’ bumped into each other at the gate to the beach, where he’d been hovering for just over forty minutes. He smiled and looked past her, searching. ‘Your Mom not with you?’

  ‘She’s never up before noon. Your Dad?’

  ‘He’s been up since five, on the Net with London, England. His morning’s booked solid.’

  ‘So is his afternoon.’

  ‘Huh?’

  ‘Didn’t he tell you? He’s having lunch with my Mom and then they’re playing tennis.’

  Andrew grinned. ‘Then we’re orphans for the day.’

  ‘Until four, when we meet up with them for bridge, we’re stuck with just each other for company,’ Penny agreed. ‘Do you think we’ll be terribly lonely?’

  ‘I’ll try to amuse you.’

  ‘I bet you will!’

  Andrew took Penny’s raffia bag and beach umbrella and let her precede him onto the hot sand. ‘I like your wrap.’

  ‘Liar. You’re wondering what I’m wearing beneath it.’

  ‘Well, you did mention something about a special bikini.’

  ‘I promised you that it’d be even tinier than the one I had on yesterday.’

  ‘That’s hard to imagine.’

  ‘But you’ve been trying to, I bet.’

  Andrew made an embarrassed noise. Penny pointed to a spot on the sand just a few feet from the receding ocean. ‘Umbrella there, please, Andrew.’

  As he set it up, Penny continued, ‘It has to be a secret, OK?’

  ‘What does?’

  ‘My bikini. My Mom hasn’t seen this one, and she mustn’t.’

  ‘She seems pretty liberal to me.’

  ‘She is, but even she has limits.’

  ‘Oh.’

  ‘Would you fetch me a lounge chair, please, Andrew?’

  Andrew hurried as quickly as was seemly. Although he was ready to slay dragons for Penny, anything that delayed the unveiling of her bikini was a bummer. When he returned with the intricately folding chair Penny had him set it up, then move it, then adjust the umbrella, then move it again, so that the chair was in deep shadow. A lesser man would have been cursing by the time she was content with the arrangements.

  Perhaps she sensed his impatience because she said, ‘I want the umbrella just so, ’cause I don’t want everyone on the beach to be able to see me when I take my wrap off.’

  ‘Oh.’

  ‘I’m wearing this bikini just for you, Andrew.’

  ‘Oh.’

  ‘Could you step back a bit and tell me if I’m visible from out there, in the sunshine?’

  ‘Of course.’ From fifteen feet away, Penny and the chair were concealed in inky shadow. ‘You’re invisible.’

  ‘Thanks.’ A shape moved inside the shadow. Andrew returned in what seemed like two strides. Penny was posed in the chair with her wrap hanging behind her. Andrew blinked to adjust his eyes.

  He hadn’t known that bikinis were made that small.

  ‘It’s called a “tear-drop”,’ she told him. ‘Do you like it?’

  Her bikini was lemon, three ovals of fabric, each about three inches long and two inches wide, even the one at her pubic mound. The scraps were held in place by tapes. Penny’s nipples were covered, just, as was most but not all of the intoxicatingly tender bulge of her sex.

  Andrew looked around, in case there was anyone close by.

  ‘Do you like it?’ Penny repeated.

  ‘It’s, um . . .’

  ‘I could put my wrap back on.’

  ‘No. Please don’t. It’s just that . . .’

  ‘No one but you can see me, Andrew.’

  ‘I suppose.’

  ‘Am I embarrassing you?’

  ‘I’m no prude,’ he defended himself.

  ‘If someone else was to see me like this, would you be jealous?’

  ‘Maybe.’

  ‘That’s so sweet. May I have an ice cream? Chocolate if they’ve got it?’

  The vendor was a hundred and fifty yards along the beach. Andrew rushed there and fidgeted while the slowmoving idiot behind the counter built a triple cone. What if someone came by and started to talk to Penny, or made a pass at her, or . . .? What if it was a big guy, a really big guy?

  Andrew was sweating by the time he got back to Penny. She thanked him and took a long lick of her treat, with her eyes on his, seeming to send him some sort of message that he couldn’t decipher. Between laps, her lips nibbled tiny portions and then had to be licked clean. A dribble of chocolate ran down her chin. She caught it with her little finger and sucked on it so hard her cheeks hollowed.

  She wasn’t doing anything that was actually sexual, and yet his cock was reacting as much to the way she ate as it had in response to his view of her fabulous body. Andrew dropped onto his belly to conceal his erection. Penny grinned. Melted ice cream was trickling over the backs of her fingers. She changed hands and extended the messy ones to him.

  ‘Want a taste?’

  Andrew’s lust slammed into his gut. Speechless, he reared up and captured Penny’s precious fingers between his lips. Desire gave him courage. One by one, he licked and then sucked on each finger, discove
ring the points of her nails with the tip of his tongue.

  Penny plucked her hand away. Before disappointment struck him, she switched the cone back and offered him her other hand. Eyes closed, he devoured her fingers, fancying that he was becoming quite expert at that exotic form of lovemaking.

  She said, ‘Oh!’

  Andrew blinked. Penny pointed. Somehow, a small chocolate blob had fallen to splash onto her incredible kneecap. He looked into her eyes for permission. She nodded. Andrew’s heart stopped beating as his lips pressed around the offending bead of ice cream and his tongue was granted the exquisite joy of laving it off her golden skin.

  ‘I think it’s gone,’ she told him after about five minutes.

  He looked up. The cone was finished. Penny was licking her fingers. Before he could protest that it was his job, she writhed to her feet.

  ‘Suddenly, I’m very hot. Race you to the raft!’

  By the time he’d scrambled up, Penny was fifty feet into the ocean and swimming strongly. Andrew ran into the water and plunged, determined to get to the raft at least as soon as she did. He was a man, after all. Perhaps he was a better swimmer than he knew, because he passed Penny halfway out to the platform.

  ‘No you don’t!’ she shouted across the waves. Her arms and legs thrashed water in her efforts to catch him but Andrew had heaved himself up to stand on the bobbing surface by the time she reached it.

  ‘Here,’ he said, bending and reaching down.

  Her two hands took his wrist. Andrew heaved. Penny sprawled flat on her back on the raft, looking up at him.

  ‘You’re so strong!’ she gasped.

  Andrew felt his chest expand and his shoulders broaden. It felt so right, standing with his legs astride, looking down on the supine body of a girl who obviously admired him.

  ‘Oh,’ she said.

  Andrew followed her eyes. Despite having been immersed, his cock was fighting the restriction of his Speedo. He said, ‘I’m sorry,’ and dropped a hand to cover himself.

  She grinned. ‘No need to apologise. I take it as a compliment.’

  Andrew made himself plant his fists on his hips, just as if he wasn’t ashamed of the betraying bulge he was displaying. ‘You seem to have that effect on me.’

  She gave him a coy look. ‘Me? Little old me?’

  ‘Yes, you.’

  ‘Follow me,’ she challenged, and rolled across the raft to flop into the water on the far side.

  Andrew took two strides and dived in over her head. When he came up she was holding onto the raft with one hand and beckoning him with the other. ‘We can’t be seen, here,’ she observed. ‘No one else swims out to the raft. They’re all old folks, like my Mom and your Dad.’

  It didn’t seem the right time to defend his father, who was an excellent swimmer. Andrew executed a showy crawl back to Penny, who turned as he approached and held her free arm wide, inviting him into her embrace. He caught hold of the raft with his left hand and let their bodies come together. The skin-on-skin sensations, her smooth thighs pressed against his, her sinuous torso undulating against his, combined with the cool saltiness of her mouth and the warm sweetness of her tongue, overwhelmed Andrew.

  Through his fog, he was vaguely aware that as they kissed, Penny was moving purposefully in the crook of his arm. Her legs wrapped around his thighs, giving her leverage to thrust her barely-covered mound against the base of his rigid Speedo-covered cock. From her waist up, she writhed, dragging her breasts from side to side across his chest. For a moment he thought her movements were simply passionate caresses but then he realised that she was deliberately scuffing the thin strips of her bra aside, freeing the delicate beauty of her breasts.

  Andrew broke the kiss and held Penny away from himself, one-handed. The water was calm and clear. Bracketed by two strips of fabric, her dear sweet breasts were squeezed together, pouting at him. She arched her back to lie on the water from her waist up. Andrew put his free hand into the small of her back and curled over her, lifting her breasts halfway out of the water, so that he could get his lips to their pale nipples.

  His gentle kisses made her pant and push up at him. Andrew tried suckling, first at the left, then the right. Penny moaned. Encouraged, he nibbled.

  ‘Yes, yes!’

  His teeth gripped her right nipple, indenting its rubbery flesh. His tongue flickered on its tip. Penny made ‘uh, uh’ noises. Her mound ground and then beat at him. Andrew wondered if he dared touch her between her legs but one of his hands was holding them both up by its grip on the raft and the other supported Penny’s back. He was still trying to work out some way to free a hand when Penny flipped upright, plucking her nipple from his mouth, squealed, and thrust her lashing tongue into his startled mouth.

  Had she climaxed? He thought maybe she had, but he’d never made a girl come before, so he couldn’t be sure. If she had, what sort of super-stud did that make him? Just the way he sucked on her nipples had driven her so mad with lust that she’d rubbed her pussy against him till she’d got off on it. He felt so proud of himself that his own raging need took second place, almost.

  Penny pushed herself away from him and clung to the raft with both hands, panting. ‘That was incredible, Andrew.’ Her eyes travelled down his body. He followed them. She was staring at the aching bulge that his cock made in his swimsuit. She took on a sly look. ‘Andrew?’ she whispered.

  He managed to croak, ‘Yes, Penny?’

  ‘I’ve never actually seen one.’

  ‘One what?’ he asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from her kiss-swollen lips.

  ‘A man’s – a man’s . . .’

  ‘Do you want to?’

  She reached a tentative hand towards Andrew’s crotch. ‘Yes, I really do. Not any old one, though. It’s yours that I want to see.’

  Made bold by her admission, Andrew told her, ‘Help yourself,’ and pushed his hips forward.

  ‘You know I don’t want to break my promise to my father, don’t you?’

  ‘I respect that.’

  ‘I know I’m safe with you, Andrew, and I’ll take care of you, I promise, just like I did last night.’

  Andrew grunted. The thought of what she’d done on the patio and the anticipation of her doing it again had robbed him of the power of speech.

  Treading water, Penny hooked her thumbs into Andrew’s waistband. She pulled the Spandex towards herself and eased it slowly down until his bikini was around his thighs and his cock reared up. ‘It’s, it’s magnificent,’ she said.

  Her right hand wrapped his cock’s base. ‘May I take a closer look?’

  Andrew nodded. Penny pulled herself underwater by her grip on his cock. Wide-eyed, she inspected it from a foot away, then from six inches. Andrew could hardly contain himself. His cock had never been so close to a girl’s face, to her mouth. The thrill of it knotted his sphincter.

  And then she kissed it!

  Andrew almost screamed with joy, but managed to contain it. He held himself rigid, just in case . . . She did it again, with softly parted lips. Andrew thought for a moment that she was actually going to take him into her mouth, but she bobbed up out of the water, grinning.

  ‘You didn’t mind?’

  He shook his head.

  ‘Put your back against the raft. Hold onto it with both hands, above your head, OK?’

  He nodded and obeyed, taut with anticipation. Bent over so that she could watch what she was doing, Penny took his cock in both hands and stroked it, pumping gently a few times, then with growing urgency. Andrew would have liked her to have made it last all day but his balls tightened and then nothing mattered but shooting his load and he thrust into her hands – and came.

  Still holding his softening flesh, Penny said, ‘It’s like a miracle, isn’t it. I’ve made you . . . And I’ve seen your stuff come out. It’s incredible. I don’t think I’d ever get tired of watching it happen.’

  Andrew opened his mouth to tell her that if she’d like to make out some
more, he’d soon be ready to show her how he came again, but she dived under the raft and swam back towards the shore.

  When they got to the beach it was filling up with sun worshippers and vendors. Andrew asked Penny to put her wrap back on. At noon, he fetched burritos from a vendor and pina coladas in coconut shells from the hotel’s portable bar. After lunch, Penny dozed with Andrew sprawled at her feet, admiring her pretty toes and occasionally daring to gently kiss them.

  She sat up with a start and ferreted in her bag for her watch. ‘Two o’clock, gone. I have to get back, Andrew.’

  ‘Already?’

  ‘Bridge at four, remember. I have to get up to our suite and out of this bikini before my Mom goes up to change and catches me in it.’

  Penny and Andrew made it into the lobby just in time to meet Trixie and Rolf, she limping and leaning heavily on his arm.

  Penny pulled her wrap tighter. ‘What happened?’ she demanded.

  ‘My fault,’ Rolf confessed. ‘I played too hard. Your poor mother twisted her ankle.’

  Trixie grinned ruefully. ‘He plays like a man Andrew’s age. I’m surprised he never turned pro.’

  Andrew frowned at being compared to his Dad for fitness. ‘Are we still on for bridge? Penny and I won’t mind if you cancel, will we, Penny?’

  Trixie lifted her foot and pointed her toes. Although she winced, she declared, ‘I’ll be just fine. I only turned it. If you gentlemen wouldn’t mind seeing us girls up to our suite?’

  Six

  Rolf tapped impatiently on the baize table. Trixie, in a clinging floor-length black velvet gown, limped into the card room leaning on Penny, who wore a scoop-neck crocheted top and a circular felt skirt. Rolf stood to greet them. Andrew followed him to his feet.

  ‘How’s your ankle?’ Rolf asked.

  ‘I saw the hotel’s doctor. He says it’ll be fine but I should stay off it as much as possible for the next couple of days and try to keep it elevated.’ Trixie sank onto the chair that Rolf was holding for her. ‘I’d hate to miss our game.’