Part XXIX - Thirst So Excessive

In the upstairs master bedroom of Doctor Marion Gurns stood and sat two personages who definitely did not belong.

The first was Randal Blavin, Randy to his friends, and on this piping-hot summer’s afternoon he had followed the second intruder into the wide-framed house, but his goal was not to apprehend her in the act of committing a crime, to make a so-called citizen’s arrest, no, far from it.

His goal was to fuck her.

Maybe it hadn’t started out that way, but that was the way it had gone. Randy wasn’t a bad person at heart, not really, but it had been a long, hard summer, in many, many ways. The heat, god, the mother-fucking HEAT! It was enough to drive anybody mad, especially a seventeen year old boy who was overly-sexually charged to begin with. All poor Randy ever seemed to think about was sex, seriously, lately he was up to choking the chicken five or six time a day. And he wasn’t just choking that bird, he was pounding it, bashing it, body-slamming that dirty fowl every fucking chance he got, he was going full-on nuclear KFC on it, there was nothing left but the fucking feathers, and if you made a pillow out of them Randy Blavin would have cornholed it.

To put it in simple layman’s turns, Randy was DAMN horny.

So when he’d come round Stingray Crescent’s southern bend and spied his current nemesis looking mighty ninja-ish as she snuck up the stairs of a house belonging to a woman who had only buzzed past Randy in an SUV on her way to her daily workout just moments before, he had put two and two together and come up with jazz!

She’s break’n entering! Why?

But no answer was forthcoming from the little redhead’s stance as she unlocked the front door and slipped inside. So Randy had dashed behind a nearby rosebush and counted to one hundred mississippi’s, then tip-toed up the steps and slipped inside to glean what his enemy was up to.

Okay, the sixteen year old redheaded papergirl wasn’t really his enemy or nemesis, she was actually a pretty nice kid, if a bit of a teaser, and not in a sexual way--but I bet little girls who like to tease other kids grow up to become hot sluts who LOVE to tease cocks!--but Kat had something on him, and had been holding it over his head for close to a week now, and Randy had been looking, not for payback really, just for something on her with-which to balance the scales.

And boy did it look like he’d found it! In spades! In fact, what he eventually caught her doing, scooping for loose change in Dr. Gurns kitchen, turned out to be something so much worse then what she had on him, just stupid peeping tom stuff, which really didn’t matter seeing how the woman he’d peeped on had “punished” Randy by taking his virginity in a hot threesome with his best friend (and her NEPHEW!!) on a fucking POOL TABLE!

Shit, that was awesome!

Visions of blonde and buxom Dale Solcord had danced behind Randy’s eyelids as he’d prowled down the downstairs hallway of the Gurns homestead, but the images of Kev Heterson’s sultry Auntie had been blasted to vapor when he’d turned the corner and found his target tightly trapped in the task of trying to take her tempting treasure.

Holy crap! Lookit dat! DUDE!

And in that beautiful golden mother-fucking AWESOME moment of discovering Katrina Nierce with her hand literally stuck in the proverbial cookie jar, a dark plan had stirred within the mind of seventeen year old Randy Blavin.

Sure, he was no longer a virgin, he’d finally managed to get himself some, and with a hot older woman (we’re talking naked Jenna Jameson in her prime covered in melted chocolate fudge and begging to call you daddy hot!), but sex wasn’t like other normal needs. Nope, Randy had recently discovered that once your lusty needs were met, then they only needed to be met some more. And the devastating heatwave brutalizing the town of Danover only made it worse, Randy’s sex drive, which would have challenged Wilt Chamberlain’s, had been magnified geometrically by his encounter with the twenty-something sexpot who demanded he now call her “Auntie” Dale, and so he ached to get some more, any kind. Seriously, he’d have fucked his granny if she’d been so inclined.

And so Randy most definitely was going to find a way to take advantage of the diamond opportunity that had just fallen into his lap.

Heh, my lap! That’s where my dick is! Yeah, dude! Gonna get her in my lap!

So he had parlayed the situation with devastatingly erotic results, and coerced little Kat into masturbating in front of him while he sat and watched. She had jiggered herself standing up with her other hand still stuck in the big change-packed water bottle.

It had been incredible!

But Randy, bless his innocent little heart, was only getting started. Why? Because that was a total lie, his heart was far, far from innocent.

But Kat’s was.

But not for long, if Randy had his way, and things were looking good! Because again they were now upstairs in Dr. Gurns bedroom, him sitting on the bed, while the ginger teen stood before him, gaze downcast because she had just agreed to ... anything.

Yep, Randy had managed to pull it off! He had snatched some hundreds from Gurns hidie-hole and refused to put them back, which would most likely get poor Kat blamed for the theft. And the price for returning her world back to the realm of hopeful sanity was ... her.

Though Kat had of course been quite hesitant to give him what he wanted.

“I still ... I still don’t know-” she nearly whispered, trembling where she stood, and he had cut her off with a non-caring shrug, which was actually quite the opposite to how he actually was currently feeling inside.

He cared! Oh yeah, Randy really cared!

But he assumed his most nonchalant tone, and the fact that his voice remained so steady surprised even him. Kev was the calm one in the face of mortal danger, not Randy. Heterson could face down any bully, was unperturbed by any attempts by a teacher to intimidate him, he was a fuckin ROCK compared to Randy.

But perhaps a bit of his blonde friend’s superior confidence had rubbed off on him when they were banging his Auntie Dale down in the basement a week earlier, because again the steadiness of Randy’s voice would have impressed the slimiest of televangelists.

“You can take your chances with the Doc.” he suggested with a bored raise of his shoulders, “Maybe she won’t notice the cash is missing.”

That had been the final death blow to Kat’s resistance and with a soft husky sigh that made his nuts go hard as walnuts she had given in and simply conceded the one word he was so desperate to hear:

“Okay...”

Oh happy fucking day! YES! Gonna get me some! DUDE! Gonna fuck her!

He swallowed carefully, terrified that he’d give off the wrong kind of body language and ruined the deal before it had even begun, then carefully, with what he hoped was deadpan delivery, he repeated his command from before.

“Strip for me. Take your clothes off.”

Copper-topped Kat pursed her lips pale lips, then squared her narrow shoulders and taking a deep breath unslung the green canvas paperbag, set it carefully down on the carpet beside her, then bending to tug the bows free, she kicked off her battered Reebok sneakers and tugged off her socks.

That at least felt nice, they had been itching her something fierce ever since she had gotten off her bike in front of this house what seemed like ten thousand hours ago, even though it had really been less then forty-five minutes ago.

While she stared down, she made fists with her little piggly toes in the thick shag carpet, first with the ones on her left foot, then with the one on the right. The A/C was no longer on, Gurns had turned it off before leaving the house, but the bedroom still retained a cool chill, and the carpet was like velvet ice against the bottoms of Kat’s little feet, it felt so nice.

In fact, she would have loved to roll around on it, and knowing her luck she might just be doing that pretty soon, though not in a way she particularly anticipated in a positive fashion.

Oh boy, I’m in deep trouble here, yep...

Straightening up, Kat saw Randy was staring at her with hungry eyes, and it frightened her, while also filling her with another sort of alien feeling, she couldn’t put her finger on what it was. But it made her stomach tingle. And ... other parts of her.

Oh my gosh, I can’t believe I’m actually doing this! Stripping? Stripping?! STRIPPING! And for--for Randy Blavin! Uck! Randy Blavin is going to see me b-bare naked!

It wasn’t like she had a choice in the matter though...

So she resolved herself to getting it over with and gripping the bottom of her tank top she pulled it up and over her head, then dropped it and unbuttoned her cut-offs, pushed them down with her panties and kicked them away, then straightening up she reached behind her back and unhooked her training bra, pulled it off and dropped it onto the carpet with the rest of her clothes.

Randy groaned loudly as she stood before him absolutely naked. Kat wasn’t even trying to cover herself, she just kept her arms at her sides, eyes cast down in embarrassment again.

“Awesome...” breathed Randy, “You’re so fucking hot!”

Kat blushed red, making her freckles stand out even more, and shuffled her bare feet in the shag carpet that was as white as she was pure.

Randy stared her up-and-down, his stomach flip-flopping like an acrobat on crack, and he couldn’t believe he was coming to this conclusion, but Kat Nierce was somehow even more of a babe then Dale Solcord. How was that friggin possible?! He had no idea, but he was way more hard for her then he had been even when he’d been fucking Kev’s aunt, and she looked like she had just sprang from the center of a Hustler magazine, while Pippi Longstockings here was a damn matchstick with barely any tits to speak of and the only curves she was currently sporting were in her cherub cheeks.

Shit though, lookit those dimples. Imagine them flexing as she s-sucked on my dick!

Maybe it’s because she doesn’t want to do it? That I forced her into doing this? Plus, she’s a virgin--uhhhhh! So that must be multiplying her fuckability factor into the stratosphere. I dunno, who the hell cares anyway? She’s naked and I’m gonna do nasty things to every part of her body if I can get away with it so what the fuck am I doing wasting time philosophizing about the hows and whys and lets get to the SCREWING!