Chapter 11

Brad kissed the women goodbye and shook hands with Eddie next morning and, just before he left, said to them all: "Maybe if I can't make it back here in a few weeks, I can fly down to Susan's, instead. Think about that, kids, Beth."

Then he was gone to the taxi, and there was a hole in their lives. Beth turned on the dishwasher and Eddie helped his sister dust and vacuum, since nobody wanted the servants back as yet. It had been a long night for everybody; he and Brad had taken turns on the women, after that second hurried climaxing with the four of them blended together. Brad had fucked his sister dog fashion, while Linda rode Eddie's prick like an eager jockey. Then they changed over, dipping their shafts alternately into the plush, mellow cunt and the excited young pussy. They had run out of gas somewhere around midnight, eaten a late snack, showered and gone to bed - Eddie with his Auntie Beth and Brad with his niece, to spend the rest of the night as they pleased.

Now they would have to adjust their ways of loving and return to a trio. Which wasn't all that bad, Eddie admitted; he didn't mind being stud to his sister and aunt, and they could ball themselves if either of them felt slighted. It wasn't as if everything was now coming to an end - as it might be, when Eddie and Linda had to go home. Thinking about the trip, Eddie knew he'd have to push his aunt into contacting somebody else.

He found her tidying up the kitchen, looking terrific in a soft robe of pale green that clung to her hips and breasts and set off the bright gleaming of her hair.

"Auntie," he said, "do you have any close women friends, married ones?"

She looked at him. "A few, Eddie. Why?"

"We need someone to take Uncle Brad's place," he said. "Not that anybody really could, but let's say a temporary replacement. I know how much fun it is for you to take other pricks besides mine, and I'll always dig putting it to some strange pussy. So I thought maybe we could get one of your friends over and work on her - or him. It might be a little more difficult, making it the first time with husband and wife together."

Beth arched one tailored eyebrow and put a hand upon her hip. "That's a great idea, Eddie, but I don't know who I'd trust enough to - wait a second; oh yes, I do! Isobel Zachary, of course. I think she's been having a few discreet affairs over the past couple of years, and besides, I've always been a little interested in her husband. Clayton is a handsome man, quite distinguished and hopefully, sexy."

"Sounds good," Eddie said. "How old are they?"

She sat down at the kitchen table and smiled at him. "Older than me. Isobel is forty, but very well kept and attractive; I'm certain you'll like her. Clayton is about five years older, greying at the temples. Funny, I never really admitted to myself that I'd ever looked at him other than as a friend. Now I'm getting excited, wondering how it will be to get my hand on his prick and to go on from there. Do you have any ideas how to go about seducing one of them? Clayton commutes to an office every day, but Isobel should be home-"

"Call her," Eddie suggested, "ask her to come over. Then after a few drinks, you can get curious about her affairs, and finally tell her what we're doing. We'll take it as it comes, then; okay?"

Nodding, Beth hurried to the phone and placed the call. Eddie gathered up his sister and they went upstairs to dress, so they would again look like innocent little kids instead of horny young sex machines. It wouldn't do, to hit this strange lady with too much at once. If she walked in and caught them bare-assed, she might cut out thinking that everybody at the Marshall house had freaked out.

"What's she look like?" Linda asked.

"Don't know," he answered. "Auntie said she was forty and attractive. Now don't go grabbing my cock or goosing me, or anything gross like that. We don't want to scare off this new cunt. And don't forget, she has a husband. Man, it'll be groovy to put the prick to a woman with her old man right there, watching his wife take my meat."

"And the other way around," Linda said. "It's something we haven't done yet, and we can use the practice. I've been thinking more about making it with mom and dad, and decided that I should be the one to make the first move. You know how dad gets about half smashed on the night mom goes out to play cards? If you stay out of the way then, I'll try to turn him on, and if he doesn't back off right away, I'll just fuck him silly before he gets a chance to think it over."

"Yeah," Eddie said thoughtfully, "then we can work around to mom, maybe even with his help, because once he gets into your hot little snatch, he won't want to get cut off. We'll plan it all out on the way home."

Isobel Zachary wore a pants suit, and Eddie blinked at the woman in astonishment, because she was about six feet tall and lean. She had hair that was black as midnight and cut in a shag, and her skin was olive and rose. She carried herself well, her back erect and her extremely long legs swinging freely, as a man might walk, and the woman seemed very self-confident. Her eyes were exotically slanted, the blue shadow enhancing them, and Eddie had to look away quickly, so she wouldn't catch him staring at her.

Damn, he thought; he hadn't expected a woman so much taller than he was, and one that was almost skinny, at that. But beneath the suit jacket and pink blouse, her tits seemed to be tip-tilted and solid, though no bigger than Linda's budding breasts. Then he thought of being wrapped into those long, tapering legs and flashed on the notion of being fucked, as a nine-year-old boy, by a grown woman.

After he and Linda were introduced, they went into the living room, supposedly to play music and such, leaving Beth and Isobel alone in the kitchen over coffee royales. But they only sneaked right back to where they could listen to the conversation between the two women.

"Well," Isobel, said in her throaty voice, "they're both very good-looking kids, and if you hadn't told me differently, I'd swear they were twins. I'm glad you called, Beth; I was bored out of my skull sitting around the house, and I've been meaning to come over and cheer you up, anyhow."

"The romance over?" Beth asked.

Eddie peeped through an ornate room divider to see Isobel tilt her dark head to one side. "You knew about that?"

"I guessed," Beth answered. "Isobel, before I say anything more, I want you to know that I've changed completely. I'm no longer the moralistic, uptight person I was. If you've finished that royale, would you like something stronger?"

"I may need it, Beth. You're already surprising me all to hell with this new liberal attitude. If I didn't know you so well, I might even think that you've taken a lover yourself. There's a radiance about you, a happy youthfulness I never expected to see."

Carefully, Eddie and Linda watched their auntie get glasses and mix drinks in them. After Isobel had sipped half of hers, Beth said, "I have taken a lover; in fact, I've had two of them."

"What? The lovely, stuffy Beth confessing to something so out of context? I can't believe it! Who is he - they? Do I know them?"

Laughing. Beth said, "You've met one of them. He's the one who started it all."

"Where did I meet a man like that? Surely, I'd remember, and - let's see, I haven't been here in about a month, when you were so down and blue. Beth, tell me who it is!"

"I'm not sure you're ready for it'" Beth said. "Better let me freshen your drink first."

Isobel was sitting bolt upright, staring at Beth; her long legs were crossed, and Eddie wished the woman were wearing a skirt, so he could get a better look at those limber stems. Linda tickled his ear, and he pushed her hand away.

"Here's to lovers," Beth toasted, lifting her glass. "And especially to a young one; a very young one."

"I'll be damned," Isobel said. "You've hired a gigolo."

Beth's laugh was like silver bells pealing. "Oh no. Money couldn't buy the delicious kind of screwing I've been getting."

The other woman drained her glass. "Now I know I'm hearing things; the snow princess said a dirty word. But you still haven't told me who; and don't think I'll be shocked, Beth Marshall. I've screwed four different men since I've been married to Clayton, and two before him. And right now, I think I'm just beginning to approach the peak of my sexual capabilities. So fire away."

"All right," Beth answered slowly. "I've been fucking the boy you just met - my nephew Eddie."

Eddie could hear Isobel swallow dryly, and there was a long, tense moment before the woman said, "I take it all back. I'm not shockproof, after all. You mean - that boy - that cute kid and you-"

"He's the horniest, most accomplished lover any woman could ask for," Beth said. "Except possibly for my brother Brad, but I'm not really comparing them; they're both terrific."

"Pour me another drink," Isobel said shakily. "And I thought I was the neighborhood swinger. How - what-"

"He crawled into my bed when I was smashed," Beth continued. "I tried to pretend that I was dreaming, but when he fucked me again the next day, it was too good for imagination. We just went on from there."

"But the little girl-"

"Oh, she's part of it, too. Eddie and Linda have been screwing each other for months now, and she seduced my brother when he came by for a quick visit. That set him up for me, in turn, and the four of us balled together for days and nights on end."

After another interval of thoughtful silence, Isobel said, "But why are you suddenly telling me all this?"