Chapter Four: The Good Times Keep Rolling
Gods, she tasted good. After eating barbecue and drinking all night, somehow Bryce's kiss tasted like strawberries.
I'm gonna eat this little vixen alive.
I could almost hear Meg whispering, "I'd join in if I could. Make that sexy tramp scream, baby."
I broke off the kiss; Bryce reached up to pull me back into it but I didn't let her move me, and when she started to lean forward I gently but firmly pushed her back, my hand in the center of her chest, right below her throat. The heel of my hand was resting just on the swell of her perfect tits.
Pouting, she submitted to my desire and stopped trying to lean forward. I smiled tenderly at her then lunged forward and locked my mouth and teeth on her neck like a starving vampire.
Her gasp and cry was loud enough to drown out the sounds of the other girls for a moment. All my attention was focused on her neck, on the velvet smoothness of her skin, the way the muscles in her throat were straining, the mild tang of her sweat.
She put a hand on the back of my head, holding on for dear life, her fingers tangled in my longish hair. Pretty much the way Keanu Reeves wore it at the end of Point Break, although I look nothing like him. Sadly. That's one handsome man.
Oh, yeah. I haven't described myself, have I? I'm six foot two inches tall, a solid 210 pounds. I'm not big and bulky, but I do have to say I'm fairly sturdy. My muscles are still pretty well defined, but I don't have a full six pack like I used to when I was in High School and in the Corps.
I stopped working out when Meg got sick and just never got back into it. Chores and Handy-man work around the house suffice to keep me in good shape, but doesn't do a lot to give my form that cut look like you see in big-budget movies.
Like many Texans, I've got mixed ancestry. My grandmother Wilhemena was Shawnee, descended from Captain Panther, a Texas Ranger in the late 1830's.
My grandmother Sarah - on my momma's side - was Comanche, descended from the famous - if you're from Oklahoma or Texas - Comanche Chief, Quanah Parker. Quanah <i>Parker</i>? Don't believe me? Google him.
Anyway, that double-dose of quarter-Native-American in my genetic makeup has to explain the way I look. I have a "classic European/Native" facial structure - that's how Meg always described it. During the winter, my skin at base is fairly pale, but once spring rolls around and I start spending more time outside, my skin tans to that iconic Native-American bronze. My hair is, as I said, longish, and it's black and wavy without a single gray strand so far. Also, I have little to no body hair. Which I love because I fucking
hate
having to shave. Takes me going a week without a razor to grow a "Five o'clock shadow." I love it. And what little body hair I have naturally, I remove with Nair.
My eyes, though, are pure northern European, although a bit unusual. They're light grey, and they're probably my favorite thing about me.
I guess I have a pretty unusual look to me, and I'm pretty happy with myself, overall. My Native ancestry gave me a bit of grief, though. My nickname in the Corps was, of course, "Tonto." That's ok, though. The redneck prick who saddled me with that? I got him back. He was the reincarnation of Jim Neighbors so I stuck that son of a bitch with "Gomer Pyle." You could
see
the steam coming out of his ears any time someone would call him that.
So anyway, that's how I look. Not super handsome or anything, but I guess, considering the fact that I was apparently building a harem of wet, willing, drop-fucking-dead sexy barely-legal teens, I looked good enough to be getting on with.
Where was I?
Oh yeah. Kissing, licking, sucking, and biting on Bryce's neck. That little girl was moaning so loud, and writhing so hard, I thought she might wiggle right off the deck-chair.
I mentally stepped back and gave a bow, a shit-eating grin on my face in my imagination, as Bryce suddenly cried out, every muscle in her body tensing up except her thighs. Those were shuddering like she'd stepped on an electric fence. Her left hand had made a fist in my hair and her right hand was digging into my shoulder so hard I was bleeding, I found out later. My little punk fuck fairie was coming!
Damn, I'm good!
My left hand was on her face and my right was on her waist. I hadn't touched her breasts or her quim, or anywhere else. So that orgasm right there was
just
from my mouth on her neck. I'd never felt prouder of myself - or more of a man - than I did at that moment.
As Bryce shuddered through her release I looked behind me to discover that Beth apparently
loved
Yelena's pussy. Yelena was on her back on the chair, legs in the air, with Beth's mouth doing nice things to her clit while she fucked Yelena's delectable little quim with three fingers. Her own legs were spread wide and I could see her trim pussy still gaping open a bit and leaking in her excitement.
Chels, eyes rolled back in her head, was digging into her own titty so hard she wound up bruising it, and she was apparently trying to fist herself, but couldn't get any further than down to her knuckles in her fantastic vagina.
Nikki -
Holy shitballs!
- Nikki had laid the deck-chair down flat and had Svetlana's face buried between her legs, and Regina was sitting on Nikki's face. The way they were arranged, I could see everything Regina had to show, and I could see Svetlana plunging two fingers in and out of her own pussy, but I couldn't see much of Nikki since Svetlana had one big tit in her hand and Regina had the other in hers. And
fuck
! did I want to see more.
Stop that, asshole!
Turning my attention back to Bryce I decided she'd had enough of a break and orally assaulted her neck again. She gasped and her grip on my head and shoulder tightened even more and she screamed out, "Oh FUCK yes!"
Laughing, I didn't stay at her neck long. I licked and sucked my way down to her right breast, licking, kissing, sucking, and teasing all over it, consciously avoiding her fat pink nipple. I shifted around so my chest was laying on her super-nova hot pussy, the liquid leaking from it slathering itself on my pecs. My right hand drifted down a bit, my fingertips lightly running over her hip and the outside of her upper thigh...right over her new tattoo.
I spent an endless time making oral love to her underboob, before taking my mouth to her left tit. Whereupon I treated it just the same as I had her right. I kept avoiding her areola and nipple.
Suddenly she grabbed two fistfuls of hair on either side of my head and yanked my face up to hers.
