She caught her breath and whispered huskily. "Let-let me rub my titties against your chest while we're fucking."
"No!" he objected. "Stay right up there. Sit up-right and ride me. Let me feel it!"
Her mouth was open while she stared hotly down into his face. Although she was motionless, the spasms and contractions of her vaginal channel around his cock keened the wondrous sensations. "Sure, I know," she panted. "You want to watch me-watch me in this black nightie."
He shoved his quivering buttocks together and powered his pelvis upwards. The top of her head rose a couple of inches higher, and the additional probing of his cock into her honeyed depths made the sensations exquisite.
"It feeeeels so goood," he mumbled. "I'm ready to come."
"No-no!" she answered. "You can't. Not yet. Wait for me!"
She'd begun to move up and down on top of him, riding him slow and easy. While she spoke the tempo increased; the movements punched his thick long hardness in and out of her.
"That's good, Brad! Deep and wonderful! Your cock's way up inside of me-it's wild-terrific-ohhhhhh, it's sooooo good!"
She bobbed energetically up and down. Under the black silk her tits jiggled and bounced. The hard, distended tips of her nipples rubbed sensuously against the inside of the nightie. The rapturous tingling across her chest matched the wonderful keening of her orgasm.
Brad began to writhe beneath her. Weakly he continued to punch his pelvis up and down because his entire body was now a captive of the overpowering sensations. Within his groin he felt the slow and delicious ballooning of his come. Slowly it moved through base of his foamy cock and welled up his tingling staff.
He stared hungrily at the bobbing blonde head attached to the dark, lusty body. Penny whimpered incoherently. Her rolling buttocks mauled his crotch; the clutching grip of her spasming cunt ripped the semen out of the end of his straining shaft.
"Come with me!" he grunted.
"Yesssssss," Penny wailed. "Nowwwwww."
The peak of his come became more exquisite. Her pelvis twitched and the circular motion of her vaginal channel became a suctioning whirlpool around his jetting cock.
His eyes closed and his body shuddered through a long and enduring climax. Vaguely he realized that Penny had settled her weight on top of him.
Minutes ago he'd wanted her to remain upright so that he could see her dusky shrouded body. Now the touch of her hot body and heated silk pressed against his tingling skin intensified the orgiastic sensations.
Erratically his hands rubbed the hot silkiness that filmed her back. Hot nipples dug into his chest. His hands slid down to her buttocks. The heated cheeks of her ass quivered under his mauling hands. Each time he squeezed the moist mounds her clutching cunt spasmed around his imbedded cock. It responded briefly before it weakened again, and he knew that before long it would slip out of her seeping pussy.
CHAPTER THREE
Brad stirred briefly. He opened his eyes just wide enough to see that it was daylight. Realizing that he'd slept through most of the morning, he closed his eyes again. He licked his lips, squirmed under the sheet, and got ready to go back to sleep. His eyes popped open again as he became aware of the urgent pounding at the front door.
He sat up in bed and shoved the hair out of his eyes. The sound at the door must have been the thing that had awakened him. He saw that Penny wasn't in bed with him, and he didn't know where she might be. The rapping on the front door continued. He got up, slipped into his robe, and then padded barefoot through the house.
Glancing out through one side of the front room drapes Brad saw the patrol car parked next to his car. Immediately he felt the knot in the pit of his stomach. He knew that, somehow, the patrol car had some connection with Penny being with him the night before.
Brad opened the front door, and then squinted into the bright sunlight. "Yes sir?"
The man was in uniform. He showed Brad some identification. Brad nodded vaguely, still not certain whether the man was a deputy sheriff or a state trooper. It didn't matter. Brad's car had attracted the officer's attention; and the officer had stopped to check out Brad, and to find out what he was doing there.
"Just a minute."
Brad went back into the house. He brought out the letter which the Warren's had provided him, confirming that they'd given him permission to spend his vacation in their home.
"Okay," the officer finally said and returned the letter to Brad. "We like to keep an eye on things. You understand."
"Sure."
"When did you arrive?"
"Yesterday-Saturday. About noon."
The officer shoved back his shoulders. His star glinted in the sunlight and the gun belt creaked softly. "You didn't happen to see anyone around here-since you arrived?"
Brad shook his head. "I didn't really expect to see anyone. This place is really isolated."
"Yep, it sure is. There's a school not far from here. One of the students turned up missing last night. They called in the report this morning." The officer started to leave. "We figure she just went home during the vacation-without telling anyone about it. But if you see a young blonde girl wandering around, give us a call."
"Sure." Brad nodded. He didn't close the front door until the patrol car had disappeared from view.
Then he closed the door, locked it, and strode through the house, searching for Penny. He couldn't find her, not even in the basement. He came upstairs and went into the kitchen to fix some coffee.
There he found a penciled note, stuck under the scotch bottle on the sideboard. "Be back soon. P."
He shredded the piece of paper into tiny bits and dropped it into the commode. He took a leak and then flushed everything down the drain.
While he filled the percolator with water and spooned in the coffee he thought about Penny. Now he knew that she'd sneaked away from the school. Last night she'd denied it; but the officer's visit had proved that she'd lied.
Brad showered, and when he'd finished the coffee was done. He poured himself a steaming cup, sat down at the breakfast bar and sipped it black. Its color reminded him of the nightie which Penny had slipped into just before dinner the night before. Idly his hand went to his crotch. Gently he rubbed his cock, expecting it to be sore and sensitive. Instead he found that it was partially erected, as though it thrived on the fucking it had savored the day before. Brad's eyes brightened as he remembered balling Penny on the couch while she wore the sheer, black nightie.
Afterwards they'd shared the pot of stew and then gone to bed. She'd curled her hot, naked body into his arms, and she'd fallen asleep almost immediately. He must have dropped off shortly thereafter. Sometime during the night he'd awakened.
Penny was curled up on her side, with her back turned towards him. The rounded ass cheeks were pressed against his belly; his thickened cock was snuggled into the juncture at the back of her thighs. Gently he put an arm around her and placed his hand over her delicious heated breast. Her hand closed over his, firming his palm against the nipple. She squirmed sleepily, and Brad grinned, thinking that when he awakened in the morning he'd screw her like this, from the back.
And now as Brad got up and poured himself another cup of coffee he didn't know when Penny had departed, where she'd gone, or why. But he knew that she would return. Because she'd promised, in the note she'd left behind.
He shaved, then ate a leisurely breakfast of three eggs, steak, and toast. By the time he'd washed up all the soiled dishes it was mid-afternoon. Penny still hadn't returned and he began to wonder what had happened to her. After roaming aimlessly through the quiet and empty house for a while, he went outside, deciding to take a walk.