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CHAPTER ONEAs she finished putting the last few bottles of beer and pop in the locker so they could cool overnight, Marcy Lennox knew that Chad Brown was watching her with greedy eyes. She had only to look at her reflection in the mirror and she could have guessed what he was looking at.But Marcy didn't have to guess what Chad was staring at; she knew. His eyes were roaming from the 39 inch breasts that jiggled every time she moved and shoved against her sweater like mountains, to the tight band of cloth that snuggled across her crotch.Or, if her back was to him, like it was now, Chad would be staring at the saucy roundness of her buttocks and at her long, lush legs, which were visible almost in their entirety beneath the faded blue shorts.At last she turned around. Slowly she stretched. She knew this did things to her body and she guessed, from the way he gulped, that it did things to Chad, too."Hurry up and finish your pop, Chad. I want to close. I've got to get home.""Why don't you let me drive you?" Marcy asked herself the same question. She knew he'd try to make out with her. But that was okay. That fitted right in with her plans. Marcy Lennox wasn't going to hang around Palmville, a little town in the west Florida panhandle, all of her life. She was going to get away just as soon as she could. And, while Chad didn't know it yet, he was going to help her.So she smiled and said: "Sure, honey, I'll ride home with you; if you're going that way.""Might as well. There's nothing else to do." Marcy knew what he meant. Even if she was only 16 and her father still thought she was a baby, she knew a lot. For instance, she knew what Chad Brown and Marylou Williams did together every night.Except Marylou had been out of town for two weeks. And since Chad was used to getting his loving regularly, he was trying to get Marcy to substitute for Marylou. He could afford to mess around with Marcy since she was just a cracker; and, after all, they weren't anything but trash.And yet, Marcy Lennox was different from most crackers, much to Chad's disappointment. She had proved willing to neck like mad and pet up a storm; but that was as far as Chad had been able to get.Marcy turned off the lights, leaving one small bulb burning as was the custom, then locked the door to the small building that was a combination lunch counter and bait store, and which provided her and her father with a living.Slowly she and Chad walked to his Chrysler convertible and he held the door for her, then walked around and vaulted into the car. Marcy sloughed down in the seat as he backed out of the parking lot and then she turned on the radio, switching the dial to a rock'n'roll show. With an air of familiarity she opened the glove compartment and took out the bottle she .knew would be there.The fiery moonshine was still burning in Marcy's stomach when Chad turned off the road and pulled into a clearing. He killed the lights and the engine and reached for her and she came to him willingly. Expertly he parted her lips with his tongue and calmly unbuttoned her sweater. As soon as it was parted he reached for her bared breasts and. Marcy twisted until she lay across him while he teased the nipples with his fingers.They kissed for a long time and then Chad moved his lips downward. As his mouth moved back and forth across her breasts, he ran his hand tentatively down Marcy's slightly rounded belly until he saw that she wasn't going to stop him.Then he undid the button and zipper on the shorts she had made from a pair of her father's old blue jeans. Once he had tugged them a half inch or so down her broad hips, he slipped his hand into her panties and began immediately to caress the crease of flesh that lay under a thick blanket of hair at the base of her torso.However, when he tried to ease her shorts and panties completely off a few minutes later, Marcy moved her hand from his neck and stopped him."That's enough, Chad; you'd better take me home now," she said; swinging away and fixing her clothes. Chad swore angrily under his breath and started the car, knowing that he was licked. Not that he couldn't have achieved his desire by strength if persuasion wasn't enough. But Marcy had an answer for that, an even better answer than her sharp nails she had a father who would kill anybody who he thought had had his daughter.So Chad turned back onto the tar road and started towards Marcy's house. Then he felt Marcy slide over until she was leaning against him. Calmly she undid his fly and touched his swollen manhood, drawing it from his trousers. Chad slammed on the brakes and let Marcy manipulate him, scaling her hand up and down until he was forced to arch his back and gulp air at the intense feeling she produced.However, when the car stopped at the dirt road that led to the Lennox's shack Marcy wouldn't let him drive her any closer because she didn't want her father to know that she had anything to do with boys she kissed him so feverishly and rubbed against him so eagerly that the favor she had done him with her hands was wasted. And Chad just hoped that Marylou would get home soon.The next morning, Marcy got up early and crammed her lush body into last year's bathing suit. She had added several inches to her bust and hips since the suit had fitted properly and it clung to her so tightly that if she had had a pimple, it would have shown. Marcy Lennox didn't have any pimples; so, none showed. However, everything else did.Donny Jones was just too aware of how well everything showed as Marcy Lennox ran down the beach towards him. like Chad Brown, Donny was trying to get something going with Marcy; like Chad he wasn't getting as far as he wanted.Donny threw his cigarette into the Gulf and lay back on the blanket as Marcy threw herself down on him and let her tongue become a darting shaft of fire in his mouth. Slowly his hands ran over her back, kneaded the firm flesh of her buttocks, then tugged at the zipper in the back of her suit. Marcy sat up then and shook her shoulders, causing the top of her suit to fall away, revealing her large breasts, with their half-dollar size circles around the thick nipples.Bare to the waist she returned to Donny's embrace and thrilled as his hands started stroking her breasts and his mouth met hers. A few minutes went past and then one of Donny's hands crept downward under the tight cloth of her swimsuit. Marcy ran one of her hands under Donny's trunks.Then Donny's hand reached the tangled mat of hair that proclaimed Marcy's womanhood and she gasped and gripped his hard passion with a tighter hold. His fingers began to move and hers did the same; then their hands picked up speed, moved faster and faster. Suddenly they went wild as they thrilled each other.At last they were composed and Donny, as he lit cigarettes, asked her: "When are you going to do more than this kid's stuff?"Marcy grinned at him and replied, "Come to the stand after I close tonight ... and, Donny, bring some money. Bring lots of money."An hour later, after she had left Donny and changed, Marcy Lennox was boarding the houseboat home of John Fisher, a retired Army man. Marcy cleaned John's houseboat every morning, and every morning he tried to talk her into going to bed with him. Every morning she refused. But, this morning she told him the same thing she had told Donny. And John was just as amazed as Donny had been.And so was Chad Brown when Marcy called him and gave him the same message.Marcy surprised one other person that morning. He was Judge Kramer and he and Marcy had never met; although they knew who the other was. And one of the things that Marcy knew about Judge Kramer was that he had a hankering after young girls. So she wrote him a note:Judge, If you're not busy tonight, you might come by Hank Lennox's store. Bring lots of money. I have a proposition that should interest you.Marcy Lennox As usual, Hank Lennox left the store at eight and went home. Marcy closed half-an-hour earlier than usual and when the four men arrived at ll, she was through getting ready to open in the morning.She led Donny, Chad, John and the Judge into the backroom of the building and gave them all a cold beer. As they sipped from the bottles, she knew what they were thinking. They were wondering what was on her mind and why the other three men were there.Marcy soon explained. "With the exception of the Judge there, all of you've been chasing me, trying to get what you could. Right?"They nodded and she continued, "I don't know why the Judge hasn't gotten around to chasing me..."A mere oversight, my dear. One that I'll rectify immediately," Judge Kramer interrupted her to say.Marcy smiled. "Then I guess I could say that all of you want to get me in bed?" There were murmurs of agreement as Marcy's hands went to the buttons of the coat she was wearing. The men wondered why she was wearing a raincoat indoors, in the middle of July.Then the buttons were undone and Marcy shrugged the coat off and they saw why; Marcy didn't have anything else on.The four men stared at the beauty before their eyes. At the contrast between her arms and legs which were tanned a dark brown and the white of her torso. Their eyes devoured the large breasts which were tipped by circles of dark red and thick, pebble-hard nipples. Eagerly their eyes swept down to Marcy's incredibly narrow waist and the sleek belly. Then four pairs of eyes moved to the wide hips and the full thighs, to the curvy calves and the dainty ankles. Then the eyes moved back to the golden fringe between Marcy's thighs and the men drooled as they thought of the treasure and the sweetness concealed there.Marcy turned then, moving ever so slowly until she had completed a half circle and they could inspect with their eyes the jutting mass of her buttocks.Once again she moved in a half circle, and now the lust in the eyes of the men was undeniable. Marcy said lightly: "Am I right in assuming you like what you see?"There were hearty murmurs of agreement and she continued. "For the benefit of the Judge, I'd like to say something that the rest of you know. Namely, that I'm a virgin!""Now; shall we start the auction?"The Judge blurted out the question that was in all their minds. "Just what are you auctioning?"Marcy chuckled, ran her hands seductively over her body, tweaked her nipples and drawled, "What do you think, Judge?""What are the terms?" Donny asked, in a breathless voice."Cash on the barrelhead. And whoever is high bidder gets to stay until 7:30 tomorrow morning. Pa gets here at eight, you know.""Won't your father wonder where you are tonight?""He thinks I'm staying at a girl friend's, helping her sew a dress."Now, will one of you start the bidding with $50?" It turned out that all of them would.The bidding went fast and furious until only the Judge and John Fischer were left, since Chad had dropped out when the bid went past $250 and Donny when it reached $400."$615," said Judge Kramer, reaching his limit."$620," answered John. The Judge's heart sank. And then Donny was kneeling beside him, whispering to him.It took a second for Donny's voice to sink in and then the Judge heard him say: "You know that little cove I own, Judge?" The Judge knew very well. It bordered on his estate and would fit perfectly at the end of his lawn. He'd been trying to buy it for a couple of years and had offered $550 the last time he'd talked to Donny about it. He nodded that he knew and Donny went on, "Give me $600 and it's yours. I'll come by tomorrow and sign the papers."As the Judge reached for his wallet, Donny whispered, "Watch Fisher's face."John was beginning to count out his payment when Donny stood up and drawled, "I'll bid $I,000."The other four mouths dropped open. Marcy looked questioningly at Fisher, who shook his head. Casually she asked, "Would the rest of you like to reserve me for a night. At your highest bid, of course."There was agreement, and Marcy said, "Then I'll see you tomorrow, John; you on Thursday, Judge; and you on Friday, Chad.""What about Saturday?"Marcy shrugged. "I'll let you know." She walked to the door and let John, Chad and the Judge out; locked the door and turned to Donny. He looked at the surplus Army cot in the corner and shook his head."Not here," he said, "not for your first time." Marcy crossed to him and pressed the length of her ripe body to his as she kissed him. His arms came around her and moved his hands down her body to grip her resilient buttocks. Slowly his tongue probed the inside of her mouth until Marcy ran her hands through her hair and started tickling his ears. Then she tugged at the lobes and Donny shoved her away and swore: "Damn! Get some clothes on and let's get out of here before I end up laying you on that cot despite my good intentions."Marcy hurriedly slipped into her panties and shorts and pulled a polo shirt over her upper body.She shoved her bra into her purse, unlocked the door, flipped the night latch on and the light off and started to pull the door shut as Donny stepped outside. But then she stopped and held out her hand: The money, Donny?"He thrust a wad of bills at her, pulled out his wallet and gave her some more. "I'll be right back," Marcy said as she entered the darkened storeroom. She was true to her word and a few seconds later and she and Donny were walking, with their arms linked, to his MGA."Why are you doing this?" Donny asked as they drove away."I want to get out of town. And that takes money. I have some saved, but not enough. And I knew that the way things were going, with you and Chad and John all after me, before long I'd end up giving it to one of you or having one of you be half drunk and take it. So I figured: Why not make it pay off?"I didn't think I'd get as much as I will. But I figured I'd get enough so, come Sunday, I could be on the bus heading out of town.""Why Sunday?""Pa gets drunk on Saturday night and won't miss me. The store isn't opened and he won't know I'm gone until Monday when I don't show up."Donny slipped his arm around her and Marcy nestled her head on his shoulder and whispered, as Donny turned into the road that led to his trailer, "I hope you won't think I'm just saying this, Donny, but, if I had just let somebody do it to me; it probably would have been you." Donny braked to a stop, took her head in his hands and kissed her.In a second though, he released her, sprang from the car and moved to open the door on her side. They walked to the trailer and Marcy noted that his hands trembled as he unlocked the door.Then they were inside and wrapped in an embrace, with Donny's hands molding her hips to his as he kissed her. But it was another short and chaste kiss and Marcy couldn't figure out what was going on when Donny stepped away and asked her if she wanted a drink."Sure. A little Bourbon and ginger ale." Marcy paused, then asked, "Shall I get undressed?""No. I mean, what's your hurry? We've got all night, don't we? I want to go slow and easy and make your first time one you'll remember ... and enjoy."Marcy smiled at him and started towards the couch. Then she saw the record player. She indicated it with her thumb. "May I?""Sure. But I don't have any rock'n'roll. The closest I come is some Ray Charles.""I don't think rock'n'roll is appropriate," she said as she flipped through his albums. Somehow, Donny didn't figure that the Ornette Coleman, Jimmy Giuffre, Prince LaSha and Yusef Lateef albums that she had selected were the type of music that would do anything other than irritate her. He certainly didn't think they were the type of music she would choose to loose her virginity to. He was wrong on both counts.The exotic, eerie sounds of the jazz started to work on her nerves and Marcy began to feel out of context with her world. Here she was, sitting alone with a man in his home, sipping a drink and listening to music that was unlike anything she heard on the radio. A sense of unreality prevailed as far as she was concerned.It didn't even seem like it was Marcy Lennox who was sitting in Donny Jones's trailer. It was, she knew, but a new Marcy Lennox. A Marcy Lennox that no one had ever known before. She finished her drink and sat the empty glass on the table at her end of the couch. Then she stretched.Donny Jones ran his eyes down her body as she did so; ran his eyes over her out-thrust breasts, over the thin strip of bare flesh that showed between the bottom of her polo shirt and the top of her shorts, over the bountiful hips which the shorts clung to, over the slight protrudence at the top of her crotch, over the long, tanned legs which ended in dainty ankles and small feet.Hurriedly Donny tossed down the rest of his drink and sat his glass out of the way. Then his hands caught Marcy by the shoulders and drew her to him. There was no urgency in his action as his lips sought hers; just as there was no urgency in the way she moved to him and yielded her lips to his.Their arms locked around each other's bodies and the two pairs of lips started to move as two pairs of hands began to wander over broad backs. The intensity of the kiss slowly increased and, as Donny's tongue invaded her mouth, Marcy moved one of her hands up to his head and pressed his lips harder to hers as her fingers ran through his hair. Then her hand began to tug at the lobe of his ear and Donny ran a hand down her back, pausing to squeeze and knead the flesh of her buttocks briefly, before he moved the hand down her leg.For a while he caressed her foot and ankle, but then he turned his attention to her calve. A few more minutes passed and then his lips left Marcy's and began to move around his face as his hand reached her thigh.Still more minutes passed and Donny's lips moved to her neck. His tongue crept out to tickle her flesh just as the fingers on her thigh were doing. Marcy began to nibble at his earlobe and he tightened his grip on her thigh. She shifted a little and parted her legs slightly so he could get his fingers under her shorts.But Donny went past the top of her thigh, moved his hand over her hips and under her polo shirt. It didn't take Donny long to get his hand, up to her breast, but it seemed like an eternity to Marcy.Her breasts were already swollen taut from his caressing her leg and now, as his mouth closed over hers, his hand fitted itself to the underside of her breast and pressed upwards as if he were weighing the pear shaped mound of flesh.The movement pushed Marcy's extended nipple over the rough cloth of her polo shirt and made her shiver. It had been a long time since someone had fondled her breast without baring it first and this added to the excitement that was slowly but relentlessly building up within her.Donny's thumb and forefinger caught one of her nipples and began to move it around, and Marcy forced his tongue out of her mouth with the wildness of her kiss. As it retreated, her tongue advanced, until it was lodged in his mouth and Donny started to suck upon it.Then his other hand moved under her polo shirt and slid to her other breast. Both hands squeezed. Marcy moved forward with a surge, forcing Donny back against the leatherette couch. One of her legs swung between his and she pressed tightly against him, while her hands moved between their bodies and started to unbutton his shirt.Donny's hands left her breasts and moved to the bottom of her polo shirt. As she pulled his shirt open, he pushed hers up, over her head. He slipped out of his shirt and then, slowly, he maneuvered them until Marcy was on her back and he was above her.Once again his hands cupped her breasts briefly before he began to worry her nipples. Once again his lips left hers and moved across her face. Then they moved down her neck, back and forth over her shoulders, down to her breasts.His mouth moved over her flesh, around her breasts and between them. Then they went up the large mounds and closed lightly over a nipple. Marcy stiffened and arched her back. Her hands moved to Donny's waist and began to frantically undo his belt and open his trousers."What's the hurry?" Donny asked. "We can go easy. Let's take it slow.""Not too slow," Marcy gasped.And, as her hands reached his massive passion, Donny replied, "No, not too slow." He lifted his hips and let Marcy slide his trousers and under-shorts off. At the same time he worked the button at the side of her shorts and then pulled down the zipper. Calmly his hands went under the elastic at the back of her panties and he caught her buttocks and dug his fingers into the firm flesh.At that Marcy gasped, then hurriedly lifted her hips to let him pull the garments that remained from her body. And then Donny brought his mouth back to hers and moved his hands back to her breasts. But, after he squeezed them, only one hand remained above her waist. The other hand crawled over her belly and kept going down.When his hand reached her womanhood, Marcy felt her hips start to shift involuntarily and she tightened her arms around him to let him know how much she wanted what was to come.There was the barest contact at first, but gradually Donny touched her naked sex more freely. Instinctively, unconsciously, her body took up the primitive rhythm of love and Marcy suddenly wrenched her mouth free from Donny's and muttered thickly, "Donny ... please!"He recognized the desperate urgency in her voice and gathered her up into his arms, then carried her into the next room.A dim light from the living room filtered in and revealed the oversize bed which dominated this room. Gently Donny stretched Marcy out in the center of the bed, then lay beside her.Gently Donny parted her legs and continued his caresses, stroking the secret flesh between her thighs until Marcy was ready to scream with need.Her teeth nipped at his shoulder and Donny knew she was ready. So, gently, he moved over body. And still more gently he introduced her to full womanhood.But, despite his gentleness, Marcy moaned with pain as he sank into her heated body. Donny shifted slightly and pulled back from her. But he didn't leave her completely.His hands and mouth continued to move over her and gradually the pain receeded within her loins and desire replaced it. Marcy's hips began to churn beneath Donny's and her legs wrapped around him and pulled him forward.He still went slowly, gently, letting her set the tempo; but he matched her movement for movement, picking up speed with every stroke since her hips were increasing their rate of rise and fall.Marcy moved faster and so did Donny.Her breath grew shorter and so did his.Then Marcy began to murmur. "Yes ... Yes ... Yes ... Oh, yesyesyes. Donny! Donny! Oh, God. Donnydonnydonny!" Her voice broke. And she realized that Donny was babbling incoherently also.Once again Marcy's hips picked up speed and still Donny matched her.And then the world exploded for her as it did for him and she screamed as loudly as he did.The world exploded several more times before daylight. They would sleep for a brief while and then one of them would wake up, wake the other and they would make love and sleep again.Marcy woke from instinct when sunlight entered the room. She yawned, then sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stretched. Behind her Donny woke up. He watched silently as she padded into the living room. Then he called: "Hey, Marcy. Come back here a minute."She appeared in the doorway, clad only in her thin panties, with her pocketbook and the rest of her clothes in her hand. Calmly she walked to the edge of the bed and stuck her feet into her shorts as she sat down."What are you doing up this early," Donny asked her. It was only 6:30."I always get up this early. I have to ... That's right!" Realization of where she was and why she was there hit her. "I don't have to fix breakfast for Pa.""No. And you don't have to worry about him catching you in the storeroom."And I don't think John'll mind if you don't clean for him this morning." Donny's hand came up around her and covered her breasts. Marcy kicked off her shorts and twisted around to fall on him. Their mouths fused in a heated kiss and their hands raced over each other's bodies, stroking skillfully until they were panting heavily and wanting each other as much as they ever had. They acted as if there were only seconds left for them to live and they wanted to take advantage of them.