They were too carried away with their own sensual bliss, though. As Helen sucked the last drop of sperm from the big cock in her mouth and licked the head, Robbie groaned and pitched over on his side, carrying her light frame with him.
"Oh, baby, that was the greatest!" he panted.
Recovering quickly, Helen twisted around and came up to lie in his arms, her lips now against his as they both panted their way back to normal.
Sue Robin was doubled over, quivering out the final throbs of her own climax, her mouth slack and her body as limp as she dared allow it to become. She had to collapse, she felt. As silent as the river itself, she moved slowly out until the water was over her head. Then she rolled onto her back and floated into the covering darkness of midstream, languid and at least partly satisfied.
CHAPTER FIVE
Hardly had Sue Robin got back to her room than the phone rang.
"Hello."
"Sis? How are things going?"
"Okay, Buz. How about you?"
"Oh, so-so. You know."
She smiled into the mouthpiece. He didn't sound like he was exactly suffering; he must've made out with some old girl friend.
"Look, Buz, Aunt Clarinda wants you to stay away for at least another week and a half. Can you manage it?"
"What's that witch up to now?"
"Watch your tongue, Buz! She's a sweet old lady -- and you know darn well if you talk out of the wrong side of your mouth she'll work a spell on you."
"Come off it, Sis! You don't believe all that crap."
"Well, never mind now, whether she can or not. Just stay away eight or nine more days." Her voice became teasing. "You're not hurting, are you, honey?"
He chuckled. Then, "What the hell will I tell Pa? He thinks I'm nuts for staying away from the nuptial couch of my new bride. If he only knew!"
"You can think of something, Buz. Now, you just call me in about eight or nine days. Y'heah?"
"Okay. Goodnight, Sis."
"Goodnight, honey."
Two days later in the early afternoon Mary Beth telephoned Sue Robin.
"I've got this awful crick in my back again, Sue Robin. Would you be a dear and give me another massage?"
Molasses, warm, slow-flowing molasses, Sue Robin thought as she listened to the sultry voice begging. That woman's got more sex appeal bundled up in her beautiful body than a dozen normal women. Well, some of it was beginning to leak out.
"Okay, Mary Beth. I'll be over in about fifteen minutes."
The voluptuous brunette was again wearing the shortie housecoat when Sue Robin entered the living room. Soft music was playing from skillfully concealed speakers, and Sue Robin spotted the bottle of chilled wine and two glasses at once, in the middle of the coffee table.
"I thought we might sample a bottle of Bobby Lee's wine," Mary Beth said apologetically.
"Why not, honey?" Sue Robin exclaimed breezily. Dammit, why did the woman have to act so embarrassed about enjoying herself. She poured the pink wine into the glasses and handed one to Mary Beth.
"Happy days," she said, and took a long swallow. At least, she decided, Buz was expert at selecting wines.
"The Alligator party will be in about a week, Mary Beth. It'll be over at Sasser's Cove, I reckon. A lot of us will be getting back to college, and it'll be our last fling of the summer, you might say. You're going, aren't you?"
Mary Beth puckered her full velvety lips in thought. "I don't know, Sue Robin. If Bobby Lee is back by then, I'm sure we'll go. But he called this morning and said he'd be delayed for several days. Business! Business! I declare!"
Sue Robin smiled. "Hell, honey, if he's not back, you and I'll go together. Nothing wrong in that. An we haven't missed a single reunion party since we were sophomores in high school."
They finished their wine. Mary Beth stood up, and turning away from Sue Robin, she pulled off the housecoat. The tall blonde stared. Her sister-in-law was completely naked. She wasn't even wearing the wispy bikini panties.
"It hurts way down here." Mary Beth's big brown eyes looked back over her shoulder at Sue Robin as she pointed with her finger how far down her spine the pain was.
She's apologizing for being naked, Sue Robin thought. She felt like shouting, Damnit girl, enjoy it! But she said nothing.
Mary Beth stretched out face down on the couch, and Sue Robin dusted some body powder in the palms of her hands, then began stroking lightly down the satiny back stretched before her. She kneaded carefully around the very base of Mary Beth's spine, parting the firm-cushioned asscheeks as she did so. Soon the brunette was as relaxed as if she were asleep.
After working all up and down her sister-in-law's back, Sue Robin got out her vibrator and played it around the back of Mary Beth's neck and across her shoulders. Contented purrs arose from the couch.
"Honey," Sue Robin said, "we've got a date next Thursday night."
"What, you mean, a date?" Mary Beth murmured drowsily.
"Aunt Clarinda is having a special meeting and we're invited."
"A meeting!" The relaxed body tensed. Obviously Mary Beth had heard whispered rumors about the old witch's "meetings". "Are you sure?"
"Don't worry," Sue Robin said soothingly, caressing lower along the spine with the vibrator. "We'll be together. Nobody's gonna get hurt. Aunt Clarinda's taken care of me and Bobby Lee since we were babies, when Mama died."
"Have you been to one already?" The tense back relaxed again.
Sue Robin plied the cock-shaped instrument in the small of the brunette's back, then slid it briefly into the top of the crack between her high mounded asscheeks. Mary Beth squirmed with delight.
"No. I've heard some stories. You know, people with broken hearts; women who are jealous of their men; some man who wants to get next to a special woman. You know. Aunt Clarinda does some voodoo, some hocus-pocus. Only thing, I've never heard of anybody that really told the whole story about what goes on. And I reckon you and I had better keep this a big deep dark secret, too. I don't want to be turned into a zombie, or something."
"Sounds like real fun," Mary Beth murmured, relaxing again and enjoying the sensual stimulation of the vibrating object across her buttocks and the backs of her thighs. "I'll never tell."
Sue Robin had gone at the massage more slowly this time in order to convey Aunt Clarinda's message. The old woman had given her the word that morning, briefly and with her tiger-eyes blazing up at the tall young woman. "An' you don't talk, child. You don't never talk. You don't never say a word to nobody. Neither of youngins."
"No, Aunt Clarinda," Sue Robin had promised solemnly.
Now the stimulation of the tapered cylinder was getting to Mary Beth, and she was squirming on the couch. She was ready to turn over.
I'm damned if I'm going through the frustration of masturbating her again, Sue Robin resolved, feeling the perspiration popping out of her forehead and upper lip. She patted Mary Beth's buttocks and said, "Honey, I've gotta run along now. You just keep this vibrator, and you can finish massaging around -- uh -- your neck and shoulders. I've got another one at home."
She laid the ivory-colored rod on the couch by Mary Beth's clutching hand, got up and picked up her bag. "You just stay right there and do your thing. Y'heah?"
When she reached the door she glanced back at the couch. The voluptuous brunette was twisting over on her back, her eyes closed, the vibrator held firmly in one hand. And it was already gliding down across her belly. She'll bury that thing up to the hilt in her hot pussy before I get my car started, Sue Robin thought, and hurried out.
Thursday seemed never coming to the impatient blonde. If I'm antsy, I'll bet Mary Beth is climbing walls by now, Sue Robin thought. What's going to happen? she wondered over and over.
The clay finally arrived, and dragged endlessly by. Aunt Clarinda stayed in seclusion in her cottage, but Sue Robin noticed Aunt Minerva regarding her from time to time with an owlish expression on her wrinkled face. She's in on this, too, Sue Robin surmised. Something t
ickled in her brain, a half-formed thought -- a scattering of fragmentary memories. But the picture would not shape up.
After supper she drove down the road to Mary Beth's. Her sister-in-law was sitting out on the lawn in a comfortable deck chair. She was dressed in slacks and a light blouse, and Sue Robin noticed immediately that she had a glass of wine.
"Building up your courage, honey?" she said.
"Something like that. Would you like a glass of wine?"
"I don't believe so. Just finished eating."
"Sit down, then." Mary Beth gestured to the other chair. "The moon will be up in a few minutes." She paused, then added, "The full moon."
Sue Robin sat down. Both deck chairs faced the eastern sky, rapidly blackening into deep night. "Are you nervous, Mary Beth?"
The tense laugh of the other betrayed her. "I sure am. What's going to happen, Sue Robin?"
"Nothing to hurt you, honey," the other soothed. "You just relax and enjoy it, like -- you know."
Mary Beth giggled. "You're naughty, you know it?"
"And I enjoy it," Sue Robin returned, laughing. She was tempted for a moment to ask her sister-in-law how she was making out with the vibrator, but decided against it. No need of pushing the situation; things were falling into place nicely.
"No," she said, "Aunt Clarinda will just work a little voodoo. We're spectators."
The upper tip of the rising moon broke above the horizon, and both women were silent, staring at it. Slowly but steadily it broke through the shrouds of blackness until it was fully exposed, a huge golden disk that seemed startlingly near. In spite of herself, Sue Robin shuddered in a fearful ecstasy. It was a night for magic, all right.
For a long while they sat silent and still, their eyes fixed on the rising globe.
"What time do we go?" Mary Beth's voice was husky, and her words sounded as if they had been forced through fear-stiffened lips.
"Around ten." Sue Robin shuddered again. Her common sense told her nothing supernatural was happening, that all this was just nature and human beings. But deep inside her feelings were confused, and tiny, primitive terrors pricked at her. Snap out of it, girl, she charged herself.
After a while they began to talk, stiltedly at first, then more easily. They talked about the annual wingding of the Alligator Club coming up that weekend.
"We'll take a room together at the beach hotel," Sue Robin said. "There'll be about twenty of us in all." She laughed. "Funny, isn't it, how many of the people in the club married each other. It's been a real fine group. Imagine high school kids being smart enough to form such a compatible club."
"Imagine that many people keeping everything so private," Mary Beth said.
"That's right." It is surprising, Sue Robin mused, in a small ton where gossip is a way of life, we've kept things so quiet. Not that they ever actually did anything outlandish, not in public, anyway, except really turning loose at the annual get-together. Last year it had been in Atlanta, but this year they'd decided to enjoy the beach. The younger members were mostly in college, and it would be nice to get in one more swinging weekend before fall semester began.
She giggled.
"What's funny?" Mary Beth asked.
"Oh, nothing." She had suddenly remembered chic little Helen Stanfield and big Robbie Early eating each other up in a frantic sixty-nine the other night. Wonder where Helen's husband Jack had been? Somehow, Helen had never struck her as being particularly sexy, although her small figure was shapely enough. Was she making it with Robbie out of revenge? For reassurance? Did she have an old crush on Robbie? Well, it was no worry of hers.
"It's almost that time, Sue Robin."
"Yeah." She studied her luminous watch dial. "Almost ten. Come on."
They got up and dragged the deck chairs across the lawn to the wide porch, although there was so sign of rain in the starry, moonlit sky. They stood looking at each other in the moonlight. Then, taking a deep breath as if they were about to dive into a lake, they turned and went to Sue Robin's little sports car in the driveway.
The old family graveyard was almost as bright as day. The two young women could easily read the names on some of the larger stones as they picked their way through grass and weeds.
"Over here," Sue Robin whispered. "Robert Angus Forsythe." She couldn't read the weathered name on the tall, ancient tombstone, but she knew as well as she knew her own name that this was the grave of her first ancestor in this country. "This is where we wait."
They stood still, without speaking, and in spite of a balmy breeze coming in from the ocean a mile away, they both shivered slightly at if chilled.
A pale wraith rose up to one side, and Mary Beth gave a short cry.
"Hush you' mouth, child!" snapped Aunt Clarinda, coming closer. "Bend you' head down."
When Mary Beth stooped her head, the little woman secured a wide blindfold over her eyes. "Now you." The eyes blazed up at Sue Robin, and the tall blonde stooped low and allowed Aunt Clarinda to blindfold her.
"Jes' stand still now."
A dried weed crackled as the witch vanished into the night, leaving them blindfolded. But only for a few moments. Sue Robin felt a hand take her by the upper arm in a firm but gentle grip, and urge her along slowly. She allowed herself to be guided, not knowing who her guide was, whether a man or a woman, young or old. She guessed that Mary Beth was being handled in the same way.
The hand on her arm cautioned her to go even slower. Her sandal struck against a beam of wood. We're going into the Old Place, she thought. A thrill of anticipation coursed through her. She had never been in more than three or four of the rooms. Many of them were locked even from one another, and as far as she knew, only Aunt Minerva had the keys. Aunt Minerva! Where did that little old rascal fit into this?
She and her unseen guide walked across some floors, passing through she knew not how many rooms and passageways. Then the hand restrained her even more, and eased forward and down. We're going downstairs, into the cellar, she thought. That's got to be it. Old stories came back to her memory, tales Aunt Clarinda and Aunt Minerva used to tell her and Buz and their playmates when they were little. Wounded Confederate soldiers hidden from Yankee troops. Food and family silver hidden in undiscoverable places.
Sue Robin almost laughed aloud as she was struck by sudden illumination. Of course! People who had sneaked into the Old Place, to screw or whatever, to be later chased away by hideous laughter and other ghoulish sounds. Only Aunt Minerva and Aunt Clarinda knew about fake walls and secret closets and all that sort of stuff. So her ancient relative and nursemaid were peeping Toms! Well, how about that!
Her thoughts were jerked back into the present as she came to the bottom of the steps and felt earth beneath her feet instead of flooring. Her guide had still uttered not a sound. Her sandal struck another beam on the ground as she stepped from one compartment to another. The odor of clay was strong in her nostrils, and a smell of roots.
Then she heard something that resembled the running of a brook. The hand on her arm signaled for her to stop, then it was removed. The blindfold was pulled off, and she stood blinking in the flickering dim light of two candles stuck in iron candleholders on the wall. She was standing in front of a huge hollowed-out cypress log that lay on the earth floor. A large pipe rested on one end feeding a stream of fresh water into the wooden reservoir, and another pipe at the other end drained off from the top, to prevent overflow.
That's right, Sue Robin recalled. This was the secret water supply from an underground spring. A movement behind her made her turn. A figure completely swathed from head to foot in a white sheet motioned for her to strip and get into the oversize wooded bathtub. Without hesitating, Sue Robin kicked off her sandals and removed her shirt and slacks. Next came her bra and panties, and then she stepped gingerly into the water. It was cool, but not chilly, and in a moment she had accustomed herself to it.
This feels nice, she thought, sinking down in the running water until it was up to her neck. Over a
hundred years of use had worn the inside of the cypress hull to satiny smoothness, and the contact of her bare body against it was sensually pleasing. She laved herself with her hands while the white-clad figure stood motionless to one side.
This must be some kind of purification ceremony, she reasoned, luxuriating in the refreshing bath.
The swathed figure raised a hand and beckoned for her to come out. Reluctantly she stepped out on a mat and another white-robed figure appeared, this one with a large towel. With no qualms at all, Sue Robin submitted to the gentle but thorough rubdown at the hands of the unknown. When she started to put her clothes back on, the white-robed one stopped her, handing her instead a large white sheet.
Sue Robin understood. She wrapped herself from head to foot like the other, then followed the figure out through a far door.
She found herself in a small room, also lit by a few candles. In the center, seated on a low square table, was Aunt Clarinda, her head decorated in a wildly colored calico turban, but the rest of her body was covered in a white sheet like all the others. Her face was like a mask of petrified dark mahogany, so expressionless did it seem to Sue Robin. Her tiger-eyes appeared to be looking through and past the young woman rather at her as Sue Robin approached.
At gesture from the other, Sue Robin opened wide the sheet, exposing her nude body. A brown claw of a hand dipped into a clay pot on the table, and with a thick liquid the color of fresh blood Aunt Clarinda traced a circle around each nipple of Sue Robin's breasts, then drew a peculiar symbol on her belly, just above her pubic mound.
The old woman wiped her hand on a towel. On the other side of her table was a pitcher and some glasses. She poured some amber liquid into a glass and handed it to Sue Robin, who took it and raised it to her lips. It tasted pleasant, flavored with unknown spices, but she recognized the basic liquid as the powerful corn likker that old Josh made every year at the family's private still on the plantation. She drank it down, then wrapped the sheet about herself again.
Her guide waited with a candle. She fell in behind and followed the robed figure through a short tunnel, then a sharp left turn, and they were in a large room, how large she couldn't tell. A smell of burning incense came through the earthy underground odor. Vaguely, by the feeble light of the single candle, Sue Robin sighted some benches and three or four other figures, white-robed, sitting on them. The candle-bearer motioned for her to sit on a bench at some distance from the others. It seemed to Sue Robin that the benches were arranged in a rough semicircle. Then her guide was gone, and the light, too.
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