Date: Mon, 13 Aug 2012 00:03:12 -0400 From: John Marshall Subject: Ecstasy Renewed Chapter 11 In trying to avoid the most common plot scenarios featured on Nifty, this story continues the saga which began with "Ecstasy Island," continued with "The Working Boys," and now continues with this story, "Ecstasy Renewed." Like the previous segment, this story from time to time takes the form of a series of interviews with various characters involved (all fictitious). It's unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the figures depicted. Like "Ecstasy Island" and "The Working Boys," this one is also written in third person and proceeds in something close to real time with extensive dialogue to carry the story along and intense character development. Once more, it is extremely orgasmic with all ejaculating dialogue written in UPPER CASE. If you do not wish to be exposed to such material as described, leave now. If you are too young for this sort of thing, leave now. If reading this causes you to break the law where you live, leave now. Otherwise, take the time now to get naked and get your cock hard, start strokin' it. Jack yourself off as you read and see if you can time your own blasts of naked sexual pleasure with those of the people in the book. This one averages about two to three orgasms per chapter. For that reason, I don't recommend reading more than one chapter at a time. Any more than that might be hazardous to your sexual health...especially your hard, throbbing cock. Note: It has been brought to my attention that the fictitious sex drug, Duranol, mentioned in "Ecstasy Island" and the early chapters of "The Working Boys" is, in fact, the name of a heart medication with many adverse side effects. Thus, I changed the drug's name to Duralon. There will be much more involving this element of the story in "Ecstasy Renewed." If you like what you read, let me know at crackerjacker18@hotmail.com. ECSTASY RENEWED CHAPTER 11 Buddy an Bobby were special. When men saw them, gay, straight, or bi, it didn't matter, the twins were seen as a rare treat, young, cute, sweet, ornery, playful, and most of all horny as hell, even without anything more potent than the Duralon-1 spiking their daily bread. Having left their dad, striking out on their own, they'd not gone fifty feet before some guy latched on to them. "Ohhhhh fuck, aren't YOU two the sweetest, cutest, little stud-muffins on these six decks," the man came on to them, and in between them, his arms around both their thin, boney shoulders, hugging them, his cock bobbing deliciously before them as he took possession of their naked little boy-bodies. "I'll bet you little fuckers just can't wait to writhe around in my arms while I orgasm the hell outta you." "You gonna try and FUCK us?" Bobby worried, eyeing the man's enormous eight to ten circumcised inches. "Ho, I'd LOVE to try, but you two look a little too little. How about we just have a little boy-cock action, maybe shoot some cum together," the man seemed torn between what he WANTED to do to the boys sexually and what he COULD do to them without undue bloodshed. "You like to shoot cum?" "We're still a little too little," Bobby aped him with his own words. "Whats your name?" Buddy demanded, not adverse to the man's sexual ploy, but wary of his ultimate intentions. Their dad had told them that once there were names involved, a sense of sexual responsibility usually ensued. "Oh, I'm sorry, boys, I was so enamored with your sweet sexual beauty, I forgot to introduce myself. "My name's Justin." "Didn't you used to be a pop singer or something?" Buddy tried to recall, recognizing the man's very attractive, young looking face but unable to attach a name. "Use to be," no I didn't used to be, I still am, I can belt out the tunes with the best of'em." Justin insisted, "I'm to be a featured performer once we get to Ecstasy...IF we ever get to Ecstasy." He didn't tell them that singing was now a relatively minor part of his act, most of which now involved his long, hard, hot, bobbing male member. "You a stripper," Bobby somehow guessed. Justin laughed, "A stripper...on Ecstasy Isle, where nudity is mandatory from the word go. Now that would be a pretty tricky act, stripping naked while naked." "You got a really nice cock," Buddy noted as the three of them tumbled together into one of the canopied deck beds that were a special feature on board the Arousal. A second later he'd clamped onto the man's shaft with one hand while his lips slipped over the pinkish-purple cockhead. "Whoooaaaaa fuck!" Justin gasped. "Whatever happened to the days when us older guys got to make the first move?" "Long gone!" Bobby cried as he toppled Justin over and kissed him ravenously. "Nowadays, BOYS RULE! Hey, can I fuck you, I'm starting to get pretty good at it anymore." "You can if you tell me what your name is." Justin smiled and kissed him a peck on the nose. "I told you mine, now you tell me yours." "I'm Bobby and this is my brother Buddy," Bobby did the honors. "He'd tell you himself, but he's too busy suckin' your cock." "Mmmmmm...yesssssss...that he is..." Justin smiled down a the mop of blondish hair bobbing up and down over his throbbing hard cock. "You two suck each other a lot? Ohhhh fuck, kid, you got some nice fuckin' moves there, ya know that?" "Ya got any lube?" Bobby looked about for a tube of anything slick or slimey. A working boy there on deck not much older than they were flipped him an unopened tube of KY. "Mostly we do each other but sometimes..." "Use lots of that stuff, you two need to get your hot little butts lubed up good for the night," Justin warned. "from what I hear, there's not going to be a spare cock or a vacant asshole between here and Havana once dinner gets boring. You two look like prime candidates for a lot more action than either of you expect. HhhHhhooooohhhhhhh damn, kid, suck that fucker, man, you're a lot less virginal than ya look. "He ain't no virgin, him and me too, we fuck our sister's horny hot cunt almost every day," Bobby boasted as he greased up his cock. He found Justin already well oiled. Apparently the man had already taken several inches from an earlier source. "You already been fucked, ain't ya?" "You might say that," Justin smiled at the boy as the three of them moved to accomodate one another sexually. It took bobby about five seconds to mount Justin from the rear while his brother chowed down on the man's cock from directly below. The view must have been spectacular. "Ohhhhh fuck, kid that's one hot little cock...ooooooo....fuck, not so little...god, take it easy kid, that's not the Holland tunnel back there." "What's a Holland Tunnnel?" Bobby asked. "It a tunnel from...never mind," Justin decided he'd rather be fucked than teach a geography lesson to some dumbassed kid. "Nice job on the prostate, kid, kickin' it in there really hard every time," Justin praised the boy, "I don't know who taught you to fuck so young, but you sure got the knack." "I told you I was getting pretty good," Bobby reminded him as he gripped the man's exceedingly slender hips and pounded away at him with his driving hard boy-cock. "I think your brother down there has sucked a few cocks in his time, too," Justin marveled at both boys sexual prowess. "How old are you two little fuckers anyway?" "Eleven," Bobby panted as he rabbit-fucked the man's ass at an astounding rate, his stacatto rythmn driving both of them crazy with aching, soaring, pulsating sexual pleasure. "Ohhhhhhhh fucccckkkk...fuccccckkkk...fucccckkkkkk...incredible!" Justin cried, getting his throbbing sexual pleasure from two sources, his orgasm threatening to erupt any second. "Ohhhhh god, kids, I'm gonna bust a nut any second...ahghehahehrhehh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me, kid, fuck my ass, fuck it, fuck it, fuck me harrrd...harrrrdd...harder...harder, harder, harder, ohhhh fuck fuck fuck fuck, the feeling, ohhahh yeah, cum with me...Bobby, is it? Cum with me, cum with me, shoot...ohhhh, fuck, I forgot, you're a....little too little...ahahhhhh god, can't stand it, I'm gonna...AHHIAEIHRHEHHEHRHEHHGHEHHAEHRHHGHEHHAEIEIGHHH!!" Justin cried out in the squeezing, gripping agony of his orgasm, drowning Buddy in his cum and sending Bobby into gales of desperate orgasmic pleasure as the boy dry-cummed long and hard, and deep in his ass. "HoooooooOOOOOOOOOOOO MAN, CUMMING, CUMMING, GHOAEOIHOEIHROEIHFUCK FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, OAHGOEIHOA GOD, FUCKIN' YOU, FUCKIN' YOU, FUCKIN' YOU...HOOOOO MAN, FEELS SOOO GOOD, I LOVE FUCKIN' GUYS LIKE THIS, OOHHH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, BUDDY, SUCK'IM FUCKIN' DRY MAN, EVERY LAST DROP. BUDDY LOVES SUCKIN' CUM, REALLY TURNS HIM ON, PROBABLY HAVIN' ONE HELL OF AN ORGASM JUST LIKE US WITHOUT EVEN TOUCHING HIS COCK!" Bobby speculated as his own orgasm ebbed somewhat, its peak leaving him wrung out like an overused cum rag. "Hooooo, fuck that's enough cum to last me all night!" Buddy cried as Justin's jet of spermy semon continued to spew, decorating Buddy's face with a irridescent glow in the late afternoon sun. "Man, you always shoot that much?" "Only when I got two of the cutest twin boys in the world suckin' and fuckin' me at the same time," Justin told them as he toppled over onto the bed, pulling both naked young boys into his arms and kissing them profusely in gratitude for giving him one the best orgasms he'd had...welll...in a long time...maybe all day, even. "Ain't you fogettin' something," Bobby asked the man earnestly. "Let's see, I said, cutest, sweetest, horniest....did I leave something out," Justin teased. "Yeah, my fuckin' COCK!" Buddy thrust it hard against Justin's sinewy thigh. "You guys orgasmed all over the fuckin' place, but me...I...I" "I think he wants us to orgasm him," Bobby dropped a less tactful hint. Justin reached for Buddy's cock and captured it, stroking it gently. "How's this?" "Fine if I don't mind waiting till puberty for my next orgasm," Buddy told him sarcastically. "Ain't you ever jacked off a boy like me before?" "Well, yeah, but I just like to start off slow and kind of build up the pressure to a grand finale," Justin explained as he nonetheless increased his stroking pace a little at Buddy's behest. "Grand finale...what the fuck's that?" Buddy had never heard the phrase before. "It's like...like...never mind...orgasm...an orgasm...it's like an orgasm...hell, it IS an orgasm...geesh," Justin sighed as he jacked the boy's hard little cocklet. He wasn't used to having to translate every little euphemism, or used to having sex with horny little eleven-year-olds. He liked young boys, he just wasn't used to speaking a language they could understand. "I like orgasms, give me an orgasm, make me orgasm, man, jack my cock off and make me orgasm," Buddy pleaded in growing sexual pleasure, not nearly as ignoranat sexually as he was trying to sound. "You say your sister taught you to fuck?" Justin questioned as he masturbated the boy. "We sorta taught each other...him and me," Bobby interjected. "We really like jackin' off too, doin' it to each other till we get all gooey inside and can't stand it any more." "Gooey inside..." Justin repeated, laughing. He had never heard it described quite like that before, but decided, in retrospect, that might be a pretty good description of the feeling. "You starting to feel 'gooey inside,' Buddy?" "I feel GOOEY ALL OVER," Buddy cmplained, "You just shot a barrel of cum all the fuck over me, remember?" "How could I forget? You suck one hell of a cock, man," Justin reminded the boy. "I'm a pretty good cocksucker too," Bobby insisted, not to be outdone. "Really?" Justin humored the boy. "I don't believe it. How about you giving me a demonstration." Faced with the options of putting up or shutting up, Bobby chose the former, squirming down over Justin's lithe, lean, slender body to find the man's Duralon hard cock. At an eye-popping eight inches, it was the biggest cock Bobby had ever tried to suck, but, taking a deep breath, then opening wide, he went for it. "He's pretty good...okay at least," Buddy credited his brother, "not as good as me but adequate. He's learning. He's got a good teacher." "You, I suppose," Justin suggested, "your dad ever suck you guys?" "DAD?" Buddy laughed. "Fuck no, he's too uptight to even...well, he did jack me off the first time...first time I ever....grand finalied." Justin had to laugh. He'd never heard the word used as a verb before. "Your dad gave you your very first orgasm? That's pretty wild." Justin stroked the boy's hairless hardon now with a growing urgency as he sensed Buddy was nearing the point of no return. "You about ready?" "Ohhhhh fuck yes, man, jack me, man, jack my cock, jack me off, jack me off, jack me, jack me, jackme, jackme,jackme,jackme,jackmejackmejackmejackmejackme, man, ackmeoffjackmeoff jackmeoffjackmeoff...ooeoaoehoaeihorh god, yes, yes, yes, gonna do it to me, almost...almost... I'm...AIEIHAERIIEIHGHEHAHERHHHHHG GOD, CUMMMMMINNNGGG...CUMMMMING, AOHGEOAIHEROIHOIEH FUCK, FEELS GOOD, FEELS GOOD, OGIHAOEHOROIHO FUCK, ORGASM ME, ORGASM ME, GIMME ONE OF THEM...GRAND FINALE THINGIES...AOOEHGEOIOHE YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, GHOEIAHEOIHROEHOIHEIAEIHGHHH MAN, KILLIN' ME WITH... OHHAHEHHHAEH MAN, YOU JACK GOOD, YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO SHOW A BOY A GOOD FUCKIN' TIME MAN, OHHHHHH GOD, WHAT YOU'RE FUCKIN' DOIN TO MY COCK, MAN, GHIAOEIRHOEH GOD, THE FEELING, THE FEELING DOWN THERE, AHGHEHAEHHRH FUCK KEEP JACKIN' ME, KEEP JACKIN' ME, DON'T STOP, KEEP DOIN' IT TO ME, MAN, GOIN' CRAZY WITH THE FEELING, GHOAOIEHAHEHHEHREHHH GOD, AOIGHEOAIHEOIRHOH FUCK,FUCK... AGHHAHEHRIHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhahhh!!" Buddy exploded over the top of his orgasmic pleasure in a "Grand Finale" he'd not soon forget. "OHHHHH YEAH, LITLE FELLA, DO IT, BOY FEEL IT, MAN, FEEL IT, FEEL IT, FEEL THE BEAUTIFUL FEELINGS MY HAND IS GIVIN' YOUR COCK MAN, OHHHH YEAH, YEAH, OHHHH FUCK, YEAH, ONE HELL OF AN ORGASM, OHHHHHAHAHHHHAHHHH YEAHHHHH, LOVE JACKIN' YOUR CUTE LITTLE COCK MAN, LOVE SEEIN' YOU CUM...OR TRYING TO, OHHHH FUCK YEAH, ONE OF THESE DAYS, ONE OF THESE FUCKIN' DAYS, MAN, YOUR HOT YOUNG BALLS ARE GONNA DELIVER SUCH A HIGH-FLYIN' LOAD...OH YEAH, YEAH, YEAHHHHhhhhhhh!!" Justin urged the boy on, his stroking fist on the boy's cock unceasing, even after he felt Buddy coming down from his orgasmic high, watching the jolts and tremors of the boy's lingering sexual aftershocks. "Mannnn, you really did it to him goooood," Bobby exclaimed. He'd never seen his brother so deleriously insane with sexual feelings before, wishing it had been HIM Justin had jacked off "Ohhh fuck, man, that was soooo awesomely fuckin' incredible amazing wild horrendously great, wonderfully magical," Buddy strung together every super adjective he could bring to mind in trying to relate the aching, naked sexual pleasure he'd felt...was STILL feelilng, in fact, as his sexually hypersenitive little boy-body struggled to come down from the pleasure-high Justin had just given him. "You two are so cute, so sweet, so sexy, so beautiful...so HOT, man, I could just lie here naked like this with you two horny little dudes all day and all night shootin' cum all over ya till you were completely covered with my juices," Justin sighed, never wanting his moments with the boys to end. "We love your orgasms," Bobby kissed Justin all over while Buddy's sucked the man's nipples. "And I love giving you two orgasms...lots and lots of orgasms...ENDLESS orgasms, again and again and again, watchin' you two trying to handle sexual pleasure even most grown men can hardly get a grip on." "I have a feeling there's a 'however' coming around the corner any second," Bobby noted perceptively. "HOWEVER," Justin laughed. "I have a date." "A date?" Buddy looked up at the man's incredibly attractive, even boyish face. "Who with?" "Well, boys, it pays to know people," Justin began. "WHO?" Buddy demanded a second time. "Why, the captain, of course," Justin smiled down at them both, even as they continued to arouse his naked body. "You're gonna leave US to go fuck the CAPTAIN?" Buddy cried in mock outrage. "We're cuter than HE is!" "That you are," Justin readily agreed. "Actually, it's not the CAPTAIN I'm gonna fuck. Instead, he's arranged for me to go cock to cock with his cabin boy...I forget his ame...Alec...Alex... something like that, anyway, really cute and quite a wild fuck, from what everyone says." First Bobby, then Buddy sat up, then hopped from the deck bed. "Okay, go fuck your cabin boy," Buddy cried, once more pretending outrage. "Just be sure to come back and tell us all about it, every fuckin' stroke, every orgasm, every spurt of cum, okay?" Bobby urged, stroking his hard, young boy-cock already in anticipation. "ME? Kiss and tell?" Justin laughed as he and his upthrust Duralon cock got up from the bed, the rigid monster so firm and erect it hardly wavered up and down or side to side as he moved. "How'd you like it if I told HIM all about fuckin' around with you two little guys. "Okay, you can leave out the part about kissin', just tell us all about what it was like fuckin' him, okay?" Buddy urged. "Hey, could we go along and WATCH?" Bobby suggested hopefully. "I think they say...three's a crowd...four would be...probably a fuckin' MOB," Justin firmly discouraged the two. "I don't think so...wouldn't want to inhibit the poor boy." "From what I've seen around here, the...'poor boys'...kind of like having an audience," Buddy observed as they watched in disappointment the incredibly attractive man-boy head toward the bridge. "See ya," they called after him. Justin turned and did a couple obscene pelvic thrusts in saying goodbye. "He's really cute, man, we gotta fuck HIM some more!" Bobby sighed wistfully, recalling the feeling in his cock when he'd orgasmed in the man's hot, tight ass. "Okay, but how about we go eat now...maybe dad's down in the dining room," Buddy suggested as an alternative to the fantasy of following Justin and spying on him and...whoever...while they fucked. It was the peak dinner hour. The dining room was almost full. The boys peered around over the heads of the naked bodies looking for their dad as the diners reclined on Roman dining couches facing tables arranged in a quadrangle around a small stage featuring, at that moment, four, male teenaged pole dancers seductively writhing to soft music and swirling colored lights. The maitre-de had to search for a moment before spotting two empty spaces on either side of a married couple, Buddy guessed to be even older than their dad, probably around forty. "I have to openings, but they're not together, would that be okay?" the man asked. Buddy nodded. "Hi, mind if we join you?" He asked smiling, reclining next to the quite attractive wife while Bobby took up residence on the opposite side next to her husband. "Whoa, you two certainly are young?" the woman gasped in surprise, "of course, you may join us...we're eating late too." "I'm Buddy, that's Bobby," Buddy introduced them. He felt kind of uneasy, never having eaten lying down or with perfect strangers so much older than he was, not to mention the fact that they were all very naked. "I'm Harold...they call me Heck, and this is my wife Bernice," the man made their introductions. "You boys here alone?" "No...uhhhh...dad's here somewhere, and our sister...somewhat else, I'm sure...both probably off straining their eyeballs," Bobby replied, once more sweeping the room, looking for a familiar face. He didn't see Derek either. "They're probably too busy fuckin' to eat," Buddy joked. "But you're not?" Bernice teased. "We just took a break," Buddy smiled, turning on the boyish charm. "Hey, were growing boys..." "And kind of under the age limit too, I'd say," Heck eyed their slender, little-boy nakedness. "We're twins. We're eleven," Bobby explained. "We got a special waiver to come...and we been cummin' ever since." Bernice laughed. "You two are adorable...eleven years old...and sexually active already, I take it." "Mostly we're hungry," Bobby insisted as salads were set before them. "Fucccckkkk...fuckin' RABBIT food," Buddy grimaced, but grabbed his fork and went after it anyway. Bobby was somewhat less enthusiastic but nibbled a little at some carrots and croutons dipped in a raspberry vinaigrette. "And what about your mother?" Bernice inquired as she ate somewhat more sedately. "She's dead," Buddy told her abruptly, then continued eating. "Ohhhhh...I'm...sorry," Bernice reacted, suddenly feeling quite motherly. Her children were all grown and married. "I shouldn't pry, I'm sorry." "It's okay, we've learned to deal with it," Bobby told her as he noticed Heck slide over closer, their naked thighs all but touching as they ate. "I must say, you two are exquisitely beautiful...and quite charming," Heck smiled at first Bobby, then Buddy. It was obvious the man had a taste for boys. His wife seemed not to notice...or, more likely, simply didn't care. "How old is your sister?" Bernice pried a little more, despite her earlier comment. "Fifteen," Buddy replied, his mouth full of dinner roll. "Dear, you shouldn't talk with your mouth full," Bernice softly corrected. "You might choke, and in any case, it causes your words to become garbled and difficult to understand." "Yes, maam," Buddy replied softly, having first cleared his mouth. "Sorry, I was just...pretty hungry." "Yeah, fuckin' a lot really works up an appetite," Bobby made his infantile brand of dinner conversation with the man who was obviously more interested in his naked little boy-body than his salad. Heck laughed, "I know the feeling...oh yeahhh...I know the feeling." "You and her fuck a lot?" Bobby asked in return. The couple looked at each other in surprise and a kind of wry amusement. Bobby knew how to do some prying too. "Err...yes, of course, we've...we've fucked quite a lot, actually." "But not each other," Bernice joked. "You guys like boys?" Buddy inquired. Again the couple seemed startled by Buddy's frankness. "Uhhh...yes, I guess you could say that," Bernice eyed the seductive young lad lying next to her on the dining couch. "I guess we wouldn't be here if we didn't," she looked at her husband for support and confirmation. "You fucked a lot of boys so far?" Buddy continued his sexual repartee. A waiter took away their salads while a second, very attractive Polynesian boy of about fourteen placed before them a grilled chicken breast on a bed of rice with broccoli, zuchini, and carrots decorating the ensemble. Buddy wrinkled his nose in disgust at the plentitude of veggies but refrained from expressing it, now quite aware that his dining companion had taken on the role of surrogate mother. "I'm especially fond of boys," Heck confessed as he sliced his entree. "Bernice tends to like the older guys, especially if they're gay...threesomes...that sort of thing." "We're both quite bi," Bernice explained as she ate. "Us too," Bobby giggled. "We'll fuck anything that moves." "How long you two been...fucking?" Heck questioned, deciding he could be just as frank and obscene as the two kids. "Two or three months? How about you?" Bobby answered, then stunned Heck to an embarrassed laughter. "Uhhhh...a number of months longer than you, I'd say," Heck's cock was throbbing noticeably between them as they relined on their sides eating. "You kids old enough to ejaculate?" "No, but we're working on it," Buddy interjected, laughing along with Bernice at his successful attempt at humor. "We had two boys...a couple years apart," Bernice told the boys. "Actually, I think they were about your age when they started...enjoying their...little boy-toys," she recalled euphemistically. "You ever fuck around with'em?" Buddy asked, enjoying his chicken and rice, if not the more colorful items on his plate. "Oh, gracious, no," Bernice laughed, this time in genuine embarrassment. Heck didn't react. Bobby was astute enough to realize that was probably NOT the case where he was concened, and that the man's wife either didn't know or wasn't willing to go there. "Does your dad...fuck around...with you?" Heck naturally asked. "He likes boys..." Buddy began. "A LOT," Bobby added. "But mostly we just fuck around with each other or Bunny," Buddy continued his thought. "Bunny?" Bernice questioned. "Your sister?" "Yes, maam, she's a really hot fuck," Buddy told her, "we fuck her a lot...when dad's not around, of course." "Dad don't like recest," Bobby explained. "I think you mean incest," Bernice corrected. "Right," Buddy acknowledged. "Gee, those guys up there are really HOT," he noticed for the first time as he finished rapidly stuffing his face. "I'd go for some of THAT for dessert," he joked. "Yes...they...are rather...erotic," Bernice smiled indulgently, completely capitvated by her new young friend. "But not as cute and seductive as you are," she added warmly. "You're about the most delightful creature I've...ever met." "You guys on Duralon?" Heck asked the boys as a waiter replaced their empty plates with smaller ones bearing key lime pie. "Just the stuff that makes our cocks hard," Bobby told the man as he timidly nibbled at his dessert. "Mmmm...not bad...better'n I thought," he decided. Heck reached over and boldly stroked Bobby's slender, naked thigh, completely ignoring his citrus dessert for something more tempting. "You don't mind, I hope, if I...touch you?" "Nope," Bobby gobbled, "I been touched before." Bernice eyed her husband's sexual advance skeptically then turned her attention back to her own little naked boy. "It is quite good, nicely tart," she observed as she tasted her pie. "Just like you," she winked at Buddy, intent on her own seduction. "Your cock seems quite...mature...and quite...rigid for a boy your age." "You can touch it if you like," Buddy granted permission, realizing Bernice seemed to like boys as much as her husband. "It is very...attractive," Bernice smiled as she gently reached and held it, stroking it slightly, no longer interested in her pie at all. "You gonna eat that?" Buddy asked. Bernice laughed in dismay that her intentions were so transparent. "Well, if you don't mind, I might taste it a little." "No, I mean your pie, it's really good," Buddy clarified his own intentions as he made short work of his own dessert. "Oh...I'm sorry...I..." Bernice was once more completely embarrassed. "Of...of course...it's a bit rich for my...you eat that while I eat this," she suggested as she leaned over an consumed Buddy's turgid, young cocklet. "Oooooooo, cooooooooollll, really good," Buddy cooed. "I LOVE key lime pie."