he looked me in the eye and smiled. the terrain was rough, broken pop bottles, tin cans, i wished i had worn my shoes. we had walked fifty yards, and no sign yet of the abandoned prison. i wanted to ask harlen how old he was, yet, i really didn't want to know. i knew he was high school young, probably had a hundred girl friends. i was beginning to feel a hundred years old, until he stopped, smiled at me and said: "it's not much further carlee." what an effect he had on me.

as we passed through some thick underbrush, the prison appeared. it looked to have been a tower at one time, not much was left of it. it was built of stones or brick, actually it was not a prison at all, but a foundry. it was constructed with the aid of prisoners from lagrange, which was located at the state capitol in the eighteen hundreds. there were steps leading down into the bowels of the earth, but i didn't want to walk down now, neither did harlen. he grabbed the towel from me and laid it on a grassy area that looked pretty clean. he put his hands on my shoulders, kissed me quickly then asked: "now where we?"

god, i melted. i unbuttoned my $90.00 workshirt, and laid it on the grass. "it comes off easily harlen, see, it releases from the front." i laid that awful creature on top of my shirt. harlen looked at me.

"there's never been a girl as beautiful as you carlee, never." he gently pulled me down and kissed my breasts as if they were precious gems. his tongue lightly probed, i thought my nipples were going to burst. as i lay on my back, he undid my belt buckle, unzipped and removed my shorts and panties. "oh my god." he said. and gently kissed my belly button. then he buried his head in my crotch and licked and kissed until i thought i was going to explode. he inserted two fingers inside me and put his other hand on my butt.

"god, harlen, oh god." he lapped and kissed and bit until i couldn't stop. "there harlen, right there!" i bucked and shook and almost screamed. nothing had ever felt as good. not in my entire life. he lay beside me. my hands were on his butt under his trunks. harlen may have been young, but he was no novice. we kissed, he tasted like me. i don't believe i would have gotten up if dad and mikey showed up. "take them off harlen," i said. i sat by his side as he lay on his back, he slowly pulled them off. god, no question where that hair came from. i almost came again just looking at him. the foreskin covered half the purple head, it was hard, long and perfect. i grabbed it, pulled the skin back and just looked at it. i pulled the foreskin forward and squeezed a little, a drop a clear liquid came forward. i had to lick it. i pulled it back and forth several times, then bent over on my hands and knees and tasted the nectar. harlen's hands went suddenly between the cheeks of my butt, arousing another sensitive part of me. i took him into my mouth. he tasted musky, like a man. i sucked, not gently, but wantonly. i put his balls in my hand, they moved with the temperature change, divinely. the muscles in his legs tightened, i could feel them. he muttered something, but i couldn't understand what he said. i knew though, i knew. he lunged forward, almost choking me. i pulled the skin back and forth as the first huge spurt filled my mouth and ran down my chin. the second third and fourth were no less violent, and i knew my blood pressure was over the limit, and my heart was racing to uncountable rates, but this was wonderful. i heard harlen gently moan, and i opened my mouth and allowed the salty substance to fall on his mass of dark pubic hair. i climbed on top of him and pushed his still hard dick inside of me. harlen was moaning, but losing a little ground. it came out twice, and i was almost there. please god, stiffen him up a little. i was desperate, then i came. thank you. i prayed. i was soaked in sweat, lovely sweat. harlen's groin was a mess, a wonderful mess.

"jack it a little carlee." he said. i did, and it felt nice to my hand, but he was spent and after a while i knew it.

"poor baby." i said, as i played in the wonderful wet and sticky, getting it all over his balls. i lay next to harlen, we were face to face. he put his arms around me, held me tightly, making me as sticky as he was. his kiss was so tender.

"can we stay here forever, like this carlee?"

"no." i answered.

"can i shampoo your hair?"

"is it that bad?"

"of course not angel, i'd just like to."

"we have some other places that could use some shampoo harlen." he smiled. i reluctantly got up and started putting my clothes back on. harlen looked so peaceful lying there naked, trying to arouse himself with his hand. i had drained him, i knew, but he didn't stop trying. something howled.

"werewolf?" i asked.

"maybe, i've never seen or heard him, might be."

"let's go back to my place harlen, get up, i'm not in the mood for werewolves today." he smiled. it was dusk anyway, darkness comes quickly this time of year. i walked toward the boat, and i heard it again. the hairs on my arm stood straight out. i sat in the driver's seat studying the controls.seemed simple enough.

"say pretty lady, not leaving without me are you?"

"only if you'd been eaten by a werewolf."

"werewolves suck, don't they?"

"no, vampires do that."

"you do alright carlee." this embarrased me, i could feel my face turning red. harlen jumped into the boat and put his arms around me. "i'm just kidding you carlee, i did quite a bit of sucking too." i looked deep into his eyes, the started the boat. harlen was a gift, a very young gift for me. i gave him a special smile, then put the boat in reverse and slowly backed out.

"where's the light switch?" i asked.

"here." he said, and turned them on. these other buttons are for fog and bright, this is an emergency blinker."

"thanks." i said, as i put it in forward and gunned the engine. the boat navigated extremely well. i knew my mathematician friend cid would just love it. i had to invite her down some week end soon, before cold weather set it. i wasn't looking forward to the cold, but dad told me there were lots of ducks and geese on the river during the winter month, i did love them. i remembered when i was fifteen, fireman joe took me duck hunting one winter. i was in seventh heaven, joe had only taken boys hunting with him in the past, and although he told me he was going to take me someday, i never thought he actually would. joe shot six mallards with a pistol, and i missed seven with a shotgun. my shoulder was so sore i almost cried, but i would die before i let him see me cry. as we were heading to his jeep down yellow creek, a duck flew up, startling us, and i pointed at him and shot. the duck almost exploded, the distance was so short. he fell swiftly to the edge of the creek. "my god carlee, you killed daffy!" joe exclaimed. i ran down to the water's edge and retrieved this medium sized black duck. it did look like daffy. joe put his arms around my neck, and told me he was proud of me. he kissed my cheek, and i smiled. i was proud too. dad was in the gulf, so mrs. darcy and myself prepared the duck for roasting. i plucked black feathers for over an hour, daffy looked like a crow. he wasn't much bigger than a dove when we were through, and mrs. darsie spent nearly ten dollars on fixens for the poor duck. she cooked it, it was horrible, the meat was as dark as his feathers, and she served it under glass, with wine, no less.

"should we have invited mr. taylor for dinner carlee?"

"i don't think so mrs. darcie."

god, the things that run through one's mind. harlen and i really needed the lights when we reached the dock.

"i'm freezing." harlen said as he moored the boat.

"gosh, me too, let's get inside." the house was inviting. i had a fireplace in the living room and the den. we went to the den, lit a fire, and curled up on the loveseat. harlen put his arms around me, and played with my hair.

after a while he said, "this is much better." i agreed.

"i need a drink harlen, how about you?"

"i don't drink carlee.." how awful. i thought, but i didn't want to corrupt him any more than i had already. i had some jack daniels left from harriet's visit, and i poured two fingersfull in an old fashioned glass, and added ice and water. i played with harlen's butt while i drank my drink.

"'even he, who is pure in heart, and says his prayers by night, can turn into a wolf, when the wolfbane blooms, and the moon is full and bright.'" i quoted.

"that's scary, but nice carlee. where did you learn it?"

"oh, i don't know, something i heard or saw a long time ago harlen." i played with his shapely legs. put my hand on the front of his shorts. "hmmmm," i said.

he put his hand on the front of my shorts, and whispered sweetly into my ear, "do you know a lot about werewolves carlee?"

"i know the males are furry and have barbs on both sides of their dicks."

"now who told you that?"

"a friend who has studied them very carefully." harlen smiled as he ran his hand down the back of my shorts. "ummm, that feels good." we kissed and i yanked his shorts down. it was half hard and still very messy. "hit the shower mister, you need one bad."

"only if you join me carlee."

"deal." i smiled. i showed harlen the main bathroom and laid out two very white and very fluffy towels. wash rags were laying over the towel rack and a fresh bar of caress was in a fish tray. i went back to the kitchen, and made another drink. it was as good as the first. "life is good," i thought. "a nice house on the river, a hunk like harlen in the shower, a werewolf less than two miles away. i would miss louisville, i truly would, it's is a very exciting town, but, this ain't bad either, so far."