It was after three before they got on the road. After Joan drove for a couple of hours and got drowsy, Virginia took the wheel. Darkness was creeping in when she pulled into a luxurious motel. Joan sat up and rubbed her eyes.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"About halfway home but I'm getting tired, too, so I thought we'd stop at a motel for the night. Get an early start in the morning"
"Joan, ritzy-looking place. You sit tight, hon. I'll run in and register."
Virginia fumbled in her bag. "Let me pay."
"Okay," Joan said, and plucked two twenties from Virginia's hand.
"Is that enough?"
"God, if it ain't, we better find another place."
When Joan came out of the motel office, she was grinning. "God, the clerk was a doll. Tall, dark, cute little mustache, about twenty-five, I'd guess."
"You're too old for him," Virginia quipped.
"I'm only twenty-nine, dear, not exactly a senior citizen."
By the time they had eaten and had a couple of drinks, it was completely dark, so they returned to their room. Virginia took a bath and went right to bed. She was bushed from the driving, but Joan's nap had done wanders and she couldn't sleep. She got up and tried to watch TV, but that bored her so she went out on the veranda for some air. She saw the flashing lights from a bar and wanted a drink, but she had on a skimpy little gown and would have to get dressed. While she debated on dressing, she glanced down and saw the kidney-shaped swimming pool, shimmering mirror-like in the pale moonlight. It was a hot, muggy night, an a dip in the pool would be fabulous, but she hadn't brought her swim suit.
The pool stood crystal still, enticing, beckoning her in. She looked at her watch. God, after eleven. The motel was dark and silent the no vacancy sign blinking in the darkness; no one would notice if she was quiet and didn't splash.
Joan left the gown on a lounge chair and slipped quietly into the water. It felt wonderful, refreshing, and just cool enough 'to bring her nipples up hard and tingly. She ducked her head under and swam across the pool, the breath bursting in her lungs when she came up at the opposite edge. When she opened her eye, she was staring at a pair of brown loafers, legs sprouting up from them like stalks of corn.
"It's against the rules to swim after ten," the motel clerk said sternly. He glowered down at her, seeing only her head bobbing above the surface.
"Lob of things are against the rules after ten," Joan said. "Why don't you join me? The water's fine."
"Listen, lady, you gotta get out. I could lose my job," he protested.
"Shit! It's only a job." She turned and did a slow crawl across the pool. "You're chicken," she called.
The young man stared, his black mustache twitching. She swain high in the water and he could see her back. It was bare. He could see her nice round ass. It was bare, too. "Christ," he gulped and looked around. Theft wasn't a light. He kicked out of his loafers and pushed his pants down his long legs. When he was don to his shorts, he jumped into the water.
Three long strokes and he was treading water beside the naked Joan. She reached out and put her bands on his hips. "You are a chicken," she said, and pushed his shorts down his hips. When they were below his crotch, she took hold of his prick. It was shrunken into his belly, trying to get away from the cool water. "Ever fuck in a swimming pool?" Joan said.
She had one arm out to keep afloat, but the other was down in the water, her hand briskly massaging his cock. "Which end Is the deepest?"
'Down there, under the board," he said weakly, his cock rising rapidly inside her warm hand.
"Good. Let's go down there. We can hang onto the side, but I don't want to be able to touch bottom."
She let go of his cock and swam briskly, hooking an elbow over the edge wider the board. The young man followed quickly, paddled up and put his arm around her. They kissed hard. She found his cock again and went back to work. When it was good and stiff, she brought her legs up and wrapped them loosely around his hips, nudging between her open legs with his cock.
"Do you think you can get your prick in like this? All of a sudden she was hot for it. I want to fuck," Joan hissed.
He tried to guide his cock in, then she tried to guide it in, but it wouldn't go; the cool water kept the lips of her cunt pursed shut.
"We'll have to get out to get started," she said. "You sit on the edge and I'll straddle you. When your cock's in good and deep, we can slide back in the water."
The young man didn't argue. He had a hard-on and was ready to fuck. He quickly crawled out and sat with his legs dangling in the water. Joan hoisted herself out and straddled his lap. She lost her balance and almost pulled him back in, but he caught himself in time and pulled her down on his lap. She reached down and spread open her pussy.
"Get your cock in?" she cried.
He kept one hand behind her back and gripped his cock with the other. He fitted the hefty knob to the mouth of her cunt and she pressed down, the fat, hard prick spreading her hole open.
"Oh, Jesus, I like, I like!" she hissed as his cock mashed up inside.
She stretched one leg out beside him and then, the other, and curled them behind his bed. "Get your cock in good and deep, then you can get back the pool.
She wiggled on his lap, screwing his cock in with each movement. When it was in all the way, she sighed and sat hunching against his groin. It felt so good to fuck this way, with her leg locked behind his back, that she didn't care if they got back in the pool or not.
"Oh, honey, your cock feels so good in there," she moaned, rocking steadily on his lap.
"Hang on, here we go," he said, and pushed himself back into the pool.
The cool water enveloped them, sending shock waves trough their bodies. Joan's head went under, but he quickly pulled her back above the surface. She was gasping for air, but her legs were still locked behind his back, holding his cock in her cunt all the way.
"Goddamn, your twat's tight! The water must really shrink up your cunt-lips," he said. He held onto the edge with one hand and around her back with the other, using the buoyancy of the water to start a slow fuck-motion.
Fuck me, fuck me!" Joan moaned, relaxing her legs to Jet his cod thrust in and out of her cunt. "God, it's so good this way. Go slow. I want to come. Oh, Jesus Christ, how I want to come!"
They hung in the water, both bodies moving together. His cock pulled slowly out and her cunt clasped hungrily and pulled it back in. Their tempo increased as both felt the urgency of a come spreading from their loins. The man started first, the head of his cock swelling fat and exploding with a huge gob of milky goo. Joan punted with the pleasure of his hot jizz spurting and started coming, too. They fucked hard and fast, oblivious of the splashing water, until both hung limply in the water. Her legs slid down from his hips to dangle helplessly.
The young man climbed out of the pool and sat on the edge. "By the way, my name's Roif," he said.
"HI, Roif. You sure can fuck. Call me Joan."
He got up and started pulling on his pants. "You'll have to get out of the pool, Joan. No one in after ten.
"Why, you ungrateful-"
Roif started to laugh. "I have to get back to the office. Why not come up with me? The owner has some good Scotch."
"You devil. Okay, I'm bushed. I can use a drink."
She slipped on her nightie and they went to the office.
"You are some kind of foxy chick," Roif said as he poured two stiff drinks.
"I'll be coming back through here in a couple of days. I'll be alone."
"We have a unit with a waterbed. I'll hold it for you. Maybe I can get the night off."
"If you don't, I'll stay in the motel across the street."
He came over to her and kissed her. "Care to try it on dry land?" he said.
"Yeah," she answered, unzipping his pants.
"Do you mind driving first, Virginia? I'm still tired," she said after they had finished breakfast.
"No, I don't mind. Where did you go last night?"
"Oh, I went for a walk. I didn't think you'd miss me.
"Yeah, you went for a walk. Right up to the office and that good-looking clerk."
"Sounds like she's on to me," Joan said, and got into the car.
Joan dozed for the first hour; Virginia chain smoked. Joan finally sat up and rubbed her eyes. "Give me one of those before you smoke them all up," she said.
She dragged deep and let the smoke trickle from her nose. "You know, Virgie, you should have been a teacher."
"Why do you say that?" Virginia asked, feeling a little flattered.
"Well, you just have the knack for teaching things. You should start your own school. Call it the Simmas School of Fuck."
"You shithead! There's only one way you could know if I'm good at teaching that."
"I won't deny it. Besides, you watched. Didn't you?"
"Yes, I watched," Virginia said.
Joan sat up straight and grabbed Virginia's arm. "Stop the car, quick."
"Why?" Virginia said, hitting the brakes. "There's a couple of guys hitchhiking. Let's give them a lift?"
"You know that's dangerous, Joan." She eased off the brakes.
"Stop the fucking car!" Joan screamed.
Virginia pulled off onto the shoulder and brought the car to a halt. "You're a crazy bitch, Joan."
"Do you want to get in the back with one?" Joan said. "No, Joan. Christ."
"Okay, then I will. And you'll have to… and listen to us." She looked out the back window and saw the two men running towards the car. When they arrived, she got out and opened the back door. "After you," she said, pushing the younger one in the door. He was tall and slim and clean-shaven, rather good-looking with his long black hair. "Just put your pack on the floor." She climbed in beside him.
The other man just stood and gaped. He was stockier and older, probably around thirty. He had a thick stock of hair and a full, woolly beard and mustache, both sandy red.
"Get in the front, you stupid ass!" Joan bellowed, and pulled the door shut.
He grinned weakly and got in. His grin showed two rows of perfect, white teeth. He put his pack on the floor by the door.
"Boy," he said, "I've done a lot of hitching, but this is a new experience for me."
"Me, too," Virginia said. "I'm Virginia. What's your name?"
"My friends call me Ham. That's my kid brother, Terry, in the back."
"I'll pretend I'm one of your friends and call you Ham. Joan is in the back with Terry, and don't look around unless you want to get shocked." She liked him. He was friendly and relaxed. "What are they doing now, Ham?"
Ham turned and looked into the back seat. "She's kissing him."
"How do you know he's not kissing her?"
"Terry's not that fast."
Terry was faster than Ham thought; he already knew that Joan wasn't wearing a bra. While they French-kissed, he rubbed her back under her blouse; there were no straps.
"I feel even better in front," Joan said.
Terry lifted her pull-over blouse until both tits were exposed. "Nice," he murmured, cupping a jug in each hand.
"Do you ever kiss a girl's titties?" Joan said coyly.
"Whenever I can," he said, and bent his face forward, taking one of her distended nipples first to his lips, then lightly between his teeth.
"Oooooh, honey, nice!" she cooed, closing her eyes. She thoroughly enjoyed having her nipples nipped. "The zipper on my slacks is on the side." She sagged down in the seat so he could get the zipper down and his hand inside. "Yes, yes, yes… slide your hand in there between my legs. Make me hot, make me want it"
She lifted her leg up on the seat to give him easy access to her cunt. He found her wet slit and slipped his finger up inside her pussy, gripping her crotch so the heel of his hand pressed against her clit. He gripped her lighter, his finger going deep in her cunt, his palm spreading the outer lips apart.
"Good, baby, good. Finger-fuck me, make me eager for your cock," she moaned, her own hand groping at his fly. In the front Ham could hear Virginia's every word. Virginia felt the wetness between her legs and glanced quickly to see if it was affecting Ham. His pants were baggy, ideal for walking, but no good for showing off a hard prick.
"Take off my slacks, honey," Joan said. "You feel like you're ready for action."
Virginia caught a glimpse of Joan's bare legs coming up in the air when she rolled onto her back. She heard her giggle and then saw Terry's bare ass come into view in the mirror.
Virginia gripped the wheel more tightly then reached up and tilted the mirror to get as much of the back seat as possible. She could see Joan's legs, her thighs and a quick glimpse of the boy's slim hips and then his…his cock. It was a long, slim cock, circumcised, the head red and tapered to a near point. He moved on in and she could only see part of his ass, bare and bobbing.
God, it was really turning her on, far more than she thought possible. Joan was really doing it, really taking that lean, hard prick. They were fucking. It blew her mind. Pick up a hitchhiker and before the car can travel ten miles-fucking.
"Unngh, unngh, good… good!" Joan punted. "Slow down, honey. You'll come too quick. That's better. Yeah, ooh, that feels good! Yeah, yeah, get it all the way in. Pull out slow… Oh, yes, in and out, in and out! Fuck me, baby! Yeah, fuck me!"
Ham had half turned in the seat and was staring at the wild fuck-scene. He was grinning, his hand swiping at his crotch.
Virginia glanced at the big man, at his woolly red beard and his deep blue eyes, then down at his crotch. She reached down and pulled her dress to the tops of her legs. She wasn't wearing any panties and her beaver was wet.
Ham looked at her and smiled, a nice smile. "You're a fine looking lady," he said and put his huge hand on the top of her thigh.
Virginia saw a side road ahead and hit the brakes. She veered off the highway, cruised for a couple hundred yards, and pulled to a stop. Shoving the car into park, she turned and took the man's hairy face in her hands and pressed her lips to his. His hand settled tightly into her crotch while they kissed. Her legs were open and her pussy as wet; his finger met no resistance. She moaned into his open mouth at the feel of his finger, it as easily as big around as Jay's cock.
"Oh, Ham, let's get out" she moaned. "We need more room."
They left the door standing open and went into a quick embrace. Virginia leaned against the back door while he kissed her again and again. He had her skirt up around her hips, his hands softly massaging her ass, gently lifting on the abundant flesh.
"Gorgeous, gorgeous," he moaned, pulling from her arms and sliding down on his knees.
He held her skirt high and started kissing her thighs just above her knees. By the time he got to mid thigh, she had her legs as far apart as they would go, bracing herself against the side of the car, with her hands on his head. When he got an inch from her cunt, he stopped. "The skirt has got to go," he said.
He undid the waist, and pulled it down over her hips. She straightened up long enough to get it down her legs, and when it was on to pound, spread out again.
"Don't stop now," she said.
He started at her belly button this time, and worked down slowly, his bushy beard tickling ahead of his wet mouth. He played around her abundant cunt-bush, across the top and down the side to the insides of her thighs again. He played at the edge until she was screaming for more.
"Oh, Jesus, do it!" she moaned. "Do it before I go crazy!"
He did it. His tongue came out and wiped up through her thick, wet cunt-lips. He drew back and spread her gash with his fingers, carefully brushing the hair to each side, and planted his mouth to her cunt. His tongue went into her hole, and then up across the fat little cunt to play around it and over it, and over it, and over it. Virginia gasped for breath, her knees weak, and then they gave way. He held her up with his mouth, her weight pushing her cunt down on his face. Her twat opened wide and she started coming, and, God, what a come it was!
Virginia gasped and jerked, riding his upturned face and out thrust tongue like Calamity Jane on a saddle horn. Her guts were turning inside-out and she hadn't so much as seen his prick.
Her juices slickened her cunt like hot butter and his tongue slid in deep. It felt like a fat prick without a knob, and she loved the knob, but she came again, anyway. She slid from his grasp to the pound, moaning with a orgasm.
When she recovered, he had his pants off and was kneeling beside her. His cock was hardy thrusting from a forest of red hair. It was good. He started fucking, long slow strokes, each one a little faster than the last until he was humping like crazy.
Virginia felt the fat dong moving inside her hole and grunted with pleasure. She lifted her knees until her feet were flat on the pound, and rocked her hips. The sensations were growing stranger, the pulsing vibes shooting out from her stuffed cunt, down her legs, up into her belly, and she was coming hard. It was her third orgasm and almost as intense as the first, the one he brought with his mouth. And then it was even stronger, so good that she thought she would faint. God, it just got better and better, and he fucked steadily, sensing that he was in the right spot and that a good unbroken rhythm would bring her off over and over, bring her off until she was frantic with the good feeling.
"Jesus!" she hissed. "Jesus Christ, I never came so hard in my life!" She was shuddering, convulsing, jerking with spasm after spasm of female orgasm. "Aw… Christ! It's so fucking good!"
Ham felt her pussy sucking, opening and closing around his rigid cock, and started to come. The jizz boiled up from his balls and poured into her red-hot cunt in thick, creamy spurts. He shot charge after charge into her cunt until it was frothing like a vanilla soda under the tap.
"God, Virginia, you're the best fuck I've ever had, bar none," he gasped when finally his strength was spent.
"I live in Silver City. Will you stop over there?" Virginia asked, taking his face in her hands. She kissed him softly on the lips and then sucked at his bushy mustache.
"I will if I can see you," he answered.
"You can see me as often as you want. I never came so much in all my life. You're the best fucker ever."
Joan. and Terry watched the pair through the window. Even Joan was awed when she saw Ham pull his monstrous prick from Virginia's cunt. "God, he's hung like, a stud bull!" she gasped.
"He's got the biggest cock I ever saw," Terry said.
When they headed out again, Ham drove. Virginia snuggled against him. She was thirty-eight, happily married, and in love again. Maybe Harvey could get him a job, and if he wasn't afraid of a girl being too pretty, she would fix him up with Ruthie. After all, Ruthie was built just like Virginia, and she had to need a big man, a big man with a big cock. Yes, she would do anything to keep Ham near, even push her daughter into bed with him. She was sure the big man would have enough left over to give her a little now and then.
Ham drove for a couple of hours and then they changed seats and Joan drove. They necked and played with each other until Ham's cock was good and hard again, and then she sucked him off, happily swallowing the thick, heavy load that he poured into her mouth.
When they arrived in Silver City, Virginia gave him a hundred dollars and her phone number and address. He didn't want to take it, but he and Terry were suffering the shorts, so he took it, and promised to pay her back. She told him to get settled and call, call right away.
"God, that as some stud you got. I goofed," Joan said after they drove off. "Yeah, you did. Terry was cute, though!" "Was that his name?"
"You mean you fuck a guy and don't even know his name?"
"What's in a name?" Joan shrugged.
"Well, I know Ham's name, and I'm going to fix him up with Ruthie."
"You mean your daughter?"
"Yeah. He's going to marry her."
"You're nuts, Virginia. And I, thought I was screwy.
"You are screwy, Joan, but I guess I'm screwier. I miss him already. He's got to marry Ruthie so I can see him now and then. I'd marry him myself, but I'm already married."
"You could always get a divorce."
"That would be stupid, Joan. Harvey makes so much money, and he really doesn't care what I do. No, I'd rather he married Ruthie."
"And then you'd fuck him? Right?" Joan said. "Yeah. He could fuck me whenever he wanted," Virginia said, slouching down in her seat, a satisfied smile on her lips. "Turn at the next corner, honey. We're almost home."