"You're not really a hooker, are you, honey?" he said, his arm around her waist as they climbed the stairs to his room.
"No, but I ran out of money yesterday afternoon in D.C., and when you came on strong I thought I'd get some food money along with my fun."
"How did you get down here from D.C.?" he asked, sliding his hand up and down the smooth roundness of her hip.
"I blew the bus driver."
He laughed. "You are truly something else. Where the hell are you headed?"
"I don't know," she replied, "I haven't made up my mind yet."
The five hundred Midge had gotten from her Aunt May had lasted almost a thousand miles and two weeks. She had decided, on impulse alone, to head for New York.
She got side-tracked in Chicago.
She was sifting in a booth, in the airline terminal, alone, eating, when she overheard a conversation between a man and a woman coming from the booth behind her.
"But, honey," the man said, "I tell ya I can make the buy… a lousy hundred bucks, and three hours later, we're a thousand bucks richer."
"And what if you're busted? There goes our last hundred bucks, and no ball money," replied the woman, her voice on the edge of anger.
"No sweat," he insisted. "All I do is pick up and deliver. I mean I make both of the contacts. What the hell can go wrong?"
The conversation intrigued Midge. She had three hundred left. If the man was so sure, and if he could turn one hundred into a thousand, maybe he could turn three hundred into three thousand.
When the couple got up from the booth, Midge followed them. The guy was about twenty-five and the woman was a little older. Midge followed them out of the air terminal, across the street, and into a motel.
She watched them pick up a key and then she went up to the desk and told the man that she wanted an adjoining room to her brother and sister-in-law. She read the name to the desk clerk right off the card beneath his hand.
In the room she showered and changed from her little-girl traveling clothes into her pick-up clothes, complete with heavy makeup and sexy hairdo.
She found them in the bar. It was crowded so she needed no excuse to ask if she could share their table. She was proud of herself the way she seemed to adapt to the world outside the small town where she had grown up.
In no time Midge had the conversation around to the two points she was most interested in: sex and the making of some extra money. The couple caught on fast and eventually she admitted that she had overheard their conversation in the air terminal.
The woman's name was Lois and from the way she looked at Midge, it was obvious she swung both ways. He was Charley and he admitted that the only thing he liked better than being free, smoking hash, and dealing, was fucking beautiful, big-boobed cunts.
They both laughed, delighted, when upon offering to take Midge to their room for a little fun, she told them she was already there; right next door.
Midge gave Charley the money. He left to make the buy while the two girls went on up to the room. Midge went into the bathroom. She sat on the commode and left the door open. It was only seconds later that she looked up to see Lois standing in front of her.
Lois starting taking her clothes off at once. "I do wear a bra sometimes," she said as she slipped her sweater up over her head. "My tits are so damn big and heavy that sometimes it hurts if I don't From the way you fill that blouse I'll bet you got the same kind of trouble."
"Yeah," said Midge, smiling as she unbuttoned and removed her blouse.
Lois returned the smile, knowing as their eyes met that Midge might be young, but she was already a winner.
Lois cupped her heavy breasts and scratched at the indentations in her skin beneath them where the bra had left its marks. Her breasts were big, thought Midge, nearly as big as her own. The girl had a full figure, very fleshy and ripe, with a thatch of long russet pubic hair that hung down between her thighs.
"Why don't we go to bed," Midge said, "while we're waiting for Charley?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Lois laughed, and bounced out of the bathroom.
They had barely reached the bed when Lois shoved her head between Midge's Thighs and parted the glued-up lips of the girl's cunt with her tongue.
Midge twisted Lois' body around until she too could taste the delights of the other girl's cunt.
They rolled around on the bed, loving and sucking each other until they heard Charley come into the room.
Midge finally tore herself away from Lois' delightful cunt and tolled over. She looked down between the massive globes of her own breasts and saw Charley naked at the foot of the bed. She watched the swollen red tip of his cock swell again and again from the center of his fist as he pumped it.
"Started without me, huh?" he said, laughing.
"You'll catch up," Lois said, returning his laugh. "You're gonna love this, Midge. My lovin' old man there is a genius with his prick and he's got the staying power of a stallion."
Midge didn't know quite what was expected of her, but she was willing to go along with anything.
Lois crawled to the foot of the bed and started sucking Charley's cock. She ran her tongue lovingly around the bulbous head, down the upper side of the shaft, and then back outward along the rigid sperm tube on the underside. He took her head in his hands and savagely wrenched her head around until he could jam his cock, in one swift, hard thrust, far down her willing throat. The woman gagged but responded at once by bobbing her head up and down on his prick in time with his shoving hips.
"That's it, baby. That's the way to suck Daddy," Charley said, his eyes half closed in rapture. "Just get it good and wet 'cause Charley's got a special place for it."
Through the haze of sex that surrounded the room Midge remembered the other half of her interest in Lois and Charley.
"Charley?" she said.
"Yeah, baby."
"Did you make the buy?"
"What? Oh, yeah, yeah, baby. But don't worry about that shit now. Turn over on your hands and knees."
He took his cock out of his wife's mouth and crawled up on the bed. "Just relax your ass, honey," Charley said to Midge, nudging her anus with his hard cockhead. "Relax it just like you relax your pussy.
She did as he asked and marveled with surprise when she felt the bone-hard head of his cock slide easily into the hole. He had lubricated it well with his wife's saliva and juices from Midge's cunt before entering the anal channel. Further and further he slid it up the hole, until she could feel his hairy pubis nestled between the cheeks of her ass.
"There it is, baby. You got all my cock in your ass. Is it good?"
"Oh shit yes," Midge sighed, her eyes wide, her body jerking against him.
He began moving his hips, sliding the full length of his cock in and out of her asshole in long, pulsing strokes.
"Beautiful," said Lois as she slithered her head beneath Midge's body and between her knees. "You're a beautiful cunt, Midge. I'm so glad we spotted you in the airline terminal."
"You spotted me?" Midge said, only half paying attention to the other girl's words because of the joy that was reaming her ass.
"Shut up, both of ya," Charley said. "I mean, shit, let's fuck!"
Lois shoved two pillows under her ass, raising her cunt up so that Midge could taste the flow of juices from its pink lips. She looked up herself and sighed when she saw Midge's cunt just above her. It was covered completely by soft blonde hair. Where the hair parted she could see the dark folds of her cunt move in time with the strokes of Charley's cock as it rammed in and out of the asshole directly above the gaping slit.
Lois raised her face, lapped at Midge's clitoris, and buried her none in the soaking channel. She tongued the wet folds and used her lips like a suction cup on Midge's clitoris.
Midge screamed with joy at the double stimulation of Lois' mouth in her cunt and Charley's long, thrusting cock in her ass.
On and on they went, Charley reaming Midge's ass while the two girls ate each other until all three of them exploded in bliss. They rested for just a few minutes and then Midge and Lois changed places and they started in again.
They fucked nearly the whole night away until Midge drifted off into a blissful, satiated sleep.
The next morning she had showered and dressed before she realized that Lois and Charley were gone, and she had been taken. Along with them, of course, went most of her clothes and all but a few dollars of her money. It was a bitter lesson, but one she wouldn't soon forget.
She sneaked out of the hotel, hitched to Washington, and found a place to crash for two nights. There were nine people to a room and it was a toss-up M to who or what smelled the mast-the people or the room. Because of the free-spirited way of life they all seemed to have, Midge could almost accept the smell, even tough it went totally against her philosophy of getting something better out of life.
Even that was lost when, in the middle of the second night, she was awakened by a forty-year-old hippie trying to shove his cock in her mouth.
"Suck on it, will ya," he moaned. "I'd kick ya, honey, but shit, I'm so fuckin' spaced-out I can't move."
She squeezed his balls until he screamed in pain. She grabbed what clothes she had left, and split. It was only a matter of time at the bus station until the right driver showed up.
His name was Carlo and he practically told Midge his life story before they got into the room. He was married but because of his business he hardly ever saw his wife. He didn't mind too much, he said. He liked to travel and he liked a lot of strange pussy.
"Who was the woman you were talking to in the bar?" Midge asked.
"I don't know. Just some old cunt who wanted a young cock," he said, laughing. "But when I saw you I figured who needs that when something like this is available." He put his arms around her and cupped the cheeks of her ass with his hands as he nuzzled his face in the hollow of her neck.
"She looked attractive to me," Midge said, feeling the bulge in his crotch expanding against hers.
"Forget her," he sighed, "let's fuck. Let me tell you all the things I like."
As they undressed he detailed all the little quirks he liked to do right down to the timing of each one. Midge listened but she thought he was a little nuts. She just liked to do things as they came along rather than plan how to fuck, but she listened and went along with him.
In bed she played with his cock, self-satisfaction registering on her face when it grew to a gigantic size. If, she thought, he could use his cock as well as it looked, it would be a good night. She lowered her head to it.
"No," he said, reaching under her arms and pulling her upward until her tits were dangling just above his chest. "Run your jugs around my chest a little. Yeah, like that. Just tickle me with the nipples."
She propped herself above him until just her nipples floated across the hair on his chest, leaving waves of sensuality coursing through both their baffles in their wake. She revolved the upper pert of her body in ever-increasing circles as she moved, skin to skin, lower and lower on his body.
A tiny, continuous trickle of semen oozed from the head of his cock as her body ran across it. He traced patterns with it on the inside of her thighs, her pussy, her belly, and, at last, her tits. She squeezed her full breasts around it when she was low enough so he could hump his cock between them. She bent her head and licked greedily at the tip of his cock. It caused the saliva to overflow in her mouth and dribble out in streams over his prick and hairy belly.
"See?" he said. "It's like I told you… I never stop comin'. It hardly ever comes out in big gushes but it just keeps comin'."
He was right. His cock seemed to continually come in tiny spurts that would flow all over their bodies, or down her throat, or up her cunt. His huge sac never seemed to empty, and his cock, she would find out, could stay hard for hours.
"Now! NOW!" he groaned, his eyes narrowing to two needle points of desire as he reached with his hands and jammed her mouth roughly over the head of his cock. "Work on it, you cunt! Suck it!"
She groaned herself and sucked even harder as she felt the stream of hot fluid flow down her throat. It excited her, made her pussy stream with juice, and drove her on and on to satisfy his wildest desires.
She moved a little lower, spread his legs and paused with just the throbbing head of his cock poised in her mouth. She opened her mouth slightly around him so great gobs of saliva and semen could stream down around the hard staff. While she did this she worked her hands around and around on his cock until they and the staff were slick.
"Here," he said, rummaging around at the side of the bed and then handing her a long plastic instrument that looked like a huge cock. "Use this! Do it just like I told you!"
His tone was too commanding and she didn't like it. But something about his kooky needs and his general attitude toward sex did turn her on. She decided to do as he wanted first and get what she wanted later.
She rubbed the crack of his ass with her fingers, well lubricating his hole. With her tongue reaming the pinpoint opening in his cockhead, she reached behind him and found the dildo. She inserted its head and part of the shaft into her cunt, getting it well lubricated.
"Hurry," he urged, "I can feel it. I can feel the big one coming."
She removed the instrument from her cunt and placed its head against his palpitating anus. Slowly she lowered her head over his cock until about one-third of it was in her face.
Then everything happened at once. She shoved the dildo full length up his ass, causing him to groan m ecstasy and lunge upward with his hips. She drove her head downward at the same time, impaling her face and throat with the full length of his meat.
At once great gobs of his cum spurted from his throbbing staff, washing her throat as they slithered down to her belly. The more she would jab his asshole with the rubber cock, the more his prick would give forth with its milky liquid.
When his streams again became a trickle, she rolled to her side and let him slowly fuck her face while she removed the dildo from his ass and inserted it into her cunt. With the dildo she matched his rhythms until her cunt felt as though it was literally on fire from the pulsing friction.
He was still rock hard, and ready again just as he had promised he would be. "Now it's my turn," she groaned, and lifted herself to her knees above him. She pulled the dildo from her cunt and dropped it beside the bed as she swung her leg over his body and straddled his hips.
"You're nice and big, lover," she said. "I want some of that meat in my cunt."
The soft, rubbery lips of her pussy were wet and yawning open. They seemed to grab at him, drawing him upward until the tip of his prick was nestling directly in her vaginal opening.
"It's hard for ya, baby," he sighed, smiling up at her swaying breasts.
"Then fuck me with it!" she hissed.
He thrust upward with his hips as she settled downward. In only three thrusts he was buried inside her, balls deep, their pubic hair meshing as she ground the softness of her asscheeks and the hardness of her pelvic bane against him. She oohed and ahhed. She loved the sounds of fucking, the slurping suction of her cunt as she took his cock, the smacking sound of their bodies coming together in mutual joy.
Tiny groans of passionate pleasure erupted from both of them as she leaned far back, drawing his fat cock out of her passage until only the knob remained embedded between her pulpy folds.
"It's big, ain't it, honey?" he said, obviously proud of his meat. "You like it? You like how big it is?"
"It's big enough," she said, tired of listening to his bullshit. She jammed herself forward and down, burying the stiff rod far back in her cunt. Then she proceeded to startle him by giving him the fuck of his life.
She repeated the in and out action again and again, growling and voicing curses of sexual abandon that belied her age. Her body became a juggernaut of frenzied activity as she writhed on the mammoth cock; caressing and battering it against the far inside walls of her clasping pussy.
Midge was loving every inch of it, reveling in the man s lust and matching it with her own. Her back was arched, her head flailed from side to side, her lips were parted in ecstasy as the man's cock reamed in and out of her body.
"Oh, it's good, good, good!" she panted, using the force of her own hands on her hips to drive them downward to meet the force of his cock thrusts. "Oh shit, feed it to me! Ram it into me! Give me all your cock!"
Somehow, with almost the strength of a man, she grasped his hips with her knees and flipped both their bodies. He was amazed at her agility and strength as he suddenly found himself on top of her.
She wrapped her legs in a tight scissors grip around his hips. Now, instead of proudly displaying his prowess, the size of his cock, and his supposed superstud image, he was panting and hanging onto this wild mass of flesh beneath him with all his power.
He slipped out.
"Stick it in there, dammit!" she hissed between tightly clenched lips. "Move! Get your cock clear up my motherfucking cunt!"
"Holy… Jesus… Christ!" he cried in sheer exultation as he felt his hot cock trapped in the gooey mass of her pounding, clutching cunt.
She grinned, delighted at the look approaching terror on his face. She pulled his face down and kissed him.
His eager hands sought the pillows of her tits. They quivered to the tempo of his grinding cock deep in her body. He clutched them and fondled them and slobbered over them with his lips.
"Suck and play with the nipples!" she demanded. "Fuck! Oh, fuck harder, pound my pussy!" She rolled her hips harder, vibrating her pelvis as she locked him even tighter in the grip of her thighs.
She had surpassed him in need. He groaned, the sound rattling deep in his chest and vibrating from his raspy throat. His only desire was to lie motionless, perhaps for the rest of his life, with his cock in her pussy. But her hunger was greater. She clamped her cunt around the rod of his cock and made her cunt its second skin. In seconds it seemed to him that her box was moving in a dozen different directions all at the same time.
"Move it!" she shouted, "Dammit, MOVE IT!"
He fucked her in hard, straight strokes, going deeper each time, his cock feeling as though it would have to come out her throat with each succeeding thrust.
She started to scream something at him again, but the sound stopped in her throat. Her body went rigid and her face twisted as her lips pulled back from her teeth.
He almost stopped when he saw the strange way her face had contorted, but she urged him on, her hips banging against him at an even more furious pace.
He cried out as his cock began pumping, shooting off spurts of hot cum in her clutching box.
She too felt the searing, wonderful, hot sensation of orgasm rippling through her body. She settled her cunt clear over his cock so she could rock back and forth with her clitoris hard against his pubic bone and the top of his cock. She brought herself even higher with her action.
She cried out herself, unable to contain her mounting frenzy as she changed the technique of pressure against her button. She moaned, clutching him so tightly that her fingernails dug deeply into his flesh.
As the spasms subsided she felt his weight settle down upon her. She shook him. It did no good at all. He had fallen asleep right after finishing his come. She eased herself out, from under him and padded to the bathroom..
Quickly she showered and returned to the bed. She lifted the phone and dialed the desk. "Yes, this is room…" She paused, looking closely at the room number on the dial under the motel number. "This is room three-oh-one. I'd like a five o'clock call, please. Thank you."
Carefully, she pushed him to the far side of the bed and lay down herself. Her head was barely on the pillow before she slipped into a deep, dreamless sleep.
The first gray streaks of dawn eased their way through the curtains as Lucille cursed to herself and climbed out of bed. She peeked out between the curtains' cracks and cursed again when she saw the beginnings of a rainy, miserable day.
She glanced at her watch in the thin shaft of light. "Shit," she said, "five o'clock."
The bedclothes were half on the floor and the sheet had an indication of darkness from her perspiration. She had tossed and turned most of the night, getting very little sleep, and most of that in short spurts that were far from restful. It was a twofold problem. She was still angry at the young blonde man in the bar for dropping her in lieu of that young cunt and, on top of it, paying for pussy when Lucille was more than willing to fuck the hell out of him for the fun of it. Also, her mind was still in a turmoil over what to do next.
She decided that trying to go back to sleep would only be a waste of time. The dildo was still inserted far up inside her cunt from the night before. As she waited for the tub to fill with water, she sat on the commode and brought herself to a quick orgasm, all the while cursing dumb young broads who charge for it.
When the bath was ready she cleaned the dildo, carefully wrapped it, and replaced it in her bag. Then she bathed, dressed, and went downstairs.
As she passed the coffee shop she toyed with the idea of breakfast. She decided against it, getting two cups of coffee to go instead. The idea of actually facing eggs at such an early hour only served to upset her stomach more.
She ran for the car as the rain pelted her shoulders and her hair. As the motor warmed up and the wipers scratched water from the windshield, she again found her mind wandering. If he had gone with her the previous night she would be up in a warm bed now with a full pussy instead of being out in the rain in a cold car.
"STOP THAT!" she said aloud, almost frightening herself with the sound of her voice. "Asshole! Christ, Lucille… you're getting fucking obsessed about one turn down. He was probably a lousy fuck anyway. There's a lot of cock in the world and you're not dead yet… so move!"
Satisfied that she had properly told herself off, she put the car in gear and eased out of the parking lot.
Between the misty rain and the patches of thick fog, visibility was very close to zero. She drove slowly, making sure of each turn and following the signs leading to the interstate, not wanting to have to back up or cover the same pound twice.
At last, about a hundred yards in the distance, she spotted the sign directing her south and the on-ramp to the interstate. She also spotted a wet, shaking figure with a hand out, the thumb pointed up.
"Poor slob," Lucille murmured as she accelerated up the ramp past the huddled form. She was nearly to the top when her mind pulled the sash off the figure's head and she saw the tight blonde curls under it. She ground the car to an abrupt halt, nearly sliding against the curb, and peered through the rear window.
Even from such a distance Lucille couldn't mistake the open innocent face, the blonde hair, and the ample figure, barely disguised by the thin, wraparound coat.
Should I? She asked herself. Why not! Besides, it might be fun. I can find out if he was any good.
She slowly let the car roll back down the incline as she tapped, with quick bleating sounds, on the auto's horn.
The girl's face turned, smiled, and then she broke into a run. In no time She was at the car and had the door pulled open. She started to lurch into the warm coziness of the car when she stopped, peering into the face of the woman she had seen in the bar the previous evening.
"Don't you want a ride?" Lucille said.
"Yes… I mean yeah, sure. But.."
"Will ya get the fuck in!" Lucille said, her voice taking on a harsh quality. "Those seat cushions aren't vinyl… they dry slow."
The girl smiled and slid into the seat with a long sigh. Lucille pulled the car smoothly into the fast lane of traffic and accelerated quickly up to, and beyond, the posted speed limit.
It was several miles before they spoke, each of them sizing up the other with quick, furtive glances out of the corners of their eyes, and little sidelong twists of their heads.
Clean her up, thought Lucille, put some clothes on her, do something with her hair, and she would really be a beautiful girl.
I'll bet, thought Midge, her cunt wouldn't even melt ice cubes. How old is she? Thirty-eight? Thirty-nine? Hard to say. She's beautiful, well dressed, expensive car. She's probably got a lot of money and she's just out for a good time. Maybe she's gay. All the better, thought Midge.
"How far are you going?" Lucille asked, lighting a cigarette and offering one to the girl.
"I don't really know," Midge replied.
"Do you care. I mean, do you care how far you're going?"
Midge caught a flicker of interest in her voice. "No," she replied very deliberately, "not really. I usually go all the way."
Lucille smiled. There was something about the girl she liked, really liked. She decided to be blunt and see what kind of reaction she got. "How was he?"
"Who?" Midge asked. She turned her head and body around in the seat so she directly faced the older woman.
"You know fucking well who… the blond dude you picked up in the bar, back in the motel, last night."
"You mean the blond dude I stole out from underneath you last night?"
Lucille turned momentarily and caught the girl's wide grin. She returned it. "Yeah…" Lucille said, chuckling, "that's the one."
"He wasn't bad. He had a big dick but he didn't really know how to use it very well."
"You sound as if you should know," Lucille said.
"I do," Midge replied, cracking a window wing and pushing her cigarette out. "I think I scared him to death. He thought he was coming on real kooky, but I blew his head when I banged hell out of him."
"Did he pay you?"
"No."
Lucille let it drop for a few miles, thinking again that the kid probably did need a manager if she asked for only twenty and then didn't even get that.
Finally, Midge broke the silence. "Can I have another cigarette?"
"Sure," Lucille replied, dropping the pack in her lap and punching the dashboard lighter.
"I paid myself," Midge said, replacing the lighter and expelling a long stream of smoke. "I left an early morning call while he was crapped out. Then, this morning, I got up while he was still out and went through his bags, his. wallet, and all his pockets before I dressed and split."
"No shit?" Lucille said, biting her lip to keep from cracking up.
"No shit," Midge said.
So, Lucille thought, her stomach shaking from controlled laughter, the arrogant son-of-a-bitch had bought it anyway. He was Looking for a bargain, or what he thought was one, from a young, good-looking cunt who was undercharging herself, and he ended up paying through the nose for it. "How…" Lucille couldn't help laughing out loud,…. how much did you take him for?"
"A little over two hundred and fifty bucks. I left him the change."
"Beautiful!" Lucille cried, filling the car with shrill laughter.
"How far are you going?" Midge asked, when, at last, the woman called down and drove with one hand while she wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes with a hanky in the other.
"New Orleans… Florida maybe. I don't know, right now… I'm loose."
"I can pay my part of the gas," Midge said.
Lucille studied her out of the corner of her eye. They would make a good team, Lucille thought. The girl obviously enjoyed sex, she was young, and she could certainly take care of herself. Besides, Lucille's instincts about women were usually right.
"Can you drive?"
"Sure… why?"
"You see that boy way up there on the highway?"
"Yeah," Midge said, straining her eyes in the distance. "He's hitching."
"I'm going to pick him up and I want you to drive."
Midge smiled. "You gonna make up for last night?"
"That's right," Lucille said, braking the car, and scoring another point in her head for the girl.
She was smart.
They were going to get along just fine.