Let me describe it for you, before I go on to tell about our trip to the border. There we were with the mark among us, and I was sending my spear into her vault, reaming her cunt from behind beautifully. I could see myself in an adjacent vanity mirror, and I was holding her hips, she was on her knees, I had my belly against her ass cheeks, and I was laughing like hell at myself in that mirror from the good feeling it was giving me to ram her bun that way.
All the while Higgie was in front of her on his knees, his back against the headboard, and he had his cock in her mouth. She was on her elbows and had her neck strained and was gobbling his pork, her eyes closed and tears flowing from them. And he was fucking her solidly into her mouth.
Beside her, on her own knees, Angie was reaching up to play with the dope's nipples, feeling Sally's titties, and occasionally going under her to suck her nips. And Sally was responding by shaking all over and by wriggling her can at me. And we all were having one helluva good time.
Soon Higgie and I started working for our comes. Looking into the mirror, I could see his tension mount the same as did mine. We both were grinning at that mirror, watching what was happening like a couple of happy kids, and we hardly could keep our eyes open. Soon all we could do was fuck what was in front of us. I couldn't see my spear going in and out of her bun because she had her ass smack against my belly, and vice versa. But just watching Higgie's big dick go in and out of her mouth turned me on some more, and soon I was imagining that his cock was my own and that I was studding the bitch from both ends. And it sent the old cream high in my balls, and soon I was ready to pop.
That's when I savagely grabbed her hips, didn't laugh anymore but just raged, "You fucking lousy bitch, I'm going to send my payload into you now. I'm going to wallop you good with my come, you lousy twat. I'm going to give you the treatment now, believe me." And I seared her cunt hard and heavy and fast, fast, fast, with my powerful rod.
It was a wild and good feeling, something crazy, and I felt the jism rushing out from my balls and along my pole and straight into her hot cunt. I felt it spilling away, and I felt the relief coming to my ached groin. I shoved and shoved and felt the tremendous pressure release itself from my loins as I spilled my crap into her. It was great. I hated the bitch, but I loved to pour that jism up her hole.
At the same time Higgie gave her the treatment, too. He sent his come solidly into her mouth. And he squeezed her throat, too. "Bitch," he snapped, "swallow every ounce of it. You hear? Don't let a drop go unswallowed. Take it right down into your bowels, you bitch. Take it all." And he made her swallow every drop of his come.
The cunt bawled, naturally. It pleased me. I wanted to beat the shit out of her, too, because I wanted to be pleased even more. But it was good just to see her bawl. Like a nut, she remained on her elbows and knees, let me stay in her hole and kept Higgie's dick in her mouth despite all her crying. I knew that she was a bitch like every other bitch. They're all the same. They pretend they're worth something, and they all end up the same way, needing cock and holding onto it whenever they get the smallest chance. Bitches.
Then we got the hell out of there. We said we were just going for a ride, and we dressed and got the hell out of there. First though Angie took Sally into the bathroom for a shower, and they went together into the stall and closed the curtain on themselves. Higgie and I peeked in to see if Angie was keeping up the act, and she was, because they were embracing, kissing deeply and shoving their bodies together the way it was supposed to be. Naturally, Sally was reacting from self-pity and sorrow, and Angie was using the situation perfectly.
As Higgie whispered to me when he saw that, "Before it's over, that cunt will be willing to do anything." And that's why Angie got Sally to eat her on the way down to the border.
It started as a simple ride around town, as I've said, but then Higgie got the idea we ought to see some friends he said he had on the border. Angie protested that it might be too far for Sally to go. I said Sally had traveled plenty of places. Angie asked Sally if that was true. Sally was iffy. Then Angie changed her mind about it being too far, pretended that Sally had satisfied her with a comment that Sally was "used to everything", something which Sally hadn't even said, and then Angie started hugging Sally in the back seat, loving her, saying Sally was the sweetest girl she ever had met and everything else along that stupid line.
It wasn't long before the psychology of the situation took over. Sally, apparently in self-pity and needing strong comfort which Angie gave her and with a determination also to prove to Angie that she could do all things without qualms, soon took off her clothes with Angie's help, did the same for Angie, and proceeded to start the lez act in the rear seat.
Higgie and I watched the performance through the rearview mirror. It was a beautiful thing to see. Let me describe it for you. Angie moved Sally low on the back seat, raised Sally's legs around her own shoulders, then went onto the seat herself on an angle, so that one of her feet was on the floor and the other knee was on the seat. She caressed the outsides of Sally's thighs, grabbed the mark's rump, and went low and swift for the kill. If you looked closely in the rearview, every once in awhile, you could see Angie's expert tongue darting in for the kill.
Sometimes too, Angie would raise her head and start licking Sally's tits, giving those hefty orbs a lot of good kisses, licking all around the wide aureoles and bringing the nips to outstanding thrusts. And Sally soon stopped her whimpering from self-pity and now whimpered and moaned and sighed from good feeling. And sometimes the mark even managed to open her eyes and look down at her benefactress very pleasedly, a small and happy lingering smile on her paralyzed lips. And it wasn't long before the mark threw her head back against the seat, opened her mouth in a gasp, closed her eyes tightly, and began thumping Angie's mouth with her hump.
"Raise your legs," Angie commanded her. "Stretch them out, hold the backs of your knees, and lock your ankles together. And fuck my mouth like you've never fucked a mouth before." And Angie renewed her savage attack on Sally's cunt.
It was beautiful to watch. It actually turned me on, believe it or not. I was getting hot just from looking at them. And Higgie saw it. "We'll bring that dummy up front after awhile," he whispered, "and she can blow us all the way down to the border." He winked to me. And we went back to watching the action in the rearview mirror.
Then it was Angie's turn to get eaten. After she brought Sally to a terrific come, they turned tables. Sally was still limp from a violent explosion in which she had yelled to the skies from her good feeling. She had humped her twat at Angie's mouth like a truck going eighty into an underpass. And she went insane from the attack. Finally she broke loose all that was in her, dropped her legs to Angie's shoulders, sucked air and opened her eyes and looked like a happy and exhausted little girl down to Angie when my "sister" came from between the dummy's legs.
And that's when Angie said, "Okay, now it's my turn."
Sally looked at her dumbly. Angie said, "Sure. You don't think everything's for free, do you? I want some good times, too. Hurry up, kid, get your ass off the seat and get down here so we can change places. I want your tongue up my vag right now." And she started to turn Sally for the new situation.
They changed places, first lingering beside each other on the back seat, Angie embracing Sally, drawing her close for a tongue-to-tongue job. And Angie spread her legs widely, twisted a little, and I could see her hairy cooz starting to flow just from her own anticipation. Sally affectionately crowded to her in the kiss, and locked a leg over Angie's thigh as Angie played with one of Sally's nips. Both of them were spread, and if you like to see what a cunt looks like close-up, that was a good opportunity. They're not the nicest things in the world to study, especially when the pussy fur doesn't cover those ugly lips and the red gash.
Angie forced Sally onto the floor, easing her down even while she spread her legs farther for the dummy, and soon she had Sally busy between her legs. Angie winked to us as she locked her thighs around the kid's neck, and she shoved her twat hard into Sally's face. "Eat me, lover," she whispered, grabbing Sally's hair and pulling it wildly. "Eat me for all you're worth. Give me a terrific tongue job. Eat me all the way."
Sally did what she was told, and Angie went crazy. "Oh, wow," Angie exclaimed amidst the licking. "Like you're driving me insane. Baby, I didn't think you could do it so well. Keep it up, lover. Keep it up." And her words encouraged the dummy to lick her better than ever. Soon Sally had Angie going wilder and wilder till that point where she shoved her twat at Sally's face with such a banging that she almost knocked Sally back against the front seat. It was a genuine explosion.
Afterwards we stopped in the shade of a tree on the highway, climbed out naked, and all took turns screwing Sally, even Angie going onto her and rubbing boxes together behind that tree as the traffic whizzed past us. And, as Higgie had earlier suggested, he and I had the cunt suck our dicks the rest of the way to the border, Sally alternating on our rods, staying on the car floor between us all the way, finishing sucking one and then starting on the other, back and forth all the way to the border. It was the wildest.
Well, you know what we did with the cunt, don't you? Sure. We delivered her to a cathouse. We went to see Higgie's friends, a pair of Mexicans, slicked and mustached, they eyed the merchandise and asked for a fitting. We encouraged the girl on a wild party and she laid them both. They liked what they found, and they asked for the ticket. Higgie told them the price, and they bought the goods. Then we told Sally that it was just a temporary thing and that she shouldn't worry about a thing. To ease the pain, Angie stayed with her awhile and worked the cathouse too. They both took customers, sometimes together, and soon Sally found herself getting used to the place. Then Angie cut out, and we left the slut where she belonged. Oh, she bawled the night we left, but we lied and told her we wouldn't be gone long. And then we couldn't care less. We just blasted out of there and counted our earnings. It had been a nice haul.
That's when I realized the beauties of procuring. Higgie offered me a piece of his set-up, and Angie and I proceeded to work the scheme in a series of towns, me always enrolling in or hanging around some high school, looking for the perfect marks, then lining them up and delivering them to the border. I went on with the business for three years, working it when I felt like traveling the country, otherwise, enjoying the whole show. And then I got the crazy idea of doing something different.
Let me talk about that for awhile.