Chapter 4

"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.