Chapter 5

He was eighteen and just bumming around the country-not out to seek his fortune, just out for some kicks. For all of his heavy talk about being a tentative man of the world and the gleam in his eyes at seeing two beautiful women in the car that picked him up, he hadn't the foggiest idea what he was about to experience.

The car had barely come to a halt when Lucille dove into the back seat and Midge slid over to drive. He climbed into the passenger side. Lucille leaned against the back of the front seat as the girl maneuvered the car back onto the highway and into the fast lane.

"What's your name?" Lucille asked as she struggled out of her skirt, panty hose and shoes.

"Don," he said, his lower lip vibrating, his eyes casing the obvious abundance of tit under Midge's thin sweater.

"How long have you been on the road, Don?" Midge asked, keeping the car at a steady pace.

"About a month," he answered.

"Been getting a lot?" Lucille asked, smiling as he started to squirm a little.

"Well... I... some," he stammered.

"Was it good?" Midge queried.

"Well... a... yeah... it's all good," he said, smiling, still nervous but hoping all their talk had action somewhere behind it.

"As good as this," Lucille said, grasping his hand and placing it on her breast behind the seat.

"That's... that's mighty fine," he gasped.

"You like to fuck, Don?" Midge asked, raising her ass in the seat and pulling her skirt up to her hips." 'Cause we love to fuck." "Doesn't everybody," he said, again laughing nervously. He gulped at the sight of Midge's full white thighs and the strip of black panty running down between them. Tiny blonde curls found their way outside the strip of material to make his mouth water and his cock harder to a prominent bulge at the front of his pants.

Lucille unhooked her bra and slid both it and her blouse off. Her tit, bare, the nipple hard, filled his hand and his whole body started to shake in anticipation. She settled into the back seat and spread her legs wide, resting her heels on top of the front seat, one of her toes tickling his ear.

"Then why don't you crawl back here and take a good turn on this!" He looked over the seat. What he saw made his hand go at once to his crotch. She was holding the lips of her pussy wide apart, giving him a beautiful view of the pink inner folds of her cunt. Clear liquid was already running in trickling streams from her hole. The clitoris was distended like a tiny cock that winked at him from the top of her delectable slit. For a woman her age her skin was smooth where the soft inner thighs molded into her cunt and the rounded bulges of her ample buttocks.

"Jesus!" he exclaimed.

"Let's see your meat," Midge said, trying with one free hand to fumble with his zipper.

He unzipped his fly and pulled his rigid cock free from his pants. It was a good solid cock, about eight inches, and thick, with a bulging head almost twice the width of the shaft.

"C'mon, baby," Lucille urged from the back seat, ramming two fingers up her cunt and then inserting them in her mouth so she could suck her own pungent juices. She watched the boy scramble over the seat, his face full of lust and youthful anticipation. There was even a bit of drool coming out the sides of his mouth. His cock was fairly leaping up and down in front of his pants. "Take your clothes off, baby," she said.

She watched him tear the clothes from his body. She knew that he would pop his nuts right away if he got inside her but she also knew she could get him up again right away. She knew about younger boys. They liked to see a woman at her primitive best. She knew that sprawling like that, in the back seat of a car, naked, traveling down a super highway, she looked just like that to him; legs spread, her face in a grimace of lust, her pussy gaping and throbbing under his gaze, her tits shaking as her hand ground into her cunt.

He settled over her, his cock pressing between her legs like a young bull's. She was moving her hips against his, and the heat from her pussy flowed through his body, blasting his brain. His thighs started shaking and his. arms turned to putty. He could hardly hold his weight off her body.

She knew he was lying about getting any. He had probably done nothing all that month on the road but masturbate. Just seeing her body and being that close to it made his cock jump so badly that she was sure he was going to come all over her belly before he even got inside her.

"You gonna come, baby," she said. "Take it easy, no rush." "I can't help it," he gasped, his tongue practically hanging out of his mouth; his eyes glued to the bouncing hugeness of her pink-tipped breasts. "Let me get it in ya!" "Wait a minute, honey," Lucille cooed. "I don't want that. I want you in me and with me for a good long one... Let me finish you off the first time mother way and then you can relax and we can both enjoy it." "What... how?" he jabbered.

"You ever been blowed, sweetie?" Lucille asked.

"Just by a guy... once, when I was in school. But I ain't gay." "Of course you're not, Donnie, honey," Lucille said, trying to calm him down. "Fucking is fucking... any way you get it is good." She pushed him over to sit on the seat while she got down on her knees in front of him. She ran her tongue up both of his thighs, mouthed and tongued his balls, and rubbed her ample tits against his knees.

"Oh shit," he groaned, "oh shit, that feels good." She plunged her mouth down over his hard cock, taking almost half of it into her throat m one suck. She wasn't going to waste his first, good big come on the outside of her body. She wanted it in her belly, whether it was through her cunt or through her mouth meant no difference. She wanted to suck his cock anyway, relieve him of that first load so that he could stay with her, bring her to many orgasms and then have another of his own, perhaps bigger than the first.

In front, Midge turned the rear-view mirror downward so she could see all the sweet action going on in the back seat. She saw the boy's face twist into what became almost an intense parody of passion as his meat slid again and again far down Lucille's obviously practiced throat. The older spread ass was raised in the air, the cheeks Midge saw the goo run in streams from the upside-down split of her cunt, and wished she was in the back seat to suck a little of the woman's good pussy while she sucked the boy's cock. She satisfied herself, for the moment, by curling three fingers in her own wet nest and getting herself off nice and easy by just watching.

It didn't take long. He had been so long without a woman that the mere feel of her lips against his cock sent an orgasmic thrill through his legs and balls. When he had hitched his first ride, nearly a month before, from the little Kansas town where he had grown up, he had dreamed that one day some beautiful woman would pick him up and demand that he fuck her. And now it was truly happening to him. And it was good.

She knew he was coming. Her arms were wrapped around his legs and she felt them shiver and shake as his cum started to explode from his balls and start its flow up through his hard shaft. She opened her mouth more, took all his cock until her upper lip was pressed hard into his shag, and waited with glee for the explosion.

The first shot came at that exact time, when she had taken his whole cock. It came with such force that she had to swallow and keep swallowing or run the risk of choking. But still she couldn't get it all down. Milky cum built up in her cheeks, mixed with her saliva, and spilled out in oozing streams around his staff, dripping down her chin and over his balls.

He was gasping and panting. He had been kneading her tits while she sucked him. Now he became possessed. His cock wilted a little, not a lot, but a little. With a slurping sound he pulled it from her lips and flipped her over on her back. She saw at once that he was even more ready to please her than she had pleased him.

"Yeah, baby," she hissed. "Go after it... give me your head now!" His mouth drooled as his face neared her seething pussy. Suddenly he was between her legs, kissing, sucking, biting her lips. Her legs locked around his head and her hands grabbed his long hair, shoving his nose up her twat. She excited him, boiled his young blood, She was a woman who gave and got her pleasure from a man. And, at the time, he happened to be the man.

He never hesitated but burrowed his face deeper and harder into her cunt, savoring its warmth and its musky odor. Lucille sighed, taking and loving the attention she was getting from the youth. She looked up and saw Midge's face in the rear-view mirror. She winked and the girl winked back. She saw Midge's lips silently form the words: "Don't wear him all the way out." Lucille laughed aloud and retorted, also silently, "I don't think I could." Lucille humped herself into his mouth, matching the solid thrust of his tongue with vicious pumps of her own. He held her by the hips, grinding in closer and closer, deeper and deeper as he instinctively searched for more wetness, more closeness, gulping more of her juices and letting tern pour down his gullet.

She released his hair and started kneading her own tits. She pinched one of her nipples between her thumb and forefinger and liked the way it hardened under her touch, wanting his mouth on it but deciding his mouth was far better where it was.

She cupped a breast in each hand and pushed tern both up toward her mouth. She kept her legs locked around his head, her hips still pumping her wet cunt into his face. She loved to squeeze and push the weight of her tits around on her chest, feeling them flaw one way and then forcing them another. She closed her mouth over first one nipple and then the other, feeling the shock and joy of her own tit-sucking transmit itself to the nerves of her cunt.

She looked between her breasts and watched him suck on her cunt. "Take it lover... suck it and bite it, 'cause that's what it loves." Her voice got through to him and he raised his face from her cunt, It was a mass of pussy juice and loose cunt hair. "How's it feel?" he asked, proud of himself.

For an answer she ground her heels into the back of his head, lowering his face once again to her cunt. He gnawed and chewed on her clitoris, sliding his mouth all over her thighs and her hole. His tongue teased, and then penetrated, stinging her inner walls like a viper.

She was coming. She could feel it rising in her cunt and belly. Finally she squeezed him to her and released her orgasm into his mouth. Its musk was so strong that he could feel it rising in waves and wafting throughout his senses.

She kept up the pressure against the back of his head until her first come was spent. As she relaxed, he rose to his knees with his joint bouncing between her legs. It had gotten hard and full again as she had known it would. Youth was a wonderful thing, she thought, especially in a man.

She took his cock hard in her hand and guided it to her hole. She liked the way her cunt lips seemed to encircle his staff by themselves, crawling over the head of his cock and absorbing it into the inner wetness through the moist opening.

Even though her cunt was sopping wet, he giggled with pleasure as he felt his cock slide into the still somewhat constricted opening.

She seemed to read his mind. "It just fits you, lover."

"I know," he sighed. "Oh shit, it feels good when it slides in like that... I mean, the first time." He took his time, working it in a bit at a time, inch by inch as she writhed under him, pulling him down into her, rubbing up against him as his enormous cock sank slowly into her ready hole.

He supported the bulk of his weight on his elbows as she wrapped her legs around his back and spurred him in the ass with the heels of her feet. He ground his pelvis into hers and sank his cock all the way to the balls. They both thrilled to the extraordinary contraction of her cunt capturing his cock.

"Give it to me!" she suddenly screamed, making her cunt come alive between her twisting, rolling thighs. She was alive to his prick, absorbing it and draining it so that he didn't have to make a move if he didn't want to.

She was a woman. Truly a woman, and he had never had one before. All the pussy he had ever been in blanched in comparison to this beautiful, exciting, wanton hunk that now writhed and squirmed beneath him.

He humped into her, letting her enjoy the full length and thickness of his cock as he reamed her back and forth, in and out, letting the solid head of his prick poise in the opening of her cunt until she greedily forced the entire shaft down again deep into her hole until it seemed it would bulge her belly.

And then they both felt the sensations of an oncoming climax. She dug her nails into his back and he throbbed his sperm into her as hard as Ins cock could pump.

She writhed through two orgasms, one right after the other, before she would let her body relax under him.

In the front seat Midge looked down between her legs and thought how she loved to watch two people really go at each other in a good fuck. The seat was soaked with her come and pussy juices. She had brought herself off at least twice watching Lucille fuck the boy, and still her cunt throbbed with wanting.

"Lunchtime," Lucille laughed from the back seat. She leaned across the seat, kissed Midge on the cheek and jammed her hand between the girl's legs, kneading the wet, soggy cunt she found there. "And then it's your turn." They stopped for lunch. Lucille chattered all through it, directing most of her conversation toward Midge and hardly paying any attention to the boy. She told the girl about her wants and needs, about her lousy husband and how he never wanted to fuck her, and how she had some big ideas about not getting hooked up with another loser if she ever tried again.

Midge listened to the woman, but with only one ear. The boy, Don, was not really her type. She liked studs, real studs with crazy ideas on how to fuck, and huge cocks to do it with. But watching Lucille ball him had gotten her hotter than a firecracker, and all she could think about through the meal was getting him into the back seat and feeling his cock in her.

Back in the car Midge wasted no time. Lucille had barely hit the highway before she had all her clothes off and was ordering the boy to do the same.

While he was undressing she posed for him, taking a deep breath and thrusting her tits far out from her chest. They were at least two cup sizes larger than Lucille's. It had the desired effect, and the boy literally ripped his clothes from his body, snorting like a young bull in the process.