Chapter 4

Darlie and I had just dried off when we heard Wilma’s knock on the door. Darlie was wrapped in a bath towel, I was still completely naked. Opening the door a crack I spied Wilma carrying what looked like a computer bag and opened the door wide enough for her to see my full nudity. Wilma stepped inside. As I closed the door she said, “Well Mr. Damron your face is the same one I saw when you registered. But you are as limp as you were when you left me earlier in the week. I hope your girlfriend hasn’t worn you out.” She heard Darlie’s chuckle coming from the bedroom, a voice with which she was quite familiar. “And I can’t wait to meet this little girl of yours.”

Darlie had been to the Oktapotomi numerous times, many times as a youth and a half dozen times with her father and/or Hobart Simpson. She was well acquainted with Wilma Dillard ... so well acquainted that she knew the deep red nipples of her breasts, the heart-shaped, mahogany red hair on her mons, and the smell and taste of her sex.

When I had “convinced” the college girl to agree to a late-night threesome with “the woman at the desk,” she forced me to drag out my entreaty before coyly agreeing. In the bathroom when the woman came to the door when Darlie had heard Wilma’s quip about my limp dick Darlie couldn’t stop herself from laughing out loud.

Though she hadn’t seen me in my car when I drove up to the Oktapotomi registration office Wilma had enough confidence in me to know that I would be with someone exciting and attractive. When I mentioned a late-night get-together, she had no trouble gearing up for a pleasant Friday night romp. She liked me. We were good friends, and I was a partner of Hobart Simpson’s. With Hobart and me, it was never a Chamber Chatter deal of great sex among good friends. It was something she enjoyed just three nights ago with the two of us.

When she heard the laughter from the bathroom Wilma was sure it was Darlie. When Darlie c the room wrapped in a towel, sporting that incredibly infectious smile, she thought what a small world this is. She would have been more surprised had she known that Darlie’s presence was the result of a chance encounter, one not actually s Hobart and/or Lamar Culbertson as an advantageous business bribe. She wouldn’t have been surprised that Culbertson would have been sharing his daughter with someone other than Simpson, someone with whom there existed a long-term, “special” situation.

When Darlie walked into the room she stopped in mid-stride, struggling to keep a straight face. When she played coy with me about three-way sex with the woman at the front desk, though she knew that Wilma often worked there, she thought Wilma might be involved in Starkville with “big game” football clients. Gathering herself she continued forward with an outstretched hand. “I’m Darlie,” she said. “And you are...?”

With a shrewd smile, Wilma reached out to shake hands with the young girl. “Wilma, Wilma Dillard,” she said, I’m pleased to meet you ... Darlie did you say?”

Except for Darlie’s hesitation and Wilma’s tight smile, there was no way for me to know that Wilma and my exciting college “find” had, over the span of the last three years spent four nights together, along with Hobart and/or Lamar. As it was both women were enjoying the ruse.

I thought I sensed something in the air but felt Darlie was a little uncomfortable with someone new, a woman coming in on such an intimate arrangement that I had cajoled her into in the first place. I wondered if she might not have experienced a woman before. So many of the younger girls seemed to be experimenting more with that than those of my genera. Just the same I thought Darlie is pretty cool about the whole thing.

Wilma set down her bag of goodies, eyed me up and down, and centered on my flaccid but reddened member. “I’m feeling a bit overdressed,” she quipped. Looking approvingly at Darlie’s delicious young body she gave me a look as if to say, “you randy rascal you.” In her best Mississippi drawl, she asked, “How shall we do this darlin?” Giving Darlie a saucy, woman-to-woman look she asked, “Should the gentleman undress the lady?”

Blushing gratuitously Darlie said, “I suppose so.”

Giving Darlie an appraising once-over Wilma smirked at me and said, “Quite a saucy young lady you’ve brought to me sugah.” My penis was beginning to replace the arc of my former erection. She hooked her finger at me in my nakedness and said, “Come to Momma you naughty boy.”

In a feigned disapproving voice she said to the college girl, “Pay attention darlin’, this might come in handy for y’all someday.” As I closed the distance, she reached out her hand, grasped my cock, and drew me closer to her, kissing me on the lips. Before opening her mouth and giving me the impassioned French kiss she knew I loved, Wilma stroked my cock a few times saying, “nice package y’all have there, sweetie.”

Extending her hand to Darlie who seemed rapt with Wilma’s performance she hooked her finger at the girl to come closer. Reaching Darlie’s right hand she drew her close and loosened the towel which dropped into a white, terry pool around her ankles. Wrapping her arm around the girl’s torso she cupped her breasts and hugged her close.

Quite comfortable with Wilma in an MWM threesome I wrapped my arms around both women in a group hug. Wilma broke the kiss and pecked Darlie’s lips before penetrating her mouth with her full tongue. Feigning innocence as well as expressing her true feelings Darlie said, “Ohmigosh, this is SO wicked he-he-he.”

Breaking the kiss Wilma smiled at Darlie and asked, “Do you think darlin that y’all can get this lady’s panties off?”

The coed raised the hem of Wilma’s flared skirt, put her thumbs under the elastic band, and peel them over the older woman’s generous hips. I unbuttoned, unzipped, and unpeeled the flowery brown skit, dropping it to the floor. Grasping the hem of her armless ecru top and as Wilma raised her arms to allow me to shuck the garment; I peeled it off, leaving her only in her matching lacy brown bra, brown thigh-highs, and tan high heels.

To Darlie she said, “Kiss me, baby.” As the girl kissed her passionately Wilma put her hand between Darlie’s legs and coaxed them open. When she cupped her mons and parted her slit the college girl let out a kittenish mewl.

“My, my, my,” Wilma said as she worked my now swollen cock, “This monster is gonna slip so easily into this little girl’s wet pussy. Aren’t you just a bit ashamed of yourself Mr. Damron?”

Playing the game I chuckled, looked at Darlie who was blushing, and replied ed. “Hell Wilma, I wasn’t even ashamed of myself the first, second, or THIRD time I did it.”

Nothing that we were doing seemed new to Darlie. But both women felt the need to keep the charade alive. I on the other hand had been involved in three-way sex with another man and Wilma, but never just me and two women. I was accustomed to Wilma, not only as a sexual playmate but as a long-term business associate as well.

On the other hand, Darlie seemed to be completely new to this. To my surprise, our initial sex proved to be seamless and exciting. There was no question in my mind that the young woman had been around the block as far as carnal proficiency was concerned. I found her to be the epitome of erotic coziness. Darlie resolved to act as if this was an entirely new experience, and let Wilma take control as she had before. She would play her role as submissive and do what the skillful prostitute demanded. Wilma kissed her while exploring her flooded slit with her fingers as she had done before. Darlie just wanted to please and be pleased. It would be like it was with her father and with Hobart Simpson. I’ll just go along for the delicious ride that I know it will be.

Wilma broke the kiss, took both of Darlie’s hands, and scanned the young body up and down. “Brady,” she asked, “Don’t y’all just love the way these young women shave their pussies? It’s precious, don’t ya think?” I had been completely taken in by the ruse and simply grinned.

“Baby girl?” Wilma asked Darlie, “Have you ever been with a woman before?”

“No ma’am,” Darlie replied in a little girl’s voice.

“Then Honey this is going to be a real treat for both of us.”

“Yes ma’am,” she cooed as she thought Oh God, don’t I know it.

Looking at me Wilma thought, he’s buying it hook, line, and sinker. Casting a sideways glance at Darlie she gave her an imperceptible nod which indicated, “Just follow my lead and he’ll be none the wiser. And y’all are gonna have one of the best times of y’all’s life.”

To Darlie: “Sit on the edge of the bed darlin and ole Wilma will give y’all some cookies.” The demure college girl obeyed, sitting on the edge of the mattress. “Lay back sweetie and raise your legs.”

Looking at me Darlie’s eyes asked the question: “Is this, okay?” I nodded. She rolled her eyes as if to say, “Well, ok,” and then did as the older woman asked. When Wilma covered Darlie’s pussy with her mouth the girl looked over at me and cried out, “OMIGOD Brady this is HOT”, her legs quivered and she squealed,” ooh, ooh, OOH”?

Though she had been with other women Wilma savored the coed’s taste and scent. For her, there was nothing more delicious and exciting than this young woman. She gave a mental smile as she thought, oh baby, it’s too bad we have to carry on this charade. She loved how Darlie would usually say, “Oh yes Wilma, lick little Darlie’s CUNT.”

For Darlie this was her version of being a good girl. It was all she could do to hold herself back from yelling all the nasty words that her daddy loved to hear when they were together with Wilma. And Wilma got her off the hook when she looked up at me stroking my reddened and rigid member by saying, “Don’t ya think Brady that we can make this little girl say some nasty, adult words?” With a broad smile, I nodded.

She cajoled, “Darlie baby says, ‘lick my nasty little cunt.’”

Darlie echoed the words in a little girl’s voice.

“Say it like a big girl baby.”

“LICK MY NASTY LITTLE CUNT WILMA!” Wilma chuckled, I guffawed and Darlie giggled.

“Does my baby want Wilma to sit on her face while this mean, ole man stabs y’all’s pussy with his big ole monstah cock?”

Once again, playing coy, she looked at me for my approval. I nodded, giving her a grin. “Oh yes,” Darlie said. I would LIKE that.”

Wilma stood up and put one knee on the bed. Leaning forward on her hands she pulled up the other knee up and walked on all fours ‘til her legs were even with Darlie’s head. Sidling closer to her head she threw her inside leg over the younger woman’s face. Lowering her pussy to the girl’s mouth settling her ass on her chest.

Darlie smelled the familiar scent of Wilma’s always-aroused pussy and tasted her delicately flavored musk. God, she thought, how this woman EXCITES me.

Looking at me Wilma said, “Come here big boy and let Wilma get a taste of the big thing sticking out of y’all’s crotch.

I moved to the other side of the bed so she could reach out and grab my eight-inch erection. As she wrapped her hand around it, she said, “I swear Brady Damron y’all’s certainly the owner of a prize package.” Leaning forward she licked the precum around my glans then covered it with her mouth. Like a gourmet tasting a stunning dish she muttered, “Mmm, mmm, mmm.”

Darlie loved being with Wilma, she was always in control, and always orchestrated these group things so well. “Don’t dawdle,” she heard the woman say as she took her mouth off Brady’s cock, “I’ll get busy licking our baby girl’s peeking little clit.” With Wilma’s pussy covering her mouth Darlie’s eyes caught the view of my substantial erection plugging her mentor’s mouth. For some reason, my sizeable bulk looked even bigger in Wilma’s mouth than she remembered it in her hand, h, and pussy. As she fluttered her tongue on Wilma’s clitoris she watched as Wilma’s hand wrapped around my shaft and stroked. As her head bobbed in and out on the end portion of my saliva-slickened phallus Darlie’s eyes caught the other hand that toyed with my well-stuffed scrotum.

The room was filled with Wilma’s sighs and grunts from the pleasure caused by her quivering tongue mingled with gulping breaths of her cock-filled mouth along with my sibilant gasps of joy at the pleasure she was giving me.

Pulling her lips off my cock Wilma said, “Brady, darlin’, why don’t you fill this little girl’s pussy with this big cock of yours?”

While I got up and walked around the bed Wilma pivoted her pussy on Darlie’s mouth to face me. Darlie’s head was in the middle of the bed, her ass was on the edge of the mattress and her feet were dangling just above the floor. With a quirky smile, I opened the girl’s legs and stood between them. Wilma leaned toward me and reached for my erect penis. “Lift your legs baby girl,” she said. When she lifted them compliantly Wilma added, “Spread ‘em a little wider sweetie.”

To me, she asked, “Isn’t her little pussy sweet Brady?”

With her left hand wrapped around my cock as if it were a hammer handle, she spread the young woman’s puffy lips, opening them with a sodden click. “Ooh baby,” she said to the girl whose face was beneath her ass, “I see you’ve eaten pussy before. You’re EXCEPTIONALLY good.”

“Mm, hmm,” was the sound of Darlie’s muffled response.

Taking a good look at the young woman’s ginger-colored, wafery folds she lubricated her finger by sliding it into the coed’s squishy furrow, probed her opening, and pushed her finger deep inside. “Oh baby,” Wilma said, “Y’all’s pussy is so very tight and wet.” She hooked her finger against the front of Darlie’s vagina and dug it into her g-spot.

“Mm, gawd,” was Darlie’s thrilled muffled response.

Looking at my thick cock in her hand she said, “I know you’ve been inside this little girl’s cunt tonight darlin and to tell the truth I don’t know how the darned thing fit.” Leaning forward she kissed my lips, pulled my cock toward her, and painted my glans with Darlie’s sexual lubrication.

Locked in a French kiss with me Wilma wiggled my cock in Darlie’s groove until she found the opening. As I leaned forward Darlie’s pussy opened. Feeling like she was sucking me in I filled her, my mound slapping against her saddle as the head of my cock thumped her cervix.

In panic Darlie pushed hard against Wilma’s ass, creating air space. “Jesus Brady. That HURT! And Wilma when you sit on my face like that I can’t fucking BREATHE!”

Wilma had experienced the hurting thud of my cock against her cervix before. She felt for the girl but said, “Tsk, tsk Darlie. That’s not the way a southern bell’s supposed to act. Brady darlin,’ it’s up to you to discipline our little girl. She needs a spanking. I believe you know what to do?”

I had spanked Wilma many times before and knew she loved it. I didn’t know if Darlie would. When pulling my long cock out of Darlie’s tight pussy she was so tight that it pulled the skin back before it came out looking like it was pulling through a tight collar. Wilma rolled off of Darlie’s face. I wanted to apologize for hurting and traumatizing Darlie’s cervix but knowing how good Wilma was at directing these revelries I just sat on the edge of the bed and said, “Over my legs Darlie.” With a pouty grimace, Darlie held her hand against her tummy as she got up. When she lay over my legs, I slapped her bottom bringing forth an “Ow!” and a red blotch formed on her bottom where I slapped her.

“Harder,” said Wilma.

Bringing my hand down harder, “Smack!”

“Harder.”

I was getting concerned about Darlie’s, but Wilma winked and said, “Harder darlin’.”

Bearing down I hit her one more time harder, “Slap!” the hand marks on Darlie’s ass were getting deep red.

Whining with each previous slap she let out a ghastly shriek that scared me. But when she kept crying out and writhing on my lap, I was surprised to feel a wetness that was seeping out of her pussy onto my bare lap. It felt strange as did I. Looking at Wilma I asked, “How did you know?”

She smiled and said, “Honey, when you’re in my business you get a sense of these things.” She winked then said to Darlie, “Are ya doin’ ok darling?”

“Mm, hm,” she said as if she were purring.

When Darlie and I had been having sex love before Wilma came, we both realized that the length of my cock was so long that I had to be careful not to slam her cervix too hard and hurt her. When we did it doggie it gave her uterus room to move. But when she was lying on her back with her legs splayed it was pushed forward and in harm’s way.

Darlie said in an almost sleepy voice, “I’ve never had a cock that big fucking me before Wilma. I told Brady that earlier, but he didn’t believe me.”

“Well I’m here to tell you Darlie, I’ve been with lots of men. And there aren’t too many that are longer than ole Brady’s here. So he’s gotta be careful not to hurt people. You must not be disrespectful though my dear.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Wilma lay down next to Darlie, kissed her, and fondled her breasts. She whispered in her ear, “You know we don’t want to hurt you, baby,” she said then asked, “Are ya feelin’ better now?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Would you like to see this big boy’s cock in Wilma’s pussy?”

Demurely Darlie looked at Wilma then me and purred “mm, hm.”

Giggling and getting in all fours position Wilma said, “Let me show you the way to do it so that thang doesn’t go all the way to my lungs.” Her head was lying on her arms next to Darlie’s face. “Kiss me darlin’.”

Darlie kissed her. It was an open-mouthed, long French kiss. When they broke the kiss saliva ran down both their chins. Looking back at me she said, “See what you can do to me with that club of yours Brady.”

Standing behind Wilma with my cock in my hand I wiggled my bulbous crown into her gash, worked it up and down in her secretions to lubricate it, and leaned in. “Ooh,” I groaned.