Chapter 6
Jerking, her fingers trembling as they raced up and down the hard column, Diana fed the redhead's cum into her mouth. It overflowed her lips, clogged her throat. She gulped, savored, sucked the swollen, bursting pecker knob to make it squirt out more of the stuff while her lower body convulsed in a second orgasm, one built upon the foundations of the first surprising come that had swept through her pussy. She bucked, thrust her pussy at Paul's driving cock, tightened the grip of her legs on his thighs, dragged him into her hungry gash.
The cock in her mouth went soft and there was no more squirting-nothing but the smell and taste of hot salty jism, thick as fresh-churned butter on her lips and tongue. It slipped from her fluttering lips and she tried to recapture it, but the red-headed man was getting off Diana now, taking his dick with him, out of reach. Her fingers extended toward him as he rose. She touched the sticky, limp end of his cock-he was gone, stepping to the side.
Paul, the sandy-haired one, gave her a final thrust between the legs. It seemed to touch her where she lived. Diana's belly spasmed and her legs kicked high in the air. Paul slammed into her, more of his magnificent short-stroking fuck-work, and she felt the gorge of her sex rising to meet him. He'd already shot her full of jism. She could feel the stuff, thick and dotty in her twat. And he was punching his way through that river of semen now, as if he had it in him to refill her snug hole.
Suddenly, then, he was breaking free, dragging his cock from her reluctant twat, reaching behind him with one hand to dislodge Diana's leg from round his body. Her heel bumped the floor and he was out of her, his cock still rock hard. Diana reached down, began to slide her finger back and forth across her raw clit and sticky slice. The third orgasm clung. She stroked, felt the come-release exploding inside her cunt.
"Aaaaaggghhh!" Diana groaned, gurgling for the gout of cum that lay about tonsil deep in her mouth.
Paul knelt on her breasts, where the redhead had just been sitting, and he aimed his bigger cock down, into Diana's mouth. She hesitated only a second before opening wide and swallowing him down. He fucked his way into her mouth, and once again she was tasting a cock richly flavored with the juices of her pussy. But the redhead's dick had been wet only with her lubrications. Paul's cock was soaked with Diana's juices.
Diana didn't have to force herself to suck him. If anything, she had to will a little restraint, lest she strangle on the cock she was trying to swallow. Goddamn it, she thought, I can't get enough of him into me-not in this position, and then she thought, Oh my god, what am I thinking?
Think or not, she was still sucking, and it was amazing how hard Paul was, in view of the shattering orgasm he'd fired up her tubes. His cock was rigid and unbending, the knob spongy but solid, and she sucked the knob the way she'd sucked redhead's. Diana was pinning her hands and she used one of them to steady the shaft of Paul's rod. He was holding himself, too, and their fingers met and locked.
Together, they fed his meat into her slurping mouth. Diana, firmly in the grip of her third consecutive climax, needed no more manual stimulation on her pussy. It was taking care of itself. Paul's hips jiggled a little on the nips of her titties, which were rigid with excitement, almost as rigid as the cock she was eating, and she sucked him with greater and greater fervor, confident that he too would soon be gushing again, shooting a river of spunk down her throat. Her tongue ached for the taste of him, full and rich in her mouth, and her lips tightened on the swollen bulb of his glans. She closed her eyes. It was a shameful thing Diana was doing, but she could not stop herself.
Matt Flaherty lay on the uncovered mattress, Kim's lovely body limp upon his. She held his soft cock in her darling mouth, reluctant, it would seem, to let him go even though he'd filled her throat with his seed. His jaws ached from eating her, and still that shaven, smooth twat pressed down upon his mouth, tantalizing him, urging him to forget the ache and give it just a few more licks and kisses. He worked his tongue into the groove of her slot, pushed for a moment, then settled back with a sigh. He could do no more. Not now. Jesus, & Mary; had he really done this much? he thought.
"Promising," Kim said. She rolled off him and stretched out beside. He looked at her bare body next to his. Her legs seemed endless, a mile or more of smooth tanned flesh from her ankles to her crotch. Her crotch. Matt gulped as he - sighted up Kim, eyes focused on the shaven slice in her puffy cuntal mound. Pink-red lips showing through, and wetness glistening all around her gash-he'd put some of that wetness there, drooling all over her gorgeous twat as he ate it.
Matt couldn't stop himself from reaching up to touch the cunt he'd eaten. God, he thought, I should be frightened, but I'm not. I made her come. I really made her come. Just like she did me. lt was the first really complete sexual experience of his life, the first time he'd ever ejaculated inside another human being. Even if it was her mouth.
Her mouth! Christ! That tongue playing on him, her cheeks drawn in like the teeth of a vise, his dick swelling and throbbing in her mouth while she sucked and sucked and sucked, until his jizz came in a torrent and flowed down her gulping throat. His cock ached from a job well done, and he felt Kim shiver delicately when his fingers caressed the petals of her hairless cunt.
"Stop it," she said. "I'm sore. I think you were really trying to eat me. Bet your other girl friends have labia that look like bubblegum. Chewed bubblegum. Right, stud?"
Matt flushed. He wanted to tell her it was the first time he'd ever done it like this, all the way, but he was half afraid she would laugh at him. He looked past Kim, saw her gun lying on the mattress only inches from the still perky pink tip of a breast, and his stomach turned upside down in him. Good God! Her gun! The delight of being caught in her warm wet mouth, of feeling her pussy sucking his finger and tongue, had diverted him from the reality of this situation. "My mother," he said in alarm, sitting up. "Oh my god, what's happening to her?"
Kim laughed. "I didn't hear any screams," she said gaily. "Or-" her voice dropped, "-any gunshots." Matt was already climbing down from the bed, not even caring that he was naked except for his T-shirt .. Kim bounded after him, joined him as he reached the door, and her hand brushed his away from the doorknob. She was holding her pistol. He looked at Kim and her sardonic smiling lips, reproaching himself because he had totally forgotten about his mother and her possible danger. I'm a pig, he thought. Nothing but a pig. I got into the trough and started rutting around and it was to hell with everything and everyone else. What kind of son am I?
"I didn't say you could leave the room," Kim sighed. She leaned against the door, eyeing him placidly. There was a glitter in her eyes, a smug, satisfied glitter. She had used him, Matt thought, and she was still using him. He was certain he could knock her out of the way, fling the door open-even if she did have a gun in her hand. She wouldn't shoot him. Would she? He hesitated, not quite convinced. Kim reached for the doorknob, turned it, pushed the door open. "Oh, my," she said, "it looks as if Mommy is doing okay by herself. " Matt looked around the doorframe and his face went dead white. His young eyes bulged in their sockets and his knees threatened to fold up beneath him. The other night he'd been shocked to come home and find his mother and Jake Tracy on the couch, Jake's face buried between Diana's thighs as he gobbled her black-furred pussy. Shocked and disgusted, and-he hated to confess but couldn't entirely deny-a little turned on, too. So how was he supposed to react to what he saw now, going on in the front room of the cabin to which their kidnapers had brought him and his mother?
Ma. Lying on the floor, almost naked. One of the guys-the sandy-haired one-was squatting over her tits, the end of his cock in Diana's mouth, and she was sucking the shit out of him!
Matt's vision blurred as the truth hit him. There could be no room for mistake. His mother had the tip of that dick in her mouth, but she was sucking and she had her hand on the root of his tool, shucking up and down with such force that she kept banging herself on the lips. But she didn't stop. Not for a second. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks worked in and out and her hand flew and all the while, the sandy-haired man was guiding her head, saying something that sounded like, "Eat it, bitch! Eat it all! I'm gonna come in your mouth and I want you to drink me dry! Just the way your pussy sucked the stuffings out of me. I'm all recharged, baby, so get ready, cause here it comes!"
And even as Matt Flaherty watched in horror, the man began to ejaculate into Diana's mouth. Matt heard the man's groan of delight, heard a muffled whimper from his mother's busy lips, saw her lift up, try to gobble more of his shaft, even as the man leaned forward and tried to stuff all of his prick into Diana.
The other of the two men, the red-haired one, stood watching, his ass propped against a wall. He was naked from the waist down and he was playing with his cock, jiggling it in his fingers as if he were trying to stir it to erection. Had he fucked Ma in the mouth, as well? Matt wondered.
Cum began to drip from her lips and the sight of the viscous stuff oozing down his mother's chin, frothing on her mouth, turned Matt's stomach. He wanted to go out there, to kill both the men, to grab Ma and-he clenched his fist and his vision blurred red as blood. Kim touched his shoulder and he whirled toward her. In spite of the gun, his first impulse was to smash her in the face.
"Cool it, dude," she said evenly, and she pushed the door shut. Matt reached for the knob. "No," she told him. "I think you've seen enough."
"It's disgusting," Matt said hoarsely. "It's-"
"It's got you hard as a fucking poker," Kim grinned, taking hold of his cock. Her fingers were warm and Matt looked down in disbelief. His rod was standing out in bold, forthright erection. The touch of her fingers hadn't stiffened him. It was something else. He looked at the closed door and for a moment it wasn't there at all. He was staring out at the scene he'd just witnessed.
Ma, sucking up cum, her body writhing and twisting in sexual glee. The red-haired man had mentioned something about coming in Ma's pussy. Jesus! What did they call it, pulling a train? Was that what his mother was doing? Kim jerked on his pecker again and almost before he knew it, they were collapsing onto the bed together. She wasn't holding her gun. She had both arms around him.
She had her legs around him, too, and her shaven crotch wiggled against his stiff penis. He heard her sigh at the ticklish caress and he ground a little harder, really giving her a feel of his cock fur. She sighed, this time in a higher-pitched voice, all chirpy and bird-like, and her tits were hard and firm at his chest. "Fuck me," she whispered into his ear, between little lobe bites and more than a little licking and blowing. "Fuck me and pretend I'm your mother."
Rage boiled in his veins. What a sick thing to say! He looked at her, at the smug grin spread across her pretty tanned face, at the fluffy blonde hair falling onto her shoulders, and there was a flash of lightning outside. The sound startled Matt. He blinked, and in the blinking, Kim seemed to alter completely before his eyes. The blonde hair turned to 'vivid black, long hair, glossy hair, sweeping way down her breasts. Her skin tone changed from a light tanned gold to a creamy, milk white, and it wasn't Kim's face staring up at him, it wasn't Kim's green eyes-it was...
The roll of thunder outside seemed to revive him. Oh, Jesus, Matt thought. I am cracking up! He touched her, and it was definitely Kim who purred, who guided his hand across her hard round tits.
Small tits, with pink nipples. Not his mother's tits, not his mother's face, not his mother's pussy griddle-hot against his stiff rod. But for a moment, it had been, and he knew, and he was terrified at the desires and passions inside him. Forbidden desires, taboo passions. Did that make" them any less real? His cock swelled, and he was afraid to answer the question.
"Don't tell me you're scared of a little thunder and lightning;" Kim teased. She worked her hand into the tight clench of their bodies and she found his pecker, all rigid and randy. Her fist closed around him and she toyed with the bone. It's not yours, he wanted to tell her. You didn't cause it. But you're gonna get it, bitch! You're really gonna get it!
Rain began to patter on the roof. "I love to fuck in the-rain," Kim sighed. "Don't you?" She opened her legs a little wider. His balls were firm-pressed against the shaven crease of her cunt. "Tickles," she said. "Why don't you tickle me inside, too? Mmmmm, baby? You don't have to worry about your mama. She seems to be doing okay. Why don't we?"
Matt lifted his hips from her body and he straightened his prick. He'd only been in a girl once before-that time with Susie Cooper. Did it really count? He doubted if there had been more than thirty seconds of penetration, and she was so tight his cock hurt trying to get into her. It wasn't going to be that way with Kim, he told himself. He was going to fuck this blonde bitch and he was going to fuck her with everything he had. She'd have cum pouring out her goddamn ears before he was finished. Gritting his teeth, Matt angled his cock toward the cleft of her slit, pushed until he'd split her clean-smooth labia, and then he rammed it to hell and back.
Kim bounced upward, her eyes enormous. "Oh Jesus goddddddd. Damn you, don't be so fucking rough! Oh Christ, if you're gonna Fuck me, then fuck me, goddamn it!"
"I'll give it to you," he snarled. "Just the way you want it!" And he started to work her with his tool, slamming in and out. Her cunt was snug, nowhere near so tight as Susie's, and there was nothing to stop him from shoving balls-deep. So he did. Again and again and again. She screamed every time he plumbed her cuntal well, and he could feel his dick banging the rear wall of her vagina, hitting something that had to be the mouth of her womb. She moaned a lot when he tapped her there, so he kept on pecking, his rod slipping up her hole as far as he could drive. If he could have gotten his balls inside Kim, he'd have put them in, too, and by God, he tried! When he was immersed totally in her cunt, his groin tight on hers, he was still shoving, still pushing.
And she was rising up to meet him, the bitch!
She wanted it, as much as he needed to give it to her. Her face was sweaty and flushed, and her eyes were glittering and rolling in their sockets. Her nostrils dilated, and she gasped in satisfied response. "Make it move," she told him. "Make the earth move for me."
Her hands roved up and down his back as he lay atop her. He wasn't sure if he was lying too heavily on Kim, but she wasn't complaining so it must be okay. After all, he thought, this is my first time out. Everything seemed to be working! His dick felt as big as a log in her wet, swampy cunt, and they moved together as if they'd been doing this for years, the two of them, her pussy milking his cock up and down, his dick thrusting and ramming where she needed to be thrusted and rammed.
Matt felt as if he could fuck all night. Line 'em up, he thought. One woman after another. I'll fuck every one of the bitches. Fuck 'em till their pussies split! "I'm gonna split you," he snarled at Kim, emphasizing the threat with a wicked swish of his cock. "Split you to pieces!"
"Try it, big stuff," she grinned, her hands sliding down his back. She got him by the ass, started pinching his buttocks. Talk about jumping around! Little spurts of pain shot through his ass, made him hop like a frog on Kim, and each hop sent his rod a mile up her cunt, penetrating furiously. She opened her mouth and her tongue shot out and, for a crazy moment he thought it was the end of his dick, gone all the way up her body and coming out her mouth to strike at him like a snake. He recoiled, then laughed at the craziness of the idea. She couldn't know what made him so merry, but she laughed along, and laughter was as aphrodisiac as the pitter-patter of rain on the roof. Sweat rolling from his arm pits , Matt Flaherty threw himself into his work.
They couldn't lie still, either of them. She got her legs around him, used that as a fulcrum to move his body. Still fucking, Matt went onto his side, and he and Kim did it in that position for a few strokes; and then she was atop him, sitting up now, lying face down and oozing her puss jelly into his fuzzy cock hairs, sitting up again and moaning as he shot his way up her cunt again and again. He could hold her ass now, and it was an ass worth holding. Sort of on the slender side, but just the right size to cup in the palms of his grasping hands. She was sweaty-assed, and his fingers slid greasily across her flesh, lingering in her crack.
"Yeah, there!" she said gleefully when his finger tip found her asshole. It was so small, so tiny, so fucking tight! He dug at it with the tip of his littlest finger and she writhed in delight atop him. She leaned forward a little bit, giving him more access, and he pushed harder at the tight anal sphincter. "Oh, shit!" she wailed as his finger broke the ring of muscular resistance and penetrated about three-quarters of an inch up her rectum. She straightened up then, sucking him even deeper, and he began to time himself-a deep thrust in her twat, a tentative poke up her tight asshole-back and forth, back and forth.
For one thing, he dug it. He wondered if it would be possible to get his thick cock up that tiny tubal opening, to fuck a turd out of Kim's smug, snotty ass. He doubted it, though. She was so incredibly tight. How could she ever spread widely enough to take a cock home? His cock?
And he could see that she liked it too. Her face was redder now, as if blood were collecting in her head-and at the rate she was going, that blood ought to pop off the top of her skull long before she reached orgasm. She moved with his rhythm, slipping her cunt down in glove-like fashion over his upstanding rod, easing her ass back to eat an inch or so of his little finger on the off stroke.
No matter what else happened to him, Matt decided, he would carry this memory to his grave. Kim had bullied him and threatened him with a gun. She'd jerked him off in his pants and tried to humiliate him. But, he thought, if I live long enough, I may give it to her up the shithole. See how tough she can look with my cock in her ass! He grasped her hips and worked upward, speeding his strokes because he could sense the nearness of his orgasm.
"Is this what you like?" he asked. "Because it's what you're getting! You have the gun, bitch, but I have the cock!"
"Don't talk, fuck!" Kim shot back. She planted her hands on his chest and started doing cuntal pushups on his rod. She was fucking herself even faster than he'd been giving her the meat, and Matt realized that he didn't have to do as much work now. He could virtually lie there while she jerked them both off in the warm wet glove of her pretty puss.
But he didn't fucking want to lie still! He wanted to ram her and bang her and fuck the living shit out of this blonde slut. And how could he do that when she was on top? A woman's place was under a strong man, and he felt as strong as Arnold Schwarzenegger. He popped his finger out of her asshole, making her moan nearly as much as when he'd put it in, and he slipped her neatly to the side. As she fell, Matt moved with her, not breaking the contact of their organs, and in a second or two, he was atop Kim and she had her knees up clutching at his sides while he looked down at her recumbent body and fed her the meat.
"Where's your gun now?" he taunted, working himself from side to side as he fucked her.
She didn't answer. Her teeth were clenched and she had her hands on his back and shoulders, trying to hang on while he rode her, and every time he stabbed deeply he felt her groin bang against his, with a dull thwack. He pressed then, making her feel the hair on his loins, feel it against her shaven pubes.
"Ohhhh," Kim groaned. That hair was getting to her. Well, it was fair enough. The snapping contractions of her pussy were goddamn sure getting to Matt.
"AAAAAAIIIEEEEEE!" Kim squealed like a throat-cut pig, and her knees latched onto his flanks while her cunt went into overtime gloving his pecker. She didn't have to tell him she was coming. He could feel the massive explosion of her pussy and it gave him pleasure to know that he had caused it, he, Matt Flaherty, seventeen years old and fucking his first cunt. I was a boy when I got out of bed today, he told himself, but I'm a man now.
"Want some more?" he taunted, slicking it home as best he could, through the network of cuntal contractions. Jesus! It was all he could do to hang onto his own load, the way she was coming under him, but he HAD to, had to restrain himself, to fuck her to jelly, and then fuck her just a little further.
"Goddd!" Kim shrieked, twisting and twitching under him, around him, her pussy full of girl-juice. It was like fucking a sponge. He started slipping around in her, unable to keep up the tempo of his strokes. Oh, what the hell? he asked himself. Why not do it now? And with a groan, he shoved his rod up her, all the way up her, collapsed on Kim's prone body and began to unload his backlog of jizz, right where it belonged, inside her bitchy snatch.
He fucked out cum until she was full, and the stuff leaking out of her twat, and still he had juice to give her. His nuts ached like hell with every ejaculation, but the ache was nothing compared to the self-respect he had regained.
Matt was groggy from fucking when he felt the gun barrel touching his forehead. He opened his eyes, saw Kim on her knees. She was holding the gun again, aiming it at Matt's forehead, but there seemed to be no particular menace in the gesture.
He'd had enough. "Will you cool it with the fucking Belle Starr routine?" he said angrily, sitting up. Kim eased back, lowering the gun barrel.
"Well, shit," she told him. "I'm having fun. Aren't you?" He frowned. "Or did I overdo it?"
"I don't get you," Matt replied. "First you grab us on the highway, you threaten us with guns, you kidnap my mother and me and our car, you bring us up to this shitty shack. Next thing I know you're eating my cock and those goon friends of yours are gang-banging my old lady. Every five minutes you grab your gun and try to be some kind of tough broad out of a drive-in movie and the rest of the time you're all hot mouth and-"
"-and wet pussy," Kim filled in. She sat down, knees widely spread, her shaven cunt on lustful display. Matt stared at her crotch, felt saliva forming in his mouth. "Well," she said, twirling the automatic, "what if I pointed this at you again and pulled the trigger? And then went out in the other room and shot your mother, too? I could do it, you know. You're witnesses. Bank robbery isn't exactly a misdemeanor in this state. And the best witnesses are no witnesses. What if-" She started to raise the gun. Matt caught her wrist, bent it back. "If you were going to," he said, braver than he'd ever thought he could be, "you'd already have done it."
"Touché," Kim agreed. She dropped the gun onto the mattress. Neither of them reached for it. She put her arm around Matt's neck, leaned in, and kissed him on the mouth. There was no threat or danger in that kiss. Matt had been kissed enough times to be aware of that. He put his arm around Kim and kissed her back.
She broke away. "It's pretty simple, all in all," she said. "We stuck up a bank. And we needed to get away, so we commandeered you and your mother. All the rest-well, you noticed that I was sort of attracted to you, right from the beginning, didn't you? I get attracted easily. My old man says I ought to charge for it, and then I could be a real whore instead of an imitation one. Hell with him. He'd shit blood if he knew we were holed up in his hunting cabin, wouldn't he? Oh, Jesus, he doesn't even know that his ex-darling daughter is the one who pulled the big job in Lancaster!" She shook her head, grinning sardonically.
"Let me introduce myself. I'm Kimberly Marcella Becker, of the Akron Becker. Some money, no class. That's our roots. Until yesterday I was more or less a student at the university, in Athens, you know, dope capital of the middle west? More or less. I, failed three classes in spring quarter and Daddy had a fit. Well, failing the classes was just part of it. He also happened to find out that I'd been living with Paul and Don most of the year. Paul is the brunette, Don's the redhead. I don't think you were formally introduced. And Daddy's old-fashioned about that kind of stuff. He things all his daughters-namely, me-ought to be virgins. Perpetually. So-"
"Both of them?" Matt asked.
Kim nodded. "I'm a closet nympho. One man can't satisfy me. Or didn't you notice?" She grabbed his hand and covered her nearest tit, squeezing till her nipple firmed against his palm. "Oh, darling," she moaned theatrically, "I feel it coming on me again. If you can't take care of my needs, send out for help! Quick!"
She let his hand fall. "Where was I? Oh, explaining. As if loved you an-oh. I guess I do, sort of. We're not really lovers or anything-my heart's been pledged to Paul Newman since I was eleven years old,' but we fuck around, you know? And you do know, baby. My allowance was our chief support, thanks to Daddy's generous heart, but he cut it off completely when he found out about us. Which meant hard times around the old corral.
"So," she went on, "we got this dynamite idea. Saturday is payday at that plant in Lancaster, and the banks are overstocked that day, especially, to take care of check cashing. Paul and Don and I sat down with a jug of vino and a few J's and figured it all out. We'd hit the bank - I mean, this is 1977 and nobody expects you to come into a bank like Jesse James any more, so when you do it, it scares the fuck out of everybody-and then hop down to the Caribbean. Score on some good quality dope, buy it with the bank money, and bring it back to the states and unload it for like twenty times our original cost."
"And you robbed a bank to finance it?"
"The Small Business Administration refused our loan request. Hey, kid, we scored forty or fifty grand! That will buy a lot of good dope in the islands, and when we get back, we're heading for L.A., where prices are high and the demand is higher. Besides, I'll be that much closer to Paul. Do you think he'll go for me? Enough to dump Joanne, I mean?"
"You're crazy," Matt declared. "And the craziest thing of all was kidnapping us."
"I'm crazy enough to kill you and your mother," Kim replied evenly. "If I have to. And I hope I don't. Anyway, just think of this as a day of adventure. You had fun, didn't you?"
He flushed. "What about my mother? Those buddies of yours were raping her-"
"Didn't look like rape to me," Kim said.
"Especially the way she was pumping." She fitted her fingers round an imaginary cock and started jerking off air. "She looked like some starving orphan in Latin America who's just gotten her first CARE package and is-oh, shit, turkey, it turned you on, didn't it? You got all red up here-" she touched his face "-and all red and HARD down here." she touched his cock. "And when I got you onto the bed, I thought you were going to fuck my ears off. She's pretty well preserved for a woman old enough to be your mother. Does she turn you on that much? I mean, you are aware that mommies fuck too, sometimes? Don't she and Daddy-"
"He's dead. For two years."
Kim nodded. "No wonder she went hog wild, doing without for two years. You can't blame her."
"She's been getting it," Matt said, wondering why he should be sharing intimate family secrets with this strange blonde girl. "Just the other night, for sure. I walked into the house and-"
"Let me guess! Mommy wasn't expecting you and she was entertaining someone? Ooooh, kid, you're getting all red in the face again. Are you lighting your fires one more time? Let me feel. No, it's soft. I think I fucked the starch out of you. It may never get hard again, after that ride I gave you."
"That ride I gave you; you mean!" He felt much more comfortable with Kim now. She was still the strangest person he'd ever met, but at least he wasn't worried about her shooting him. Unless he told her she was crazy again. Well, she was, but it was safer not to mention the fact.
Kim sighed, "We might as well go out and see if the rest of our party are finished with their sports. I'm getting hungry. We stashed a little food up here last night, and there's some beer and wine and a lid of pretty poor shit. Oh, Jesus Christ!" she blurted suddenly. "Do you know that nobody thought to bring the goddamn money up from the car? And we haven't even counted it yet. The radio said we'd gotten away with about fifty thousand, but I would like to check for myself."
She stood up. "Put on your clothes;" she suggested, "Unless you want to embarrass Mommy by flashing another hard in front of her. I take it she doesn't know about your latent incestual urges?"
Matt blushed. "I don't have any," he lied.
Kim jabbed him in the ribs while he was getting into his pants. "Maybe you'll still get a chance," she snickered. "When you get back to wherever you live and you're shivering and blushing about your experiences today, why, you just might fall into one another's arms and-BANG! Listen, kid, she could do a lot worse than you. I've been around, and I think you're pretty good."
"I never did it before," Matt confessed. "Never really fucked a girl before. I... "
"You mean, I got your cherry? Oh, Jesus, I don't think I ever busted a guy before! In China, if you save somebody's life he becomes your slave forever. There ought to be some kind of arrangement in our situation, too. Maybe I'll become your fairy godmother and, whenever you need a favor, you just take out your dick and rub it three times and-VOILA! There I'll be, at the foot of your bed, ready to grant your every wish."
He started to say "You're crazy" again, but thought better of it. Instead, he scooped her tits out of the unzipped coverall suit she'd just pulled up over her shoulders and he sucked the nipples avidly. She cuddled his head against her breasts. "Don't worry, kid," she said. "I have no intention of hurting you or your old lady. As for Don and Paul, they do what I tell them. Nothing to worry about from them either. It's gonna be all right, and as soon as I can figure out what to do next, I'll have you and your mom on the road home, just a little worse for wear."
"Mmmmm," he said, nuzzling a pink nipple, "I don't know if I want to go home. I don't know if I want to leave you."
"Zip up your pants and get your ass out the door!" she commanded autocratically. As he went past, her hand snaked between his legs and grabbed his balls from the rear. "Gotcha!" she grinned. He pulled her to his side and they went out together.