Chapter 3
"Gee, boss, I'm sorry I'm late," Rocky said, holding the door for Norman Carroll. "Where to?"
"No place in particular, Rocky. Just drive around. I've got some thinking to do."
"Damn, that's a piece of luck, boss," Rocky said, grabbing his arm just as he was about to step into the car. "See, I got this little problem. Y'know, my girl friend, Sadie..."
"What about her?"
"Well, I kind of promised... well, do you mind if we drive by the fairgrounds? I told her we could drop her off?"
"Rocky," Carroll said in exasperation, "how many times must I tell you..."
"Screw him, Rocky. I'll take a cab," Sheba said, starting to crawl out the door and around Norman.
"Jesus, babe, it'll cost you thirty bucks clear out there," Rocky said.
"I got twenty... I'll blow the cabbie for the other ten," she replied.
"Wait," Norman said, looking over her frowsy blonde hair and voluptuous figure, barely contained by the out-of-season thin summer dress. "Perhaps we can drive the young lady, Rocky."
"Don't put yourself out, Buster."
"Shut up, Sheba," Rocky said. "I'm sorry, boss."
"That's all right, Rocky," Carroll replied. "She's beautifully crude... and obviously broke. Would you move over, please?"
Carroll slid into the car as Rocky moved around to the driver's seat. When they were underway, Rocky made the introductions. "Sheba Fry, meet my boss, Norman Carroll."
"Pleased to meetcha," she said.
"I'm happy to meet you, Miss Fry. It is Miss, isn't it?"
"Shit, yeah. Who the fuck would marry me?" she replied with a loud guffaw.
"Why are you going to the fair grounds, Miss Fry?"
"Call me Sheba, it's my stage name."
"Oh? Very well... Sheba."
"And tell him in English," Rocky said, from the front seat.
"Fuck off," Sheba said, then turned back to Norman Carroll. "I work for the carny out there. We're movin' out tonight."
"Oh?" he replied, his eyes taking in every aspect of her face, her figure, and her dress.
Almost, he thought, very close, but not quite. She was probably only twenty-five but she looked a hard thirty. The transformation, even for him, would be just a little too much to make.
"What you lookin' at me like that for?"
"Just studying you," he replied.
"Oh... I get it," she said. "Rocky told me about this. Okay." She pulled her dress up until it was rolled around her waist. She wore no panties and the dark thatch of her pubic mound gleamed between her thighs. She spread her legs wide, one of them across the seat, the other lolling on the floorboards, and hunched her ass down into the cushion.
"You wanna fuck it or eat it...? Or do you want me to blow you?"
Norman Carroll burst into laughter.
"What the hell's so funny about my pussy, you bastard. I'm a good lay, ain't I, Rocky?"
"Yeah, boss, she's a hell of a piece of tail."
"Nothing is wrong, my dear," Carroll said, "believe me." Then he was serious again. "Tell me... are there any more young ladies like yourself in this carnival?"
"Hell, yes," she said. "There's at least a dozen girls working for old man Hunt... they call us Hunt's Cunts."
"Marvelous name," he said, grinning. "And what do you do for Mr. Hunt?"
"What's a cunt usually do?"
"I see," he replied.
"Oh... an' I strip in a burly show, besides."
"Where did you say the carnival was going?"
"Down south... first stop's some little burg in Virginia. Why?"
"Rocky," Carroll said, leaning forward.
"Yeah, boss?"
"Head south."
"How far?"
"Virginia."
"Hey," she said from behind him. "You want any action or not?"
He glanced around. She had unbuttoned her dress and freed the heavy globes of her full breasts. He turned away.
"And Rocky?"
"Yeah, boss?"
"Close the glass divider, will you please?"
In the rear-view mirror Rocky watched the glass slide up as Sheba's head went down, down into his boss' lap. The farther she bowed her head, the more of his cock disappeared into her mouth.
"Shit," Rocky mumbled, unzipping his fly and releasing the pressure that was hurting his cock as it swelled. "I wonder what it would be like to get so much ass you could turn it down when you didn't feel like it!"
The club was nearly empty. Jason was just preparing to leave when Sylvia entered the office.
He took one look at her and remember that after the first half hour upstairs he had missed her.
"Mr. Ruttledge?"
"Yeah, Sylvia... c'mon in."
"I can only stay a minute. My old man's really pissed. I guess he don't want me workin' the third floor... and since I did, he don't want me workin' here at all."
"Damn... Sylvia, that's too bad," Jason said, and was thinking even more. Shit, now I'll never get a chance to bang that sweet meat.
"You got my check?"
"Huh...? Oh, yeah, here. I hate to see you go, Sylvia... so soon, I mean."
"Yeah... me too." She paused in the doorway. "Uh... could I ask you somethin', Mr. Ruttledge?"
"Sure."
"Well... all the girls were talkin' about the bet that Mr. Carroll has with all of you."
"Yeah?"
"Well, with a little money, I could get away from my old man. I don't know if Mr. Carroll likes me or not, but most men do... if you could put in a good word for me, I'm sure I could win that bet for Mr. Carroll."
Little bells tinkled in Jason's head, light bulbs went off behind his eyelids. He crossed to the door and closed it behind her. "Well, I don't know, Sylvia, you know Mr. Carroll's very particular and I'd really hesitate recommending you to him without..."
"Without really knowing yourself, huh?"
Oh, you're lovely, you're sweet, you're beautiful, he thought, but you're dumb.
"Yes, Sylvia, frankly that's it... would you like a drink?"
"Damn," she said, biting her lip. "My old man's down in the car waiting for me."
"What color's your car?" Jason said, dialing the phone.
"Green... a four door," she said, crossing and sitting in a chair opposite him. "Who you callin'?"
"The dressing rooms," he replied. "Yeah, Jason Ruttledge here... who's down there...? Carrie still there? Put her on..." he paused, letting his eyes travel up Sylvia's thigh where the skirt she wore had hiked itself to the crack of her ass. "Carrie...? Jason. You know that extra hundred you needed tonight...? Yeah, well, you got it... there's a guy parked out in front in a green four-door. Go out and blow him... yeah, cool... later."
"Gee," Sylvia said, "it's great to have money, ain't it."
"Yeah," Jason replied, "it sure is. Now, about this bet with Mr. Carroll..."
Sylvia leaned forward as Jason looked down the front of her blouse to admire the way her breasts hung and swung with every movement.
"Buy me a drink," she said, rubbing the white cloth of her blouse in such a way that the left breast blossomed almost out of its loose white harness. Almost instantly, the nipple began growing and poking against the cloth. Almost instantly, Jason's cock began growing and poking against his pants.
Jason fixed the drinks, crossed around the desk, and handed her a glass. She took his hand and placed it on the flushed loveliness of her left breast. They felt as good as they looked. She pushed against it so that the throbbing nipple thrust against his palm.
"Couch?" Jason said, his voice hoarse with lust.
"Couch," she replied.
They undressed as they moved. She was on her back waiting by the time he reached her.
Sylvia's thighs spread like a neatly plowed furrow in virgin soil, and Jason planted his cock in the squirming socket of her cunt. He sank the shaft straight and clean in one stroke, and she ground her rigid nipples into his chest.
Sylvia rocked back on her firm ass and socked it to him. Her slim flat belly rippled against his sweating abdomen and she made his cock chum in ecstatic circles inside her cunt. Jason drew back and socked it to her circling cunt with such force that her circling switched from clockwise to counter-clockwise and her pelvis began to twitch rhythmically back and forth as it circled.
He slugged two more slick healthy strokes into her cunt and felt her cringing pussy begin to spasm and squirm in an attempt not to come too soon. But his relentless rock-hard cock had taken her talented cunt by surprise, forcing it out of control, and she spasmed, overcome with joyous and uncontrollable orgasm.
He started to pull his cock out of Sylvia's hot pulsing box, but at the first wiggle of his ass, she wrapped her strong thighs around him. He felt the familiar clench of internal cunt muscles clamping down on him. He jostled his cock deep into her squirming crotch, trying to trigger that delightful spasming twitch. Deep into the tightly gripping muscles of her cunt he reamed and reamed again and again. He stopped and started to withdraw. A spasming pulse nippled at the end of his retreating cock and he reamed back in.
She smiled, writhing her ass under him in a calculated, professional way.
Looking down between her breasts to where, her cunt was swallowing his swift shaft, he saw the outer lips cringing and twitching in anticipation of the next thrust. Her belly button sucked in, her cunt writhed, and before he knew it, the hot soft vise of her vagina was back tight against his pelvis oozing its wetness onto his dangling scrotum.
Her inner cuntlips snapped, and she hung there on his cock, squeezing him again in the gobbling folds of her well-schooled snatch. His entire weight was behind the hammering head of his cock, pistoning and piercing for all his woth, trying to find the bottom of this pleasure pit. She shifted her hips and a circling, swallowing sensation ate up the end of his cock.
Before he could stop it, his cock began spewing sperm into that swirling whirlpool of flesh. And down it went, deeper and deeper and deeper into the hot mystery of a tortured orgasm.
"Nice?" she said.
"Nice, Sylvia... real nice," Jason said, crawling off her body and fishing in his pants for his wallet. He drew out two hundred-dollar bills and stuffed them in her purse. "But not five thousand dollars nice."
They drove until just before dawn before getting three adjacent rooms in a motel. Rocky undressed and crawled into his bed, but he found he couldn't sleep. Thoughts of the scene he had witnessed in the back seat kept popping into his mind until his cock stood ram-rod stiff under the covers, like a tent pole.
Sheba had really done a job on Norman Carroll. Rocky had enjoyed the hell out of fucking, but he loved the way she could suck a cock. Her mouth had covered Carroll's big cock, making its full length disappear in her sucking, kneading mouth.
Her flowing hair had been beautiful as it cascaded around Carroll's bare legs, and her creamy-white tits pulsed deliciously as they bounced and swayed while she sucked.
Rocky had lowered the window so he could listen as well as watch.
She had raised her head from his glistening cock and looked up at Carroll. "Jesus. You got a nice, sweet cock," she said.
"I'll bet you say that to everybody," Carroll said, watching his cock rise and throb with the lust that flowed into it.
"What kind of a girl do you think I am?" she asked with mock coyness.
"C'mere," he said, grabbing one of her heavily erect breasts and squeezing it playfully.
She rolled up the side of his body, into the clutch of his arm. He continued to caress her breast with his left hand while he slid his other hand around and under her firm ass.
He got a firm grip on her buttocks, then rolled her over and up onto him as he came onto his back. Her pussy was pressing against his hard cock, pressing it down warmly onto his belly. He snaked a finger into her asshole and gave it a playful poke.
She jumped, a little off cue, but gamely. She dropped a leg on either side of him and squirmed far enough forward to admit his cock into the opening of her pussy.
"That's really what you want, ain't it, big man?" Sheba said.
"That's what I want," he said. "Work on it!"
She reached down between their bodies and took his big cock in her hand and, moving up a bit, slid it into the warm folds of her snatch. She settled back onto Carroll's meat with a soft sigh as his prick worked into the loose folds of her damp pussy.
Carroll flexed the muscles in his groin. The cock slid in another half an inch. She groaned slightly. He flexed again, driving his sturdy joint deeper. The flesh of their two groins was firmly pressed together. He pushed down on her buttocks and forced the cock deeper into her. Her eyes popped open.
"Hot damn, honey," she groaned, "that's a lotta meat for a little girl."
"There's more," Carroll said, caught up in the warmth of her pussy. "Let me on top now."
Still holding her by the ass, he rolled back onto her and started to throw the meat to her. She curled her back up to take more of it, but the first stroke caused her to groan deeply. She locked her strong legs around his and reinforced the rhythm of his steadily quickening slide into her cunt.
Rocky had been able to see Sheba's pretty, sweet face as his boss poured, his cum up her cunt. Beads of sweat had broken out on her brow. Her eyes were half-closed and beginning to roll as she, too, got her come.
Rocky had been pounding his fist up and down on his meat under the coven of his motel bed as his mind conjured up the image of Carroll fucking Sheba. He was almost ready to come himself when he heard Carroll's voice screaming at him from the next room.
The voice was so insistent that he jumped from his bed and ran to the connecting door without even bothering to put on his pants.
When he burst through the door, his eyes popped in disbelief at what he saw. Carroll was on his back on the floor, exhausted. He had obviously just come and he was lying there, waiting for his breath to catch up with him.
On top of him, still humping wildly, was Sheba. "C'mon, honey," she cried. "Don't lose it... keep it up... one more time, man... jes' one more!"
"This woman is something else, Rocky... her recuperative powers are amazing," Carroll said, as he glanced up to see Rocky in the doorway. "Oh, good show, old man... you're ready."
"Yeah," Rocky said.
"Give her a little, will you... I'm beat, truly beat."
"You mean it?" Rocky said.
"Yeah... yeah," Carroll said, tapping her on the shoulder. "Hey, honey, second team just came in."
She smiled when she saw Rocky's throbbing hard-on.
"Oh, Sheba baby, I hope you're ready for this," Rocky said, picking her up and carrying her to the bed.
She wrestled him down beside her. The minute his back hit the bed, she was frantically stuffing his cock into her hungry cunt. She was too frenzied to even realize what she was doing. She almost jammed her anus over his cockhead before she realized her error and slipped her ass backward in time to catch his lunging thrust full tilt up her pussy.
Rocky prodded his stout member into her cunt until he hit bottom and pounded against her cervix. His cock was longer and harder than it had been earlier in the evening. It surprised her at first and then shocked her.
At the first stroke, she doubled over as if she were punched in the stomach, by the second stroke she was breathing again, and after a half dozen, she was beginning to like it. Rocky cradled her tender buttocks and bounced her up and down on his tool like a medicine ball. Whenever he thought she might be looking a little bored, he just brought her down hard on his erect meat.
At these moments, there would be a great inrush of her breath, her eyes would stare out as if they were leaving, and her hands, where they gripped his big wrists, would dig into his flesh. Within a few moments she began to moan as she approached climax. The moaning turned into howling as the moment neared, then it was gone in a whoop and the next one was rocketing down the same path.
Across the room, still watching, Carroll was amazed at her. She seemed to have an inspired ability to come. Her orgasms were coming about two minutes apart as she fucked Rocky off the bed and across the room on the carpet.
Abruptly, the chauffeur rolled her over until she was beneath him and then he really went to work humping it into her. He and Rocky had fucked a lot of women together, but Carroll had never seen the big ex-boxer fuck with such a frantic quality before.
From his vantage point, Carroll was sure the girl would suffer some damage the way Rocky was fucking her with his huge, turgid meat.
Her climaxes were coming one on top of another now and she seemed to be keeping score on Rocky's back with long drags of her fingernails. It became ten long welts to a climax.
At last Rocky's driving ass began its final stroke. His corded, muscular buttocks rose higher and higher until the head of his cock was barely tickling the outer folds of her vulva, and then he lunged forward, as if he were plowing a furrow clear to her belly with his rigid cock.
Beneath him, Sheba groaned in agony and ecstasy as Rocky's blast of semen poured into her belly and she found her final climax at the same time. They rolled away from each other, thoroughly satisfied and drenched in perspiration from the wild fucking they had just received.
"Did you get it, Rocky?" Carroll asked.
"Yeah... yeah, boss," Rocky gasped. "Shit, she's a good fuck."
"Good," Carroll said, "now, get dressed and let's get the hell out of here."