Chapter 2
Earlier that morning, long before the trio reached the dirt turn-off, Becky's father stopped at a motel over a hundred miles behind them.
"Been driving all night," he told the desk clerk. "Thought I could go a lot farther, but I'm going to have to get some shut-eye."
"Sure, mister," replied the woman, tossing him a key. "I understand. We get a lot of salesmen through here that need to stop off during the day for a few hours' sleep."
Ted pocketed the key and headed toward the room. Just what was all that about, he wondered? The woman had acted as though the two of them shared some big secret. She did everything but bestow a conspiratorial wink on him as he walked out the door.
As soon as he was out of sight, the room clerk picked up the phone and dialed one of the other rooms.
"Got another 'daytime sleeper,' Mabel. Can you make sure he sleeps real good, or you want me to call Gertie?" she said.
"Hell no, don't call Gertie," came the answer. "It's my turn. Besides, she's still asleep from her last trick. The guy wanted to booze it up before he laid the meat to her, and made her join him. She's over in her room, drunk as a hoot owl. This guy look loaded? How much cash you think he's good for?"
"If you play it right, you might get him to fork over quite a bit I think. He ain't no Rockefeller, but he drove in here in a pretty nice buggy. Just play it by ear," said the clerk. "Just make sure you wash him up good. We don't want no crabs around here. Give the place a bad name. He's in number seven. Go get him."
Ted was in the shower when Mabel knocked on the door. He grabbed a towel and stepped out. Who the hell could it be, he wondered? All he wanted was peace and quiet after driving all night. He cracked the door and yelled out from the bathroom before going to the front door.
"Who is it?" he yelled. "What do you want?"
The bastard sure has a lot of balls, Mabel thought to herself. Who did he think it was, anyway, the meter reader?
"Room service!" she yelled. It was bad enough being a whore at this flea bag place, with her looks. When the customers played games, it was just too fucking much.
Ted knew he hadn't ordered anything, but the surprise of hearing a female voice at the door made him anxious to see who it could be that worked as a female bellhop in a dump like this. When he opened the door he saw a girl about twenty-five with long black hair and blue eyes. The outfit she wore could hardly be described as a uniform, either. The black, one-piece dress revealed an amazing amount of skin. His eyes darted back and forth from the short hem to the deeply slashed neckline before he spoke.
"I'm Mister Spencer, you-" was all he got out before she interrupted him. He had started to say that she must be at the wrong cabin, that she must be looking for someone with a different name than his.
But she said, "You don't have to tell me your name, fella. Just tell me if you want a bottle."
Mabel was implying whether he wanted a bottle along with her, but he didn't yet understand exactly what was happening.
"Listen, I've been driving all night," he said. "I'm too tired to do any drinking."
"Okay with me," she said, to his surprise, stepping in the door. "I'm wasted on a guy if he drinks much. Know what I mean? He doesn't get all he's paying for."
It suddenly dawned on him that the woman was a prostitute.
"You mean you're... you're-" he began.
"I'm yours, lover," she broke in. "I'm yours. That's what I am. For the right amount, that is. Twenty-five bucks. Okay?"
Ted was excited at the prospect of getting the woman in bed in spite of his tiredness. He felt a twinge of guilt at being unfaithful to his wife back in Greenfield, since he wasn't a philandering man. But this was quite a hunk of woman alone with him in his hotel room. And Hazel, his wife, couldn't possibly ever find out about it.
He hadn't realized how long he hesitated until Mabel spoke. "You weren't kidding about being tired, were you? It doesn't usually take a man this long to make up his mind about me. What you need, fella, is to be worked over while you lay down and take it easy."
"Huh? Oh yeah... yeah. Listen, stay here then. I.... I'm damned tired, all right, but you're so packed into your clothes I gotta see what's under there," he told her.
He backed toward his pants and got his wallet out. He was far from rich, but a woman like Mabel ought to be worth twenty-five dollars any old time. She stopped him.
"Just a minute, though," she warned him. "I never do want any misunderstandings about money. If you want to lie back and take it easy like I said... you know, let me do everything to you... then I gotta have thirty-five. Fair enough?"
Ted frowned momentarily, but when he looked up from his wallet he was holding the amount she named. "But... but you'll do everything now, right? Everything?" He wanted to be sure.
She smiled seductively at him. She knew she had him. She put a hand to her dress and reached into the secret darkness underneath the bodice. With languorous ease, she pulled the material aside and exposed half of one breast. The dark tip of the nipple was bared completely.
"You can look before you touch if you want to," she said to him. "This look good enough to eat? If it does, that's just what you can do to it... you can suck on it and lick it all you want to."
Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Your mouth," he mumbled, embarrassed to be talking like this to a woman. "Will you use your mouth on me, too? You said everything, didn't you?"
"Somebody's been holding out on you, I'll bet," she said. "What's the matter, your wife too 'nice' to go down on you? Or are you married? You must be, you got that married look about you. Sure I'll use my mouth on you. Put that thirty-five bucks in my hand and you can forget all your woes. Just lay back and watch me tongue you."
His eyes brightened. He sat down on the edge of the bed and held out the money in a half-apologetic manner. She saw he was uncomfortable about the transaction and walked to the bed. She took the money from his hand and stuffed it inside the top of her dress.
"Don't be bashful, lover," she cooed. "Just let momma take care of this and then move that towel."
He felt good. Even his tiredness was leaving him. Just wait 'til he got in bed with her and had her naked tits in his hands, he thought to himself as he looked at her. He started to take the towel away himself but she was faster.
"Well, well," she said, her voice husky, "look what we have here. You may be tired but this prick of yours is raring to go. Hmmmm... you're nice and clean from the shower, too. Lay back and let momma take care of it for you, lover."
He let her guide him back onto the pillow. This was a pleasant change, he thought. His wife always held out for him to make all the overtures. This Mabel seemed ready and willing to take the initiative. It was strange to have a girl over ten years younger than him call herself "momma," but he sure did like it.
She tossed the towel away and got on the bed with her knees. He heard her shoes hit the floor and then watched her wind her long legs into a loose lotus position.
"Now what made me put this in here?" she asked herself chidingly, taking the money from the inside of her bodice. She reached back off the bed and stuffed it into one of her shoes. "The way you been looking at my boobs, you don't want nothing covering them when I get out of this dress, do you? Not even greenbacks."
Then she rose to her knees and looked down at him with her lips parted, a smokey look in her eyes. She stretched a hand to his penis and took it tightly between her fingers.
"Ummmm... nice and hard," she breathed. She loosened her grip and gave the rigid instrument a few slow caresses, moving his uncircumcised frenum back and forth over the beet-red glans. In her new position he could see well up under her short skirt and he made no bones about his approval of what he saw. She saw his beady eyes staring at the smooth sheen of her panty hose and grinned.
"You like it up under there?" she teased. "You nasty man, if that's what you got eyes for I'm gonna fill them full."
She rocked backwards on the bed and darted a hand over her shoulder to the zipper in the back of the one-piece dress. He heard the pressured z-i-i-i-p of its release and watched the top of the garment fall from her torso. She wore no slip, but a black, circle-stitch brassiere held her large breasts in check and kept him from seeing all he wanted.
She saw his face fall in disappointment and said, "Hold on, lover, I'm gonna show you everything. These young high school girls can run around with no bras on their young titties, but a woman with boobs the size of mine has to have some support."
For a fleeting second Ted thought of his daughter, and even of Betty, her girl friend. Neither of them wore bras. But he quickly put them out of his mind and watched Mabel toss the thick, black mane of her hair aside as she reached backwards for the clasp and he felt his organ swell at the sight of the woman's provocative motions.
She saw him lick his lips and smile, knowing it was a completely unconscious act. He was dying to see her naked.
She stepped off the bed for a moment, wriggled out of her dress and let it slide all the way to the floor. A final twist of her fingers released the brassiere strap clasp, and the black undergarment dropped forward 'til it hung from only one shoulder. Both firmly packed breasts bobbed into view and jounced solidly for a few seconds, relieved at last from the stricture of the straining material. Her nipples sat dark and pouting in the center of the fat, smooth-skinned mounds.
She put her hands underneath them and hoisted them toward him, a gleam in her eye. "Got something here for you, lover... wanna feel? I'm just dying to have you put your hands on me."
He held out his arms for her without even rising from his prone position. He was completely taken in by her nakedness now, without a thought in the world of his wife or even the daughter he was bent on locating. All he wanted was a big armful of tit.
She fell forward onto the bed and he thought at first she was going to let the swollen globes press straight into his waiting hands. But at the last second she took his hands in hers and kissed them.
"Hold on, now. Don't be so anxious. Momma's gonna give you all the tit you want if you'll just be nice," she cooed.
She patted his quaking penis in mock appeasement, then grinned as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panty hose. He was caught up now in her every move.
"Yeah," he said, his voice raspy, "get your panty hose off, for God's sake. I can't stand to know all that good shit's under there without being able to see it!"
She wriggled her hips and peeled the sheer netting down. When the dark band at the top of the undergarment struck her about in the middle of the curly black hair around her lower stomach, she stopped. He couldn't quite see the nakedness of her organs and the tantalizing knowledge of what lay only an inch or two lower was driving him mad.
He started to complain but she shushed him. Then, to his surprise and pleasure, she bent forward and let her heavy breasts touch the sensitive spike of his aroused member. The move left him completely aghast. Mabel took a breast in each hand and worked the nipples slowly back and forth over the shiny red head of her new prisoner.
"Ungh... now you're talking, baby," he urged. "Jesus... now you're giving me what I need."
Hazel, his wife, was no prude, he knew-but she never had done anything like this to him. The feel of her two fleshy, soft mammaries against his penis sent a surge of heat through his loins like a furnace blast.
"I couldn't let this poor thing just sit and go begging for attention while I finished taking my undies off, now could I?" she teased. "You got too nice a cock to have to wait long for a little loving."
It had been a long time since Ted had his penis complimented. He was eager for more.
"You really like it, baby?" he asked. "Is it as big as -" he stopped, not knowing quite how to finish the vain question.
She smiled at him as she continued to roll its stiff shaft between the warm, dampening skin of her breasts.
"I've seen plenty of guys with smaller," she told him. It was easy for her to anticipate the direction. Every guy always wanted to know the same thing- how his organ compared with others. And her answer satisfied him completely.
Hmmm, he thought to himself as he watched her lascivious caresses, I never thought much about it before but I guess I've got a pretty good-sized cock on me. Shit, this babe ought to know.
She raised slightly and turned her attention back to her last remaining undergarment. He watched with bugged eyes as she stripped off the panty hose and presented him with an unobstructed view of her furry mound. She rocked back on her buttocks and drew the flimsy thing off over her knees, then down her curvy calves and off over her feet. She let them drop on the bed and lay on her back. Ted may have been awfully tired from his all-night drive, but this was too much. He'd been laying with his head on the pillow doing nothing but watch, but now he was compelled to act. He raised up and started to take her in his arms.
"No, no, lover," she told him, with firm but affectionate protest. "Just stay right where you are. Lie back down. Momma's gonna give you everything you need without your moving a muscle."
Her words, not to mention her manner, were so persuasive that he did as she said. Mabel lay on her back now just as he did, but she was turned with her head toward the foot of the bed. The view she offered him in this position was all he could ask. From his place at the head of the bed he could look right up between her long, curvaceous legs and take a dead sighting on her completely naked organs. She didn't try at all to coyer anything, so he could see from anus to navel, with the fullness of her rich, red labia in between. The fat twin lips revealed themselves to him in all their damp, shiny splendor in spite of her thick mass of pubic curls.
She looked at him, her face framed by the two luscious swellings of her breasts, and said, "Like what you see, fella? Ha ha... it sure does look like you do -that big cock of yours is jumping in its skin. You been wanting to see my cunt ever since you laid eyes on me, haven't you? Well, here it is for you. Take a good look while I see what it feels like when it moves like that."
The only time she had actually touched him before was when she gave his organ a few playful caresses while taking off her clothes. Now he looked past his hairy, slightly paunchy stomach to see her put her hand on his knee. She grinned at him and wiggled her buttocks a little on the bed as she grasped him. He wanted her to work up higher and touch his penis again. She'd only done it for a few brief seconds earlier, and he couldn't wait for her to return her fingers to the pulsing member. She wasn't kidding about it jumping around. He was so hot from seeing her naked and thinking about what he was going to do to her that the organ was making little motions every time his heart beat.
Slowly she teased her fingers up his thigh, sometimes walking them along the top and sometimes allowing them to slide across the sensitive skin on the inside. When she reached the point where his two legs joined, she stretched her fingers to the other thigh and toyed with inner surfaces of both.
"What you looking at, lover?" she chided, as he peered first at her naked crotch and then at her approaching fingers. "You don't have to watch to know when I get my hands on your prick. You're sure gonna feel it, I guarantee you that."
She rolled sideways a bit and took one of his ankles in hand. She pulled it toward her and said, "Open up, lover. Spread your legs and let your balls fall down where I can get hold of them."
He gladly opened wider and his two hairy testicles jostled downwards between his thighs. She marched her fingers to them and teased their black curls, withholding her fingertip from the wrinkled skin by only the barest distance.
"Open up yourself, honey," Ted said. He put his hand on the smooth joint of her ankle and ran his hand up the sensual bulge of her calf to the back of her knee. "You think I can lay here like this and not move a muscle?" he asked. "Do what you want, baby, but I got to have my hands on you, too, if you're going to-"
She laughed deep in her throat. "Go ahead. I knew you couldn't keep your hands off very much longer. Stay on your back though. I don't want you wasting your strength now. Save it for later when you feed that hard cock to me."
He could reach her knee without scooting downward but that was as far as he could go. She deftly raised her buttocks off the bed and moved down a few inches, permitting his hand to reach all the way to a point high on her inner thigh. At the same time, she quit playing with the hairs of his scrotum and slipped her fingers into direct contact with the bulging skin. She carefully explored the wrinkled skin and ran her fingers past there to the base of his pulsing organ. Her motion brought them closer together and he could reach her genitals at last. He made a move toward them but she swerved aside and kept herself out of his reach without taking her hand off the base of his penis.
"You don't really want a handful of that yet, do you?" she bantered. "You're gonna get plenty of it when it's ready for you." Now she put her thumb and forefinger together and formed a circle around his member, still being careful to limit her touch to the very base.
He slowed himself but refused to hold back entirely. He pushed his hand to the hairy muff between her legs and said, "I got to at least get me a handful of hairs."
He ran his fingers nervously through the abundant curls without touching her flesh for only a few seconds before pressing on. Then he touched her at the soft bottom of her belly at the line where the hairs started to grow. She ran her fingers up his shaft and let him feel what he'd been wanting to.
"That better? That's what you need, huh, lover? Playing around down here isn't enough, is it? You want me to get down to business and jack you off, don't you?" she said.
"Damn right I do!" he exclaimed. "You got me plenty hot just from showing yourself to me. Fooling around with my balls without touching my cock didn't help things none."
"You won't admit it, you lug, but you like to be teased," Mabel observed. "You can't tell me you never teased a woman like that! I bet you like to feel a dame up and get her all hot to go for a long time before you poke her sometimes, don't you?"
He took her words as a compliment to his manhood and said, "Yeah, sometimes."
"Well, you don't have to do that with me," she responded. "Look at my cunt."
He peered between her legs and saw that the rosy lips were now noticeably damp from her excitement.
"You can tell how wet I am without even touching it, can't you? I've been laying here getting wetter and wetter all the time I was playing around with you. It gets me hot as hell to play with a man like that. Always has. I could feel the juice pop out the minute I got my hand as high as your knee."
Hazel never talked about things this way at home. Ted wanted to hear more.
"Tell me about it, you hot bitch," he rasped. "Tell me now what makes your fucking cunt get hot."
She gave a low laugh. "Like to hear a woman talk about it, huh? Bet your wife never said a word about her cunt to you in her whole life. Well, I'll tell you for damned sure that when I see a guy's cock come out of his pants I start getting hot just from seeing it. And when I get my hands on him-especially naked in bed like this-I can feel my cunt juice fairly start to flow. I've had enough cocks in me to know just what it's going to feel like, and looking at a nice stiff one makes me start thinking about how it's going to feel inside."
He lowered his fingers from her belly into the rich growth of her muff and touched the damp skin underneath. She didn't protest at all, even when he headed straight for the smooth, bulging center of her sweating mound.
"That's the way; now you can get it," she told him.
"Ungh," he groaned, overcome at being able to get his hands on her at last.
She moved closer. Her legs and side were touching his, and her fingers were beginning a slow but steady motion from the base of his organ all the way to the glans.
"This is more like it, huh, lover?" she said. The sweat was in beads across his forehead. "I'm gonna pump it for you now instead of just playing with it."
"Lemme into that cunt," he growled. Now he wouldn't be stopped. He had to have his fingers inside the wet prize of her aroused genitals and had to have it now.
"Um yes," she said, wiggling on the bed as he manipulated her. "Yes indeed. Go on in. Um, shit... frig me good. Um ummm!"
He felt a fiery heat in his loins and every time her hand stroked his sex he moved his rear up to meet her. When she felt him bucking upwards, she slowed down.
"Easy, lover," she cautioned. "Don't waste your nuts on my hand. When you pop 'em off I want you in me. You're the boss-ain't that what you need?"
In her wide experience, Mabel had known many men who wanted only masturbation from her. She was giving him his chance.
"Yeah... yeah," he mumbled, breathing hard. "Don't worry, I won't come off in your hand. It's your cunt I'm after."
"Feel it up and feel it good, then," she offered, "'cause when you sock your cock in, you'll have a big handful of my ass. No room for your fingers in my cunt then... ummm, shit but you're getting me hot... um ummm, I'm wet as a goose."
Suddenly she sat up in bed and, in one motion, sprawled alongside him. She kept her hand on his penis but, in his surprise, he lost contact with her genitals.
She grabbed his hand and shoved it back between her legs. "Here it is, lover, take it back. That's the way... ahhh."
He slapped his hand against her sweaty muff and she eagerly wriggled her pelvis 'til his finger found her orifice again. She threw herself on him and pressed her lips to his neck and shoulders. Her hand was still busy between his legs. Now he could feel for the first time the resilient pressure of her breasts. She rolled directly onto his supine body and her taut nipples traced a path of fire across his chest.
"Just like that," he said, egging her on. "Push your tits on me just like you're doing. Jesus Christ but your nipples are hard!"
"Here, take it like this," she offered, raising herself upwards so her breasts were above his face. "That good for you?"
His answer was to fasten his lips to the nearest one and start sucking it. She saw him close his eyes in enjoyment as his wet lips worked feverishly. By twisting sideways a bit she interposed a leg between his and rubbed herself against him. She pulled his hand from her crotch and raised it to the breast he had his mouth on. He immediately began using it to massage the swollen mammary with a slow kneading motion that let him get more and more of it into his mouth with each opening and closing of his fingers. With her organs now unobstructed by his hand, she wormed her pelvis against him 'til the long, warm slit of her sex was in contact with his naked groin.
"Ungh... ungh," she groaned, moving back and forth against him. She quit masturbating his member with her hand and placed the slick, hot head of it to the wet opening of her lips.
"Now, lover," she whispered, "now you can feel it, can't you? Now you can feel my cunt like a man ought to. Lemme get the head in just a little ways... not too far yet."
Ted felt the wet pressure of her lubricated organs close over his glans and shoved it harder. The shaft of his penis surged up into her heated sex flesh and he experienced the wonderful sensation of having her inner walls surround every inch of his organ.
"Arrrgh!" she cried. "Oh damn, lover, you done it now. I love where you got it but can you hold out? You gonna... oh God, you gonna get your nuts off fast now if you ain't careful."
"Come on, Mabel," he pleaded. "Let me have it. Go ahead and... oooh, damn that feels good! Go ahead and give it up... I'm gonna fill you full awful fucking quick!"
"You're the boss, hold on!" she exhorted. "Just lay there and let me work on it for you. I thought you were getting too hot to last long but I... I... ungh... ungh... I don't give a shit-I'm coming too!"
He felt her body rise and fall against his with new fervor. Every time they touched together, their stomachs made a loud splat splat splat.
"That's what momma needs, sock it on home!" she cried. And the solid weight of her body slammed again and again onto his front, driving his penis inches into her hungry organ.
"Oh damn... oh God damn, you better get ready for it now!" he warned her. "I'm really coming... I'm really coming now, baby... fuck it faster, come on, fuck it faster, gimme that snatch!"
"Stick it on up there, lover!" she answered. "Stick it on up my cunt... feed it up me... I want all you got!"
Ted strained upward and sunk his taut member far into the inner recesses of her steaming flesh. A hot wad of sperm spurted from his glans and he let out an ecstatic moan. Mabel never stopped moving, even after she felt the thick white issue hit her vaginal walls. She churned her pelvis and he heard her breathe faster and faster until she reached her climax and fell heavily on his chest, her hair in his face and her arms around his neck.
Soon she rolled off and lay spread-eagled on her back beside him. He stretched out and drew long lungfuls of air as his breathing subsided. He put an arm to his forehead and wiped sweat off in great, wide sweeps that wet the sheet beside his cheek.
"See, you weren't too tired after all, were you?" she commented lazily, turning her head toward him with a sly grin.
He was completely winded. He had to wait a minute and catch his breath before he could answer.
"Hell, not for something like that," he admitted. "I'm never too tired for that kind of lay."
"Satisfied you got your money's worth then?" Mabel said, getting up and heading for the bathroom.
"No complaints," he said drowsily. He was already dropping off to sleep.
"Then you're not mad about me leaving off the mouth job you wanted me to give you?" she asked.
He had forgotten all about that in the heat of their coupling. As a matter of fact, it did irritate him a little bit. But he knew he hadn't missed it. "No, I'm not mad. Just sleepy," he muttered. "Lock the door after you as you leave, okay?"
He was so tired that it made no difference to him that he was letting a rank stranger remain alone with him in his room. As he dozed off to the sound of the shower, he had no idea that his daughter was about to engage in a sex adventure several miles and a few hours farther down the highway.