Chapter 8
This time as he licked and kissed her succulent inner flesh, he could only think of one thing, getting out of jail. He had to make her believe absolutely that every movement of his lips and tongue, every sweeping caress of his hands over her breasts and stomach and buttocks was a gesture of absolute sincerity.
Exhausted and spent by her previous series of releases, she lay contentedly under him, her hips relaxed, her breathing regular as she savored the sensual joy of being orally and manually caressed.
Billy Joe was tired and in no mood for his present assignment, but he knew he could not release his mouth from her. He was determined to stay with it to the very end.
And that didn't come for almost a full half hour.
When it did, her spasms were like a slow and easy surf welling up and sweeping over and then welling up again.
"Oh," she sighed and her voice rose and fell with the single sound making it seem like it was composed of three distinct syllables. "Oh, good, Billy Joe. Oh gooooooood."
He flicked her clitoris with his tongue a few more times, then exhausted, lifted his head from her hot groin and smiled down at her as he wiped the film of her love juices from his chin.
"You sure like getting your pussy sucked," he said.
"I told you, nobody ever did that before."
"Gets to be habit-forming after a while."
"I hear there are women who do that," she said.
"No shit?"
"Oh, don't play dumb with me, Billy Joe. You know a lot more things about life than you let on. I just wondered what it'll be like having another woman go down on me like that."
"Hey," he said. "You just never get enough in there, do you?"
"I was only thinking."
"Well, how about thinking on how we're going to get out of here."
She rose slowly so that she was sitting beside him. "You do love me, don't you, Billy?"
"Of course I do," he lied.
"I mean, you won't run off if I set you free?"
"No chance, honey."
"Honest?"
He leaned over and kissed her tenderly on the lips in a gesture of reassurance. "Honest," he repeated when he pulled his lips away. Then, "You better hurry now if we're going to be across the state line before morning."
"Oh, Billy Joe, you don't know what this means to me."
"Go on now," he said. "Once we're out, I'll put your pretty ass down on the first open field we find and show you what a real plowing is like. You never been fucked outdoors, have you?"
"Billy," she said. "It's like I never been fucked in my life until you come along. I mean it."
"Go on now," he told her. "I'll wait right here until you come on back."
They giggled at his attempted humor, then she kissed him once more and hurriedly slipped into her clothes.
Within no more than twenty minutes she was back. She led him out of the cell, through the door at the end of the corridor and out of the small building to a back alley. There she motioned to an old Ford and five minutes later, they were on Interstate I-14 heading west to freedom.
Determined to put as much distance as possible between them and Mae's husband, they drove through the night stopping only once to fill the car's tank with gasoline. Finally, just before dawn, Mae pulled to the side of the road and sighed.
"I just can't stay awake any more," she told him. "I've had it."
He smiled. "You sure have," he told her.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Nothing," he said. "Only that you've had it. It was sort of a joke."
He got out and walked around the car and slid behind the wheel as she inched to the passenger side. They hadn't traveled a mile before she was fast asleep snoring in relaxed contentment.
He had slept a few hours while she had driven and felt refreshed and wide awake. As the scenery sped past him he tried to think of some way to get rid of her and proceed on his own. He couldn't just walk off. She'd have the car and be able to hunt him down. If he left her, she'd file a stolen car report. Within a couple of hours her husband would probably be looking for them both.
His mind was whirling with the inertia of a thousand different thoughts just after nine o'clock when he spotted the figure beside the road. He slowed down, saw it was a young woman in jeans and sweatshirt standing beside a large knapsack. Before he had even stopped the car, he had made up his mind about what he would do.
He flicked the lock on the passenger side and motioned through the window for the girl to come around to the driver's side. As she passed in front of him, he noticed that her breasts were high and firm, that she wore no brassiere under her sweatshirt.
She was a redhead, maybe twenty or twenty-three years old, and she had been alone. He made sure no young man--or men--popped up from out of hiding when he stopped.
She was by his open window now. He glanced to the right, saw that Mae was still snoring happily.
"Yeah?" the girl said.
"You want to put out for a ride?" he asked.
"Do I what!" She took a pace backward.
"Oh, cut the bullshit," he said. "You're no fucking cherry and you're not going to get raped."
She stared at him wide-eyed for a long moment before she finally spoke. "What are you?" she said. "Some kind of freak or something?
"Listen, you want a ride and I want a job done. How about it."
"At least you're direct, kid. How about a hand job. I mean I don't even know you."
"Not for me," he said. He lowered his voice and nodded his head toward Mae.
The girl leaned lower and peered in the window. "Who's she?" she asked. "Your mom?"
"No, just a woman who likes her sex. She's never made it with a girl. I want you to eat her a little."
"Are you kidding?"
"Listen, lady. You can rot out here for the rest of the day if you like or you can ride as far as you want with us. All you got to do is play like you're a dyke and give her a little head, that's all."
"You must be off your goddamned head, kid."
"Take it or leave it," he said. "It sure ain't going to hurt none."
The girl looked at him quizzically. "What about you?" she finally asked. "What are you getting out of this?"
"Me?"
"Yeah. You one of those freaks who gets his nuts off watching? Or are you going to want me going down on you too, or what?"
"No," he told her. "Just on her. You just make sure she comes apart at the seams."
The young woman looked doubtful for a moment. "You know," she said finally, "I never thought it showed."
"What showed?"
"How did you know?" she said.
"Know what?"
"I'm bi."
"Bi?"
"Bisexual."
"Yeah."
"But I swear to Christ I never had an offer like this, before."
"Well you got one now. You game?"
"Sure," she said.
She walked around the car as he opened the door for her. As she tossed her knapsack into the rear and slid onto the front seat, Mae grunted, but did not wake up.
The girl slammed the door and Billy accelerated. "How did you know?" she said again once they were cruising westward.
"I didn't. I just saw you standing there and took a chance. Now listen, we have a long drive and I want some action started on her right away. First you get out of that sweatshirt and show a little titty to the world, then you can start feeling her up. Watch out, though. Once she's awake she's got the hots that won't stop."
"Jesus," the girl said, "this is the screwiest sex bit I ever saw in my life."
"Just strip down and start playing," he told her. "We can talk later on."
"Whatever you say, kid."
She crossed her arms over her chest, grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt and pulled it over her head in one smooth gesture. As she did so, Billy Joe glanced to his right. He had never seen such a beautiful pair of breasts in his life. They were high and firm, pointing out and slightly upward. Their nipples were just a bit larger than pencil erasers and seemed to be begging to be kissed. He couldn't resist the temptation to take his hand from the wheel and reach out to fondle one.
"Hey," the girl said. "I thought you wanted me to make the scene with her."
"I do," he said. "Hell, a little feel's not going to hurt you."
"You ever seen a couple of broads make it?" the girl asked.
"Sort of," he said.
"Like it?"
He was still bitter about the incident which had led to his being buggered and robbed, sent to jail and finally trapped with Mae Snorlin. "It wasn't all that great," he told her.
"You know something," the girl said. "You are about to be a part of something really fine. Why don't you just pull over someplace where there are a few trees and nobody to peek in and I'll show you what a real woman can do."
He shrugged. All he wanted was for Mae to get a good dose of pure animal pleasure from another woman, get hooked on it and leave him alone. If he could learn something in the meantime, all the better.
He spotted a wooded area some hundred or so yards ahead to the left of the highway and turned off a side road toward it.
Voices and stops and starts had not done it before but the turn and the bounces on the dirt road finally succeeded in waking Mae.
She snorted and blinked her eyes, then stared at the half naked girl sitting beside her.
"Who the hell's she?" she demanded.
"Hitchhiker," he told her.
"Hitchhiker! What the fuck's she doing in here without her shirt on?"
He stopped the car under the trees. "She's going to eat your pussy."
"She's what?"
"You heard me," he said as he opened the door. He walked around the car and opened the door on the passenger side. "See, Mae, I remembered. You told me you wanted to make it with another girl--
"I never meant--"
"Look, she's bisexual. She'll do it with both of us. It'll be perfect."
As the girl stepped out of the car, Billy Joe again ran his fingers over the perfectly formed flesh of her breasts. "They feel real good, Mae. See for yourself."
The girl leaned back and down so that Mae, still seated in the car, could lift a tentative hand and almost shyly caress the flesh of her right breast and the erectile nub of firm nipple. As she did so the girl extended her own hand and caressed the swell of Mae's bosom under the material of her thin dress.
Both women sighed at the same time.
A moment later, Mae was out of the car and unbuttoning the front of her dress as the younger woman slipped easily out of her skin-tight jeans and meticulously folded them into a neat pillow of denim. She sat down on the cloth and looked almost greedily at Mae as the last button slipped through its hole and the dress fluttered to the ground to puddle at her feet.
Almost shyly, Mae removed her brassiere and freed her huge breasts. Then she slipped her thumbs through the band of her panties and eased them down her full thighs.
She stood totally naked looking at the younger woman for a long moment. Then, Billy Joe watched her take what looked like a sleepwalker's step toward where the hitchhiker sat. Mae took another step and then another until she was standing directly over the girl, her sexual parts exactly level with the other woman's face.
As Billy watched, the hitchhiker slid her hands gently up the backs of Mae's legs until they were behind her knees. Then, still slowly, moved them up the backs of Mae's thighs to her buttocks. She cupped the firm flesh of buttocks in both hands and drew Mae toward her.
Her tongue snaked out, but Billy Joe could only see her head pressed tightly to the dark mat of hair covering Mae's womanhood.
He heard Mae gasp and the slight wet sounds the other woman made as she moved her tongue. He saw Mae's mouth drop open and her eyes clamp shut and he knew she was feeling something that even he hadn't been able to give her.
He walked behind where she was swaying, sighing and groaning and snaked his hands around her so that his fingers could caress her nipples and he could nuzzle the back of her neck and her ears.
"Feels good, don't it?" he sighed in her ear.
She gasped.
"You like it with her tongue in you and me playing on your titties, don't you?"
"Oh ... "
"Tell me!"
"Oh yes ... oh yes. I can't stand it."
"Sure you can, honey," he said as he flicked on her hardening nipples. "You like that little old tongue in there doing its job and flicking your little old clit around. And you love it when I play with your titties like this."
"Oh yes!"
She swayed and might have fallen if he hadn't supported her with his arms.
"I can't...." she gasped. "It's too good too good...."
She sagged in his arms. Her knees completely weak and relaxed. Gently he eased her down to the short grass of the field so that the hitchhiker's mouth never left the wet gash of her vagina. He stood over them watching the two women writhe sensuously on the ground, listening to their mingled moans of contentment and their gasps of exquisite pleasure.
Mighty fine, he thought to himself as he started to back away from their swaying, churning bodies.
He had, at first, considered just walking away from them, leaving them to enjoy their bodies in a blind abandon of carnality. Now as he looked back toward the highway, he realized he could never escape that way. Besides, he thought, the little scene in front of him was kind of fascinating. The hitchhiker was much better looking than either Nora or Sissy had been. Besides that, she was a lot cleaner. She had her head buried in the soft hairs of Mae's groin and seemed oblivious to anything else.
Billy let his eyes rove over the two bodies. He determined to join with them in the best way he could, but spent a moment considering just what that would be. Should he put himself in Mae's mouth to give her a double thrill or should he try something new and join with the bisexual hitchhiker?
Suddenly he didn't want to give Mae any more satisfaction. He had done everything two human beings could in the four days he had spent as her sexual slave in the jail. Now he wanted the other woman, not because she was what he really liked in terms of a sex partner, but because she was new to him and different.
He walked to where they were lying on the grass and slipped out of his pants and shirt. He leaned over the hitchhiker, fondled her perfect breasts and whispered in her ear:
"Want some cock, too?"
She did not answer, did not remove her mouth from Mae's vagina, but he saw her nod her head up and down and heard her inchoate grunt of affirmation. Also, he saw her push Mae gently on her back and lean over her so that she herself was propped on her knees.
Billy Joe looked at her hips and buttocks and thought he had never seen anything so beautiful in his entire life. He placed his now hard shaft against the wet flesh of her opening vagina and slowly, deliberately thrust himself deep into the folds of her passion.
The thrill that surged through him was one that was totally unique. He could feel her swaying buttocks under him as he watched Mae's empassioned face happily turning back and forth before him.
If he had thought he could control himself under the circumstances, he was wrong. Yet his very excitement was perfectly timed to make his spasm of hot ejaculation come at the very moment that Mae writhed in abandoned release.
The three of them cried out as in one voice, shuddered convulsively, then lay exhausted on the ground.
He lay quiet for several seconds, then removed himself from the younger girl's vagina. He rose to his feet and began to slip into his clothes. A moment later the hitchhiker rose and stood beside him.
"Least you could have done was wait for me to come, too," she said.
"Sorry."
"You are like hell. All you wanted was for her to get her jolly pie and pop your own nuts off. You never gave a shit about me."
"What the hell did you expect?"
"I did you a favor, didn't I?" she smiled.
"Yeah."
"Well, you do me one."
It was perfect. They both seemed to be sharing the identical thought. She picked up her neatly folded jeans and as Mae still lay spent and exhausted, walked toward the car. He slid behind the wheel and she, still naked, got in beside him.
As she slammed the door on the passenger side, Billy Joe saw Mae sit up and stare at them with wide and unbelieving eyes.
"Hey!" she called as he started the car. "Hey, where are you going?"
Billy Joe waved to her as he swung the car around in a wide arc and headed toward the highway.
"Hey, you son-of-a-bitch! Wait for me, mother fucker!"
The sound of her invective faded into the distance as he reached the highway and headed west. He felt happy and free. At the next town he'd get rid of the car and neither Mae nor her husband would ever have a chance of finding him.
He reached out his right hand and absently, affectionately, stroked the girl's left breast.
"They sure are pretty," he said.
"You better watch yourself, buster," she said. "You play around too much and you're going to get yourself raped."
"Might be fun," he said.
"Next time you wait till I come off, you hear."
"Right," he said.
"And I want that next time just about as fast as it can be."
"It's not going to be all that fast," he told her. "Hell, I just popped my nuts."
"I'll get you up again," she said. "Don't worry about that."
She reached over and unzipped the tops of his prison jeans and reached inside to grab his flaccid member. She pulled it out and squeezed it gently with eager fingers.
"Hey," he said. "I'm driving."
"Go ahead and drive. I don't mind."
"We'll crack up."
"You just keep your eyes on the road," she told him. "I've got work to do and when I finish you better pull over in a hurry 'cause I want something in me that'll be big and hot and hard. And I want it in me for a long time, buster. Some long time."
She leaned over the wheel and sank her hot mouth over his flaccid member sending a shiver of wild excitement through it and along his spine.
He squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them again as the car almost swerved off the road.
The sensation was euphoric, but he knew he could not close his eyes again.
Her tongue licked around his soft penis and her lips puckered and withdrew, then sucked again.
He still stared at the road, but there were other half-visions--strange phantoms from the past--from the dream....
...He was in the room again in the old rooming house and he was alone. There was no one but himself in the room and it was very dark....
Her mouth worked down and then up on his penis. He could feel the first tingles of arousal creeping through his renewed flesh. Her tongue was like a magic erotic snake ticking him closer and closer to another erection.
...But still the visions, the room and the old house. Dark and in shadow ... He was in bed, then there was a slight noise ... He remembered, he was half awake when he saw the door open ... just a slight shaft of light from the hall and then a figure there ... all shadow, then the door closed again and the dream was about to begin....
He became more excited as she worked her lips and tongue slowly but eagerly over his hardening shaft. The excitement began to well in him.
...There was someone in the room with him but he was not afraid ... There was a familiarity there ... It was in the movements ... the sound of feet tiptoeing across the floor ... in the smell of the intruder ... He was back asleep again ... he knew that ... It wasn't real, it was a dream and had always been a dream....
Then the two sensations merged. The sensation of the past, the one bringing with it all the pleasure of childhood and the guilt of first arousal and the pleasure of here and now!
He flicked the muscles of his penis and knew he was totally hard again. He also knew what he would find in the dream if he let her bring him to a point of release.
Brutally, he slammed on the brakes and eased the car to the side of the road as he pulled on her hair and tore her head away from his groin.
"What!" she gasped.
The car stopped.
"Not here," she said. "We're right by the highway."
He slid over toward the passenger side. "You wanted some cock in you, honey," he said, grasping his rock hard member in his hand.
"Well, here it is. Hop on it and fuck your way to heaven."
She looked down at his turgid member and smiled. "Okay," she said. As she twisted around and straddled him, her large perfect breasts were at eye level.
"Eat them," she said. "Eat my titties and I'll go crazy for you."
He darted his tongue out, licked it over one hard nipple and knew he was about to experience what might be the single most erotic thrill of his entire young life.