Chapter 5
Well, it's been a great vacation in New York, Roger thought, as he hung up the phone. The call had been from his boss, Frederick Gessner, and Roger had been expecting it for several days now. Tomorrow morning he'd report to Gessner and find out just where Gessner wanted him to go next. Wherever it was, Roger knew, he'd mix business with pleasure. Roger smiled, with a gleam in his eye. It's all true, what they say about traveling salesmen, he sang to himself. Then he began to whistle.
Roger's wife came into the room. "What's that you're whistling, dear?"
"Oh, nothing. Nothing. I've got to sec Gessner tomorrow. Then it will be back on the road for me. I'd better get a good night's sleep."
Roger dozed off fantasizing that when he went to Gessner's home the next day, only his lovely daughter, Abigail, would be there. In Roger's dream, Abby would open the door and wiggle her big boobs right in front of his face and say, "Roger, I managed to get Mom and Dad out of the house for a few hours. I've just been dying to be alone with you. Now let me see that long luscious prick of yours. I've dreamed of licking it for years."
But of course, when Roger really did ring Gessner's doorbell the next day, nothing like that happened. Oh, Abby did open the door all right, but she didn't make the slightest motion that could be interpreted as a come-on.
"Hello, Mr. Dutton."
"Hello, Abby. How's your summer been."
"Just fine, thanks. I'll be going back to school in a day or so."
"Well, have a good year."
"Thanks. Dad's in the office waiting for you."
Roger's glance lingered over the young girl's fantastic bust, which was accentuated by her slim waist. She was wearing the college kid's uniform this year---dungarees with a man's shirt tied up under her breasts, exposing her midriff. Her pants hugged her hips just a little below her belly button and Roger's eyes traveled down to the tight fly front. I'd like to get my hand in there, he thought.
"In the office," Abigail repeated.
"Oh." Roger jerked his head up and their eyes met.
"Dad's waiting, in the office." Abby gave him a smirk. "Hope your eyes don't fall out someday, Mr. Dutton," she said, turning away from him and walking toward the stairs, her little ass bouncing. Both cheeks were clearly outlined in her tight dungarees. The seam disappeared up the crack of her ass and he wondered how those pants felt pressed so tight against her cunt.
Roger held his briefcase over his crotch as he entered Gessner's office and sat down. A little business, he thought, and this hard-on will be gone.
"Hello, Roger," Gessner said as he entered. "Enjoy your vacation?"
"Yep. Just relaxed with the family. Getting a little restless though. I'm so used to being on the road."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Took me a while to get used to sitting here instead of traveling all the time. Like it fine, now though."
I hope they never make me a manager, Roger thought. I'd go crazy staying in one place all the time. But he said, "I'm sure it has its advantages."
Roger and Gessner worked up a few promotions and a few specials and then Gessner asked, "When will you be leaving?"
"I might as well start this morning," Roger said. "No sense in wasting time." And maybe I'll find some unsuspecting little hot dish bitching on the road, he thought.
"That's a good idea, Roger," Gessner said. "You'll make Erie tonight and get an early start in the morning."
Roger got up and started to leave Gessner's office.
"So long, Fred," Roger said. "I'll call you when I get back."
"Right. Oh, wait a minute, Roger. You know my daughter goes to school near Erie. I was planning on driving her back there myself, tomorrow. But really, I can't spare the time. Maybe, if she could get herself ready in an hour or so, you wouldn't mind waiting and dropping her off for me."
Except for the tingle in his cock, Roger could have sworn he was dreaming. "Sure, sure. Wouldn't mind company on the road." Roger tried to keep his voice casual. My God, he thought. How will I keep my eyes on the road with those tits sitting next to me?
"Abby," called Gessner, opening the door to his office. "Oh, Abby. Come in here, please."
Abby popped into the office, out of breath from running down the stairs. "Yes, Dad?"
The sunlight streaming through the window highlighted Abby's reddish-brown hair, and Frank tried to keep his expression neutral as he admired the girl.
"Abby," Gessner said, "Mr. Dutton here is driving to Erie this afternoon. If you could be ready to go with him in an hour or so, you'd save me a trip tomorrow."
Abby looked over at Roger, who turned to face the window. Please say yes, he thought. Please say yes.
"Well," Abby said slowly.
"I'd really appreciate it honey," her father said. "Look at this stack of papers on my desk. If I can get through them this week, then your mother and I can come up to visit you at school over the weekend."
Roger thought he heard Abby stifle a groan. "Oh, don't worry about the weekend," Abby said. "I'll be pretty busy setting up and registering. You and Mom go off somewhere alone over the weekend and I'll go with Mr. Dutton so you can get your work done."
"That---a---girl, Abby."
Roger couldn't believe his ears. Now if he could just get out of Gessner's office without getting a hard-on. "I've got to get my things packed," he said. "How long do you need, Abby?
"Come back in a couple of hours," Abby said. "Right after lunch."
When Roger arrived later to pick up Abby, he'd stashed a few dirty books and pictures in his suitcase, just in case this girl needed a few aids.
But her face didn't look so innocent. And at age 20, she'd just have to have as much experience as the younger girls he'd found this summer. Abby's eyes had an animal look to them, and the way she stuck out her tits, well, she knew what they were for, Roger thought. Besides that, with those pants rubbing up against her pussy, why, she must be turned on all the time. I bet I have my hot prick rammed up her before we're through New Jersey, he thought.
Roger loaded Abby's suitcases into the trunk and waited by the car while the girl said her farewells to her parents. "Don't worry, Fred," he called to her father. "I'll get her there safely."
When Abigail sat down in the car, Roger could see the outline of her sex against her tight dungarees. He couldn't believe she'd been brazen enough to wear the same sexy outfit she'd had on this morning. She sat up so straight that her tits pressed tightly against the white shirt she wore and the buttons pulled a little. One more breath and they'll snap off, Roger hoped. This girl was wearing a bra, all right, and Roger was glad of it. I want some really good titty, he thought. And this chick has it.
Roger could barely keep his eyes off her boobs. Just wait, he told himself. Not too soon now. And keep that cock down until the appropriate moment.
But Abby had noticed where Roger's eyes were falling every other minute. "Just keep your eyes on the road, Mr. Dutton," Abby said. "I want to arrive all in one piece."
And what a piece you are, Roger thought. "You don't have to call me Mr. Dutton you know," he said. "My name is Roger."
"Okay, Roger. But you wouldn't want to lose your job, would you?"
This girl was no innocent, apparently. But she didn't seem to be. interested in him. Well, bub. Slow down, Roger told himself.
"Got a boyfriend?" Roger asked casually.
"Nope," Abby said.
"Well, I'm sure you'll find someone soon. With your looks, you can pick and choose."
Abby laughed.
"Sorry if I offended you, Abby." Roger said. "But you are beautiful. I have no hidden ideas or schemes. Just admiration. Someday you'll make some man very happy."
"Thanks, Roger."
So, she didn't seem to mind the compliments so much after all. Good. There was still hope.
"Do you live in the dorm, Abby?"
"`No. I have an apartment with some friends."
"Oh. I was wondering how it was to live in a dorm with the new co-ed rules they've got now."
"You get used to it," Abby said. "I lived in the dorm my first year."
"Probably a lot of hanky-panky going on, I'd imagine," Roger said.
"Probably not as much as you'd imagine," Abby z replied.
"Well," Roger said, "I guess I'm thinking of how it would have been if they'd had rules like that when I was a young man. We were all pretty deprived then."
"And depraved, too?"
"Yes, that too."
"Well, I guess things are different now."
"Tell me, Abby," Roger said, "how come you moved out of the dorm, with all those relaxed rules?"
"Oh, rules schmules. I never pay much attention to rules, one way or the other. I like having a place of my own. For one thing, food in the dorm stinks. And for another, in my apartment I don't have to share a bedroom with anyone else. We each have our own."
"Oh, how many of you are there?"
"Three."
"All girls?" Roger inquired.
"Uh, huh."
Abby leaned over and switched on the radio. "Let's have a little music," she said. "Do you mind?"
"Whatever you'd like."
She found an acid-rock station, leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. Roger could see her shoulders and hips moving in time to the music. Her breasts jiggled a little and he could see her belly rippling as Abby lost herself in the music.
Roger's cock grew hard in spite of himself, but he didn't worry about it too much because Abby was in a. trance anyway. From time to time Roger took his eyes off the road and glanced over at the girl next to him. She was practically undulating now, and he was sure that the music was getting her turned on, not to mention the seam of her dungarees pressed so tight into her crotch that he could make out her cunt crack.
I've got to get my hands on her before this day is over, Roger thought. I've just got to stick my fingers down those dungarees and into that cunt, that sopping, dripping hot wet cunt that right this very moment is getting those dungarees so wet they'll drown.
I've got to get that shirt off that back and get a look at those huge, glorious tits. That girl's a 40 if she's anything at all. He imagined her nipples, big and red, under her shirt and his mouth sucking and pulling on them, making them unbelievably big.
Then Roger looked up at her face. Her mouth was slightly open. Abby's teeth were incredibly white, and her lips pink and full. I want to put my dick into that mouth, he thought. It was a wide mouth and it could take him all in without much trouble. I want to feel her lips sucking and her tongue licking. Then I want her to mash her boobs around my cock and I want her to play with her own tits while I rub my cock in between them and I want to shoot off right between those tits. My God, will that feel good.
Suddenly Roger felt his cock twitch over and over again, and he realized that he too was moving in time to the music. He turned the volume up a little. He'd never listened to this kind of music with any interest before, but now he did. He knew why the young crowd today turned on so easily, because the music was doing it to him too, and then he knew that he had to fuck Abby to the blaring sound of the Rolling Stones, whose name the disc jockey on the air had just announced.
Abby opened her eyes when the announcer began reading commercials. "Not much good scenery on this trip," she said.
"No," Roger replied, silently telling his cock to rest easy. "That was some record," he said. "I've never heard that before."
"Yeah. The Stones are a wild group."
"Their music. Is it all like that?"
"Like what?"
"Well, you know. Frantic and rhythmic and well, sexy, sort of."
"Uh huh."
"It's kind of hard to sit still when you're listening to music like that, isn't it?" Roger asked.
"Kind of."
"Makes even an old man like me want to dance."
"You're not so old are you?" Abby asked.
"Thirty-seven."
"Well, that's a lot younger than my father."
"Yes."
"Do you dance?"
"I'm not an expert. But with music like that, it'd be sort of natural---like."
"Yes, I guess it is."
"I can think of a few other things I'd like to do to that kind of music," Roger said. "I wonder if the kids play records like that when they're in bed."
Abby laughed.
"Look, Abby," Roger said, "I don't mean to be too personal, but most kids your age aren't virgins, are they? If what I read is true... "
"I guess not," Abby said.
"So don't you and your roommates, well, play around with the fellas a little... since you all have your separate bedrooms."
Abby laughed again.
"I'm not making a pass," Roger said. "Really, I'm just s curious about how the kids on campus are really behaving these days."
"Sounds like a pass to me," Abby said.
"Well," Roger said, "I mean, I wouldn't ever refuse the opportunity... a lovely young woman like you. A man can dream, can't he? But I'm also wondering about the lucky guys who you don't pass up. Is it that I'm too old, or not good looking enough, or what?"
"Oh, none of those," said Abby.
"Well," Roger's heart jumped, "I'm glad to see you're not shocked. I could tell from the way you listened to that record that you were capable of getting and giving a lot of sensual pleasure."
"Well, Roger," Abby said. "I'm flattered, to be sure. But you're just not my type."
"What is your type, Abby?"
"I don't care for men too much."
"Does that mean what I think it means?"
"It means, Roger, for you to forget it. If I liked men, you'd do just line, but I really prefer girls."
"Oh."
"Are you shocked."
"Not really. Just disappointed." How I wanted those tits, he thought. How I wanted to sink my fingers into her pussy. How I wanted her sexy lips around my cock. "I don't suppose I could change your mind for you, could I?"
"Afraid not, Roger."
"Ever fucked a man, Abby?"
"Once or twice. Didn't dig it."
"What do you like most about women, Abby?"
"You really want to know?"
"You bet."
"Why don't you tell me what you like, first?"
"Sure I will. I love big tits, just like yours, Abby. And I like to put my hands in their pussies and wiggle their clits with my fingers, and I like to suck their tits." And I also like to shove my huge cock into their cunts and into their mouths, but I'm not going to tell that to her, Roger thought.
"Well," Abby said, "I like the same things. Plus a few others you haven't mentioned."
"Like frenching another girl."
"Well, yes."
"You like having it done to you?"
"Sure. You think I'm nuts?"
"I never wanted to be a girl before, Abby, but I wish I was now. Just for today."
"But you're not. Anyway, all this talk has me so turned on that I almost wish you were a girl."
How can I convince her to fuck me, Roger wondered. They drove along in silence for a while, and then Roger got an idea. "Hey, Abby," he said. "I'm pretty good at picking up girls. How are you at it?"
"I did it once," she said.
"Well, maybe you and I could End a girl who digs men and women."
"Hmmn. Wishful thinking."
"Not necessarily. There's a little cafe a few miles up the road. If we don't see a nice girl hitch-hiking before we get there, let's stop. and see if anyone inside looks good to us. Lots of girls who go to college have their own cars and must be driving back to school now."
"You're a genius, Roger. But remember, you don't touch me."
"I hope she's got big tits." Roger's hard-on was coming back. Roger pulled up in front of the restaurant. People coming and going in and out all stared at Abby. Roger noticed her eyes looking over the females and ignoring the males.
The restaurant was a self-service place, and it was jammed. Abby and Roger stood in a corner with their trays and surveyed the scene. They noticed a table with two attractive girls sitting together. One of the girls was a lovely blonde, with boobs even bigger than Abby's. She was wearing a scooped-neck tank shirt, and the rosy tops of her ample tits spilled over the neckline. She had on cut-off dungarees, and Abby and Roger craned their necks to notice the slim tan legs. The other girl had black hair, short and curly. Her breasts were smaller, but not too small. She was wearing a halter top, and her tits were visible from the side.
"They don't cover up much these days, do they," Roger commented.
"How do you like those girls?" Abby asked.
"I dig them both, especially the one with the big boobs."
"Me too."
"Well, a single girl would be better, but since there aren't any... "
"Let's go over there," Abby said. "Those girls aren't talking to each other. Maybe they don't even know each other."
Abby and Roger made their way to the table with the two girls. "Mind if we join you?" Abby said.
"No," said the blonde busty one.
"I was just leaving," said the dark-haired girl, slurping the last drops of her iced tea.
The blonde munched slowly on her sandwich and gave Abby a good looking over. "Gee," she said, "you look familiar. Go to U.P. College?"
"Yes," Abby said. "You too?"
"Yes," said the girl. "I guess that's where I've seen you. What's your name?"
"Abby Gessner. Yours?"
"Rita Swanson. Abby... Abby. Sounds familiar. Oh, well, it'll come to me. You going back to school now?"
"Right," Abby said. She pointed to Roger. "He's driving me."
"Were you hitching?" Rita wanted to know.
"No. He works for my Dad."
"If you need a ride, Rita... " Roger broke in.
"Don't mind if I do. I've hitched this far and my ride dropped me here. He was about to turn on the pike."
"Isn't it a little dangerous, Rita?" Roger asked. "A pretty girl like you alone, hitching."
"Depends on what you mean by dangerous. I got picked up by a family with kids. Figured that couldn't be dangerous. Dangerous, hell, it wasn't even interesting."
"You mean," Roger asked, "if a guy who appealed to you picked you up you'd play around?"
"Why not? If he appealed to me."
Abby and Roger finished their sandwiches and coffee.
"Now," Rita said. "I've got my luggage in a locker in the entrance area."
Roger shoved Rita's luggage into the back seat. Abby held the passenger side door open and Rita slid in next to Roger. Then Abby sat down next to Rita.
"You're beginning to look familiar to me, too," Abby said.
Roger drove quietly while Rita and Abby discussed majors, classes, teachers, apartments, dorms, and other such nonsense, and Roger wondered how to get them back to the topic of sex. Rita's tits were pushed out over her neckline and Roger was dying to take a squeeze. He looked down at her lithe tan legs and he thought to himself, I've never seen such a slender girl with such big tits. Rita's hot pants were barely long enough to cover her crotch, and they were tight, like Abby's dungarees, outlining her pussy very clearly.
He stared at her every so often, and noticed that Abby's eyes were on Rita's tits. Rita looked over at Roger and smiled when she noticed him looking at her, and she . wiggled a little in her seat.
"How about some music," Roger said, snapping on the radio. The blare began, and this time he watched the girls being overcome by the music.
"I've got some nice grass," Rita said. "Want a joint?"
"Right here on the road?" Roger said.
"Why not?" said Abby?
"I've got it. I've got it," Rita said, excitedly. "Aren't you a friend of Joyce Morris?"
"So that's where I've seen you," Abby said meaningfully.
"Um," Rita said. "Maybe we'll get together at school."
"I've got an idea. Roger doesn't Want to smoke while he's driving. Right, Rog?"
"I'm not too experienced with grass. I'd rather not be driving."
"Why don't we stop at the next motel and stay the night?"
"That's fine with me, girls," Roger said, feasting his eyes on Rita's boobs.
Roger pulled off the road with his cock twitching in anticipation. The two girls went into the motel office to register, came back to the car, and the three of them went into the room. Roger pulled out a bottle from his luggage and fixed drinks for all and Rita passed a joint around.
"Boy, Rita, you look fantastic in that top," Abby said.
"Why don't you try it on? If it fits I'll give it to you. I have another."
"Okay," Abby said. "Come on into the bathroom with me. I don't think I can get it zipped myself."
The two girls disappeared into the bathroom. Roger paced the floor, imagining how Abby would look in Rita's top. His cock was getting harder and harder and he played with it a little.
Then he couldn't wait any longer. "Hey, come on out," he yelled into the bathroom. There was no answer. Finally Roger opened the door. There were Abby and Rita, bare from the waist up.
Their hands were on each other's huge boobs. Rita's were a little larger than Abby's, but actually, both sets were unbelievable. Abby's nipples were deliciously large and dark red, like a large apple, and Rita's were pink, like strawberry ice cream.
Roger walked over to Rita and caressed her luscious tits. "Hope you don't mind sharing her, Abby."
"She better not mind," Rita said. "I thought you'd never come in. Then I would have had to come out and get you, because I like cocks as much as I like tits and cunts."
Then Rita unzipped Roger's pants and pulled out his gigantic erect prick and played with it with both hands, making it incredibly hard and long.
Roger kept staring at Abby's breasts and thanked his lucky stars that Rita was there, for he knew he'd never get to feel Abby.
They all walked over to the bed and lay down, with Rita in the middle. Rita didn't let go of Roger's cock for an instant, and within seconds of pulling Roger down on the bed she had his cock in her mouth and was waggling her tongue all around and over it, making delicious-sounding slurping noises and pulling up on him with her lips smacking.
"Umm, you sure taste good," she said, tickling his balls with both hands. "And you feel good too." She squeezed and squeezed with her cheeks around his prick until he thought he would come, but he managed to contain himself. He wanted to prolong this ecstasy as long as he could.
Abby was busy fiddling with Rita's shorts and finally managed to pull them off. Rita was just as lean and sexy on the bottom as Roger had thought she'd be. Abby spread Rita's ass open and dove in with her finger. Rita squirmed and wiggled and Roger's cock felt her every move.
Finally Rita took her mouth from Roger's dick and said, "Just a minute, lover. You'll have to wait a little bit. Just watch and enjoy."
Then Rita turned on her back and spread her legs apart and Roger and Abby feasted their eyes on her blonde pussy. Roger played with Rita's clit and Abby kissed and sucked on her tits, and Rita writhed with pleasure on the bed and played with Abby's tits and unfastened her dungarees. Then she pushed Roger away from her and pulled down Abby's pants. to reveal reddish pussy hair.
"Oh, so you don't wear panties either," Rita squealed.
"Feels better not to," Abby said, diving her head down between Rita's thighs.
Rita turned so that she could eat Abby at the same time, and Roger craned his neck, trying to get the best view. His cock was swollen purple now and he was afraid if he touched it he'd shoot his wad in an instant.
Both girls were slurping and moaning like crazy. Roger stared at Abby's tits heaving up and down. He longed to squeeze them, but reached for Rita's instead. Abby was twiddling her own boobs, and soon her moans changed to pants. He knew she would come soon and Rita worked her tongue around faster and faster. Roger peered down between Abby's legs and saw Rita's tongue inching its way right up into her pussy. Abby's ass was bouncing up and down, up and down and Rita slid her finger in and out of Abby's asshole as easily as she stuck her tongue in and out of her cunt.
Seconds later Abby began to shriek so loud Roger feared the people in the next room would hear. Her screams were followed immediately by a guttural moan from Rita, who clasped her legs around Abby's neck while Abby pulled and sucked on Rita's clit, which was long enough for Roger to see clearly. When Rita pushed Abby's head away, Roger could see about an inch of clit hanging limply, shriveled after a glorious cum.
The girls looked at Roger and Rita grabbed his cock and began pumping. Roger reached for Rita's twat and felt her clit harden again.
He rubbed his fingers back and forth quickly over it and Rita said, "That's it lover. That's just the way I like it.
Then Rita rolled over and pushed Roger on his back. She got on top of him and held his prick hard in her list. She sat down right on top of his cock and pushed it into her wet hot cunt and pushed her body up and down up and down, up so high his cock almost completely left her sopping pussy and then down so low he could feel the end of her cunt with the tip of his prick.
Then she lay down the top half of her body, and her huge tits mashed against his neck. She lifted up and jiggled those glorious boobs with the gigantic strawberry-colored nipples against his face and he stuck out his tongue, getting in his licks with each fall of Rita's chest. If this wasn't heaven, he didn't know what was. He looked over at Abby who was pushing her own fingers around in her wet twat and was breathing hard.
Rita began squeezing her cunt walls together, and then she reached around behind her and gently brushed her hands against the hair on Roger's balls, and with that hand on his balls and that cunt on his cock and those tits in his face Roger couldn't stand it any longer.
With one final squeeze of her pussy, Rita made Roger . cum and he moaned and panted wildly as Rita pressed her clit close to his stomach and began her shrieking. He felt her cunt open and, close and her clit quiver against him.
"Yippee," she screamed. "Fuckaroo, babe. Fuck .and suck, Babe. Oh. Oh. Oooooooh."
Then she collapsed on top of him, and Roger for a few minutes thought he might never be in shape to fuck anyone ever again.