Chapter 17
Yon could have written a poem about the stillness of the evening. The cool wind swayed the giant fir trees and the stars twinkled like precious jewels in the velvet black sky. You could have written a poem; but Trixie had better things to do.
She lay stretched over Gladys' lap trying to suppress the scream of passion in her throat as her cunt was licked wonderfully and wildly. Somehow the crazy, naked woman had learned to cock-fuck with her tongue. She was reaming her teenage hole with long forceful strokes and it was just the thing for Trixie. She had never made love to a woman before, never felt the tongue of the weaker sex lapping at her clitoris or hands tickling her ass crack.
"Yesssss!! ! " she groaned, taking in all the rollicking pleasure she could. And Gladys was doing her share to help the poor child along. Her fingers were stroking the girl's lovely rear, straying over to her wet cunt long enough to snare up some lovely, hot juices and then rubbing the passion stuff on her tongue.
Her tongue frantically worked back and forth across the supple lips of Trixie's daring young cunt. It had taken awhile, but Trixie had finally found what she really wanted out of life: whoring and dyking. She could return to the city and satisfy her urges for men during the evening by fucking "Johns" and then she could enjoy the other side of the coin by making love to Gladys.
And Gladys seemed partial to the plan. "Oh, I suppose I love Bernie," she said. "But I really want more out of life than a slightly used New York school teacher. All he ever talks about is the beatings and the rapes and the low paychecks. It's really depressing."
Trixie suggested a change of scenery: they could put up shop in Cleveland or maybe Detroit. But Gladys said no, she was through with big cities and that she might try a nice little place like San Diego. "Just think of all the sailor bait," she giggled. And Trixie was already dreaming about the place.
"okay, girls," said Ralph, returning to the car with Jackie. "Quit dyking it up, we're going to take a trip." He threw Gladys some clothes which she appreciated.
"You know I never found the goddamn car," she admitted. "I guess it doesn't matter now. I won't be going back to Bernie. It's time to start out all over again. Get out of the rut."
"Well, that's good," said Ralph. "Bernie is wandering around out here somewhere. I stunned him when I threw him through the wall, but he's around and I'd just as soon leave now."
"Oh, good," said Trixie. "I like taking trips. And where are we going?"
"Camp Mohawk," he said, starting the car. The engine kicked over and Ralph put it in gear and they were off. "I still have another cousin to see."
Jackie nestled against his shoulder. She felt as if her stomach had been pumped out. Even after the shower she felt exhausted. And even though Ralph had dressed her, she felt naked and vulnerable.
"Serves Bernie right for using that awful machine," said Gladys pinching Trixie's hard nipples. "He always was one for gadgets."
Ralph said nothing keeping his eyes glued to the road. He still had to see Jennie, and he wasn't sure how he was going to react. Jackie had babbled something about a Jay Steele. It hadn't made much sense to him but he was going to be careful just the same.