Chapter 15
There was no getting away from the fact that her entire body was sprouting hair, now. Mona knew she would be able to keep on shaving for just so long. After that, well.. . besides, she was able to shave in just so many places. Running a razor between her thighs hurt like hell. Hair was growing between her ass-cheeks as well as all over them, and there was no way she was able to shave there. It was no use. Unless she was able to see either a dermatologist or an electrolysist, she was doomed to be covered with hair the rest of her life. It was starting to sprout on her upper arms, in the in-sides of her elbows, and on her breasts. There was a ring of hair around each of her nipples, though her areolae remained one of the few parts of her body wherein there were no hair follicles. Hair was sprouting between her toes, though there was none on the soles of her feet.
Maybe if she left the hair alone for a while, it would simply fall out. Maybe it was only temporary.
She had to take really long showers now, and to do that she was no longer able to use the shower in her bathroom. She had to use one of the outside portable showers that was set up for the rest of the crew. She had to shower three times a day, because hair caught odors, odors that clung, and Mona hated the idea of smelling bad.
It was their last day in Wyoming, and Mona was hungry for sexual satisfaction. Jerome had been making it with Magda lately, and the dog-faced dwarf was off enchanting one of the female aerialists. Dolly was getting her jollies from Harry, the India Rubber man, and the mere thought of being fucked by Rick, the nearly eight foot giant, terrified her. From what Magda had told her, Rick and Harry had the two longest cocks in the carnival, if not the entire world. Magda had never measured them, but she was certain it was impossible to suck in the entire length of either cock in her mouth, and Magda was able to take Jerome's cock into her gullet and not leave a millimeter. So Rick was out. Magda had admitted never putting out for Harry or Rick.
Returning to the train, Mona went to her compartment and decided if no one else was going to satisfy her, she would satisfy herself. She undressed, and standing in the middle of the tiny compartment, her back to the door, she began rubbing her clitoris with her finger, making all kinds of "oohs" and ahhhs."
It was at that time that Rube, the Tattooed Man entered the train. He had his berth near the compartment door, and as a result, when he went there to change his shirt, he heard the sounds coming from the compartment. At first he thought one of the other men was screwing Mona, and he smiled.
Rube wasn't a tall man, but he was a solid man. He had a square face, a throaty voice, handsome features, and a solid build. He was covered with tattoos representing the different areas of the United States. He had Mount McKinley tattooed on his back, between his shoulder-blades, and the Florida Everglades tattooed on his right ankle with the Okefenokee Swamp on his left ankle. His right leg had the entire Florida peninsula tattooed on it, and he had California tattooed on his back just above his buttocks. The Grand Canyon was tattooed on his ass, but no one ever saw it, just as no one ever saw the Mississippi River tattooed on his cock. As had been noted earlier, in its flaccid state, all one was able to read on the cock were the miniscule letters Miss.
Listening carefully, Rube noted the sounds coming from the small compartment were being made by only one person. He decided to risk a peek.
Opening the compartment door, he peered in, and he saw the hairy buttocks of Mona waving wildly around as she fingered her cunt and jumped up and down insanely. When her head turned to the side for the moment, he saw her mouth hanging open slackly, attesting to the fact that she was totally lost to sexual abandon for the moment.
The Tattooed Man's eyes opened wide and began glowing with sheer lust as he viewed her naked breasts, looking more arousing than ever partly covered with hair, but with the pink areolae both bare. Her hairy thighs were still sleek, and the hair covering her was clean.
Quietly, he removed his own clothing, tossing everything into his own berth, his pulsating cock growing and standing out from his flat stomach as he peeled off his boxer shorts. The entire Mississippi was visible at this moment, and what was more, at the delta, where the head of his cock stood out, oil was already leaking.
He moved as stealthily as a cat, gripping his cock, shucking it back and forth, making certain it was as hard as it was going to get. His breath was coming in short, deep gasps.
Lord! Rube thought. There's a woman truly in need of some necessary copulation.
Rube was an intellectual, a scholar, self-taught, but no less brilliant. He had memorized the entire new Britannica Three. He watched her sink her fingers as far into her cunt as they would go.