Chapter 11
Eli Slack insisted on two shows that evening.
Luther and Dex met him in his elaborate office on the second floor of the main Roost building. Brenda was in the adjoining suite, combing her hair in a full length mirror, as they could see through the open door.
"A small private little thing," Slack said, passing cigarettes around. "I got to take care of five, six boys," he winked. "The power boys. Got to keep in with the folks-the right folks."
"You mean for free?" Luther asked.
"Well, you do two shows, one little one and the reg'lar one-"
"No free stuff."
Slack put his finger beside the big nose and cocked his head. "You got t'advertise, friend."
"Th'way I see it," Luther said, "you're payin' off a debt with us. No free fuckin'. " He glanced at the open door. "You want too much, Eli."
"All right," Slack growled. "Five bucks a head." He rose abruptly. "I'll meet you over to the barn."
Brenda joined them, smiling, dressed primly. She nodded good-bye to Slack and went out with them, holding Luther's arm.
"Gawd," she said in the hallway. "Gimme a cigarette. My butt's sore, you know that?"
Luther glanced at Dex, but she shrugged, blucking the cigarette from the pack Dex offered. "What for, secrets?" she said. "Ain't we one big happy family?"
"Yeh," Dex grinned. "You get it in the butt?"
Luther lit the cigarette. "Come on."
"Yeah," she said. "Let's get the fuck outa here."
"Tonight," Luther glanced over his shoulder. "We'll slide out t'night after the show."
Polly let them into the barn and went upstairs to let them in the stage room. She eyed Luther, saying nothing. It was clear she didn't trust the big man too far. Luther never looked at her once.
The room remained as they had left it, even to the stale smell of tobacco. Dex went through and opened the back door. It led to wooden stairs that snaked down the back of the dark building, ending in a puddle of shadow below where a wood fence enclosed the barn.
He looked toward the misty horizon, rolling land, a lot of land out there. If they ditched the trailer they could go forever, couldn't they? Maybe with the proceeds of Slack's safe. There had been a safe in the fat man's office ... with the door standing open.
Slack was playing Luther for a sucker, wasn't he? Maybe Luther had killed the girl, but Slack was in it now just as deeply. He'd helped bury her. Luther was stupid; he hadn't yet figured out that it was a Mexican stand-off. Neither of them could rat on the other. Dex leaned on the rail and stared into the murky night. No sense in telling Luther that, yet. Maybe things would play into his hands. You never could tell.
The biggest thing was-he wanted Brenda. He wanted to get her away from Slack and from Luther.
Only she didn't want to leave Luther. That was the problem. How to pry her away from Luther.
He went back into the room and locked the door. Luther was fiddling with the phonograph, cleaning it. Brenda sat on one of the chairs, waiting. Even the sight of her, swinging one shapely leg idly, made his cock stir. She had it. She had something that got to him. The same goddam thing that got to all men, evidently. Animal magnetism. She was watching Luther work, her lovely face in repose, every hair in place. Dex pressed his lips together. It was hard to picture her naked, revolving and bumping her cunt at a roomful of men. And yet she did it probably better than anyone alive. She did it so well, he knew, because she loved it. She got a charge out of flaunting her sex.
The hall door opened and Slack came in, the big nose like a sail. "Hey," he said. "Well do the little show in one'o the little rooms, huh?"
Luther looked up.
"Make it better that way," Slack said, winking at Dex. "Let 'em smell the cunt-'scuse my language, honey. Let 'em get closer, huh?"
Luther rose. "Okay. Which room?"
Slack smiled and turned. They followed him down the hall into a smallish room with yellow wallpaper and flowered drapes. It was a whore's room, with a single bed and one chair.
"I'll have Ken haul in a coupla more chairs," Slack said, feeling the bed, patting it.
"How soon?"
"They'll be here 'bout a half hour," Slack went to the door. "We don't need no phonograph."
There was no alcove or other room to use as an offstage. "You'll hafta come in from the hall," Luther said. He left the door open; they went back to the stage room to wait.
"Twenny minutes is plenty," Luther said in a low voice. "Hell, that's enough to get them suckers hot. Let 'em get their nuts off on the girls downstairs."
Ken appeared, carried chairs and disappeared again with only a nod to them and a glance at Brenda's legs. Luther went down the hall and returned quickly.
"Get ready-Slack's herdin' them in now." He watched as Brenda began to slip out of her clothes. "Never mind the bumps an' grinds-we ain't got any music. Jus' the two of you go in together an'fuck. OK?"
"Yeah," Dex smiled and Luther scowled.
They went down the hall and Slack came out of the room. They were noisy; it sounded, Dex thought, like they had been drinking pretty good. He felt the butterflies in his belly as he moved along the hall in nothing but his socks. It was different in a tiny little room. Jesus, they were close.
Brenda giggled slightly and gathered up his long weenie, handling it warmly, making sure it was hard. She didn't mind, he thought. She was gonna get laid. It excited her. He stood by the closed door, watching her massage the cock. She rubbed it up and down on her soft belly, manipulating the tight skin, teasing it, grinning at him. Slack watched, a funny look on his fat face.
"You ready?"
Luther nodded, glancing at the cock.
Slack stepped inside the door, not quite closing it. A half dozen voices greeted him, laughs, applause: "Where's the cunt-"
"Simmer down," Slack yelled. "Lissen, simmer down. Charley, get your cock outa Bill's ear-" They roared and guffawed. "We's gathered here t'day," Slack went on as the noise subsided, "to improve our fuckin' minds-with art. You all knows what art is. Well, this here's cunt art, and I present-Jack an' Jill!"
Everyone yelled and applauded. "Go on," Luther said.
Brenda ran in, Dex followed, the cock waggling. There were seven men in the room; he counted them at a glance, all yelling, pleased at the sight of the tawny girl.
"Ohhh, Jesus!" one shouted, "that ain't m'wife!"
Brenda squealed, shaking titties at them. They were close enough to reach out for them-and one did. She allowed him to pat them, then she rolled onto the bed, legs splayed. There was a sudden hush as Dex mounted her. He could hear the solid breathing-the room seemed to sigh, crackling with electricity. He slid the cock into her wet slit and pushed. Brenda bucked upward to meet it and they were fucking frantically in an instant.
The bed had been pulled to the center of the little room, they were all around it, leaning almost over the bed. Dex glanced up into the red face of a florid man. The guy had puffy eyes with red veins about the pupils, staring eyes. He was grinning, showing yellowed and crooked teeth. Dex could feel hot breath, a tinge of onion. He felt a hand between their bodies. He looked around, a thin-faced man was smirking, reaching between them. The hand was nudging his balls, feeling around his cock-"Hey," Brenda said, "Cut it out!"
She tried to bat the hand away. Dex felt a finger slid up beside his prick; the guy was diddling her, and the others urged him on.
"Dammit," Brenda said, "We'll do the sere win'-"
"We's jest friendly, Ma'am," a man said and they giggled. "Lookit that boy go!"
"Ah could use 'im down on the ranch," another said.
The finger stayed inside her pussy; Dex could feel the guy diddling her but feeling around the driving penis as well. He craned his neck to see the man-a gray-haired grinning farmer-looking guy. On the other side of the bed, a man was feeling Brenda's titties. She stretched out her hand and grabbed his prick, a handful of pants. The guy yelped in surprise, but didn't move away.
"Fuck 'er in th' teeth," the guy with the onion breath said. "She'll blow ya."
Dex thrust into her hotly, watching her massage the man. She had hold of his pecker all right, yanking it back and forth, still in his pants. Dex heard the man on the opposite side gulp. He looked around; Brenda had his cock in her grip too. She was giggling-having a wonderful time.
A sex fever descended on the room. All seven of the spectators were crowded close to the bed, all of them feeling the two participants. Dex felt hot, moist hands rub over his buttocks, and a finger poked into his anus. Two or three hands at a time were roving over his balls, hard and tight, feeling round his thrusting cock, teasing Brenda. When he drew his cock almost out of her, someone masturbated him; another put three fingers into her so that he could hardly force the prick back in.
The florid man was squeezing down, sucking at one of her nipples, pushing Dex aside to get at it.
The room seemed suddenly quiet, tense-Dex felt in the center of an explosion about to occur; it was an almost ominous quiet. Filled with harsh breathing, sucking sounds-the sound of a zipper. Brenda had a man's cock naked in her hand.
He had a glimpse of Luther still standing, glowering, at the door. Slack was leaning over the pressing crowd, grinning evilly: "Fuck 'er, boy-"
Brenda was writhing, building to an orgasm-he could tell the signs now. Her eyes went glassy and her body began to jerk. Dex tried to thrust deeply into her but could not. Someone's hand was between them, goading fingers on her clitoris. She screamed and shuddered violently.
He felt hemmed in by the watchers, leering and almost slavering on his naked body. The man groaned, heaved up and almost fell onto them. Dex hunched up under the man's weight: "Hey, for crissake-"
He turned his head, smelling the musky odor. The man was frantically poking and jabbing the prick at her. Brenda's mouth made an "O" and she accepted it, still glassy, still jerking uncontrollably.
The lights went out.
Everyone seemed to shout at once. Dex could hear Eli Slack's bellow of rage. At the same time he could feel the jetting fountain as the man let go. The pungent mess sprayed over them as the man collapsed.
Hands pulled at him. Men swore, some struggling upright to get at the light switch. A few moaned as waving fists collided; and Dex rolled off her to the floor. Her arms twisted about his neck and he was able to pull her with him.
Then suddenly Luther was there. Somehow Dex knew it was Luther. The smell of him-the voice? Luther picked the naked girl up bodily and lifted her over his head. She squealed. Men yelled. Dex scurried for the door. They must get her out. A man was slapping the wall, trying to find the switch-Slack? Dex kicked into where he thought the man's stomach should be. He was rewarded by a bloodcurdling scream. He must have kicked the man's balls.
He got the door open. The lighter patch of hallway showed Luther the way. He ran into the hall with the girl and Dex slammed the door behind them.
In the stage room, they locked the door and flicked on the lights. Brenda was spattered with gism. They all stank of it.
And Brenda was giggling. Luther glared at her: "You coulda been hurt!" He wiped off her titties and neck.
"But I wasn't-"
Slack was pounding on the door. "Lemme in, Goddammit!"
Dex opened the door. Slack's fat face was red, the nose was a beacon. "You turned off them cocksuckin' lights, Luther!"
"Sure I did. I hadda get her outa there."
"Goddammit, a deal's a deal."
"You had your party. It's all over. They got a good money's worth too."
Slack grumbled. He kicked a chair, but Dex winked at Brenda. He gave in, not gracefully; Slack always wanted his own way.
"All right, then we'll do the reglar show-" He pointed the nose at Brenda. "I'll git Shirley up here'n we'll have us a lil cunteatin'. Parn' my language."
Luther shrugged. Brenda giggled at Slack's ire, sitting pertly on a chair, smoking saucily. Slack blew out his breath, grunted, and went out.
"How 'bout me?" Dex asked. He had been sitting behind Brenda. He rose and the big cock jutted out, waggling. Brenda smiled at it.
Luther scowled. "I spose you wanna get that goddam gun off--? "
"Jeez, why not? I missed it in there-you turning off the fuckin' lights."
"Jack-off!" Luther yelled.
Brenda rose. She ground out the cigarette and went to Luther. "Aw, baby-don't be all upset-after all, he helped get me out, huh?" She petted him and Luther sat down heavily, hands on knees.
She whispered in his ear and Luther scowled, glancing at Dex. "Well, take 'im behind the goddam curtain-"
Brenda nodded, kissed him and motioned to Dex. She walked in front of him and slid behind the curtain. She was smiling when he dropped the curtain behind him. Her clothes came off and she melted into his arms, raising her leg over the prong.
"I'm still hot as hell," she whispered, "Ain't that awful?"
"For who?" He pushed her against the wall and tried to get it up in her.
"For Slack," she giggled.
"Did he fuck you in th'ass?"
"Uh huh, why? You want to?"
"I never did it that way."
She giggled. "You'd like it-tighter'n the front."
"Turn around."
She shook her head. "You got to grease it. I ain't got any Vaseline-let's do it later."
She had it, massaging it in her hand as she whispered to him. "B'sides," she said, "I dunno-this thing of yours might go in me too far. You might bust something:"
"What?"
She giggled again. "My front teeth."
"It don't go in that far."
She kissed him. "Feels like it." She glanced toward the curtain. "Luther's awful edgy. We better not fool around too long-lemme suck it off, huh?"
He nodded. "Okay." She was on her knees in front of him in a second. He watched the huge head of it disappear between her lips. He could feel her tongue laving it. Leaning back against the wall, he relaxed, letting her do it all. Man! If this was his woman, he'd fuck her day and night! Day and night!
God! That was good. He fondled her head, sighing. So good. She was squeezing his balls slightly, stroking them, caressing them, feeling down under them and rubbing the muscle all the way to his ass-hole. She knew what a guy wanted.
Suction-her head bobbed over it, making friction with her lips on the velvet skin. He could smell it-the fragrance of love as someone had said. Shit. The fragrance of sex. He was gonna come.
In a minute-in a minute-and she knew it. She glanced up at him, her lips tight about it, working on it sensuously. She was eager for it.
He groaned when it came. It welled up with searing pain, spurting and jetting. He hung against the wall, pushing back, legs trembling, hands grasping the rough wood. He spouted into her mouth, down her throat, hearing her gasps, her sucking, her sticky lips. The wrenching anguish of it-the wicked jolting-get it all! He was astonished at how expert she was. God! It welled up, it must have been a cupful, and she swallowed it all, gulping it down, her hands working to milk down the long throbbing length of it.
What a woman! Why didn't he kill Luther for this woman? Take him somewhere in the fucking pick-up truck and bury him. Then she'd be his.
He hung over her, panting and wheezing, feeling her soft lips still milking it, still caressing it. She was beautiful. Beautiful.
Luther came to the curtain and pulled it back to look at them. Dex smiled weakly at him ... at the look on his dark face.
"Come on, for crissakes," Luther growled.
Brenda looked round at him, laving the head of the whang. "In a sec, darling." She went back to swallowing its half-hard length.
"Get it hard," Dex whispered as Luther stamped away from the curtain. "An' I'll fuck you."
She giggled. "I'll take a rain check."
She rose and picked up her clothes. "We better not tease him-" She slipped into the clothes and went around the curtain.
The second show went on an hour later.
Slack had rounded up forty-five people, including a half dozen women. Dex stared through the slit in the curtain at them, they seemed as eager as the men. It had never occurred to him that women would ever be in the audience. He studied them curiously.
Luther started the phbnograph and Brenda came up behind him, reaching round him to grasp the weapon and massage it.
"You're not very hard, baby-"
"It'll be hard." He felt back under her. She was already naked. He licked a finger through her slit and she pushed it at him.
"Let's go," Luther said.
Brenda did a longer dance than usual, bumping and writhing sinuously. Dex stood by one of the curtain holes, watching the crowd. The women were fascinated by her. One redhead in the front row was visibly excited, he thought. He'd like to ram it up her-nice fat tits. The redhead wore a navy blue dress, she sat by a baldish man in a blue serge; and he ran his hand up her thigh and squeezed it as Brenda began. Apparently it never occurred to them that anyone was watching them. The girl slipped her hand into the baldish man's lap and rubbed vigorously. Dex was very interested.
When he ran out to waggle his cock in Brenda's face, he looked at the redhead. Her eyes were goggling. She whispered urgently to her escort and Dex knew it was about the size of his prick. Her eyes never left it.
The crowd was quieter than usual-maybe because of the women present. There were a few shrill squeals when Brenda began blowing him, but mostly they were hushed. When he got on her, fucking her hotly, Dex could hear their breathing. He glanced around and met the redhead's eyes. He knew instantly that she would have loved to trade places with Brenda. The thought crossed his mind that he should meet her later-the man was squeezing her thigh, but much higher up. She'd come in a minute, he thought. He winked at her and she smiled.
Brenda turned over and he put it into her dog fashion. Then they wrestled a bit and the crowd became a little more voluble, offering suggestions-"Get it up her fanny-" A woman called shrilly: "Get on top of her again!"
They twisted around and went at it in a sixty-nine and the audience was suddenly silent. He made Brenda come, and everyone knew it, applauding and whistling. Then he fucked her to an orgasm.
It was a smooth, slick show, the best he had done, Dex knew. It went off like clockwork, almost too professional and mechanical. As he followed Brenda off the stage to cheers and yells, he knew the answer. The crowd was too large. Fucking shows were better when small and intimate.
But Luther was very pleased. He beamed, clasping his hands in triumph. "Hurry up-ged dressed-"
Slack came back of the curtain as they pulled on clothes. He too was pleased.
"It was a pretty fuckin' good show, 'scuse my language." He ogled Brenda and took Luther aside, and the two whispered. Dex frowned at them.
"I think I'm gonna get it again-" Brenda muttered, rubbing her buttocks.
But Luther came to her: "Slack's got another little deal cooking," he said in a low voice to her. "A fast twenny-fi' bucks for a lezzie show. You wanna do it?"
"Who with?" Brenda arranged her skirt. "Shirley?"
"Yeah. Just twenny minutes or so in one of the rooms. Shall I tell 'im okay?"
Brenda giggled. "OK." She glanced at Dex. "Well, it's dough."
Luther went to Slack and the two talked a moment. Slack smiled and went out.
Dex said, "I thought we were slidin' out."
"We are," Luther frowned. "This won't take long."
"Where we gonna do it?" Brenda asked. "I wanna wash up first."
"I'll show you, you c'n wash there." Luther looked at Dex. "Whyn't you wait downstairs then we'll all go back to the house-" He nodded his head at the phonograph. "Put that in the pick-up, huh?"
"Yeh." Dex zipped up, combed his hair and picked up the phonograph. When he followed them to the stage the crowd had dispersed, leaving only the layers of cigarette smoke and butts scattered everywhere. Brenda pursed her lips at him behind Luther's back and he went downstairs quickly and around to the truck.
Luther had parked the pick-up at the side of the barn, well away from the customer's cars, near the wire fence. He put the phonograph in the back and leaned against the door to wait. The idea of Brenda chewing on Shirley's snatch annoyed him. He lit a cigarette and stared at the dim rectangles of light in the barn rooms. Probably most of the girls were on their backs, receiving dicks to the music of squeaking beds.
A man loomed from between parked cars and came toward him briskly. Dex frowned. It was dark as hell in the big lot, and quiet. There was only a breath of music from the main clubhouse.
He drooped his hand over the side of the truck body, fishing for a weapon. The hand closed over a tool-a tire iron from the feel of it. He waited.
The man came very close then halted. "Howdy. I just saw you upstairs in the show."
"Oh?" Dex didn't remember seeing the guy-but it was dark. What the hell did he want?
"How'd you like to make another couple bucks?"
"Sure," Dex said. "What I gotta do?"
The man chuckled. "Screw a girl, that's all. You interested?"
Dex relaxed. This guy looked like the joe who had been sitting next to the redhead. "Hell yeah, how much?"
"Say-five bucks. Can you get it up OK? You had a good session up there."
"Sure I c'n get it up for crissakes. Ten bucks."
The man hesitated.
"She want it bad?" Dex asked. "That ain't much."
The guy sighed. "OK. Ten bucks. C'mon." He turned.
"In advance," Dex said, following the guy. They went through the rows of cars and the man fished out a bill and handed it back. It was a ten spot all right. Dex folded it away with satisfaction. This was one trick he didn't have to report to Luther.
The man stopped at a car and Dex could see the smiling girl inside. The redhead, by God. He'd been right. She rolled down the window.
"Hi-"
"Hi ya," Dex said. "You wanna screw, lady?"
She giggled, peals of tinkling laughter. The man scowled. "He's cute," she said. She opened the car door and slid out. Instantly Dex felt her hand on his thigh, moving up to cup his balls and bounce them warmly. The old cock was stirring.
"You better get in the back," the man said.
"Ohh, Jesus," she whispered, handling it. "God!, I never saw anything that big and long-"
Dex moved his hands over her lithe body. She felt good, warm and slinky. She moved her ass as he rubbed it, bumping against him, shoving her thighs at him.
"Come on, get in the back," the man said more urgently. "You want someone t'see you?"
She giggled, unzipping him and thrusting her hand inside to grab at the rising prick. "I don' give a fuck-"
"Mary!" he said. "Lissen to me!"
"Oh, all right," she grumbled. "Come on, we better do it-" She pulled him by the pecker and he followed her to the back seat. The man slammed the door and got into the front.
"Izzie gonna stay there?" Dex asked.
"Yes," the man said. "Go on, get at it."
She kissed him, massaging the prick hotly. Then she stopped and yanked up her dress. She was naked underneath. She pulled the dress about her waist and went back to his lips and cock. Dex slid his hand up her leg and she parted them instantly.
"God, seeing that thing up there," she whispered, "you had me practically coming-"
Dex put two fingers up into her and jiggled them. "Yeah?"
'Who's 'at girl you do it with?"
"Just a girl," he said. "You like her?"
"Fuck 'er, I like you." She giggled. She bent down and licked the jock. "Jesus, this thing is a ; foot long!"
The man turned around in the front seat. Even in the dim light, Dex could see his eyes were shining. He reached over the seat and Dex felt the fingers on the cock. The guy felt it, up and down, while the redhead sucked the head of it.
"Yeh," the man said, a little breathlessly, "Yeh."
Mary looked up at him, kissed him briefly. "Diddle me while I do 'at, honey."
Dex ran his hand down, fingering her and she went back to the sucking. The man continued to feel the length of it, then his hand went down to close over the balls warmly. Dex smiled in the e gloom of the car. It was pleasant, her mouth. What about that guy! Man, he had been felt up by guys before, even buggered, but not while a dame looked on. This was a spooky couple.
Her cunt was wet and squishy. He teased her clit and she writhed on the seat, moaning slightly. The guy was trying to masturbate him. It felt great.
"Fred-don't make him come-"
"I won't come yet," Dex said. It looked like the man was playing with himself in the front seat.
"Oh, you beautiful cock!" she whispered, "you lovely, lovely cock!" She almost choked, trying to swallow it. Sighing, laving it, kissing it. "Beautiful cock-"
Dex stared at the dim figure in the front seat. The guy was jacking off now-hot and heavy. No fooling about it! Dex grinned; the guy's hand tightened around his prick, he was beginning to pant and gasp-and then he bucked. He was coming all over the joint.
Mary's laugh tinkled. She looked over the back of the seat, giggling and squeezing Dex. "You got it all over yourself," she giggled; the man sighed, relaxing.
She came back and licked at Dex's lips. "You see what you do t'us, don't you?"
He felt over her tits, nice. "Yeah, should I be sorry?" Her hands were at the neck of the dress, opening it for him. She was cooperative anyway.
She crushed her mouth on his, tongue darting and licking. She squirmed, getting to her knees, still kissing him. He jazzed her lecherously with two fingers, the cunt was sopping. Then she straddled him.
"Please-" she breathed, lips moving on his. "Fuck me, fuck me-please get it in-"
The prick found her without help. She sank down on it with a sigh, impaling herself on it, writhing. Dex felt it slide inside, warm, cozy. He held her thighs, pulling her down on it and she moaned very loud-"Oh, my good God--! "
Dex twined his arms about her, holding her tight about the body. He drove the spike up into her, making the car rock. She lolled her head back, animal noises came from her throat-gasps-moans-"Oh, my Good God--! "
Fred, in the front seat, was leaning over the back feeling her. Dex felt the man's hands on her bouncing fanny. The hands slipped under her, furtive, moist.
She was exploding-berserk with the sensation the thrusting cock drew from her. The car squeaked, and Fred was frigging her agitatedly, leaning over the seat. Dex slowed, panting hard. She was jerking uncontrollably, moaning, gasping for breath. He kept up the friction, feeling round her so smooth buttocks-encountering Fred's busy hands. Fred's finger was in her anus.
Man! She was an armful! Dex laid his head back, getting his breath, the two naked titties bobbed an inch from his lips. Then she slumped into his arms, cuddling him and pushing down on the prong. She could feel it still hard as oak invading her belly. Dex grinned in the murky darkness, feeling her hand stealing down to finger herself. Mary was an armful of wild passion.
"Oh, Jesus Christ," she whispered, "I come like a damn she-goat!" She looked down at him. "You havin' fun?"
"Uh huh!" He closed his hand over hers, she was teasing her clit.
She giggled softly, lips on his. "Gotta keep my motor running-" She licked his lips. "Gee, I don't even know your name."
"Johnny," he said.
"Hi, Johnny," she darted her tongue into his mouth, giggling softly. "That's m'husband, Fred, in the front."
"Glad t'meetcha," Dex said.
"Me too," Fred replied mechanically. He continued to jiggle his wife with his finger.
"Gawd, am I hot," she said, looking around at Fred. "I'm burnin' up."
"Y' wanna drive someplace-then we could get out of the car?"
"Huh uh," Dex said. "I gotta stay here-we're moving out pretty soon."
"Oh come on," she whispered. "I wanna get fucked on the ground-"
"No-can't."
"You're a big shit!"
"I know," Dex said.
"Don't push him," Fred said. "Why don't you lay her on the seat?" She giggled. "Yeah-"
But she held onto him, bouncing up and down over the prick as he tried to lift her off it, giggling foolishly. "Don't take it out--! "
"He'll put it back in again, dammit," Fred said.
"Leave it in and turn me over," she said. Dex growled, "No."
She pushed her titties at his mouth. "Suck me-
Dex rolled her off, yanking his pelvis back so the cock slid out, gleaming wet. She moaned loudly: "Oh, you son of a bitch!"
Dex laughed as she scrambled to get on her back. One leg went up along the back of the rear seat, the other hung on the back of the front. She was spread wide for him. Even in the gloom he could see the wetness of her pussy. "Oh, come on," she pulled at him.
He was surprised when Fred slid over the back of the seat. All three of them were in the back-Fred was grinning toothily. Mary grabbed the cock and pulled him close, Dex felt it go in her. He drove it to the hilt, feeling Fred's hands on his butt.
"Hey!" He looked around as Fred slid behind him. Fred's dong was out and pointing. Mary's arms encircled him, her legs went about him, tentacles holding him, her pussy throbbed. He fucked her busily-then paused. Fred was suddenly humped over his back and he could feel the other's cock sliding up under him. He looked back again.
"Hey, you got ideas?"
"Let 'im do it," Mary said.
"It won't hurt," Fred said huskily.
Dex tightened his sphincter. Fred's delving fingers were rubbing it with a wetness. "Godam-mit, you said I was to fuck a dame-nothing about that-"
"Come on, let 'im do it," Mary urged. She felt around him, manipulating his balls, urging him.
Dex nearly weakened-the idea appealed to him. But there was dough to be made-"Wait a sec. I gotta have more bucks.".
"All right, another five," Fred growled. He pushed at the sphincter. Dex felt it give.
"OK," he breathed. He felt the prong enter him.
Mary chuckled deep in her throat as he laid back on her and thrust busily. Her hands were on her husband. Dex gritted his teeth as the rod oozed in, deeper and easily, feeling as big as a barn. It had been a long time since a guy had reamed him.
They set up a counter motion, in and out. It was crazy, being in the middle. He thrust into her as Fred came out. Then Fred went in as he came out of her. She was squirming and making strange noises, gasping a little. They surged, holding on, panting and stabbing. Dex felt himself beginning to reach a slithering state, foggy and pulsating. He knew himself to be a breath from sudden gratification: "I'm--gonna-shoot it-" he gasped.
Mary lunged forward, holding him even tighter, and her legs tightened. When he erupted, she screamed in his ear, startling him. Fred was humped over his back, gasping and plunging desperately. Dex seemed to fall, floating, fucking her, falling, jabbing-falling-It seemed almost as though he would pass out.
She was moaning loudly, bucking and twisting in a paroxysm; Fred was jabbing wildly, spasmodically. The car swayed and rocked; windows steamed from boiling breath.
He was falling, falling-he was powerless to move his body. Then he opened his eyes and reality flooded back. Mary was twitching, satiated but undulating. Fred was slowly relaxing, his warmth fading, the cock slithering and wrinkling. The orgy was drawing to a stupefying close.
She looked to be asleep. Her face in the dim light was smiling, lips parted, eyes closed.
Fred slid down, collapsing on the floor of the car, sighing and panting. The distant sounds of the main clubhouse came wafting to them. A car started up somewhere; a dog barked. Dex took a breath and wearily got off her, wiping the cock-slipping over the back of the seat to the front. He lay there for a moment then pulled his clothes together.
He looked back, she hadn't moved; but Fred was kissing her softly on the pussy, licking it. Dex got out of the car, breathing the clean air, shaking his head. They were a kinky couple.
He stumbled back to the pick-up truck, his anus throbbed slightly; and near the truck he remembered. Fred had not paid him the five dollars. He said: "Shit" and went on to the truck.