Chapter 5

The music, the noise and the heavy breathing all hit him-it all seemed much too loud. It was like he was in the middle of a goddam football field taking a crap with thousands looking on and sneering at him. He felt even more naked than he was-if that were possible. He tried to look only at her, and move toward the couch, with his prick pointing the way.

The guys were yelling now, as soon as they saw him. He heard some Ahhhhh's. Someone said: "Shit, lookit that cock!"

The little fat guy was staring, his tongue hanging out. Close to the fat guy a pimply-faced guy had scratched himself on the face and blood was running down.

He remembered to smile. Brenda was smiling at him, looking at him and holding out her arms. She was also moving her hips in a crazy, suggestive way. Enough to make a guy blow his load! He kept his eyes on her.

When he reached her-he felt as though he were walking in his sleep-Brenda took his hands and rubbed them on her tits. She looked pleased, so he knew he was doing okay. The guys roared, seeing it, then fell silent-a strange, tense sort of silence. He could hardly feel her breasts-his fingers felt nerveless-but he rolled them around and squeezed them.

Then she was kneeling, sucking his cock. The room suddenly was almost silent. The sound of her lips was actually loud. Dex stared round at the audience, surprised at the silence. He had an impression of round, white faces, hazy, like a scene through heat waves, staring at him. The goosenecked lamps were harsh in his eyes.

Brenda pulled at him, and he began to move his hips a little. He had to keep remembering to smile. It was so easy to forget. He watched the wet cock sliding in and out of her mouth between those red, red lips. He could actually feel the tension of the audience. He began to hear their breathing. Their intense concentration gave him confidence. He slowly began to feel good, standing in front of them with a naked girl licking the forbidden fruit.

He flicked a glance toward Luther and saw the burly man's smile. He was doing okay, then.

When Brenda rose, the crowd seemed to sigh, and a restless shuffle of feet began, some whispering and coughing.

"C'mon," she hissed. She fell onto the couch, legs splayed. Dex dived at her, scrambled between her thighs and she took it in her hand, guiding it to the spot. A hiss went up from the crowd as he thrust it in.

When he began to fuck her the silence returned for long moments. The couch bounced under his thrusting; it was a loud sound, rhythmic squeaking. He remembered to screw her with long strokes. She was giggling lightly. He knew she was enjoying it.

"Where you goin' on yore honey mo oooon?" a voice called. Every guy chuckled or laughed nervously. "Howzit feel, honey?"

Dex was startled when Brenda answered them: "Feels great, baby!"

They laughed. They stamped their feet, coughed and chattered in low voices. Brenda said in his ear: "Harder-"

He began to ram her with long, deep strokes. Her legs kicked up and she giggled loud. The crowd almost instantly settled into silence again. She squealed, grinning at them.

There was a smell in the air, sex, the smell of bodies in a confined place. Dex leaned on his elbows, ducking his face into her neck, screwing her excitedly, deeply. He was conscious of the hush, knew their eyes were on his undulating ass, on her cunt-wide, lecherous eyes.

It was beginning to get to him; her luscious body was responding to every thrust, and he thought she was doing more than acting. It crossed his mind that she liked this sexual fling with an audience. Maybe she got extra kicks that way. There had been guys in the CCC's who went for kinky stuff-more than straight sex. Maybe Brenda was one of them-maybe.

He felt her bite him on the ear. "Now:" she said in an urgent tone. She pulled at him with arms and legs.

Dex grunted. She wanted him to shoot it. He increased his rhythm, at the same time hearing her giggle. She began to squeal to the crowd, "OHhhh! And Ahhhh!" and somehow it excited him to hear her voice. The couch squeaked louder and louder; the guys fell almost silent, the hush was overpowering, a tangible thing.

The gism began to well up-he gasped a little, ramming and bucking hard-and then it came! He heard her shriek. She screamed out and there was an answering moan from the audience. They knew it. They were on their feet, some of them, panting as though they had done the screwing. Dex was surging, in a delirium of wanton energy. He felt it spurting, heard her squeals of pleasure, the hard breathing of the guys-and then it was over!

He bucked, out of tempo, ramming, gasping, scrambling to thrust it again, his back heaving. Brenda was patting him, "Yeh, yeh, yeh!"

Then she pushed him. "Get off," she hissed.

He halted, laying on her for a few seconds, getting his bearings. The guys were shuffling, coughing, some beginning to chatter aloud.

Rising quickly, he pulled the dripping thing out of her, hearing the comments. "Lookit that!" It dribbled over her legs. She put up her hand and he pulled her to her feet. There was an excited yell from the audience-and then he was rushing to the door behind her.

As he slammed the door, they yelled again. It sounded frustrated to him. Brenda tossed him a towel. "Quick, let's get going!"

She was grinning, yanking her panties up, wriggling her hips to fit them. "You were great, baby. You did it just great!"

He pulled on his pants, dong flopping. He felt a little tired. He grinned at her. "I could fuck you all night!"

She giggled. The dress slipped over her head; the door opened and Luther came in, smiling. He slapped Dex on the back.

"Yeah, neighbor, you did real great!"

"Thanks." Dex pulled his shoes on, stood up. The noise from outside was getting louder. They were yelling for the dame to come back, pounding their feet.

"Let's git," Luther said. He took Brenda's arm and hustled her into the corridor. Dex followed, tucking his shirt in. That was over. He'd done it okay. He grinned at Brenda's ass all the way up the stairs.

Luther stopped at a store, bought several sacks full of groceries and a bottle, and they headed the pick-up south that night.

"We made ninety-five bucks," Luther said. "Not bad at all. That little shit, Keno, tried to palm a ten spot, but no trouble."

They passed the bottle around, drinking the bourbon straight. It was raw, not aged long, but whisky.

"Whyn't we charge more?" Dex asked.

"Because we can't get more," Luther said. "We tried it. These here farmers, they haven't got any dough. They try t'give you spuds instead." He laughed. "We filled this pick-up fulla stuff more'n once, sold it somewheres. But I'd rather have the cash."

"Sometimes we can get more in the bigger towns," Brenda said.

"Yeah, an' sometimes we got to give 'em a longer show. You win some an' you lose some."

The whisky made him drousy and Dex nodded, head on his chest. He felt good, booting his load into her, and the whisky topped it off. Her warm thigh rubbed his. That was pleasant.

Luther pulled the pick-up off the road into a rutted side path and rolled to a stop under a clump of dark trees. It was a dark night. Dex stumbled out, leaning stupidly against the truck body. Luther pulled him and led him to the trailer.

"Shoes and pants off, neighbor. You sleep on one side, me in the middle."

He did as he was told and crawled into the bed. In a moment he was asleep.

When he woke it was still night. Opening his eyes, he stared into blackness. It took him a second to adjust. He was in a pick-up truck in the middle of nowhere with two people. He realized Luther was snoring. It was a gentle, motorboat snore.

He was wide awake, not the slightest bit sleepy. He stirred, moved onto his back and looked at them. Brenda was only a blur, her body a lump on the bed. Then she turned her head, a pale oval, and looked toward him.

She whispered: "Can't sleep?"

"No." He wondered what time it was.

"Get up," she whispered.

He slipped out of the bed, not too cold, chilly, but not too cold. What did she mean, get up? He looked at her. It was so goddam dark in the trailer. Her arm seemed to be motioning toward the door. He took his clothes and shoes and slipped out like a burglar.

In the colder air of the outside, he dressed quickly and found a cigarette. As he lit it, she came out of the trailer holding a robe. She slipped it about her and went quickly along the rutted road ahead of the car. He followed, watching her get into the robe and wrap it tightly about her.

When she halted he melted into her arms. "He sleeps awful sound," she breathed. "What time is it?"

He glanced at the lighter sky. "I dunno."

"Must be an hour or so before dawn."

"I guess so." She felt warm. His cock was stirring as it always did when he touched her. "I guess you got to me tonight, baby."

"Yeah?" He felt her warm body, unfastened the robe.

"I'm hot for it," she breathed. "Sometimes I gotta have it-this is one o' the times."

Had she been lying there, wanting to get screwed? He ran his hand up her bare legs, feeling her part them. She sucked in her breath. He felt her fumbling at his fly.

"How we gonna do it?"

"I'll lean on a tree," she whispered. "You get behind me, okay?"

"Yeh." She had his cock out, massaging it hotly. Man! She was hot all right. Didn't Luther give her cock? Her cunt was sopping. When he tickled it she squirmed.

She let go the prick and turned away, scooping up the robe and bending to lean on a tree bole. He was up behind her instantly, feeling down, guiding the prick into her. It slid in greased and warm. He thrust, hearing her soft sigh. She wriggled her fanny.

He smiled in the night, fucking her hard and fast. It was a screwy thing, getting up to boot a girl on a lonely damn road. And a girl who was crazy for it, too. How come Luther didn't give her enough? Luther must be crazy not humping this beautiful piece.

Dex shrugged. Maybe it was just one of those things, might not ever happen again. She just happened to get hot in the snatch-no sense worrying himself about it. Lots of dames got hot in the pussy. And sometimes at the damndest times ... and places. He remembered screwing a girl on a streetcar one night. She had sat on his lap in the back of the car, and he'd worked it into her. They had made it, too.

He pounded her rear end, feeling it with both hands. A lovely chunk of flesh. He fingered her chink, where his cock was reaming in and out, foaming. The lips of her cunt were firm and her little clit was a button. When he touched it she squirmed and made sounds with her lips.

She liked that, so he diddled her at the same time.

And suddenly she came. The orgasm seemed to convulse her. She breathed hard, her body undulated and shuddered. He fucked her hard, as hard as he could drive it in. She was loving it.

She lasted a long time.

When she began to subside, he dragged it out of her and she turned, weakly, and leaned against the tree. He came close, lifting the robe, putting the steel cock at her pussy. Embracing her, he kissed her passionately. She was a sinuous, warm body, holding him fondly, undulating against him with inciting lushness. Her leg went up and he writhed with her, trying to get the prick to enter her. It teased her, making her sigh and wriggle, entering only a few inches.

"You still love him?" he asked with sarcasm.

"Don't talk," she breathed.

"No, I mean-you really love him?"

"Of course I do." Her lips closed over his mouth and her tongue tangled with his. Her mound bucked at the long cock, surging against t. He tried to pick her up, to get the penis into her. She was just a little too short. "Wanna come?" she asked. He nodded. "Uh huh."

She pulled at him, pushing his back against the tree. He heard her soft giggle. "Don't hold back!"

Then she was on her knees in front of him. He stared down, feeling her lips close on the long dong. She laved it, licked it, and he squirmed. She worked her fingers at the base of it and squeezed it with her lips. He began to pant. At the hotel basement she hadn't done it this way. There she had merely pretended to suck it-not like this. Dex clamped down on his lower lip. He was going to have to concentrate on something else to keep from shooting it too soon. She was too goddam expert.

Why was she out here in the night with him instead of getting her gun off in bed with Luther? It bothered him.

She made him really squirm. She was working it like no one ever had. He could see the sparkle in her dark eyes when she looked up at him.

Think of something else-or he'd come in a second.

He was seven years old, and a man had come to the door when he was home alone. The man was selling something, and had pushed his way in, and given him some chocolate. Then the man was down in front of him, opening his pants, licking his cock-why was he thinking of that?

So many years ago. But it had felt so good-and the man had sucked it for what seemed like an hour-Dex sighed. He was gonna come!

It erupted. Brenda knew it was coming-she was expert enough to know all the signs. Her mouth closed over it and accepted the spurting; he jerked uncontrollably, trying to hold onto the tree, spreading his legs wide to keep from falling.

He had to grit his teeth, it was painful, the intense, anguished pleasure. Her lips kept it coming, milking him. He bent over her dark head, panting hard, bucking and writhing, pushing the cock out, wanting her to swallow it balls and all. God! What a woman!

The sensation flooded him; harassing his nerve-ends, making him shudder with stupefied ecstasy. Her soft mouth continued to love the wand, caressing it with tongue and lips, warming it, kissing it, swallowing it. Dex hung on the tree, capable of nothing but tremorous patience. He panted, heavy-lidded in his bliss.

"How you feel now?" she whispered.

"Jesus," he hissed. "You c'n have me!"

She giggled over the cock softly, licking it. "I got you, baby."

"And you c'n have all you want."

She rose to her feet, leaning against him, still holding the prong with her warm hand.

"Gimme a cigarette."

He lit two and put one in her red lips. She smelled of his sex. "I gotta tell you something, baby."

"Yeah?"

She blew smoke and glanced at the dark trailer, a blob in the near distance. "We coulda fucked in bed with him and he wouldn't have woke up. I put some stuff in his coffee."

He blinked at her, not knowing what to say.

"Some sleep drops, you know, not harmful."

"How come?"

"Baby, I get a hankering sometimes, and like I say, you got to me." She squeezed the cock. "You got a lovely one."

"Thanks." He ran his hand over her belly and up between her legs. She giggled slightly as he squirmed a finger into her. She massaged the cock.

"That's not what I was gonna say though."

"What?"

"Luther is jealous as hell of me. That other guy we had. He didn't get hit by no car. Luther caught him with me and hit him with a log."

"And you?" Dex asked. "Me? Well, I love Luther, but I love screwin' even more."