Chapter 6
They reached Swonton in the early afternoon. It was a dusty little place, barely ten thousand souls according to the sign at the edge of town.
Dex took the car to be greased while Luther and Brenda went calling. After the service station finished, he pulled the car and rig out to the street and dozed in the front seat till they returned.
"Okay, we got a deal," Luther said. He lit a cigarette and curled his lip at the main street. "This is a dead town. We're gonna be lucky t'make gas dough to Quincy."
"What's the deal?"
"We'll do it in the back room over at the restaurant. They got a little private bar in there."
"And a couple girls," Brenda said, grinning.
Luther shrugged, "Some old whores with calluses on their pussies."
"What's in Quincy?" Dex asked.
"That's a town," Brenda said. "We were there last year."
"Yeh. Ought to make a couple hundred-we'll stay two, three nights if we can." He slipped the key in the ignition and turned the starter over. "We'll go take a nap and get back here after dark."
Dex smiled. His cock stirred; he was gonna fuck Brenda pretty soon, he looked at her and thought he saw an answering gleam in her eye.
They drove back into town after dark. Luther parked near a cafe and they had dinner in an Italian place with red and white checked table cloths, and wine. Dex rubbed knees with Brenda under the table.
Luther talked about going back to West Virginia and buying land. "-Guess I'm a frustrated farmer-"
"Just gimme dough," Dex said. "I'll find out something t'do with it."
"You'll fuck it up, neighbor, and then you"Ll have nothing. You got to put it into something solid."
Dex looked at Brenda, put it into something solid. Christ! He'd like to put it into her right here, lay her across the fucking table. He needed more diddling than he was getting. The old cock was hard all night some nights. He grunted and let Luther talk.
Brenda pressed her leg to his.
When they went out to the rig it was very dark. The moon was nowhere. The streetlights were few and far between, in the middle of the wide street. When they walked to the car, he grabbed her ass and rubbed it hard. She smiled at him over her shoulder.
Luther drove to the restaurant. It was closed for alterations, a sign said.
"We'll park around back," Luther said. "They'll let the guys in the front."
There was no alley, but a vacant lot with grass and weeds provided a parking spot. They put the pick-up and trailer near the back door of the restaurant. Luther jumped out and walked toward a little guy who came from the door.
"That's Barney," Brenda said. "He's the guy we made the deal with. She smiled at him as he slid his hand over her thighs.
"I'm so fuckin' hot!"
She giggled and reached for it instantly, watching Luther. The two men conferred, heads together near the back door, then went inside. Brenda ripped the zipper down. She picked the cock out and ducked her head. Dex sucked his breath sharply as her mouth closed over it.
She was up quickly, patting the prick and moving away. "Put that thing outa my sight, baby. You'll get me all stewed up!"
"I want to."
"Yeh, I know." She glanced at the back of the building. "I told you, get that thing back in fits hole."
"You got the hole, honey."
She giggled. "Stop that talk! You're gonna have it tonight."
He grunted and stuffed the pecker back, zipping up slowly. He could go all night and half the next day the way he felt now. She was hot for it too, he could tell. He slid his hand across her breasts and bounced them. She looked at the back door, offering no resistance. He fondled them, one after the other and she sighed.
"We can't do anything about it, baby. Whyn't you quit? You're making us both horny!"
"Yeh." He got out of the car and shut the door. Christ, the old pecker was so hard it wouldn't go down. He walked to the end of the trailer and yanked out a cigarette. He lit it and looked down at his pants. The fly jutted out where his hard-on pushed the cloth. Man! He was hard!
Every time he looked at her he twitched in he cock. She was round, and animal-like, and she loved it. No kidding abouttha She really loved it. How come Luther didn't give her enough?
He puffed and tried to blow smoke rings-hard to see in the gloom. Maybe she was one of those dames who never could get satisfied. What did they call them-nymphos.
He could hear Luther returning. Standing still, he pressed on the prick; it was slowly subsiding, didn't stick out like a sore thumb now. Luther came around the pick-up and rummaged in the back for the pad.
"We'll have to use this t'night, Barney hasn't got a couch. Gimme a hand with this phonograph."
"Yeah." Dex hopped up on the side and muscled out the phonograph box. They carried the stuff to the back door and Brenda followed, walking slowly.
Barney was a skinny, pocked creature, slightly stooped, with an evil grin. He kept looking at Brenda, looking as though he'd like to boot her right there; she ignored him. "Where'll we dress?"
"I show you the joint," Barney said. He led through the kitchen, a grease-smelling room with stoves and sinks covered over with tarps. "We're remodelin' the place, take another week or so."
He opened a door and clicked on the light. It was a storeroom, lined with shelves, mostly empty, floored with rough boards. There were no windows; the room was high ceilinged but small, long and narrow.
"Well, it'll do." Luther said, rubbing his chin. "How many guys?"
"Eight 'er nine."
"Jesus! That all!" Luther grunted. "You said a bar, not a storeroom."
Barney shrugged. "Maybe I c'n round up a couple more-you still holdin' at five bucks each?"
"Hell, got to, neighbor."
"I could maybe get more at two 'er three."
"How many more?"
Barney shrugged again. His shrewd eye flicked to Brenda and back. "No tellin'. like to show her off, though-that'd build up the attendance."
"How you goin' to do that."
"Take 'er a couple places, just let the guys look at 'er."
Dex glanced at Brenda. She was unconcerned, expressionless.
Luther looked at his watch. "Won't take long," Barney said. "All right, let's go."
"Hmmm?" Barney hesitated. "I mean alone. Me'n her."
Luther smiled grimly. "No deal, neighbor. I go where she goes."
Barney didn't like it but now he was committed. He let out his breath and led the way out, locking the door behind them. Luther pointed to the rig and Dex nodded. He watched them take off in Barney's car.
Lighting another cigarette, he wandered around the block, looking at the town. They were in a crummy section. The ass-hole end of the burg, rundown and dirty. He leaned against the building. Shit. If he had dough-if he had dough. A woman came along the street, picking her way carefully, the sidewalk was uneven and rutted. He looked at her-she was the only thing to look at anyway. She was thirtyish, dressed in a dark dress with a short coat. When she glanced up he could see in the harsh light of the distant streetlamp that she was well painted.
"Hi," she said unexpectedly. She halted in front of him-he could smell the strong perfume that radiated from her. "You got another one of them?"
"Huh? Yeah." Dex fished out the pack and offered her one. He struck a match and lit it for her. In the spurt of yellow light she didn't look too old-not too bad, in fact. It surprised him.
"Thanks." She smiled. "I'm goin' uptown--tryin' to make a buck."
He grinned back, "the hard way?"
"You said it, honey. On m'back." She puffed the cigarette and looked at him speculatively. "How 'bout it-maybe you're innerested?"
He ran his eye over her figure, she was shorter than Brenda; he compared all dames to Brenda.
"You got a buck, honey?"
"Well. . . "
She stepped closer and her hand cupped his balls and lifted smoothly, weighing them. "Little half-an'-half? I give you a good one, honey."
He shouldn't, not with the fuck-show coming up very soon. He shook his head. "I better not."
"C'mon. You're a cute guy. I let you come in my mouth." She squeezed the cock and it began to rise. Her eyes opened wider, he could see the whites. "Jeez, you got a whopper!"
"That's me, John Bigcock."
She was massaging it now. "Oh, shit, honey!" Before he could stop her she unzipped him, expertly, and had it naked in her hands, both of them. "Shit! That's the biggest cock I ever seen!" She pulled at him. "C'mon, let's get off the street!"
"I tole you..."
She yanked her skirt up and pulled the head of the cock into her crotch. "You want it for nothin', honey?"
"Nothin'? "
Her leg went up. She was trying to stuff the prick into herself. "I don' want no dollar, honey," she whispered hoarsely, "Jus' stick it in me, huh? Stick that fucker in me!"
Dex looked along the street. There were cars coming. He pulled the girl to the end of the building; they went around the side, between the walls, a space of four or five feet. It was dark and weedy underfoot. She clutched his cock desperately, working it in her hand. Sonofa-bitch, she had him hot now. After that diddling with Brenda, he was ready. The girl was hissing her breath, excitedly tugging the prick and pushing herself at it. She almost made him laugh.
"I ain't a real whore, honey-just stick 'at thing in me!"
He lifted her and rammed her back against a wall. Her legs went up, one on either side of him and he felt her hands guide it. He was in her before he realized it. Suddenly warm and deep, in to the hilt-and her giggling and grabbing onto him.
"Oh, Jesus, God! I never had a thing like 'at in me!" She bucked at him: "Fuck it in, honey-c'mon, gimme it-Oh, Jesus, God!"
He closed his eyes and pretended it was Brenda. She couldn't move much, but she writhed like a loose snake. She held on and panted like a goat in heat. He fed it to her hard and deep, long strokes as Luther had taught.
"Oh, my God!" she said, over and over, "Oh, my Gawd!"
He tried to come as soon as possible. And when he spurted-she erupted with him. They almost fell to the ground; he had to spread his legs wide and lean on her. It was a furious moment-and then he could hold her up no longer, and the cock came out. She groaned, and then she was on her knees in front of him, sucking it madly.
It was still hard.
"God," she said, "if my ol' man had a dong like this'n I'd stay home an' fuck m'self silly!" He began to laugh.
She looked up. "Whassmatter with you?"
He lifted her and she instantly drew up her skirt and rubbed the cockhead on herself. She raised her leg and pushed at it, trying to stand on her toes. "Fuck me again!"
He pushed her away and took the prick from her.
"C'mon," she hissed. "You got me hot now, honey-alia cunt you want-c'mon!"
"Beat it," he said, zipping up. He didn't want her. Brenda would be here any minute. But it was funny the way she kept pawing him. Demanding it. He turned and ran the other way, into the darkness. She yelled after him.
He jogged around to the rig and leaned on the front fender, the naked cock still sticking out of his pants. Hard as brass. She'd been a funny one. Asking him for a buck and ending up begging for it. He looked down at the stiffness and pulled out a cigarette. Maybe he did have something there. It was bigger than most. He'd heard that all his life, "Gee, you got a big cock", and maybe he'd just taken it for granted.
Brenda liked it. He lit the cigarette, thinking about her titties. He finished the butt before the cock went down. He put it away, sighing.
They arrived shortly after, and Luther seemed grumpy. "He's a phony," he said when Barney went into the building and turned on a light.
"Eight guys or no show," Brenda said.
"That ain't much," Dex shook his head. "Half split?"
"He wants half," Luther said. "I tole him sixty-forty is the least." He kicked the dirt. "I got a notion t'go on to Quincy."
"Let's see who comes, how many of em," Brenda said. "We need the dough."
"A'right." Luther went inside.
"The little bastard wanted me t'take on guys afterward," Brenda said. "He thinks I'm a goddam floozie."
"Ain't this kinda short notice for the show?"
She nodded. "Yeah. But we never done a show here before. Luther never met this Barney creep, so he didn't know we were coming. Keno tole us to see him."
Dex looked at the building. "This ain't much of a place."
She giggled. "We done shows in worse, baby. We even done'em out in the fields. You got to grab a buck where you can."
"Did Luther get you into this?"
"You mean screwin' for a living?"
"Yeh."
She moved her shoulders. "Yeah. I was in a show, a burleque-I was a stripper and the show was going broke."
"I'd pay to see you!"
She smiled. "It wasn't customers, it was crooked management. Anyway we got stranded and that's when I met Luther. He took me and fed me, and he was strugglin' then. He was selling feed and grain and just makin' enough to buy beans."
Luther came out and motioned. "We got six guys so far, and Barney says there's more."
"How we gonna work it?"
Luther rubbed his chin and picked at a hair. "We'll get 'em all in the room and we'll use the door t'go in and out, put the pad right in front of the door."
Brenda asked, "On the floor?"
"Yeah. There ain't any chairs. The guys'll have to sit on the floor anyway."
"There was only one light," Dex said.
Luther nodded. "So it ain't the Ritz. This ain't the worse hole we been in, eh, honey?"
"Hell no," Brenda said. "And Quincy's comin' up."
"Yeh. Thingsll be better there. I bet we make us a nice little pile. I'm gonna send Slack a letter tellin' him we'll be there. Remind me tomorra, honey."
He went back inside.
"How's your nuts?" Brenda asked.
Dex blinked. She was rough sometimes. "Okay, honey. Still askin' for you."
She giggled and brushed her hand over his fly softly. "We'll do a short one t'night. Bang, bang and get out. These hicks don't expect much."
"But I do."
"Yeah?" She pushed on the fly, digging her fingers into the soft bulge there, stroking it lightly. "Were you really in the jug-jail?"
"Yeah, why not?"
"Just asking."
"I'm a badman." He grinned at her in the gloom.
"What were you in for."
"Robbery."
"Whad you steal, little stuff or big stuff."
"Cars," he said, thinking fast. He had stolen a car.
Luther came out again. "All right, let's go. We got eleven guys, better'n I thought. Five for most, four for two each."
"You got it?" Brenda asked.
Luther patted his pocket. "Sixty-forty." He stopped them in the kitchen, speaking low. Dex could hear the murmur of voices. The guys were all in the storeroom, waiting.
"Lissen, we do a short one." He looked at Dex. "If you don't pop your load, you go when Brenda says. You got that?"
Dex frowned. "How short?"
"No more'n ten minutes."
"You mean after I get in?"
Luther nodded. "Yeh. Brenda'll give 'em a cunt show, then you come in." He looked at her. "Cut the cocksucking. Just fuck and get out. Right?"
"Okay," she nodded.
"I'll put the phonograph in the hall outside the door. When we go, go right to the rig and we'll make tracks. I don't like the looks o'this Barney. I told him what we do-only I told him we go back after we go out the first time. That might slow 'em up."
"What're you expecting?" Dex asked.
"You never know." Luther turned. "C'mon."
Dex followed her, rubbing her butt. Barney appeared at the kitchen door: "Hey, ain't you ready yet?"
"We're comin', " Luther said. "Go tell 'em some jokes."
Brenda stopped at the door. "Let's leave the clothes here, huh?"
Dex said, "Yeh." He began to unbutton his shirt. The guys in the storeroom were gabbing in low voices. Blue cigarette smoke ebbed in the air outside the room.
Luther put the phonograph just outside the door and plugged it in. Somebody yelled, "Where's the broad?"
Barney went down the hall and talked to them.
Brenda was naked in a minute. She shook her hair out, smiling at him. He knew she was excited. The whole prospect excited her-she came over and held onto his naked cock, yanking it.
"Get it harder!"
"It'll be hard." Dex shucked his pants and shoes. He flexed his shoulders, feeling her massaging his manhood.
"That's better," she said with a trace of giggle.
Luther came back. "Okay, you ready? He watched Brenda pulling at the cock. "You all set, Dex?"
"It's hard," she said.
"Yeh, I can see that." Luther turned away. "I'll start the record."
She bent and kissed the end of it. "Keep it that way, baby!" She went down the hall, ass wriggling, glancing back over her naked shoulder, smiling. The record made the announcement, then the music started.
When she jumped into the room with a squeal, the guys yelled out. They laughed, applauded and the room was suddenly noisy with whistles. Dex moved down the hall toward the door, handling his cock, keeping it interested. She must be rotating the gash in their faces.
Luther nodded approvingly. He stood at the door, watching her, glancing at Dex.
He wondered, looking at the husky man, why Luther never seemed to get a hard-on. Any ordinary guy-hell, any guy would be coming in his pants at the things she did. You never got that used to it.
He listened to the men inside. They were quieter now, sort of a hush, but some were talking to themselves under their breaths-" Man, restroom kit that-ohhhh, shit-"
Luther looked toward him and nodded.
Dex swallowed. His butterflies had been under control. Think of anything but going in there to boot her. The cock was like steel-that reassured him. He'd just close his mind, go in and-Luther was jumping for the door. Brenda screamed.
There was a scuffle, someone shouted. Barney came scuttling out of the room, wide-eyed. Dex ran past him, pausing at the door. Luther was on his knees, flailing blows at a lanky man who was prone, atop a screaming Brenda. The guy was trying to fuck her, and Luther was cursing and landing blow after blow. The room was in an uproar.
Most of the men, Dex could see at a glance, were still sitting, wide-eyed at the sudden fight. Chattering and yelling, but taking no part. They stared at him and his nakedness. The music blared on.
The lanky man bucked aside, cringing from Luther's slashing attack. His weenie flopped wetly. Brenda scuttled and Dex helped pull her away: "Get your clothes an' go!" he hissed in her ear.
He grabbed Luther's arm. The big man was furious, red-faced and going after the attacker. He flung Luther around. "Come on!"
Luther blinked, his fist cocked.
The crowd yelled then, seeing Brenda run out. Most of them rose, some shouted to her to come back. One tried to follow and Luther clipped him, roaring.
Dex heard Brenda yell again. He ran down the hall to the kitchen. Barney had her pushed over a sink, one hand holding her head against the wall, the other about her. He was humped over her back, pumping his cock into her as fast as he could go. She was whimpering, hanging onto the sink. His prick was crammed into her ass.
Dex charged, hitting Barney with the side of his hand. The guy screamed and was flung to the floor, crumpling. His hard cock spouted gobs of milky stuff, spraying the floor. Dex kicked his face, nearly slipping on the goo.
He scooped up Brenda: "You okay, honey?" She was scared to death, trembling like a leaf in the wind. He released her; the noise from the storeroom was a steady chattering, and Luther appeared, holding the phonograph. "Let's go, grab your clothes!" He saw Barney and frowned.
"Take 'er out," Dex said. He ran for their clothes and followed Luther. Barney was trying to scramble up, yelling:
"You did'n finish the show!"
Dex kicked him and limped out, running for the rig.
By the time he reached it, Luther had the engine started. He jumped in the door as Brenda held it and the pick-up spurted ahead.
They were both naked, he and Brenda. His cock was still hard as a fencepost.
"The goddam son of a bitch!" Luther grated. He was red and angry. "We shoulda gone on to Quincy-I knew that fucker was no good!"
"He didn't hurt me," Brenda said.
"We lost the pad," Dex looked back. His hand hurt.
"Screw the pad," Luther growled. He looked at them. "Get your duds on."
Brenda's hand had closed around his prick and Dex gritted his teeth. So he didn't get to hump her after all. "I got cheated," he said.
Luther looked at him. "That coulda been a mess."
"He sure helped us get out," Brenda said, "you know that."
Luther nodded. Be took sidestreets through the town. "Yeh, you did okay, Dex. I gotta hand it t'you."
"You gonna leave me up in the fuckin' air?"
Luther sighed. "Shit, you had hard-ons before!"
"Not with all this girl sittin' beside me."
Brenda giggled. She wriggled into her blouse, covering her breasts, still brushing against the hard cock.
Luther was silent for several moments. He turned the rig back on the highway south and drove glumly, hunched over the wheel.
"It'll only take a minute," Brenda almost whispered.
Luther sighed deeply and swung the pick-up off the road. The tires bumped over the uneven ground and rolled to a stop. He remained behind the wheel, staring into the dark windshield.
"Get out'n do it-hurry up!"
She giggled as Dex opened the door. He dropped out onto the ground and turned to catch her. She slammed the door, yanking the blouse off over her head. Gorgeous naked body-pale in the night! He pushed her in a rush against the side of the truck, lifting her, sliding between her legs.
She grabbed his shoulders, hissing at him: "Baby, lemme suck it off!"
He didn't answer, pushing the prong at her--digging it in and ramming it deep. He lifted her thighs and thrust, thrust, thrust. Jesus, that was better! It was a relief just to get it in her.
Her warm breath was on his cheek, her lovely titties cuddled against his chest. He fucked her hotly, violently, the picture of Barney hunched over her back in his mind. She hadn't put up much of a fight. She could have prevented him from getting it in-she wanted it.
"Kiss me!" Her lips sought his, wetly, urgently.
He pumped it to the hilt, jabbing her fast and rubbing her clit, making her squirm. She was an animal, a gorgeous, wanton animal. Her sinuous body craved him; she was voracious, tempestuous, panting and moaning with sheer delight. He knew he made her orgasm. She reveled in it, her spasms fevered him-and he lost his resolve. The driving cock spouted, fountained, and he gasped, ramming her desperately.
They clung together, drenching, naked and still serpentining. They slow-fucked, losing tempo and shuddering in the sweet anguish, kissing deeply. God! He loved this woman!
A car went past on the highway; they were on the field side of the road, no one could see them but he hugged her close. She giggled in his ear, then bit it gently. "That was wonderful!"
He revolved his loins against hers. The cock was still hard. She said, "Mmmmmmm," licking his ear.
"Hey!" yelled Luther.
Brenda sighed. "All right, baby."
"I got a lotta fuck left," Dex said softly.
He felt her nuzzle him, squeeze with her cunt. "Yeah, me too."
"How long's it take?" Luther yelled.
Dex growled. "How'd you know?"
"Shhhh, baby." She covered his lips with her mouth. She fucked him hotly for a moment. "Better take it out!"
He moved back slowly, letting the long cock drag out of her slowly. She sighed deeply; her head went back, he could see her biting her lips. Christ! Someday he had to get her in a bed and keep her there all day and all night. She wanted it as bad as he did.
He watched her dress, pulling on his own pants. She didn't want to-that was plain. She didn't want to go back in that goddam pick-up. Did she really love Luther?
When they got in, Luther started the engine and pulled back on the road without a word. He drove, hunched over the wheel, looking straight ahead. Dex put his head back and slumped down on the seat, feeling her thigh warm against his.
Did he love her or was it just that she fucked better than anyone he had ever known? She was an animal about it. She gave him a hard-on every time he saw her. He tried to sleep but his brain whirled, seeing her, feeling her, knowing she was so close. He dozed.
When he woke the car had stopped. He looked up blearily, rubbing his eyes. They were in a gas station somewhere; it was still night, Brenda was sleeping, her head on his shoulder. Luther was outside, talking to the station guy.
He looked at her, and her eyes opened. She smiled and her hand crept across his thigh and grasped his cock tightly.
"Where're we?"
"I dunno," Dex said. "In a gas station some'ers." .
The guy rattled the gas cap and fed the hose into the tank. Luther came to the window and shook Dex.
"Time to drive, neighbor."
He opened the door and Dex nearly fell out. Luther scooped up Brenda and carried her back to the trailer. Dex staggered off to the can behind the station.