Chapter 9

It didn't take sixteen years of being married before Edith Fenwick found out her husband was also married to the company he worked for. She learned early on that the company was number one in his life and she went along for the ride. When the boss said, "We have a problem in Brazil. Go down there for three weeks and straighten it out," he went.

One could imagine what that did for her, a thirty-year-old woman with a hot pussy that needed a stiff prick in it every night. Did she go the whole three weeks without getting laid? She did not. She didn't go three nights without having her needs taken care of. In fact, the second night after her husband had left, she was gloriously fucked all night long, and every night after that. Not to mention an hour-long fuck in the morning, before she got out of bed. Every time she stepped into the shower stall, she was fucked standing up, or bending over. Because she liked to go around the house naked in front of her young lover, she was constantly being screwed on the couch in the living room, on top of the kitchen table, and while leaning over the washer while she was doing the laundry.

Several times she got laid on the hood of her car, after she had parked it and closed the garage door. Just for the hell of it, her young lover fucked her one night on the lawn in her backyard, under the light of a full moon. It was very romantic.

How that all came about was, the day after her husband had gone, she got a long distance call from her Aunt Clara, who was Jimmie's mother. Aunt Clara told her that Jimmie, who was his sister Brenda's business manager and booking agent, was going to be in town for two weeks, attending to business. She said that rather than him staying in a hotel room all that time, he would prefer to visit with her, if it was convenient for her to have him. Edith was delighted and told Aunt Clara so. She didn't mention that she was all alone and she had high hopes that she and that sexy young stud would have some wonderful dmes together. Especially at night.

Jimmie arrived the next day and was soon settled into the guest room across the hall from her bedroom.

She was a little shocked with herself at how easily she got a case of the hots for that handsome cousin of hers. She started right in to make him feel welcome in her home. She let him know right away She was a lady with a warm, loving nature, who couldn't help expressing her affection for someone she liked. She did that by hugging and kissing him on the slightest pretext. If he took the garbage out for her, she rewarded him by putting her arms about his neck and laying a hot, sexy kiss on him while pressing her full, round tits against his chest and rubbing her pubic mound up and down on the hard bulge in the front of his pants.

Jimmie was no bumbling innocent where women were concerned. He'd learned a thing or two from his sister Brenda and from Cathy and Frieda, not to mention a number of other hot-cunted women. He could tell when a lady's pussy had an itch that needed looking after.

He had good reason to believe he wasn't going to spend two weeks visiting his cousin Edith by staying in the guest room at night all by himself. No sir, he was going to jump into bed with his cousin and show her he had something long, thick and hard that could entertain her all night long. He figured out right away that that was what Edith expected of him, to earn his room and board by keeping her pussy soothed and satisfied.

The next morning, Saturday, was when it really got started. Edith got out of bed, showered, and went down to the kitchen wearing her negligee with nothing under it. After Jimmie had taken his shower, he came down to breakfast in just his pajama bottoms.

She sat across from him and they chatted easily. She sneakily allowed the front of her negligee to come open, so he could get a good look at her boobs. He stared at them like he wanted to climb over the table to get his mouth on them. She found excuses to get up from the table, like making more toast and refilling his coffee cup. As she moved about the kitchen, she knew he was getting exciting glimpses of her pussy. She was delighted with the expression she saw on his face.

That horny stud was as hot for her cunt as he was for her jugs.

Breakfast over, she led him to the couch in the living room, where she seated herself beside him. She began to discuss how happy she was to have him there with her. It wasn't long until they were on a subject of a very intimate nature, his need for pussy and her need for his cock.

"I know a strong, healthy young man like you needs a lot of pussy," she told him between kisses. "But I'd be very upset if you felt you had to go out at night looking for it, when it's so easily available right here at home."

"You would? It is?"

"I'd feel terribly hurt if you went out at night and fucked some girl while I was here alone, feeling aroused and wishing I was the one you were doing it to," She went on, and kissed him again.

"Really?"

"It would be tragic if you didn't feel free to come to me and let me know when you want that kind of action."

"Are you saying you'd like to do that with me?" Jimmie asked, his hand sneaking onto one of her tits.

"Why not? You know I'd enjoy it. And you might find you'll enjoy it a lot more with me than with any woman you happen to meet here in town."

"But you're a married woman.. .and my mother's niece," he said. He wasn't protesting. He was teasing her, and she knew it.

"That's the nice part about it," Edith pointed out.

"Who would ever know? Who would ever guess you were having a much better time with your cousin, here in my home where no one can possibly know what's going on."

"Gosh...."

"And you wouldn't have to sleep in the guest room anymore either. You could be in bed with me every night."

She didn't look at him while she was talking like that. She couldn't take her eyes away from the bulge in the front of his pajama bottoms. She couldn't resist putting her hand on it and giving it a squeeze. It was as solid as a bone.

Her message to him was crystal clear and he picked up on it right away. The only thing that had made him behave himself when he was alone with her up to that point was not knowing what her reaction would be if he made a try for her goodies. Now that she'd let him know she wanted his cock, he didn't mind letting her know he wanted her pussy. He had no qualms whatever about fucking his cousin. Hell, hadn't he been sleeping with and screwing Brenda, who was his sister?

While they kissed, he slipped his hand inside her negligee and fondled her bare boobs.

Smiling at him, she pulled her negligee open, exposing her tits fully. "Would you like to kiss them?" She invited. "And lick them all over? And suck on the nipples?"

He was all over them, kissing and licking, his mouth pulling on the nipples like he expected to get nourishment from them. While he devoured them, he reached into her negligee again, lower down. She let out a little cry of delight when she felt his hand on her pussy. She spread her legs wide, because she wasted his exploring fingers to have easy access to her twat. She reached into the gap in the front of his pajama bottoms and hauled out his awesome boner. Her wildest wish had come true. From the moment he'd walked in the door and set his suitcase down, she'd wanted to get a hold of that monstrous length of meat and now she was holding it, playfully stroking it.

Moments later, she lost control and sailed off into orgasm. It was the most intense one she'd ever experienced. She'd never gotten off like that with her husband. She'd have bounced right off the couch if Jimmie hadn't been holding her down with his face on her fits and his hand on her cunt.

When she was finally able to speak, she said, "There's no need for us to be up this early. Let's go back to bed.. .together."

In her bedroom by the side of her bed, Jimmie watched as she shrugged off her negligee and it bunched up around her feet. He stared excitedly at her goodies while he pushed his pajama bottoms down to his ankles and stepped out of them. She gazed for a long moment at that awesome cock sticking out from his groin. It was aimed right at her and she could tell it meant business. The sight of it sent such intense thrills through her she thought she might swoon, so she quickly got onto the bed. Jimmie was right behind her, playfully kissing her naked buttocks.

As soon as they were on the bed together, both of them naked, she spread her legs and he crawled between them. He teased her twat by rubbing the head of his dick back and forth along the moist lips. He did that until she pleaded with him to stop fooling around and shove it in there.

"Do it, darling," She whispered in his ear as she wriggled around beneath him, feeling that boner touching her pussy. "Give me your lovely big long cock. Slide it up in there, so I can show my cousin how good I can make it for him when he's screwing me."

When at last she felt that long thick shaft spread her pussy lips apart and enter her cunthole, she moaned excitedly and wrapped her legs about him, her heels digging into his humping butt. It was the most heavenly sensation a loving woman could ever experience. What joy it was to feel his awesome prick as it moved back and forth in her hot pussy.

"Ohhh, so nice...." Jimmie groaned.

"Yes, darling," she purred. "It's wonderful, being joined together like this. We're going to experience such intense pleasure from now on, when we're in bed together."

She started climaxing when she felt his deeply buried prick buck and jerk, then spew out its load of cream. His face was pressed onto one of her tits, the nipple thrust into his mouth, and he held her firmly by the cheeks of her ass while he pounded it to her. Her arms and legs were wrapped tightly about him and together they made the bed shake.

When it was over, they rested, but not for long. He fucked her a second time and then a third. They stayed there on the bed all day, fucking like a pair of newlyweds on their honeymoon.

During one of their brief rests, about mid-afternoon, he grinned at her and said, "I've been missing out on a lot. Doing it with my cousin is where it's at."

Edith chuckled and said, "Sure, a young man should always put his family first."

"That's right," he agreed. "The family that plays together, stays together."

"Now you're talking," she said. "I know now what you like and for the next two weeks, you're going to get plenty of it!"

The crowd roared, waving their beer mugs and stomping their feet. The two naked female figures, Brenda and Gorgeous Headlock, barely identifiable as such, struggled furiously in the square, ring-sized, mud-filled pit. A third woman, Cathy, was naked except for a white tank top that identified her as the referee. She circled around the other two, only slightly less mud-spattered.

In a corner of the pit, standing just outside it, was a customer volunteer holding a hose with slowly running water, which he used on the mud wrestlers whenever they came close enough, rinsing them off in strategic places so that their charms would be revealed to the customers.

Most of the customers were wearing jeans and boots, and either baseball type caps or straw cowboy hats. In this state where even prostitution was legal, nude mud wrestling was a bar attraction which, if not standard, was nevertheless a casually accepted form of entertainment.

By plan or coincidence, the two wrestlers rolled into the hose man's comer. The crowd oohed and aahed as the water splashed on the writhing bodies, washing clean big, bouncy boobs, deep navels and flaring hips. Then, for good measure, the stream from the hose hit the referee, plastering her now wet tank top to her otherwise nude body. It stayed on her as she got down on all fours with her ass in the air. Her cunt and bumhole were clearly revealed.

"One, two-" she counted.

Suddenly, one of the grapplers, Brenda, was flung on top of her. She and Cathy were once again covered with mud. As they slipped and slid, trying to get up to recover their balance, Brenda stood up, mooning the side of the audience nearest the hose.

The hose man was quick to take advantage so that her pussy and asshole were suddenly clean and inches from the leering faces of the aroused audience.

"Hey, Fred," someone yelled. "You gonna match moustaches with her?"

"You think I won't?" Fred, a large man with a moustache and beard shouted back, eyes glued to the sight before him.

"Five says he won't!"

"You're on and you lose!" Fred replied.

Thrusting his head forward, his tongue licked over Brenda's cunt, his task made easier by her spreading her cheeks with her hands.

"Okay, Fred, you win. Enough already. Have a snack, not a meal!"

Everyone laughed, including Brenda. This was the weekend crowd and the saloon was packed.

Fred and the others near him were suddenly splashed with mud, as Gorgeous tackled Brenda and she went down hard, sending the mud spattering in large globs.

The hose man was right on them again. Then, quickly, Brenda was on top of Gorgeous, eating her freshly washed pussy, even as her own clean crotch was settling comfortably over her opponent's face.

They writhed in voluptuous pleasure as the referee got down, with crotch provocatively exposed, and counted loudly, "One! Two! Three!"

When Brenda and Gorgeous continued to eat each other, ignoring Cathy, she tapped Brenda on the shoulder and said, "Okay, it's over!"

Brenda looked up from her work of pleasure just long enough to say, "No it isn't. We're just getting started!"

The crowd laughed and whistled. Brenda went back to what she was doing.

Beneath her, Gorgeous said, "Ah! Ah! Aaah!" in a theatrical manner.

They got up and bowed, the three of them, allowing the hose man to do his thing. Then they trotted back through the thick throng to the dressing room, the crowd helping itself to handfuls of tits and ass.

"Phone call for you, Brenda," the security man said.

"Thank you, Jake. Can you transfer it to the dressing room."

"Sure."

Brenda ran after the other two as the phone began ringing in the dressing room. "I'll get it."

She picked up the phone, leaning her bare ass cheeks against the vanity.

"Hello?. . .Oh, Rouel.. . . Really? That's nice. I'm happy for you.. .No, don't tell me. I don't want to know how much. I'm sure it's a lot.. . . Rouel, listen to me.. .yes, yes, I know.. . . Rouel, do us a big favor, will you. Give this thing a couple of weeks. Then call me and tell me what's going on.. . . No, but there will be . . .I know you, Rouel.. . . Yes. Okay.. . . All right.. . . Good-bye."

"Him again?" Gorgeous asked.

"Yeah. What can I say? The man is in love."

"That's not a man, that's a monster," Gorgeous said with bitterness in her voice.

"Okay, then," Brenda chuckled. "The monster is in love."

"You wouldn't actually marry that creep, would you?" Gorgeous asked.

"For that kind of money? You tell me."

"You don't think you'll get your hands on it, do you?" Gorgeous asked.

"Hmmmm, you've got a point there," Brenda agreed.

"Nice to see that love hasn't made you blind."

"Hey, I'm not the one in love. He is."

"Words can't express how much I hate that rotten son-of-a-bitch after what he did to me," Gorgeous fumed.

"I may still go for it" Brenda said. "Uh-huh."

"So he's a snake. Right, Cathy?"

"Hey, don't look for an opinion from me," Cathy said as she stripped off her tank top. "All I know about him is that I don't want to know him. From what I hear, he's nobody a girl should try to get close to. I've been told that plenty of women consider him bad news."

Brenda chuckled. "I appreciate you not wanting to give me your opinion."

"She's right," Gorgeous said. "He hasn't had her pussy. That makes her smarter than both of us."

"That's true," Brenda agreed.

As they stood under the spray, crowded together under the single shower head, there was a closeness of more than fondling each other's tits and fingering one another's cunt.

They had come west together, virtual fugitives from their previous lives, to take up the sleazy but well-paid profession of exhibitionism.

But there was a peacefulness to this existence, a lack of hassle. They kept in touch with their friends back east, Frieda, Danner and some others.

Brenda's brother Jimmie came west with them, to look after them. He did that by handling their bookings and investing their income for them. He had the Midas touch when it came to taking their money and putting it in places where it increased considerably. Sometimes it even doubled. Gorgeous was a new piece of ass for him. She was as thrilled by what he did when he was in bed with her, as she was at the way he handled her finances. The four of them, five counting Frieda back east, were quite well off.

As they dried themselves and fixed their hair, Brenda said, "What do we want to do this evening?"

"How about we try our hand at the slots?" Cathy suggested.

"Sure," Gorgeous agreed. "If we win, fine. If we're losing, let's stop at fifty. No sense throwing it away when Jimmie is doing his bit to make it for us."

Brenda laughed. "He'd be horrified if he knew we were feeding those one-armed bandits. He says they're sucker bait and I guess he's right."

"That guy won't spend a nickel unless it gives back a dime," Gorgeous said. "Isn't he wonderful?"

As they left together, Gorgeous put her arm around Brenda, because she was hot for her. like she was hot for Brenda's brother Jimmie. They were both wonderful to jump into bed with.

Brenda, concerned about Gorgeous and not a little fascinated by the big blonde's voluptuous body, had called her as soon as she was able after their fight, courtesy of Rouel Blain.

They had gotten into bed together. And then Brenda's brother Jimmie began fucking her. They'd been together ever since, for the past eight weeks.

And Cathy, unable to bear the thought of no longer being able to roll around in bed with Brenda and Jimmie, quickly resigned from the team and came with them. The four of them took an apartment together and did everything together.

Dressed now in their familiar tank tops, short shorts and high heels, the three of them walked out the back door of the saloon and into the night.

"Hey, babes, where you headed?"

The girls stopped, peering into the shadows of the alley.

"Get behind us, Cathy," Gorgeous said quietly. Brenda and I will handle this."

Cathy stepped behind the other two as they faced the shadows, where the voice had come from.

"We been waitin' for ya."

Whoever it was, was not alone.

"Come out where we can see you," Brenda said.

As they came into view, Brenda and Gorgeous found it hard to believe. Two naked men, big, muscular hulks, emerged from the shadows. Black, hood-like masks concealed their faces. Their cocks were erect.

"Do you believe this shit?" Brenda asked.

"I see it, but it's hard to keep from laughing," Gorgeous replied. "I think they've been reading too many comic books."

"Why?" Brenda asked the men.

They didn't answer. Instead, they walked up to Brenda and Gorgeous.

Smack! Smack!

Brenda and Gorgeous each got a hard slap across the face. They didn't get a chance to do it a second time. They doubled up as Brenda and Gorgeous fought back and successfully put the guys out of commission.

All was quiet as Brenda and Gorgeous looked down at them.

"But why?" Cathy asked.

"Why indeed?" Brenda echoed.

"Where are their clothes?" Gorgeous asked. "They can't be far away."

They looked around and didn't see them. "Wait.. . that car parked over there-" Brenda said.

They ran a short way along the alley and opened the car door. The clothes were there, in two neat piles on the front seat. Brenda pulled a wallet from each pair of pants. When they came back under the exit light of the saloon, she handed one to Gorgeous while she rifled through the other one.

"New Jersey driver's license," Brenda said.

"Same here," Gorgeous echoed.

Tossing the billfolds into the nearby dumpster, Brenda said, "I might have known.

"Rouel Blain?"

"Right. He sent these two mugs."

"I told you he was a no-good son-of-a-bitch," Gorgeous said. "What was his idea in this?"

"He wants to show me it's a rough world out here."

"It is when he sends his goons here."

"Why would he do that?" Cathy asked.

"He's a man who knows what he wants and will go to any length to get it," Brenda told her.

"I thought you said he was in love with you," Gorgeous said, glancing at the two forms lying motionless on the ground.

"He is," Brenda replied. "You think he'd go to all this trouble if he didn't care?"

"I hope no one like him ever falls in love with me," Cathy shuddered. "Couldn't he have just sent flowers?" Brenda and Gorgeous laughed.

When the two men began to stir, Brenda said, "We're going to get you guys some help."

"Why do that?" Gorgeous asked. "Why not let the bastards crawl to a phone themselves?"

"They're hired help for the same guy we worked for," Brenda told her. "I just want to help out our fellow former employees."

"Yeah," Gorgeous said. "A real nice fellow you work for, huh guys?"

"I got nothin to say," one holding his stomach said.

"Oh, yes you do, you stupid asshole," Brenda said, bending down so that he could not help but hear her. "This was a mugging, got it? You give the police your fullest cooperation, except you say it was a gang. You got that?"

"Yeah, yeah, I got it," the man gasped. "Now get the fuck out of here and get that help."

"Give me those stupid hoods and I'll throw them in the dumpster," Brenda said. "You won't be able to tell the police anything with those things on."

Gorgeous yanked them off both men and disposed of them. When she turned from the dumpster, she said to them, "Tell your boss to send two men with bigger cocks next time."

"Shall we go, girls?" Brenda asked.

"If you're sure they will be all right," Gorgeous said with an impish smile.

The three of them laughed as they walked off into the night.