Chapter 5
Ashley stretched, then snuggled up against her husband's back, purring like a contented pussy cat and licking his ear.
David rolled over her arms and tweaked her nipple. "Good morning," he said softly.
"Good morning, darling," she replied. "So, how did you like fucking a woman old enough to be your mother?"
"She isn't quite that old, but whatever her age, she's a mighty fine piece of ass. Come to think of it, though, she's old enough to be your mother."
"Is that what you were imagining last night, that you were fucking a mother and daughter?"
"Yeah, the thought entered my mind a few times."
"You're kinky," she laughed. "Next time, I'd like to find a girl to play with, a young woman about eighteen or so, who doesn't have much sexual experience. Maybe even one who would live with us for a while. We could have so much fun teaching her. Is that okay with you?"
"Now, who's kinky? How will you go about finding one? We can't just accost girls on the street and ask them."
"I could run a discreet little ad in the college newspaper and see what we turn up."
"Well, living in a town that has a public and a private college does have its advantages," he replied. "Try the private college first." He threw back the covers and got up. "The automatic coffee maker ought to be coming on about now, so I've got time for a quick shower."
"Not if you keep using words that turn me on," she laughed.
"What did I say that turns you on?"
She kicked off the covers and spread her legs and ran her hand over her pussy. "Cum, darling. You know how I get when I hear that word. Stick you cock in my mouth and let me get it hard so you can fuck me."
"Give me a break, sweetheart, I'm not Superman. You could suck on it all day, and it wouldn't get hard."
"It felt like a bar of steel every time I touched it last night."
"That was last night, and I had to rise to the occasion. Besides, you know I get pretty excited when you make it with another girl. If you want to cum this morning, you'll have to do it yourself."
Ashley slid the tip of her fuck finger into her slit and started rubbing her clit. "Well, okay, but that thing better get hard tonight!"
A few minutes later, David stuck his head in the bedroom door and waited until Ashley stopped thrashing around on the bed in the throes of orgasm.
"Watching you cum is such a pretty sight," he said.
"Did it make your cock hard?"
He shook his head. "Afraid it will take more than that, sweetheart. We're out of milk. I'll run down to the convenience store and get a bottle. Be back in a few minutes."
"When you get back, will you let me suck your cock?" She gave him a coquettish smile and licked her lips lewdly. "Just to see if you're wrong about it getting hard?"
He shook his head again. "You don't ever give up, do you?"
"Not as long as I can draw a breath," she said blithely.
As David entered the parking lot at the convenience store, a doodle bug raced backward out of a parking space and slammed into the side of his Bronco. He jumped out and ran around to see if the driver was okay, and came face to face with an irate girl wearing torn jeans, a denim shirt and scuffed cowboy boots. Her long blonde hair looked as if it hadn't been combed in days, there was a large smudge on her left cheek, and a dark, wet stain on the front of her shirt and in the crotch of her pants.
"You clumsy ass-hole," she snarled, fixing him with an icy glare, "look what you did to my car!"
He held his hands up, palms out in a gesture of peace, and said, "Whoa, girl, you backed into me. You're supposed to look where you're going."
The look in her brown eyes changed from icy cold to white hot. "Well, you shouldn't have been behind me! You smashed in the back of my car and made me spill my coffee all over the place."
"Are you more worried about the coffee or your car?"
"I spent my last dollar for coffee and a roll, damn it. Look at my car, the back is all mashed in, and your car isn't even dented."
"Technically, a Bronco is a truck, not a car, and you ruined the running board."
"Big hairy deal," she spat. I'm going to call the cops and have you arrested."
"This is a private parking lot," David said patiently, as if explaining to a toddler why the sky is blue. "We have to settle the matter between us. We'll exchange information and let the insurance companies take care of everything."
The girl hesitated and dropped her eyes. "I don't have insurance," she said meekly.
"And you wanted to call the cops? Don't you know they would give you a ticket for driving without insurance, and for backing into me?"
She straightened up to her full height of five feet, four inches and tried to look tough and frightening. "Well, when I get angry, I don't think straight."
"Okay, I'll take care of my damage, and I'll even throw in another cup of coffee. Give me your name and address in case I have to contact you."
"My name is Laura Meisner. I don't have an address. I just got into town two days ago."
"And you don't have a place to stay? Where have you been sleeping?"
Laura pointed to her car.
"I see," David said. "Are you a runaway?"
"I'm eighteen," she said indignantly, "and I can leave home if I want to."
"Even if you don't have any money or a place to stay. Do you have a job?"
Laura shook her head, and David made a quick decision. He couldn't just walk away and leave her destitute and on the street. Even in medium-size towns, pretty young females weren't safe living on the street. And she was very pretty, no doubt about that, even with the smudge on her cheek and her stringy hair. Ashley was a sucker for strays, human or animal, and would take care of the girl. After they fed her and got her cleaned up, they could figure out what to do with her.
"Okay," he said, "I'll tell you what, you come home with me and have breakfast. Oh, don't look at me like that. My name is David Parker and I'm a married man, not some weirdo who preys on helpless girls. My wife's name is Ashley, and she's fixing breakfast right now." At least he hoped she was, and not still lying in bed playing with her pussy. "I was on my way to get a bottle of milk when you backed into me."
"You were in my way," Laura mumbled.
"Have it your way," he said with a big grin. "Do you want to come home with me and have a nice breakfast or not?"
"How do I know you're not a pervert, and you're just making it up about having a wife?"
"There's a phone in the Bronco. I'll give you the number and you can call and see for yourself."
Laura looked at the huge coffee stain on her clothes. "Do you think I could wash my clothes?"
"Ashley will be glad to help you. You can even take a bath and maybe take a nap after you eat."
Every thing sounded too good to be true, but Laura had reached the point of desperation and her growling stomach overrode her innate caution. "What about my car?"
"You can still drive it," David replied. "Give me a minute to get a bottle of milk, then you can follow me."