Chapter 4
The last biscuit, being buttered, rolled under the dinette table (immovable, being affixed to the wall) as Benjamin Carr rose in indignation.
"I've tried to sell myself as a husband for two years. Now just why should I expend my talents on a man I've never met? How do I know he'd make you a-"
"Oh, Benjy, not me. In the first place, he wouldn't have me. He holds all people in the advertising game beneath contempt. No, sweet, I was thinking of your idea of marrying Martha off."
"Marrying Martha off." Benjy struck his head on the table trying to retrieve the biscuit. "Off your neck. Hey, that's a top-layer idea. We'll do that. You gave her a good build-up, I imagine."
"Hmmmm," said Judy. "Build-up. I could use a good build-up myself."
Benjy had an idea what she meant, and he felt his cock tingle. But maybe not. He'd been with her many times where she seemed ready to fuck him, but then slyly evaded and ducked the issue.
This time she didn't. Benjy was shocked when she pulled open her blouse and plopped a tit out of her bra and offered it to him.
"Build this up, Benjy. Suck it hard and good."
Benjy came over to her and unleashed all he had ever wanted to do to the woman. As he gobbled at the soft and silky globes, he slipped off her dress and started running his hand along her hot crack. He felt the folded flesh ripple underneath.
"Fuck me Benjy. Let me see your big cock and then put it deep inside me."
Benjy tore off his duds, and Judy grinned when she saw that his growing prick was as good as her fantasy. The flesh stretched as the thing grew to stand straight out from his chest. Two fat balls hung underneath.
Judy dropped down and nuzzled at his hanging sperm sac, sucking each testicle into her mouth and rolling it about like a small egg. Her tongue rubbed at the bumpy skin. He felt his balls twinge and shiver.
She then pasted licks all about his scrotum, coming up to his hilt and tracing a wet swathe around the base of his pole. Benjy groaned.
She lubricated his rod eagerly, then swallowed the rocky sword of flesh into her warm mouth. She sucked with tender felicity, nuzzling and nudging his tool. Benjy felt his groin grow warm with tiny shocks exploding inside him.
Then she fell back and spread her gams, letting him get a good look at her sweaty, heaving hole. Benjy dove into the folds with his tongue, wetting up the mounds of mushy tissue with mixture spittle.
Then he nudged open her lips with his hand and crawled up to fuck her. He slipped the pulsing, long, thick slab of pecker inside her, his hands moving up to uncover and explore her bulging, aching love bud. She rolled her clit like a marble as he thrust in with a jolt. "That's just where I've wanted to get in you for soooo long," moaned Benjy.
"Just get it deep," urged Judy. He thrust on into the comforting, velvety sheath. It slid past his rod with the deftness of a kiss.
"Ooooooooo!!! Fuck me like that!!!" cried Judy.
He slung on into her, rubbing her bud at the same time. She then knocked into an orgasm that pulled his fiery bursts up the shaft and into her heated womb. They groveled together on the floor like two teenagers stealing a fuck. Even though they were both numbed from their orgasms, they fucked on.
Judy loved how his cock stayed hard. She slipped off Benjy and rolled down to suck it again. She licked off her own musky love juices like nectar. She nibbled at him in a way that begged him for more pearls, and by the time he was encased in her warm, swirling mouth he felt the urge build again.
He shot and she sucked, taking it all in and down. They lay there for a while, not talking.
He wanted to ask her. "Judy, why do you stick to this place? It's archaic and inconvenient."
"But what a view."
"The view is nicer at my place, especially if you married me."
Judy slipped it off by changing the subject. "Not now, Benjy, just after our first fuck." They talked about this and that until he left at twelve.
On the edge of deep slumber, Judy thought, My, how he's going to miss me when he marries me. Imagine cutting in on an inspired resume to tell him something must be done about some stopped up drain or silly pipe, or that he'd simply have to talk to the dry cleaner man.
She relaxed and wondered if Mrs. Padroni would teach her to stuff zucchinis after Martha and William John were set up together, and the old gal happy.
The next day she stayed close to the phone, knowing Martha might surprise her by arriving on time. But Martha was already in quite a pickle that Judy didn't know yet, beyond the help of neighbors since the previous night. Martha had a friend in Reno who'd put her up overnight and thus save her motel costs. Wonderful.
But Martha naturally really wanted to see Reno. And having seen, she fingered such money as she had left, enough to buy gasoline to carry her to her beautiful estate. A one-armed bandit thrust its handle right into her view.
Why, it was almost like a good omen. Imagine hitting the jackpot and having enough actual cash to stock groceries before she met Judy. That would be a triumph.
Martha's overnight hostess was beginning to feel she had a permanent guest on her hands before Martha confessed she was down to three copper pennies and couldn't bring herself to wire Judy. Besides, how could she wire on three pennies?
The hostess considered wiring Judy herself, then remembered they were sorority sisters. Firmly she drove with Martha to a service station at dawn.
"Now-" the tank filled to capacity, she handed Martha ten dollars and a box lunch-"you have less than three hundred miles to go. Don't spend a penny of this for anything other than gas. Keep your doors locked. By the way, what did you do with your dogs?"
She'd had to sell them with the kennels, she confessed unhappily. Besides, they shouldn't be asked to stand a change of climate at that season of the year.
"I've drawn a heavy line along the shortest route. Follow it."
Martha saluted happily and drove off, looking a picture of competent pulchritude. She didn't remind her hostess she was driving to her homeland and didn't need a road map.
She ran out of money on her last stop. She ran out of gas in the best possible place: on a freeway well equipped with state patrol cars.
The state patrol telephoned the realtor, and he telephoned William John Jones. It was only two-thirty on a rain-sodden morning.
"Why the heck can't she stay in a motel until daylight?" yawned Jones.
"It's too late to find out now, but from what the cops said, she'd run out of money. I can't make it out there in time to give her a hand when she needs it."
"All I've got to say-" Jones ruminated later, getting into high boots, slicker and rain hat-"Judy certainly knows her Martha."
An apprehensive state patrolman turned Martha and her car over to a county patrol. Unfortunately some two-armed bandits began operating, and an "all cars" call came in.
But Martha had reached the turnoff. Now she proceeded uphill alone, as cheerful as one could be after driving for sixteen hours straight.
She was cheerful right up to the moment something in rain-shiny black darted right out on the road, waving a flashlight.
Martha aimed the car at the object, leaned on the horn and shot forward. The object made a flying leap and landed in a patch of blackberry briars.
Some three hundred feet farther on, Martha slowed.
The object had yelled, "Martha," before it lit.
Could that have been Judy in a black raincoat? Oh, but the voice was that of a man.
"Judy with a cold," decided Martha. She began backing, and the object went back into the briars. They were safer.
"Hold it!" came a roar before she backed across and over the side.
Martha put down her window and looked out. "Dear, you do have a dreadful cold."
"I do not have a cold," Jones informed her.
"Oh, you're not Judy." And the window started back up.
"I wouldn't be Judy for a million," roared William John. "Martha, put that window down. The state patrol sent me out to rescue you."
Well, maybe. But a sheet of glass was some protection, and she felt she needed it. The object, a man, had sort of blond hair, soaking wet. What sane man would be out without a hat in that downpour? (He hadn't been sane since he'd lost his rain hat in the briars.)
And there were bloody gashes on his cheeks.
"Mrs. Hubbard-" my, how he bit off the words-"the road to your place is back about a hundred feet. Then turn to the right."
Should she ask him to show her exactly where and how to get there? No, her friend had warned her about keeping her doors locked. Oh, for a dog to protect her. She wasted a minute or two bemoaning the sale of her Chihauhuas. They could at least yap.
"I'll walk ahead." The voice was weary. "On the side," he added, "and play the flashlight on the road."
Martha nearly went over the side in the blackberries, because the creature had been playing the flashlight there. There, he'd bent over, and now his head had disappeared. Oh, he'd donned what she believed was called a souwester.
Wearily Martha added it up as she eased down an awful road. He'd known her name, both the Martha and the Hubbard. And how could he have known about the state patrol if they hadn't alerted him?
Fortunately she could see neither house nor orchard with any clarity in the storm. Obediently she turned when he flashed a turning. She stopped without orders. The station wagon had stuck in deep mud ruts.
William John Jones had also done some adding and subtracting as he slithered down the side of the road. No wonder Martha had put a sheet of glass between them. She must be practically paralyzed with fear after a man had come out of the dark at her.
"Mrs. Hubbard," he said firmly when the motor's protesting died,' "Judy was here Saturday. She asked me to watch for you. I have firewood ready. If you'll just come out and let me carry your bags to the house."
Well, sitting there being frightened to death was nearly as bad as being killed.
Cautiously she flipped the lock, opened the door, started out and sat down in the mud.
"It's my knees," she informed the man with dignity. "They sort of folded."
"How long have you been driving?"
"Since seven this-I mean yesterday morning." Then she added, "More or less."
"Your knees have probably forgotten they can straighten. If you don't mind, I'll carry you in. No sense both of us catching pneumonia just because we're neighbors."
Neighbors!
There was a high droplight in the kitchen. Jones pulled the string tied to its chain, spotted a chair and deposited his burden.
Then he looked at her. Darn women, anyhow. Just as he'd worked up a first-class hatred, she somehow reminded him of Adonis the day John had broken down and agreed to take him in. All she needed was long ears.
"Coffee," he announced brightly, longed for an electric pot and wondered where he'd plug it in if he had one.
"I tried to pull over on the road and wait until daylight, but the police wouldn't let me." Martha's first words were defensive. "I couldn't go to a motel. I had run out of cash and couldn't cash a check. And oh, my goodness, how can I reach Judy?"
"If you're worrying about groceries, Judy had a neighbor stock up for you. When did you eat last?"
"I carried a box lunch," she informed him, and didn't tell him she'd been starved by ten-thirty the previous morning and, except for a cup of coffee, had had nothing since.
She didn't have to. He caught the message. And this was the woman who'd paid thousands for this run-down orchard. Poor Judy.
Judy had hoped Martha would catch the full impact of this derelict house when she arrived.
Martha found herself warmed, fed rather stale bread toasted in a wood oven, strong, hot coffee, bacon, jam (homemade from Bess Henderson's larder) and more coffee.
Because there were no globes, she was walked through a living room lighted only by a fire Jones had built there and which sent a cozy flickering light.
Old Mr. Cody had liked to read in bed, so there was a bed lamp. Judy's money had provided a new mattress. Bess Henderson had provided linens and blankets until Martha's could be unpacked. The bedroom looked a dream to the exhausted Martha.
"It's nearly daylight," the neighbor man told her. "You have nothing to fear, so sleep late."
She did. When she awakened, only because she was starving again, the storm had blown away. Sunlight, which struck the hollow at the time of the year the fruit trees didn't need it, gilded the view with gold; the gold she would find to show the world she was not a complete fool.
One hundred fifty miles away, Judy was stretching, yawning, and awakening too. Between her thighs it felt wet and sticky, with a certain numbness.
Then she remembered her dream.
She smiled. Her dream life had a certain quality, and had certainly taken a sexy turn these days. Every time she closed her eyes it was a torrid love scene, cocks snapping inside her and sperm flying about. Mouths nibbling warm genitals. Tingling all over.
It was as if she was the star of an X-rated show. What was going on?
She wasn't an inhibited woman, but for her, sexual experiences were occasional treats. But her dream had set her off seducing Benjy. Usually she never said no when she meant yes, and never said yes when she meant no. Now all she seemed to want to say was yes, yes, yes.
Why, all of a sudden, these dreams of every pulsing orifice in her body being wracked by the swords of fine-looking gentlemen? Would this make her vulnerable to these men? These dreams were beauties, real nerve-pinchers.
That was the thing-in her dreams, everything worked perfectly. The men pounded into her like well-oiled machines. She always got more pleasure than in real life.
But now they were real men with real cocks, where before they were faceless composites. She discovered with Benjy that the real thing with these fantasies was awfully nice. Too nice.
When she was younger, her erotic fantasies had her loins plumbed by fat-cocked phantom lovers; blacks, movie stars, athletes; all who seemed forgettable the next day.
The night before she had dreamt of William John.
His cock was something else again. Like that handle of his axe, it almost seemed to grow fatter at the end. His prick was bulbous and reddened as she sucked it. She licked at the big head like a puppy at milk.
In her dream he was quite the stud. It began simply enough, Judy dreaming that she was walking near the hills, far from Martha's new home. She had realized that she was lost, but it didn't concern her much, even though it was getting dark.
The weather was warm and humid, and she looked forward to spending the night alone in the wilds. She clasped her hands to her bosoms and squeezed in anticipation.
But as she walked on she heard voices. Martha and William John. She found them in a clearing, kissing.
"Let's go home," he said, pulling away. She pulled him back. With a swoop he undid his pants and laid out his big sausage. He laughed. "I had to see how horny you really were," he said. Then he took off his clothing.
As soon as he did, Martha was on her knees in front of him, stroking his thick shaft. From her hiding place, Judy could see everything.
He held her by the head and forced her forward. Martha wasn't that keen on sucking his cock, but William John wanted it badly.
She took his shaft in her mouth and he began working his hips, forcing the entire length of his hard prick in. She seemed to be gagging, but she was also enjoying it very much. Judy could tell.
Judy was hot herself. Watching Martha and William John was not nearly as much fun as taking part would be. She walked into the clearing.
"Judy!" Martha exclaimed, standing up quickly. William John was still smiling.
"I'm sorry for the interruption," Judy said. "I was out walking-"
"Get over here," William John said. Judy grinned at him, stripped off her clothing, and knelt in front of him. She took his shaft into her mouth and sucked eagerly.
Martha was laughing softly. She stood next to William John and kissed him on the mouth while his hands fondled her large tits.
Then she exchanged positions with Judy.
Judy wanted to show Martha how to do her thing on that gorgeous, bulging penis that William John had hanging from his crotch.
She started sucking it in by slurping it with her tongue and pursing her wet lips around the skin. She would pull up and wet the whole section, then taking him down even further. His uniquely fat-headed cock filled her throat, and Judy felt she might suffocate.
She wanted to take it in, to show Martha. But Martha had a surprise for her. In between her humid thighs she felt a head crawl, and there below and into her slipped Martha's burning tongue. Judy shivered at the touch, but it felt so damned good that she just sat her steaming slit onto Martha's mouth.
Martha chewed and explored, licking the lady with the passionately soft knowledge that another woman has. The way her tongue slipped around the spongy sheath had Judy rippling with love lightning, and then Martha moved on to her clit.
At the inflamed bud Martha did an expert job, lightly licking, blowing, and kissing it until the thing was a nerve center for her whole body, each lick or bite sending off quakes that rocked her bod.
That also made her wild enough to swallow Jones, and when his fat pecker slipped in her throat she flailed wildly in orgasm. She fell away from the pair heaving, letting Martha take over.
Martha was there first, so she got first choice. She told William John to lie down on his back, which he did. Then she told Judy to sit on his fat prick, facing forward.
Judy-overjoyed that Martha was taking her into account-gripped William John's sturdy member as she climbed atop him and guided it to her cunt.
Then Martha squatted over William John's face, and he held her by the hips as she lowered her hot center onto his mouth.
He tongued Martha's hot cunt while Judy bounced up and down on his firm erection. It was wonderful and when Martha reached out and stroked Judy's lovely tits, Judy felt a fresh wave of pleasure sweep over her.
It couldn't go on for long-it was much too exciting to last.
She felt the sudden throbbing of his prick in her cunt and knew that he was going to shoot. He groaned and Martha wagged her ass in his face just as he poured it to Judy, and his tongue did the trick for Martha and she cried out in sharp pleasure.
And then Judy felt her climax roaring through her loins, the pleasure seemingly doubled because of the unique circumstances of the scene.
William John lay exhausted on the ground. Both Martha and Judy were still quivering and excited. They eyed each other.
Martha spread open her thighs to reveal a slobbering wet cunt with thin little lips and a seemingly huge hole. Her whole groin seemed to be a target of wet pink sheath. It sweated and shone in the moonlight.
Judy didn't really know what to do. She lay back and felt Martha crawl over and start kneading her firm tits. She twisted the nips with her fingers, running the little knobs in between them. Then she did a job on each tit bud with her mouth, not unlike the caresses she'd bestowed minutes ago on Judy's clit. It made her weak and dizzy.
Martha slobbered her way around Judy's chest until it was red and flushed, then traced a trail downward to renew her vaginal and clitoral chewing. Her mouth spun around Judy's groin with adept aim, slicing down the slit but nicking at the clit as she covered the fertile, slitted plain with her dripping tongue.
Suddenly, but two inches over Judy's face was Martha's big, wet hole. Judy looked at the pulsing, pulpy tissues, and suddenly a drop of juice fell into her mouth. The taste was okay.
Judy lifted her mouth to the hole and started to lick it. Meanwhile below her she felt Martha mining deep with her tongue to dig out William John's pearly load. It felt violently and pleasurably wicked and depraved.
Judy liked the feel of Martha's pussy-fat and soft, like pillows heaped together. Her tongue slid down into the womb and plumbed the tastes and depths. It amazed her how sweet it all felt to her tongue.
Martha chewed back at her hungrily, eagerly. It wasn't long before Judy flew around the twist into another giant wave of orgasmic convulsions. This prompted her to latch on tight to Martha's clit and wriggle it fast and furious with her tongue.
"OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! CHEW ME REAL GOOOOOODDD!!!" cried Martha. "RIGHT THERE!!!"
Underneath the squirming thighs of her sister, Judy let out soft, fast whimpers. "OOOO!!! OOOO!!!! OOOO!!!!" She sounded and wiggled like a crazy lady.
Martha's hot breath tickled Judy's ultrasensitized slit. "CHEEEEEWWWWW MEEEEEEEEE!!!!" she groaned.
The two lay there chewing away in a writhing embrace until they felt the boom come down. Martha, the gal on top, suddenly felt something fat and long fall across the crack of her ass. It was William John in all his erect, pulsating glory.
His shaft slipped up and down the crack. Martha felt her bum pucker as he slipped past it. The brownish-pink little flower grew excited.
But Jones took his sweet time, just rushing past the tight passage with a little nudge to soothe and massage the grasping flesh. It worked, and soon the sphincter gaped and undrew as he passed by, and in one slide he just shoved in and buried the fat head of his pecker almost to the ridge.
Getting past that fat, round, fleshy ridge presented a problem. Getting this far was okay, but with the tight dryness of her ass he didn't know how he was ever going to get further.
It was Judy who had a solution. When she looked up to see that bulging peckerhead slapping and sliding above her, all she could do was lick her lips. Now that it lay lodged in Martha's ass, she decided to give them both a thrill.
She moved up and encircled the whole glans with her tongue, splaying aside with wet licks the tight chute and moistening the taut skin of his manhood.
Both parties groaned in appreciation. Martha renewed her vigor at Judy's clit. That made Judy cover the whole back door area with gallons of saliva, and soon William John shoved himself in further.
That got Martha up into sexual heaven. "OOOOHHHHHH!" she cried. "SHOVE THAT FAT THING IN THERE!!!"
Judy crawled out of the way in time to avoid having two flying balls slap her face. Jones jabbed into Martha, forcing the tight flesh to admit his hugeness. She screamed.