Chapter 5
The scream was what woke Martha. Then she lay in bed pondering her dream.
Then the phone got her out of bed. She shivered because it was William John. Then she shuddered when she heard the story of Martha the night before.
Martha was running true to form. Judy would have to batten her financial hatches and weather the storm.
Work was no better. Benjy came in to see her writing copy that was not up to form. He could see it in the jabbing of her red pencil, her hasty cuts and sighs.
She was extolling the virtues of a car. Under a banner that read "MATCH YOUR CAR TO YOUR INCOME," she added a kicker: "Fool your friends and neighbors."
But the blurb that turned Stayton's lips white held Benjy's eyes with fascination.
"A mobile casino. De Carlo has everything but the roulette wheel. Built-in cocktail bar, beauty bar, and in the glove compartment a loaded revolver with chart to show you where to shoot when you've shot your wad."
He was ready for the next line: "Live Dangerously," when a strangled cry sounded.
"Judy!"
Wearily she looked up into burning eyes, then looked down. "Oh, I gave you the wrong sheet. Here."
Benjy looked over Stayton's shoulder. Not nearly so intriguing, he thought. Many of the same phrases, but adroitly realigned.
The steam went out of Stayton's exasperation in a long sigh. "Someday," he informed her darkly, "one of these trial sheets is going to get away from us."
He left. Benjy remained, looking wistful. "How about lunch?"
Judy was tempted; then she looked again. "Benjy, something tells me you've just spent our son's college funds. What did you buy?"
He expounded on the glories of the fishing craft. She learned they were no longer boats but craft. Also, that Benjy could double his commission on sales once he had customers off on a long weekend.
"I question that," Judy said thoughtfully. "In this business you build a man up; you don't beat him down to sell him. Has the craft a washer and dryer?"
"A what?"
Judy shrugged. "Just looking toward the future. When we lose our home and the creditors are hounding us through the streets, we could sail out beyond the three-mile limit.
"We might be out a long, long time, and you can't wash clothes decently in salt water, by hand."
He gave her a lecture on negative thinking, then brought up the subject of lunch again. When he named the spot she shook her head. That meant he was back down to a place where he had to sign a chit.
And she was in a mood for hamburger, the cheap kind, without trimmings, at the drive-in. Benjy couldn't afford to be caught at the drive-in. Judy could. She had earned the distinction of being eccentric.
"Martha wafted in, near dawn," she reported. "I'm waiting for a call. She may sleep late, but I'm afraid she'll put one through before the bank closes."
Benjy was happy to learn it had been "that Jones fellow" who'd found Martha and deposited her at the orchard house. It was a first step in their plan of marrying her off to him.
"I've never met anyone with as little business sense as Martha," he stated just before he turned away.
And Judy, chin in hand, watched him go. Imagine having two of them in your life: a run-down orchard and a plush fishing craft in the same week.
Judy sat on, awaiting Martha's call.
One o'clock was Judy's normal lunch hour. But there was nothing normal left in this dizzy world.
Edna Morrison came in, sporting a new fur jacket. "Isn't it a love?" she demanded, twirling before Judy. "Oh, and did you hear what Benjy did? Imagine going to that length for a contract. Not that we all won't benefit from the craft."
"Contract?" That was what he'd wanted to tell her.
"But darling, you'll be the one to do copy on the brochure." She left, and idly Judy's pencil began. "Be Crafty. Buy a Kredit Kraft.
"Take your prospects out where they can't walk away from you."
Angrily she threw the pad in the waste dolly, retrieved it and disposed of the top page.
But the pencil went on enumerating the advantages of a fishing craft.
Two o'clock and no call. Mentally Judy added trimmings to the hamburger. If she didn't fare forth now, she'd want a five-course meal and have no time to eat it.
Martha can wait, she decided.
Ah, but Martha wasn't waiting. The house, the orchard, the land were the first assets she'd ever owned completely.
She did climb the hill to find William John, or rather his telephone. She needed to have her station wagon pulled out; above all, she needed an immediate delivery of a truckload of gravel.
Fortunately William John had left his tractor below, but he agreed gravel was a most sensible idea. He didn't look forward to maneuvering the Hubbard cars in and out all winter.
And he had to commend Martha for good thinking. Maybe she wasn't as addlebrained as Judy had indicated.
She looked different. She had black hair, brown eyes, was a bit suntanned and had good color and very sensible clothes. Being a man he didn't realize those clothes cost five times as much as fripperies. Pretty, too.
A little reluctantly he turned over the last of the money Judy had left.
"Until I have my bank affairs straightened out-" Martha told him, and he assumed she meant until her account was transferred.
Martha intended to go to a bank, but not just yet. She sent the station wagon scurrying downhill to the old highway and along it until the first small city appeared.
Of course at a bank she wouldn't have to pay as much interest on what she planned to borrow, but bankers were so weird. The questions they asked were downright personal, and my goodness, how they dug into a person's past.
Not that there was anything wrong with her past, morally speaking. Nor did she owe any really sizable bills either past or present; just a few little ones here and there.
But if she asked to borrow money, would they come out to her orchard and check? Of course they would. The difficulty with bankers was that they had no vision.
They wouldn't be able to see the old house as it would look once she was through with it; nor the orchard, boughs bending under the mammoth crop they would produce this year.
No, they'd want to know about past harvests. They couldn't lift their eyes beyond plain black and white figures.
And as Judy wasn't there to tell her that was why banks remained in business and were safe repositories for any extra money one had saved, Martha went shopping for a quick loan. High interest? Well, what was interest? Just something one paid like, say, a telephone bill; annoying but expected.
She had discussed the matter with her Reno friend and been told there were credit companies that loaned on next season's crops. The money, naturally, had to be used for pruning, ploughing, spraying.
Naturally and in due time. Meanwhile she must have what that nice Mr. Jones called a pressure pump for the well, and see a plumber about decent bathroom and kitchen sinks and, while she was about it, linoleum tile for the kitchen.
She felt very happy about that. A dimwitted woman would have waited. Think of the mess of having a new sink put in after the tile laid. No, her mind was racing rapidly.
Thinking of plumbing made her think of a bath. It would be foolish to spend good money for a motel just to take a bath. She might well spend the night. She'd pick up a few things she'd need, have dinner at that nice spot on the city limits.
She'd be in a brighter frame of mind to talk to a credit company in the morning.
Judy slept fitfully until near dawn.
Then her sleep deepened, and she began to dream.
At first, it was Benjy.
She had walked into his apartment to find him standing naked and erect. With her clothes still on she fell to her knees and licked at his hard cock, sucking the tip and jabbing her tongue into the sperm hole. It made him twitch and quiver with excitement.
"I LOVE YOUR BIG FAT ROD!!!" she cried out, her mouth slathering affection on the sword.
That humming of her cries thrilled him more, the way it tickled at his skin. Benjy scooped up her hair and pushed her down his bulging length.
"Swallow it, baby," he urged. "That's what makes me feel real good!"
She responded by taking it to the hilt and right down her throat. She then sucked off with eagerness, pursing her face like a pussy to then let him back in again.
"That's great, baby," moaned Benjy. "Just suck a little harder."
She worked on him like a bobbing bird, until she had his cock spitting jizm through the air and into her waiting mouth.
Then she got up and followed Benjy to bed.
As they neared the bedroom door Benjy held her up for a moment. "There's something else," he said.
"What is it?"
"I'm not the only one who feels this way about you. There are a couple of. other guys willing to make the same deal."
What a strange conversation, Judy thought. "So what? What's that got to do with right now?"
"Well," Benjy said. "One of them's in the bedroom."
Judy laughed. What was going on?
She pushed open the bedroom door and walked in.
William John was sitting up in bed, naked, aroused, and smiling. His brown hand was wrapped around his incredibly thick cock.
"Been waiting for you a while," he said.
"I must say I've never heard of two more cooperative men," Judy said. "I always thought men were insanely jealous-what's with you two?"
Benjy answered. "There's no point in that," he said. "It's obvious that neither one of us has much of a chance with you. After all, Stayton's got his eye on you, and he's not only your boss, he's a wealthy man. So we got together and figured this was the best possible deal we could work out."
Judy's eyes were on John's thick cock. "God," she said. "Let me get undressed!"
She stripped quickly, as did Benjy. She could hardly wait to get her hands on that thick shaft.
Judy had never felt so aroused in her life. As soon as she was naked, she leapt on the bed, crouched between William John's legs, and gripped his big prick.
She leaned forward and sucked eagerly on the glistening head of his cock. William John held her head in his big powerful hands and talked to her softly as she sucked.
Judy had forgotten all about Benjy.
But he had gotten behind her and was on his knees, working his thick cock between her asscheeks. When she felt that warm thickness penetrating her, she sighed and reached around and tugged open her cheeks.
Her mouth was filled with warm, hard flesh, and as she sucked she felt the hardness pressing into her from behind. She had never been involved with two men before, and she loved it!
She could feel that Benjy was at least halfway in, and his hands were on her hips, gripping tightly.
William John still held her head between his hands as he fed his massive prick into her mouth.
Judy wondered what they must think of her, but she didn't really care. After all, this was their idea, wasn't it? She was merely along for the ride.
And what a ride it was! She groaned with pleasure as Benjy slammed all the way into her. She didn't think that he had it in him, but there he was, giving her the ride of her life!
Judy couldn't hold out any longer. She groaned once again, reached around and felt where Benjy was ramming into her, and began coming so strongly that it seemed like a few minutes passed before she knew where she was.
Now she was lying on her back in the middle of the bed. Benjy and William John were out of the room. When they returned, William John carried in a drink for her.
"You two are great!" Judy said.
William John grinned at her. "You're not so bad yourself," he said.
Benjy sat at the foot of the bed. "I've never felt such pleasure in my life," he said. "I think we should make this a regular thing."
"Of course!" Judy agreed. "I think we should make it more than that-how about making it a permanent thing?"
"I think that's illegal," William John said. "But it's worth considering."
Judy rubbed herself between her legs. William John saw her do it, and he pulled away her hand and replaced it with his mouth.
While he was tonguing her, Benjy stepped to the head of the bed and fed his erect cock into her open, waiting mouth.
Judy found this more pleasurable than anything that had come before.
She couldn't even think because of the hot pleasure coursing through her body.
It didn't matter if what they were doing was considered perverted or anything else. It was good hot pleasure, and that was all that Judy wanted.
As she sucked she reached down and tousled William John's hair, and he raised up and sucked her fingers and then moved forward, his body now between her legs.
She continued sucking Benjy.
Now he was thrusting into her-William John was larger than Benjy was, and his cock seemed to stretch her to the breaking point.
There was no sense to it-it didn't have to make sense-pleasure rarely did. All Judy knew was that this was what was missing from her life, and now that emptiness was filled.
William John was thrusting deeper now, all the way in. She could feel his heavy balls banging into the soft flesh of her backside.
She opened her eyes and saw that Benjy's prick had gotten bigger than ever-it was all she could do to fit it into her mouth.
But what she liked was the two-way action. It had never happened before, but it would certainly happen again. Two were much better than one!
Then she was coming, the heat and the pleasure overwhelming her.
And when both men let go at exactly the same time she felt as if she were drowning in hot, pure cream.
There was one more bit of two-way action she wanted to try, but to do so she had to revive both flagging men. In her mouth she felt Benjy fall flaccid, while William John's big peter hung in a mushy half-erection.
She knew just what she had to do. She laid both men beside her and grabbed their pulsing peckers with either hand .Between them she kneeled, pulling and fondling the fleshy swords for the longest time, giving them their needed rest and comfort then stimulating the two shafts to get rock-hard once again. As they grew she shifted her face from one to the other, licking and nibbling in a warm, wet way.
"All right, you two well-hung studs," she growled. "Now's the time for you to really prove your stuff!"
"How's that?" asked a panting Benjy.
"I want this cock," she said wiggling his steely pecker, "right up inside my hot pussy. And this one," she now wiggled Jones, "is to go in my ass."
Both men responded to her bluntness, stretching their foreskins to the maximum, dying to violate her dually. Of course Judy was breathless from it all.
She lay between them and they made a sexy human sandwich.
Jones crawled up to her ass and just shoved himself in, starting a bout of jabbing that slipped open her sphincter with persistence. The flesh seemed jolted by his thrusts into taking him in. Once inside her, the massiveness of William John's bulging manhood made Judy feel hot and full.
So as the other fat pecker slipped into her juicy honeypot, Judy found herself snapped into wildness. Her body felt torn by the sensation, as if some giant cock were drilling out some huge hole in her whole bottom torso.
The men made it worse by setting up a rhythmic game that was relentless. Jones had to push in and pull out slowly, lest he pain her puckered bum into shutting tight the warm hole he so savored. But after his long ticklish draw out, she then felt a fat stab into her womb from Benjy.
Benjy went quickly, but his size was so immense in her caving womb that Judy wondered if she could take the two in at once. Parallel jabs might just tear her apart.
"OOOOOOOO!!! JUST KEEP FUCKING ME LIKE THAT, YOU MONSTERS!!!" she cried.
They worked her at that rate until her whole bottomside felt like oatmeal. It slushed and tingled, and she almost couldn't tell who was jabbing her when. All she knew was a continual sensation of cock slicing tissue.
She screamed as her orgasmic pleasure came on in never-ending waves. The men just tried to keep her steadily rising.
"OOOOOHHHH YOU FUCKERS!" she yelled. "DO ME GOOOODDDD!!!"
Suddenly she looked up beside her. Yet another rod flashed in her face, begging to be sucked.
It was Slayton, nude as the rest of them, come from out of nowhere. All she could do was suck in the meaty member and add to the decadent frenzy.
Judy felt like the commonest of whores, debased and debauched by three men. She had visions of a whole pool of come spilling from all three to cover her body with warm stickiness.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" she groaned with the fat pecker in her mouth. She writhed her whole body in approval of what the men were doing.
Now Jones and Benjy decided it was time to really attack. On a particularly simmering pull outward, the backdoor man aligned himself with Benjy and they both shoved apart her spongy tissues at once.
A giant cock a foot around was all she could think of. The giant cock drilling up inside her.
She bumped and bucked on the men, and she felt hands all over her, rubbing and grabbing her tits and massaging her puckered cheeks around a fat cock. It was all she could do to stay conscious.
Then the two men in her groin spat cannonballs of steaming sperm into her at the same time. She recoiled and dropped Stayton's hot pecker from her mouth.
"OOOOOHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYY GOOOOODDDDD!!!!" she yelled. "I'M BURNING INSIDE WITH YOUR COME!!!"
Then she gripped Stayton's member and milked while she sucked madly at the bulging head. Soon she felt the twitches as his pearly juices pulsed up his loins and into her mouth.
But after the first shot she pulled off and jerked him off onto her chest. Then she fell off all three men and rolled about on the bed, slathering sticky, burning semen about her body.
Suddenly the men were gone and Martha was there. She was licking at the flat of Judy's stomach, sucking up the sheet of cum juice that covered the downy skin. Then she sucked at her tits, pulling in as much of the gushy globes as she could inside her mouth.
What was more erotic was the way she moved to Judy's puss. This time she did a total chewing rim job that had the fluttering folds heaving with electric shocks.
Then they were all over her again-Martha and the three men. Pricks, lips, and tongues pushed and darted all about her body. She knew not what happened where, but she did know that every erogenous zone she had was being fed by them. Her body went into sexual shock.
Judy awoke in a cold sweat. Below her quim was a wet puddle on the sheet. Her body tingled as if it had been fucked, and wanted it again.
Judy's day at work luckily proceeded with no rude interruptions from her sister. But when she arrived home, the phone was ringing as she walked in the door.
It was William John. First he told her how her crazy sister had ordered a load of gravel dumped in the driveway. Then he explained how he searched around for her, finding Martha's car parked in a nearby motel parking lot, filled with rolls of wallpaper that consumed the whole back of the station wagon.
Judy thought that this was a hell of a way to get William John married off to Martha. By now he must think her a certified loony. Then came the telegram. Martha had been good enough to wire her that she'd be in town the next day. Judy shuddered at the thought.
The whole next day was crazed with her sister around. Then Martha left the apartment and disappeared. By the next morning Judy was worried about her, wondering where she was.
Then William John called one last time. A moving van was at the house ready to unload Martha's things. All they needed was to be paid.