I was driving my Buick Deuce Deuce Five Convertible at a full sixty down the
windy Highway 66, heading east. My girlfriend Terry was frigging herself in
the front seat. I drove one handed, sipping a bottle of Cold Creek water with
the other. My dick was crumpled up in my pants; I wanted to fuck the shit out
of her. We had 90 miles to go. I could pull over, of course, but I wanted a
bed.
“My butt itches,” Terry complained. “And it’s too windy.”
I said “Your butt always itches, little girl. I’ll put the top up.”
I pulled over to the roadside and she got out to rummage in the back seat while
I waited for the convertible top to come up and lock. Terry came back with her
shoulder bag. I put up the windows except for mine which I left open about a
third.
“Pull my cock out,” I told her. She unzipped me and held it in her left hand.
She cooed. Terry loves my cock.
“Can I put my plug in?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m gonna fuck myself with this til we get there,” Terry assured me, drawing
out a butt plug/vibrator from her satchel.
“There” was the Sun Canyon Motel, about eighty miles ahead, at the foot of the
Diablo a Pica mountains. I took Terry to various motels on weekends, this one
was one of our favorites.
“Good idea, baby,” I said with a smile. “Better lay down a towel.”
My little lover half stood up while setting out the towel and getting off her
panties, then she slowly squirmed herself down on the battery driven plug,
moaning and snorting at its progress. “It’s going in, Steve. It goes in
pretty easy now, huh? No wonder my butt itches!” Thank god for smoked
windows.
“Someday your cunt’s going itch like that too,” I told her, looking down at her
crotch, savoring that hairless pink morsel that I had so far managed to deny
myself.
“Oh, Steve!” she complained, “You keep teasing me about it but you never do it!
One of these days…..”
“One of these days what?”
“Well, if you won’t, then maybe I’ll get someone else who will, that’s what!”
She giggled. We both knew she wouldn’t fuck around with another guy, she was
too stuck on me. Though we’d only known each other for six months we were for
all intents and purposes a couple. One of my former girlfriends told me at
lunch recently that Terry and I were so good together we acted like husband and
wife. Basically, she ate my dick and I fucked her ass, plus I chewed those
tiny little bumps on her chest. What a fuck.
For the next hour and a half I drove and she told me about her butt. On and
on. “My butt needs big cocks.” “I’ve got a round one, don’t I Steve?”
“Steve, what do you think? Did God invent the butt first or the cock?”
“Ooooo, Steve! I’m cumming in my butt now, can you smell it?”
She had the damn vibrator on so high it was driving her nuts. Once when I
passed on the left she rolled her window down and screamed at this old woman in
a 92 Sundance “I’ve got a plug up my ass bitch!”
Of course, she still lived at home, with her alcoholic stripper of a mother,
but she spent many nights at my place. I have to thank Gena, Terry’s mother,
for the fact we’re together, because I first met Terry at Gena’s dance club,
when I went backstage to give Gena a large tip and see if I could arrange a
screw with her. She’d done a particularly bodacious table dance for me and I
wanted to put my cock in her.
Well, Terry was there with her, and I was speechless when I first saw her. She
was just so incredibly pretty and sexy too, in a hard to define way. Her hair
was so fine and so honestly blonde. She didn’t wear makeup–Gena wore enough
for two women!–but her cheeks and lips were a natural rosy pink.
I haltingly explained to Gena how much I had enjoyed her “work”, and my eyes
kept moving back and forth from mother to daughter. Gena sat at her vanity
totally relaxed, scouring off her stage makeup and changing into casual
clothes. Her breasts were naked. They were huge, just barely stretch-marked,
and they looked natural to me.
“Oh, you can talk if you want Mister,” the girl said, “I’ve been here before, I
don’t mind.” Terry was wearing a short peach dress, white socks and black
saddle shoes. She had a black ribbon around her throat and a black bow on top
of her hair.
“Well, are you interested in a fuck, is that it?” Gena said finally. She lit
up a cigarette and to my amazement Terry stood up and took one too, lighting it
like she’d smoked all her life.
“Well, uh…..”
“It’s a hundred dollars up front,” Terry said casually, as if pimping for her
mom was the most normal thing in the world.
I was beginning to freak out. I’d had two $6 beers and my head was spinning.
But I really wanted to get into Gena’s shaved cunt. I wanted her to sit on my
face. At the same time I wondered about the girl.
We made a deal, I passed the bill, and Gena told me to follow her. She drove a
midnight blue ’78 Camaro that was difficult to see in the dark, so I kept the
taillights in view. It was just a couple miles, and we came to a trailer
court. Well, not much of a court, two trailers and a dumpster. The neighbor
was about 200 feet away and had a primer GMC pickup parked out front.
A skinny cat slithered up from the steps and brushed against Gena’s legs and
meowed angrily, hungry no doubt. “I’ll feed Roger, Mommy,” Terry said, “You
two go on in and get started, I’ll be in soon.”
My heart leapt at the hint of that statement. Could it be possible Terry would
watch?
Gena set her purse down and took off her short coat. “Okay, do you want to do
it in here or the bedroom?”
“In here,” I said. “By the way, my name is Steve.”
“Hi, Steve. I need a drink. Would you like something?”
“Beer?”
“Sure.” She went to the refrigerator and got out three bottles of Corona.
We drank our beers and sat on the couch necking a bit, and I couldn’t keep my
hand of Gena’s tits. She helped by unbuttoning the straining blouse and we
managed to work off her bra together. I was kissing her with one hand on a big
tit when Terry came back in. She shut the aluminum door quietly so as not to
disturb but my eyes went to her anyway, and she smiled at me. She was a little
flushed. Damn what a cute kid!
My cock was hard, felt like a cudgel, I wanted to fuck soon, and Gena was
rubbing it through my pants.
Terry went into the kitchen and returned with a bag of doritos. She took the
spare beer off the coffee table and sat opposite us. “Can I watch TV?” she
asked.
“No, honey, I’m working now,” Gena said, breaking our kiss. “If you want to
watch us that’s okay, is it Steve? But no TV.”
I was more flustered than ever before in my life. Terry gave me that winning
smile again and lit up another smoke. Fuck, this kid drinks beer and smokes
Mores, what else does she do?
“Uh, well, Gena, I never did it in front of someone else before, but,
well…..”
“I like to watch,” Terry spoke up. “I can go to bed if you want, but I’d
rather sit up and watch. Plus I wanna finish some beers. ‘S’up to you.”
“She does like to watch, Steve,” Gena told me, taking my moist hand off her
breast and licking my palm, then kissing me again.
“Fuck, this is too much!” I whispered, hot and overcome.
“Well?” Terry said.
“It’s a deal.” I lay back against the couch and began to get my pants off.
Gena stood up and pulled off her gray wool sweater under which, thank god, she
was bare, and then unzipped and shrugged off her capri pants. Damn, her ass
was even better than I remembered it. Soft, white globes, just begging for
squeezing.
Gena leaned over and took me in her mouth. Terry sat eating her chips–crunch,
crunch–and swilling her beer. She took a drag off her cigarette and coughed
lightly.
Gena made a lot of noise, slurping, and she worked her head like a gyroscope.
It was a fabulous suck and normally I’d be happy with a blow job this good for
the money, but her pussy was on the plate and I intended to save myself for
that.
“How the fuck big is that Steve?” Terry asked me, leaning forward to look
closely.
I told her it was eight and a half. She let out a low whistle. “Neat.”
My concentration was interrupted when Roger, the skanky cat, jumped up on the
arm of the couch and began preening himself against one of Gena’s jugs. She
picked up the cat and dropped him on the floor. “Terry, put him out, I told
you he’s an outside cat. I don’t want him scratching up the furniture.”
“Okay Mom,” Terry said somewhat petulantly. She picked up Roger and stroked
his fur lovingly, kissed him on the head between the ears and reluctantly
forced him out the door.
While she was doing this I was pawing Gena’s tits with one hand and fingering
her hole with the other and I asked her if she let Terry watch all the time.
“Terry is curious now. Girls are at that age. If you’re up to it you can
screw her butt for another hundred.”
“You’re kidding!”
It was then I first heard Terry say it. “My butt itches. It’s the only thing
that helps. I like to butt-fuck.”
I was nearly sick. This kid Terry was like the hottest little bitch I’d ever
laid eyes on. Her mother who was maybe 25 at the outside had humongous melons
and the libido of a character out of de Sade.
“You let her fuck?” I almost screamed, before burying my face in Gena’s tits
again.
Gena laughed.
“Mister, do you have kids?”
“I’m only 22,” I said. My cock was almost crying.
“Well, if you ever do, remember this: you can’t stop a 10 year old. So, you
want me to send her to her bedroom?”
I got up off the couch, my dick wagging in Gena’s face. Terry looked at it
glassy eyed.
“No, I’ll fuck the little bitch up the ass,” I decided.
Gena smiled, reaching for her purse. Good thing I’d just gotten paid.