come out her throat with each succeeding thrust.
She started to scream something at him again, but the sound stopped in her throat. Her body went rigid and her face twisted as her lips pulled back from her teeth.
He almost stopped when he saw the strange way her face had contorted, but she urged him on, her hips banging against him at an even more furious pace.
He cried out as his cock began pumping, shooting off spurts of hot cum in her clutching box.
She too felt the searing, wonderful, hot sensation of orgasm rippling through her body. She settled her cunt clear over his cock so she could rock back and forth with her clitoris hard against his pubic bone and the top of his cock. She brought herself even higher with her action.
She cried out herself, unable to contain her mounting frenzy as she changed the technique of pressure against her button. She moaned, clutching him so tightly that her fingernails dug deeply into his flesh.
As the spasms subsided she felt his weight settle down upon her. She shook him. It did no good at all. He had fallen asleep right after finishing his come. She eased herself out, from under him and padded to the bathroom..
Quickly she showered and returned to the bed. She lifted the phone and dialed the desk. 'Yes, this is room…' She paused, looking closely at the room number on the dial under the motel number. 'This is room three-oh-one. I'd like a five o'clock call, please. Thank you.'
Carefully, she pushed him to the far side of the bed and lay down herself. Her head was barely on the pillow before she slipped into a deep, dreamless sleep.
The first gray streaks of dawn eased their way through the curtains as Lucille cursed to herself and climbed out of bed. She peeked out between the curtains' cracks and cursed again when she saw the beginnings of a rainy, miserable day.
She glanced at her watch in the thin shaft of light. 'Shit,' she said, 'five o'clock.'
The bedclothes were half on the floor and the sheet had an indication of darkness from her perspiration. She had tossed and turned most of the night, getting very little sleep, and most of that in short spurts that were far from restful. It was a twofold problem. She was still angry at the young blonde man in the bar for dropping her in lieu of that young cunt and, on top of it, paying for pussy when Lucille was more than willing to fuck the hell out of him for the fun of it. Also, her mind was still in a turmoil over what to do next.
She decided that trying to go back to sleep would only be a waste of time. The dildo was still inserted far up inside her cunt from the night before. As she waited for the tub to fill with water, she sat on the commode and brought herself to a quick orgasm, all the while cursing dumb young broads who charge for it.
When the bath was ready she cleaned the dildo, carefully wrapped it, and replaced it in her bag. Then she bathed, dressed, and went downstairs.
As she passed the coffee shop she toyed with the idea of breakfast. She decided against it, getting two cups of coffee to go instead. The idea of actually facing eggs at such an early hour only served to upset her stomach more.
She ran for the car as the rain pelted her shoulders and her hair. As the motor warmed up and the wipers scratched water from the windshield, she again found her mind wandering. If he had gone with her the previous night she would be up in a warm bed now with a full pussy instead of being out in the rain in a cold car.
'STOP THAT!' she said aloud, almost frightening herself with the sound of her voice. 'Asshole! Christ, Lucille… you're getting fucking obsessed about one turn down. He was probably a lousy fuck anyway. There's a lot of cock in the world and you're not dead yet… so move!'
Satisfied that she had properly told herself off, she put the car in gear and eased out of the parking lot.
Between the misty rain and the patches of thick fog, visibility was very close to zero. She drove slowly, making sure of each turn and following the signs leading to the interstate, not wanting to have to back up or cover the same pound twice.
At last, about a hundred yards in the distance, she spotted the sign directing her south and the on-ramp to the interstate. She also spotted a wet, shaking figure with a hand out, the thumb pointed up.
'Poor slob,' Lucille murmured as she accelerated up the ramp past the huddled form. She was nearly to the top when her mind pulled the sash off the figure's head and she saw the tight blonde curls under it. She ground the car to an abrupt halt, nearly sliding against the curb, and peered through the rear window.
Even from such a distance Lucille couldn't mistake the open innocent face, the blonde hair, and the ample figure, barely disguised by the thin, wraparound coat.
Should I? She asked herself. Why not! Besides, it might be fun. I can find out if he was any good.
She slowly let the car roll back down the incline as she tapped, with quick bleating sounds, on the auto's horn.
The girl's face turned, smiled, and then she broke into a run. In no time She was at the car and had the door pulled open. She started to lurch into the warm coziness of the car when she stopped, peering into the face of the woman she had seen in the bar the previous evening.
'Don't you want a ride?' Lucille said.
'Yes… I mean yeah, sure. But..'
'Will ya get the fuck in!' Lucille said, her voice taking on a harsh quality. 'Those seat cushions aren't vinyl… they dry slow.'
The girl smiled and slid into the seat with a long sigh. Lucille pulled the car smoothly into the fast lane of traffic and accelerated quickly up to, and beyond, the posted speed limit.
It was several miles before they spoke, each of them sizing up the other with quick, furtive glances out of the corners of their eyes, and little sidelong twists of their heads.
Clean her up, thought Lucille, put some clothes on her, do something with her hair, and she would really be a beautiful girl.
I'll bet, thought Midge, her cunt wouldn't even melt ice cubes. How old is she? Thirty-eight? Thirty-nine? Hard to say. She's beautiful, well dressed, expensive car. She's probably got a lot of money and she's just out for a good time. Maybe she's gay. All the better, thought Midge.
'How far are you going?' Lucille asked, lighting a cigarette and offering one to the girl.
'I don't really know,' Midge replied.
'Do you care. I mean, do you care how far you're going?'
Midge caught a flicker of interest in her voice. 'No,' she replied very deliberately, 'not really. I usually go all the way.'
Lucille smiled. There was something about the girl she liked, really liked. She decided to be blunt and see what kind of reaction she got. 'How was he?'
'Who?' Midge asked. She turned her head and body around in the seat so she directly faced the older woman.
'You know fucking well who… the blond dude you picked up in the bar, back in the motel, last night.'
'You mean the blond dude I stole out from underneath you last night?'
Lucille turned momentarily and caught the girl's wide grin. She returned it. 'Yeah…' Lucille said, chuckling, 'that's the one.'
'He wasn't bad. He had a big dick but he didn't really know how to use it very well.'
'You sound as if you should know,' Lucille said.
'I do,' Midge replied, cracking a window wing and pushing her cigarette out. 'I think I scared him to death. He thought he was coming on real kooky, but I blew his head when I banged hell out of him.'
'Did he pay you?'
'No.'
Lucille let it drop for a few miles, thinking again that the kid probably did need a manager if she asked for only twenty and then didn't even get that.
Finally, Midge broke the silence. 'Can I have another cigarette?'
'Sure,' Lucille replied, dropping the pack in her lap and punching the dashboard lighter.
'I paid myself,' Midge said, replacing the lighter and expelling a long stream of smoke. 'I left an early morning call while he was crapped out. Then, this morning, I got up while he was still out and went through his bags, his. wallet, and all his pockets before I dressed and split.'
'No shit?' Lucille said, biting her lip to keep from cracking up.
