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Subject: {ASSM} The Old Man, the Boy and Louise Zagorski {Varkel} (MF Mm mF MmF Oral Anal) [3/3]
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The Old Man, the Boy and Louise Zagorski

an Adventure on the Road, by Varkel
Copyright (c) 2003, Kellis and Varangian


PART THREE of THREE



With one arm around a shopping bag Louise opened the motel door
to find them engaged in a slurping sixty-nine, Roger on top.

"Well, excuse me!" she cried, leering.  "I hope you haven't used
him up, Bill."

The boy quickly rolled off, pulled a pillow to his groin and
gazed at her sheepishly, blushing.  Bill rose on an elbow.  "The
kid's inexhaustible," he announced.  "We're just passing the
time, waiting for you."

She placed the package on a chair and began to unbutton her
blouse.  "Yes, but not too impatiently, I see."

With jaw hanging Roger watched the woman proceed to undress.  She
grinned at Bill.  "I took a wrong turn at the try-on booth and
caught a stockroom boy on his knees eating out the sales clerk."

"You're kidding!  What happened?"

"She says, cool as a cucumber, 'Can I help you?'

"I say I didn't know I was in the cafeteria and do they serve
anything besides tongue."

Roger laughed incredulously.

"Louise ..." Bill began.

"Oh, I wasn't hungry.  Not then."  Having removed her panties,
she grinned at the lad and took the pillow from his hand.
"You've never seen a naked woman before?"

"He ripped the cherry of a twelve year old yesterday," Bill
offered, "but she ran away before he could finish."

Louise sat down beside the trembling boy and placed a hand high
up on his thigh.  "Did you lick on her, Roge?  You should always
to that first, especially with a virgin girl."

The boy, his eyes on the woman's large breasts, shook his head
slightly.  She leaned down to sniff his erect penis.

"It doesn't smell shitty," she said, looking at Bill.  "Did I get
back too soon?"

The man bristled.  "We didn't do that!"

"He did it to me," the boy countered, venturing a hand to a soft
breast.

"Squeeze it harder," she advised.  "What did you think of that
old cock up your ass, Roge?"

"It, uh, it was okay."

"Did it feel like a turd going backwards?"

"He said it felt good coming out," Bill interjected.  "How much
have you had to drink, Louise?"

"Just a couple.  Guy in the bar tried to hit on me."  She touched
her nose to the boy's.  "Has that old man been selfish?  Didn't
you get to come?"

"He sucked me off twice," the lad answered smugly.

"Well, good for him," she said, swinging a leg over to straddle
the boy.  "Then you'll be able to last."   She squirmed onto his
penis.

He stared up at her with an expression of awesome delight on his
pretty face.  She smiled back.  "Feel's good, huh?"  Sliding back
and forth slowly, she began to diddle herself.

"What happened in the bar?" Bill demanded.

"Two guys bought me drinks.  You ever notice that?  When you
_know_ you're gonna get laid in a little while, all the other
guys are suddenly hot to trot."  Her voice softened.  "Bill,
you'll find a jar of Vaseline in the bag."

He rose from the undulating bed reluctantly.  "What did you say
to the guys in the bar?"

"That they're sweet and good looking -- the kind of stuff guys
know anyway -- and that I already got a date, but if they're gonna
be around _tomorrow_ night ..."  She grinned lazily over her
shoulder.  "I remembered I had a _double_-date, if you'll come on
with that Vaseline."

"Yeah!" the man exclaimed, fumbling in the bag.

She leaned down, tongue probing Roger's lips while the hand still
worked diligently at her groin.  Her movement on the penis halted
when she felt a finger slicking her anus.  "I like it hard and
fast, Bill," she announced in a quavering voice.  "Do you need
any help?"

Bill greased his own penis while studying Roger's, halfway into
the woman.  He positioned himself behind the upraised buttocks
and delivered his answer wordlessly, jamming himself through the
expectant pucker.

"Oh, god!" Louise cried at the bludgeoning thrust, in pain but
also in excitement.  Bill began to slam her in long strokes, but
the boy just lay there.  "Fuck me, Roge!  Fuck me!" she demanded,
and he too began to move forcefully with arms around her neck.

"God, I love it!" she exclaimed.  "All I need is one in my mouth
too."  Her fingers remained busy, contributing a third erotic
sensation.  Her soft screams betrayed long periods of ecstasy,
peaking twice in orgasm.

Bill was mostly feeling amazed.  Two cocks in the same female
bottom at once, and one of them his!  He knew that such things
were sometimes done, though he'd never seen it depicted.  A
"Greek sandwich," he'd heard it called without knowing why.
Libido largely expended in the earlier activity, he could afford
to examine this combination more critically.  He reached around
the woman with both hands and caught her breasts, squeezing them
until her torso writhed, testing once again a phenomenon noticed
upon his second wife, that breasts could tolerate considerable
pressure if gradually applied.  But the dual junction was the
point of greatest interest.  He slipped a hand past his own
plunger and captured the lad's testicles, rolling them among his
fingers along with his own, far more gently than he had treated
the woman's breasts.

Roger issued a loud yelp and immediately fell still.  Bill
clasped the lad's member and drew his hand away wet.  Clutching
the woman's hips, he continued pounding her, though he was
beginning to gasp for breath.

She turned up her face and studied his.  "You better stop, Bill."

"But I haven't come yet.  I'm getting close."

"Stop it now!"

But he continued to thrust.

She threw herself aside, almost falling onto the floor, and
glared back at him.  "You old fool, do you want to kill
yourself?"

Hand on his frustrated member, he found himself between Roger's
legs.  "Roll over," he ordered and sought to turn the boy onto
his stomach.  The lad complied, but with a sullen slowness.

Bill spread the sleek legs and penetrated the young butt in an
instant, unmindful of the whining complaints. He achieved his
pleasure after half a minute of ungentle thrusting.  Gasping hard
for breath, he pressed against the boy's flesh.  "Now comes ...
the good part," he declared and slowly pulled out.

Louise had risen, one knee on the bed, to lean close.

Bill, feeling unaccountably pixyish, asked, "See something you
like?"

"Two guys fucking is interesting.  I've never seen guys do it
before.  Next time, Bill, you should be on the bottom."

"That hurt!" the boy protested, rolling onto his back.

"Sorry, kid.  I got carried away," Bill responded, fondling the
young penis that amazingly remained erect.  "You worry too much,
Louise."

"It's not from worry.  I meant you should fuck face up.  That
would leave a cock for me to play with too."

"If you weren't worried, why'd you make me pull out of _you_?"

She chuckled defensively.  "I lost interest when Roge quit
bashing my womb.  I have to really be turned on to stand one in
the ass."



* * *



After showering, they gathered again on the one bed.  Bill was
exhausted.  He wanted to sleep with his head pillowed on the
boy's fresh thighs, and he resented Louise, who had taken charge
of the youngster.  The woman lay beside him on her back with
knees raised giving Roger an anatomy lesson.

"That's my pleasure spot," she said calmly.  "Lick on it.  I'll
teach you how."

"Do I have to?"

"Girls love it, darling.  Your friend yesterday might not have
run off if you knew how to please her.  Did she have hair down
there?"

"Not like you."

Bill turned his head and gazed at the woman's face, just a couple
of inches from his own.  With eyes closed and a smile on her lips
she instructed the boy, who finally complied and went down on
her.

"That's right, darling.  That's it," she crooned.  "You're a
natural!"

She then gazed at Bill, who fondled one of her breasts, her
twisting mouth recording the onset of an orgasm.  She gasped.

"Get on top now!  Fuck me!" she implored.

Roger's face suddenly appeared above theirs.  Bill did not rise
up to observe the action, because what was happening was evident
in their expressions.  He stroked the boy's shoulder, then pulled
his head down for a kiss as the youngster ploughed the woman
beside him.  He felt jealous toward Louise, wanting to be rid of
her so he could have the boy all to himself.  He had the sense at
least to find that attitude amusing -- doubting that even
Shakespeare's Cleopatra could raise his aged manhood soon again.

When the woman cried out, the lad's eyes widened and he whined in
ecstasy through an open mouth.

That night Roger slept between the two adults, all three cupped
together.  Louise snored loudly, awakening Bill long before dawn.
His penis, now contrarily half erect after its previous utter
flaccidity, pressed against Roger's crack.  He rolled onto his
back and wondered how he had allowed himself to get involved with
those two.  He kissed the sleeping boy's shoulder and marveled
again at the situation in which he found himself.

He shook his head in the dim streetlight filtering through the
drapes, deciding that this sudden new lifestyle contained a
serious wrongness despite the wonderful sex, more intense than he
could ever remember, and despite the unique excitement of the
boy's indulgence.  He could scarcely recognize himself.  He had
always been a proud man, and now he found himself on the verge of
becoming a fool, roaming the country, a faggot with a pretty boy
in tow.  At that moment, absent any detectable sexual desire, he
felt distaste for the undignified woman and her obsession with
the male sex.  He would much rather find himself another wife, a
person of standards and decency, however boring that might be.

He sighed.  There was no avoiding it: he had to break off with
these two.  He would give the kid some money to take him wherever
he wanted to go.  As for Louise, according to her story she was
accustomed to rejection.  He curled onto his side facing away
from them and fell back to sleep.



* * *



Bill awakened alone on the bed.  Morning sunlight flooded through
drawn drapes.  Roger, naked, stood near the door.

"Where's Louise?"

"She just went out for doughnuts and coffee."

The youngster's flaccid penis dangled at least four inches from
the sandy pubic bush, and the scrotum drooped unevenly.  His
legs, Bill thought, were as lovely as those of a svelte girl, and
the face no less pretty.  For an instant he reconsidered the
decision he had made the previous night, but quickly regained his
resolve.  He would have to let the boy go in order recover his
comfortable normal life, retaining only the memory of this
incredible sexual experience.  Still, as some consolation, he
would have the lad one last time.

"Come over her, Roge."

The boy stepped close.  "Are we going to do it again?"  He didn't
sound at all enthusiastic.

"Wouldn't you like another blow job?"

"Is that all?  My asshole is still sore, Bill.  You were really
rough that last time."

"I'm sorry, kid.  Just lie here beside me and I'll bring you
off."

Roger reclined next to him on the bed.  When Bill sought to kiss
his lips, the boy remarked, "You need to brush your teeth."
Abandoning that delight, Bill licked down the sleek body, quickly
reaching the penis and sucking it to erection.  After a couple of
minutes of diligent slurping he was rewarded with a mouthful of
semen, all of which he swallowed only because he assumed it would
be his last opportunity to experience something like that.

He rose from the bed, rinsed his mouth at the sink, pissed, then
brushed his teeth.  He returned to Roger with his own penis eager
for some action, although he realized it was unlikely the boy
would agree to be fucked again.  He would settle for a blow job.

Roger obliged him after some coaxing.  They accomplished it lying
side by side in the sixty-nine position.  With cheek resting on a
hairless thigh he held the boy's soft penis in his mouth while
the lad sucked away.  Bill admitted to himself that Louise did it
better, varying tongue and lips, while the lad behaved as might a
motorized vagina.  Of course Louise had the experience of an
old-time courtesan, having been bred to it, so to speak.  A
Viennese Oyster, indeed!  He began to understand the endless fun
such experience could provide -- and the value of the woman who
offered it.

But he had reached a decision last night.  He spat the limp penis
out of his mouth and rising to lean back against the padded
headboard of the bed, repositioned their bodies with the lad
prone, head between Bill's legs, so that he could watch the face
with a cheek bulging around his penis.  A curious eye rolled up
above the bulge.

"Where did you think you were running to yesterday?" he asked.
"You certainly didn't expect to live on the road."

Withdrawing his head slightly, Roger answered with lips
fluttering pleasantly on the knob, "My uncle's place in Montana.
He's got horses."

"Thought it was California."

The boy shrugged.  "That's in the west too."

"Huh!  Montana is a long way from California, my boy.  A horse
ranch, eh?  Sounds nice."

"Yeah, but he's religious and strict.  I spent the summer there
last year and it wasn't much fun."

"Still, it's something regular, and the cops won't find you, if
they're truly looking."

The young mouth renewed suction for several head bobs before
withdrawing.  "That was yesterday."  He smiled confidently.  "Now
I'm gonna suck my way to St. Louis."  He chuckled, pleased by his
own wit.  "Nobody ever said how much fun this is.  Where are we
anyway?"

"_Where_?  What do you mean?"

"Didn't you say this was Dayton, Ohio?  Wow!  Never been to Ohio
before, and I sure never knew it could be so much fun!"  His
mouth closed around the man and sank to a surprising depth.

"Careful," Bill warned.  "You'll strangle."

The one visible eye twinkled.  Slowly the boy's mouth enclosed
more of the organ.  The visible eye clamped shut in a frown as
Bill felt feathery pressure on his knob.  For an instant
protruding lips compressed pubic hair.  The lad jerked back with
a cough.

Bill shook his head.  "I told you!"

But Roger grinned triumphantly.  "I did it!  I bet I can learn it
as good as Linda Lovelace."

"Learn what?  You don't mean deep throating!"

"That was the name of the movie."

"Ha!  Where'd a teenager see _Deep Throat_?"

"Susie's dad had a tape."

"Susie?"

"The girl I screwed."

"Susie and you watched it together, did you?"

"Yeah.  She tried to deep throat me.  She was learning."

"And you want to practice on me?"

"Yeah.  Yours is long and fat.  I think a fat one is harder to
do.  Let me try it again."

Back into his mouth went the man's penis, with the same result.
Bill offered a suggestion to hold his breath, then another to
breath out strongly on the deeper thrusts, becoming interested in
the problem.  He was just about to try it himself when Louise
waltzed in, bearing breakfast.

"Hey, Roge," she called, leering down at the upturned eye, "What
I've got for your mouth isn't as long but it's tastier."

They ate gathered around the bed, ignoring the crumbs.  "Funny
thing in Burger Quick," she said while chewing.  "All the bag
stuffers were giggling, you know, with their hands over their
mouths, and shooting looks at the girl taking orders.  She had a
big streak of jism on her chin, but nobody would tell her."

"Jism!" exclaimed Roger, wide-eyed.

"Probably mayonnaise," suggested Bill.

"I think so too," the woman agreed sagely.  "That crowd enjoyed
pretending it was jism."

"What's that?" asked the lad.

Louise grinned at him.  "What you've been slurping from Bill all
morning."

The boy made a face.  "He didn't come."

"But you did?"

"Sure."

"Well, after breakfast I'll show you a trick that'll get his
juice.  And yours too."

Bill warned, "We can't keep canceling reservations all over the
midwest."

"What is it, eight-thirty?  We'll have showers and be out of here
before ten.  Anyway, what reservation?  Thought you cancelled the
one in St. Louis."

"You're right," Bill admittedly sheepishly.  "Roger, hand me that
leather folder."

After a few minutes study while they finished the meal, he said,
"I'll get us a room in Effingham.  It's an easy 250 miles from
here and about a hundred from St. Louis."

Roger's eyes were stricken.  "Only one more night?"

Bill went to the telephone without responding.  Louise studied
the lad thoughtfully.  "What were you planning to do in
California, Roger?"

He told her about the horse ranch in Montana.  "But Bill said
he'd take care of me."

"Did he!"  The woman chuckled.  "Sweetie, do you know what you
really did when you stuck out your thumb in Pittsburgh?"

"Huh?  What do you mean?"

"You announced to the world, 'I'm a man, looking out for
myself.'"  She laughed wryly.  "As well as, 'Here's my juicy
young cock, come and get it.'"

"You mean ..."

"What exactly did Bill tell you?"

"To trust him."

"And you do.  Why?"

The lad hesitated.  At last he responded, lowering his eyes,
"Because he likes my dick."

"Oh, well, now there's a good reason!"

"Isn't it?  I guess ...  Are there a lot of  ..."

"Cock suckers?"

"Yeah."

"Of both sexes.  But it's a dangerous life, Roge, especially on
the road.  Too many pretty young boys -- girls too -- turn up dead
in culverts because their new lovers remember, when they wipe off
the jism, what the people at home will think if they find out."

The boy looked concerned.  "Bill wouldn't do ... anything like
that."

"No.  I don't think Bill has anyone back home.  Throw these
wrappers in the trash, will you, while I get into my birthday
suit too."

When Bill hung up the telephone, he found his companions on the
bed in a classic _soixante-neuf_.  The boy's hips were moving
languidly but with surprising range, as if the woman were not
reversed beneath him, while his head, toward the foot of the bed,
filled the space of her groin, longish pale hair shivering from
his lingual effort.

Louise's eye glittered under the lad's hip.  She turned her head,
freeing the penis, and asked, "Any trouble?"

"No, we're all set.  I got a room with two beds."  He added
dryly, "Suddenly it seems safer to travel as Eric Johnson, with
daughter and grandson, promising cash in advance."  He shook his
head.  "To tell you the truth, I can't believe this is me."

He took a deep breath and bent close to the boy's work.  "If this
is your idea of a new trick, Louise, I've got bad news for you."

"I promised a trick that would get your juice.  Raise your head,
Roge."

The boy looked up curiously.  Saliva dripped from his chin.

"Get up on the foot of the bed," she directed Bill, "and let Roge
suck you to a stand."

"Hmm.  And then what?"

"Then you can put it in me while he licks my clit.  I really like
that."

"Wow!" exclaimed the boy, eyes lighting.  He actually opened his
mouth and shaped it into an O.  With a shrug Bill clambered onto
the bed and presented his flopping organ to the rounded lips,
which immediately slurped it inside.

"Louise," he suggested, "this is designed to get _your_ juice."

"Oh, yes," she agreed.  "It's usually done with two girls, but
actually a boy on top may be even more fun.  What _you_ do is
trade off."

"You want me to swap with Roger?"

"No.  Hmm.  We'll do that another time.  What I meant was, you
share your cock between Roge and me, a dozen strokes in Roger's
mouth, a dozen in my pussy, then back to Roge.  If that doesn't
get your juice, nothing will!"

The lad made a choking sound, which the woman interpreted
correctly.  "What's your problem?  Worried about the taste?  Your
tongue was just in there."

"Um," muttered the lad in acceptance.

Bill very much enjoyed the subsequent comparison, likening the
lad's tight lips to an anal sphincter and his tongue, somewhat,
to the deeper vaginal sphincter.  He found it so interesting in
fact that his juice appeared before Roger's, to Louise's laughing
satisfaction.



* * *



When he returned to the car from registering in Effingham, Louise
groused sarcastically, "You picked a fine one this time, Bill!
They don't even have a bar, do they?"

"I guess not.  How was I to know in Dayton?"

"You might've asked!"

He sniffed.  "This morning I was in a hurry to try your new
trick.  Take it easy.  The clerk said there's a mall with a steak
house half a mile down the street."

"Oh.  Hey, I'd love a big rib-eye!"

"You do like meat, don't you!  We'll go get some soon as we check
out the room."

But in a show of motherly consideration, Louise tugged them into
a discount store and bought the lad a change of clothing, paying
cash herself without asking Bill to share.  When they finally
reached the restaurant, they were all hungry and thirsty.  Roger,
the still-growing boy, ordered the 16-ounce "chopped steak" --
high-grade hamburger -- and promised to make all of it disappear.
As he took a long drink of his soda, Louise jerked her head at 
him and asked, "Are we loading our agreeable companion up with 
too much exercise?"

"You mean me?" asked the lad, gulping his last bite of meat.

"Who else?"  She leered at him.  "Just how agreeable are you,
Roge, sweetie?  Would you suck Bill's cock fresh out of my ass?"

Eyes widening, he swallowed convulsively and made choking sounds.

Louise regarded Bill.  "Did you want to say something?"

"I ... I ..."  Bill took a deep breath.  "She's pulling your
chain, Roger.  Remember last night?  She won't take one there
without one in her cunt too."

The woman laughed and said contemptuously, "You squeamish guys!
I've done it more than once.  You'd be surprised how clean the
rectum is most of the time."

Gulping, Roger spat his last mouthful into his napkin.

Bill said dryly, "You're timing is poor, Louise."

She grinned.  "It wouldn't bother another woman."  She reached
into her waist-belted pouch, threw on the table a crisp
hundred-dollar bill and slipped gracefully out of the booth.
"Come on, guys.  Now I want some _round_ meat."

"You're over-tipping," Bill noted.

"Because I'm impatient."  Standing in the aisle with arms akimbo,
she asked, "Does driving all afternoon bother you, Bill?  Are you
tired or just getting too much these days?"

In fact the meal had refreshed him.  "Not quite yet."  Beckoning
to Roger, he slid out of the booth.

On the way to the car they passed a soda truck with crates of
beverages unloaded on the curb.  Louise appropriated one of the
small plastic bottles and handed a ten to the momentarily
indignant trucker.

"You're getting extravagant," Bill pointed out as he unlocked the
car.  "They're only two bucks in the motel machine."

"I need a warm one," she explained.

Pulling out into traffic, he asked, "How much longer do you
expect that unemployment check to last?"

He turned to see her grinning smugly.  "Long enough, Dad-dee."

Roger in the back, leaning forward with elbows resting on the
seat tops, asked, "Hey, are you guys really father and daughter?"

Louise barked a laugh.  Briefly Bill glared incredulously around
at the curious face.  "Did you actually think we were?"

The woman interposed, "Come on, Bill.  He thinks we've been
committing incest.  But is that worse than faggotry?"

"Incest is still illegal everywhere," Bill responded stoutly.

Roger asked, "Weren't you going father and daughter on the phone
this morning?"

"Yeah.  And I told them you were my grandson, equally valid.
Surely you understand why!"

"Uh ... no."

"So they wouldn't get excited about an old man, a young woman and
a kid sleeping in the same room.  Some people still do."

"I don't ..."

"Don't what?"

"Wouldn't they guess we're gonna do, ah, incest?"

Both adults laughed.  Bill sniffed at the woman.  "Just my point.
Incest is so much worse they wouldn't dare think us guilty of it.
And of course we aren't."

Roger bored in.  "Then what _are_ you to each other?  You're not
married!"

Louise chuckled.  "Right on that.  I don't believe in marriage.
The fact is, I'm just like you, Roge: sucking my way to St.
Louis.  You still gonna put us out there, Bill?"

They were pulling into the motel parking lot.  He answered.
"When did you get in a rush?"

Though the sun had set, the sky was still bright.  Inside the
motel room Bill made sure all the drapes were closed without
gaps, shot the deadbolt on the door and turned around to find his
companions throwing their clothing on the nearer bed.

Noticing his raised eyebrow, Louise grinned.  "For some things
I'm in a rush.  Here's some news for you: I can stand one man
with his cock in my ass if it's done the right way."

Bill grunted.  "Which way is that?  Or do you mean one long
enough to pass through your entire alimentary canal?"

Louise laughed widely.  "What a cock!"

Roger asked, "Her what?"

But the woman's eyes narrowed with purpose.  "When I saw that
coke truck, I knew we could kill two birds with one stone."

Bill said, "Which two birds?"

"A lone cock in my ass and your squeamishness."

"_My_ squeamishness?"

She stood naked with the soda bottle in hand, grinning above the
large, out-thrusting breasts with their small sharp nipples.
"Get your clothes off and come on into the shower with us."

When he finally stepped around the curtain, they were ready with
the soap and together scrubbed him quickly.  "Here's the fun
part," said Louise, handing him the coke bottle from a corner of
the tub.  "Roge has already greased my anus.  Hold this bottle
straight up-and-down and unscrew the cap."

As he obeyed, Bill asked with a whimsical sniff, "Don't tell me
you're going to cram it up your ass!"

"_You're_ going to cram it up there!"  She moved to the back of
the tub and bent forward, hands parting her buttocks.  "Roge,
back up and give him room.  Bill, listen to me.  Put your thumb
tight over the bottle and shake it up until it begins to spray
out, then slip it into me.  Pop your thumb off at the last split
second."

Bill protested, "I can't believe it won't be painful!"

"Aw, Bill, it won't hurt you a bit!"  She laughed over her
shoulder.  "And me not much.  Roge has got me slathered with
Vaseline.  He even stuck in his dick to test it."

"What are you after, Louise?"

Her upturned face assumed an expression of aggravation.  "Quit
arguing, damn it!  I'd let Roger do it except your thumb is
fatter.  Now come on and shake!"

"Okay."  Bill shrugged.  "It's your ass."  A few hard jerks on
the bottle caused a hiss and a brown cloud to form in the wet
air.  Quickly he presented the mouth of the bottle to the
thoroughly exposed anus.  Popping thumb aside, he thrust it into
her.

She cried out but ordered, "Hold it in tight and shake it...
Ooo, cool stuff!  But oh, my god, what a gas cramp!"

"I knew it would hurt," Bill declared.

"Pull it out and stand back!"

When he obeyed, she dropped to a squat and farted a continuous
brown fizz that the mildly beating shower soon scoured down the
drain.  When the outpouring ceased, she returned to her previous
position and looked around over her shoulder.  "Got any left?"

He held up the bottle, about a third full.

"Shake it really hard and shove it in again."

Once more he obeyed.  She grunted as the ribbed mouth penetrated.
"Now squeeze it hard as you can!"

He clamped both hands on the flexible plastic bottle, collapsing
it and forcing most of the liquid into her.  She squatted free of
it and again squirted into the water.  Rising, she rimmed herself
with her own fingers before turning to face the two males.  "One
clean asshole for your pleasure, gentlemen."

Roger, eyes wide, asked, "Do you _like_ that?"

"Sure."  She grinned hugely.  "You ought to try it sometime.
Come here."  She soaped her hands and scrubbed his flagging penis
vigorously.

"Not so hard!" he whined, pulling back.

"That's for the Vaseline taste.  Come on, guys.  Let's dry off."

They followed her into the bedroom, where she stripped the
unencumbered bed and threw its two pillows onto the carpeted
floor, plus a pillow from the other bed, arranging them into a U.

"For my next trick ..." she began with a wide grin, taking the
man's shoulder.  "Bill, you kneel here with the middle pillow
between your legs."  With him in position she added, "and catch
my legs under your arms."

"Do what?"

"Watch."  She sat down on the floor well in front of him with her
back turned and fell fully backwards, head crushing the pillow
between his legs, so that her nose tucked under his rising penis.
As part of the same motion, her arms, resting on the two side
pillows, elevated her hips.  Her shapely legs rose up and over
until they were upside-down, parting around his torso.

"Catch them under your arms, Bill."

He slipped his forearms under the inverted thighs.  Her bush was
just before his face.  He looked down between their bellies and
the bottoms of her splayed-out breasts to her eyes, sparkling on
either side of the penile shaft.  With an incredible sniff he
asked, "What do you call this?"

"Think about it," she answered, voice hollow from its fleshy
enclosure.  "The way most people do a 69, the numbers are lying
on their sides.  This is a straight-up 69."

He shrugged.  "Okay."

"Only we're gonna make it a _one_-69.  Roger, come around behind
my butt."

The lad stood above the upturned, very feminine genitalia,
looking down with fascination into Bill's stare.

"What's his cock like?" asked the muffled voice of the woman.

Bill answered, "If you mean, is it hard, I'd say it's getting
there."

"Help it along."

The man had only to raise his chin a few inches and suck in the
drooping flesh.  It was the first time, he thought, that he had
mouthed it less than fully erect.  A few head bobs speedily
corrected that condition.

She advised further, "Get it good and wet, Bill.  When it's hard,
Roge, shove it in my ass."

"Huh?  I never did that."

"Goody, a cherry for me!"  Her hands snaked up between her legs
and pulled her cheeks well apart.  "There's your target, kid.
You ought to be about ready.  And Bill, don't forget to lick me."

Roger looked wide-eyed down at his organ half out of sight in the
man's mouth.  He took a deep breath, backed slowly away, then
almost reluctantly depressed his knob into the "target."

"Shove!" ordered the woman.

Suddenly the knob disappeared.  His eyes grew wider still.  "Hey,
it's tight!"

But the man was licking at the top of her split.  Slurping
sounds arose from the woman's concealed head.  Roger began to
pump, working himself deeper into the woman.

After several thrusts Louise turned her face slightly away from
the penis.  "Now, like this morning.  Give it to Bill."

Roger conceived no objection.  Withdrawing, he presented his
organ to the lips of the man, who made a face and took a deep
breath before accepting it.  After a few thrusts the lad's
curiosity overcame him.  He pulled out and asked, "What does it
taste like?"

"Shit cola."

"Really?"

"Like coke.  What else after filling her ass with it?"

Louise called, "Now put it in my pussy."

Very little redirection was required.  "Hey," said the lad
admiringly, "this is neat."

Bill resumed licking, tongue also flicking the top of Roger's
shaft, but continuing only briefly before raising his head.
"Dammit, I've tasted that before!"

"Tasted what?" asked Roger.  "You mean from an asshole?"

"No!  Pull out of her and let me look at you."

Puzzled, the lad obeyed. Immediately the man growled, "Good god!"
He scrambled away from the woman, releasing her thighs.

Her buttocks fell against the boy, who supported them instead.
"What's the matter?"

"She's got her period!" thundered the man, now on his feet, penis
jutting.

Wide-eyed again, the lad stepped back.  Louise scrambled to her
feet and put two fingers into herself.  "Well, wha'd'ya know!"
she exclaimed, regarding the result.

"Her period?" muttered the lad.

"Look at the head of your dick," Bill advised.

"Some guys like it," said the woman, curling her lip at him.
"But not you, eh?"  She turned away to her flight bag on the
rack, rummaged in it and produced a box of tampons.

"You knew it!" Bill accused, glaring.

"I knew it was due today or tomorrow."  She sighed.  "And I
figured you'd be a spoilsport over it.  Excuse me a minute while
I put in the cork."

Bending on one knee over the other bed, she retrieved her panties
and disappeared immediately into the bathroom.

Bill advised, "Better go with her and wash that blood off."

The boy exclaimed breathlessly, "They really do bleed?"

Bill's eyebrows rose.  "You didn't know that?"

"Susie didn't."

"You said she was only 12.  She soon will; that's about when they
start.  What's with you, Roger?  I can't believe you slept
through sex ed."

"It was boring."

Bill stared at him, slowly nodding.  "Yeah, and I bet they worked
hard to make it that way."

Roger took his still erect organ in hand, looking proudly down at
it.  "I fucked her in the ass!"

The man grinned wryly.  "Liked it, did you?"

"Wow!"

"Or was it just the novelty?  A cunt feels better, kid, if the
woman knows how to make it squeeze -- and Louise can grip like a
fist."

"I want to do it some more."

"She might let you, but you'll make a mess."

"I mean ..."  He stared at the man's midsection.

"I see," said Bill dryly.  The woman's attention to his own penis
had been sufficient to leave it more than half erect even now --
and gratifying the lad should ease any reluctance to return the
favor.  He looked around but failed to spot his objective.  "Go
get the Vaseline.  Hmm.  On second thought, you'd better leave
her alone."

"Won't her hand lotion work?"

"Yeah, but I don't see it."

Two steps put the lad beside the woman's flight bag, still
unzipped as she had left it.  He opened the flaps and thrust a
hand inside.

"I wouldn't do that," Bill warned.

Roger turned around suddenly, eyes huge, holding two mostly green
objects before him in both hands.

Bill blinked, not recognizing them momentarily.  "What did you
find?"

"Money.  And the bag's full of it!"

The man drew closer.  Indeed the lad was holding two banded
bundles of crisp greenbacks, one apparently of $100 bills, the
other of $20s.

"How many is in one of these?" Roger asked rhetorically.  He
tucked one under his arm and slipped a thumb under the seal of
the other.

"Be care--" Bill began.

Bang!

The bundle in the lad's hand flashed with the sharp crack of a
gunshot.  Literally the man saw red everywhere.  He blinked hard.
Something was stinging his eyes.  He raised a hand to rub them
and drew it away bright red.  What the hell!

The boy sat down hard on the floor and began to whimper, hands
pressed to his face.  His torso, hair and hands were crimson.
Bill looked down and found the same bloody color splotched on his
own chest and arms.  Glaring around, he realized that it had also
splashed carpet and ceiling.  Suddenly he understood.  "A booby
pack!"

"My eyes!" whimpered the boy.

"Don't rub them," Bill ordered.  "I'll be right back."

Apparently Louise had heard the explosion.  She popped out of the
bathroom as he hurried towards it.  Her eyes rounded at sight of
him.

"Did you know about that boob--" he began, then snarled past her.
Of course she knew about it!

"You bastards!" she screamed behind him.  "You've been into my
bag."



* * *



Bill forced the boy's head under the tub spigot and flooded his
eyes with warm water before shifting to the spray of the shower
and rinsing the red stain off both bodies.  After toweling dry
they returned to the bedroom to find Louise fully dressed, seated
on the clothing-strewn bed that had apparently been shielded by
Bill's body.  Roger's torso had spared her bag, now perched in
her lap.  A large part of the room, including the stripped bed,
pillows on the floor, floor and ceiling where the two males had
stood, and the wall were heavily spotted with the red dye.  The
lad's backpack and Bill's own bag, behind the woman's on the
rack, had also been spared.

"I'm surprised you're still here," said Bill, standing naked
before her, hands on his hips.

"I thought about it," said the woman.  Her eyes finally rose to
meet his.  "But I need to know what you're going to do."

"What actually happened in that bank, Louise?"

Her chin rose.  "I expect you can guess most of it."

"You were his accomplice, weren't you?"

She clasped her wrists in her hands and looked at the curious
lad, then back at Bill.  She took a deep breath.  "Yeah.  We'd
been together five years."

"Really!  No wonder his death had you bawling."

"Tell me about it!  He was the sweetest man I ever knew."  Her
eyes brimmed.

"You've been robbing banks for five years?"

She shook her head, dashing the tears from her eyes.  "Off and
on."

"Together?"

"Yeah.  There's an instant when you first exit the bank when
nobody's watching you.  My job was to grab the bag and run.
Sometimes we swapped bags to throw them off.  Like the other
day."

"How much did you get away with this time?"

"$11,400."

"And a booby pack."

"Yeah.  I meant to throw it away in Dayton but forgot."

"A booby pack?" repeated the lad.

Bill explained, "A bundle of money hollowed out to hold red dye
and a cherry bomb.  It explodes when you break the seal."

"You mean ..."  Roger's mouth fell open.

"I tried to warn you."

"How did you know it was a booby pack?"

"I didn't.  It's hard to tell unless you shake it.  It sounds
funny."

Louise grinned slowly.  "How do you know all that?"

"My last wife worked for a bank."

She studied his emotionless face.  "Bill, this doesn't have to
change anything?"

"Doesn't it?"  He barked a laugh.

"No.  You registered under an assumed name -- what was it, Eric
Johnson?  And paid cash in advance, right?  We can even spend the
night here if we leave early tomorrow.  And I know you don't like
to mess with a pussy having its period, but I've got two other
nice spots."

He sighed.  "Louise ..."

"And then there's Roger," she went brightly on.  "You know what
it looks like, just you and him.  If I'm along it looks a lot
better."

"But you're a confessed thief, Louise.  How can anyone --"

"Not me.  _I_ didn't hold up the banks!"

"The law won't split that hair, and you know it.  You're an
accessory."

She studied him and sighed.  "So is that it?  You gonna turn me
in?"

He took a very deep breath.  "No," he said, releasing the air
from his chest.  "I don't want to explain how I drove you out of
Baltimore.  And as you say, there stands Roger.  I don't want the
law around anymore than you do."

Her long face eased.  "Does that mean we can stay together?"

"No, it doesn't mean that."  He sighed once more.  "You've been
marvelous.  The past few days have been the most exciting in my
life.  But it's over.  We've got to split."

"I don't see why.  Just because of a little red dye?"

"And what it says about you.  I admire your freely loving style,
my dear, but not your freedom with other people's money.  You
should be ashamed of that."

Slowly her face changed.  Her eyes fell.  "Maybe I am," she said
softly.

"Then I ask you, what are _you_ going to do?"

She raised flashing eyes.  "March down to the police station and
turn myself in."

"Eh?"  Taken aback, Bill stared at her.

"I'm tired of this life too."  She surged to her feet, set the
bag carefully behind her on the bed and pushed against the lad.
One hand caught his neck, pulling his face to hers, the other his
manhood.  She kissed him soundly and spun to face Bill, where she
repeated herself, tongue probing, hand jacking the dangling
organ.

"For old time's sake," she explained, taking up her bag and
marching resolutely out of the motel room to pull the door closed
behind her.

Both males stared after her, then regarded each other.  Roger
asked, "What about me?"

Bill shook his head.

"No-o-o!" protested the lad in a high voice.  Suddenly he sank to
his knees and slurped the man's penis into his mouth.

Bill felt the rise of revulsion.  "Cut it out!" he ordered,
backing away.  When the lad would have followed on his knees, the
man shoved the boy's head back.  "Watch yourself or you'll be in
that red shit again."

Roger paused, sitting on his heels.  "B-but ..."

"Don't worry.  I won't cut you off short.  I said I'd take care
of you, and I will, but I'm afraid we've got to split, Roger."

"I never did taste your come!"

"This morning."

"You did it in her pussy."

"Oh, yeah, I guess I did."  Bill took a breath.  "I'm sorry, pal,
but my dick's going to be a long time rising after this."  He
turned away to the strewn bed.  "Put on your duds.  We've got to
wipe off fingerprints and get out of here."

"Fingerprints?"

"This red dye is a special mix.  The FBI will be down here in no
time when they hear about it."

"Hey, are we in trouble?"

"Yeah, some.  Come on.  I don't want to hang around any longer
than we have to."

When they had dressed themselves and polished all the glossy
surfaces, Bill allowed the lad to precede him out the door, then
carefully wiped both doorknobs, threw the towel onto the floor
and pushed the door closed with his toe.

"Where we going?" asked the lad.

"To the bus station.  I'm going to put you on ..."  His voice
petered out.

"What's wrong?"

"What's that damned pickup doing there?"

"Hey!  Isn't that where you left the car?"

"Goddammit!"  Bill trotted right and left, peering all around the
parking lot.  At that early hour of the evening, not yet quite
dark, the lot was hardly half filled.  His car was nowhere in
evidence.

He whipped his overnight bag open, found the spares pouch and
poured its contents into his hand.  "Goddammit!" he roared again.

"What's missing?"

"My spare keys!  Just on the off-chance, since you're the one
that's free with bags, do you have them?"

"N-no!" the boy muttered blankly.

"Goddammit, she stole my car.  That little thieving slut!  If I
get my hands on her again, you can bet it won't be to squeeze her
tits!  Son of a --"

But Roger grabbed the man's shoulder.  "Look!  Isn't that it
coming?"

Bill spun around.  The light was failing, but around the
approaching headlights he could see very familiar lines.  Sudden
hope filled his breast.  Then he laughed contemptuously.  "She
wouldn't dare come back here!"

The car pulled into an empty slot.  A man got out, scanned the
door fronts and strode to the very door that Bill had just closed
behind himself.  Raising a fist, he knocked.

That sure resembled the missing car -- and the driver in jeans and
polo shirt sure didn't resemble a cop!  With a gulp Bill shambled
forward.  "You looking for me?"

The man turned.  "I might be, if you're Eric Johnson."

"Uh ... that's me."

The stranger held up a set of keys.  "Then these belong to you.
Whatever your daughter's done, I hope you'll forgive her."

Swallowing, Bill took the keys.  "What did she tell you?"

"She goes, 'I can't face him tonight.  Here's 20 bucks.  Will you
drive his car home?  I'm sure he'll be glad to bring you back to
the bar.'  And she was crying.  Mister, if I had a daughter that
pretty, I'd forgive her anything."



END
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