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CHAPTER THREE

By the time dinner was started on the East Coast, dinner was done with and the dishes were washed and put away in Oregon. Howard and Marge sat looking at Jayne's TV. When he could no longer stand it, Howard yawned with studied carelessness and said, "Guess I'll take the pickup into town and teach these yokels the fine points of shootin' pool. It's really a sleazy liar they got there, really rough, not very clean, but you're sure welcome to come with me, Marge."

"No, you go on and have a good time. I'll just sit here and look at the late show," she said, smiling sweetly at her husband, stroking the ears of the big black dog lying beside the couch.

Alone in the house with the dog then, Marge found she was unable to draw a deep breath or form a clear thought in her head. The television might just as well have been turned off. Not only her cunt, but her thighs and her tits and her buttocks all felt swollen and sweaty and hot. She couldn't stand it. "I might have picked up a rash," she said, and got up from the couch and went into her sister-in-law's bedroom, glancing back over her shoulder, scurrying faster as she saw the big dog lumbering along at her heels.

In front of Jayne's full length mirror, she shook her finger at the dog, saying, "You just sit there while I see how bad this rash is."

He obediently stayed where he was. Unable to draw a decent breath, Marge hiked up her skirt and took off her panties, then held her skirt up high while she made several slow turns, inspecting herself as she stood between the dog and the mirror. Her skin was slightly, attractively flushed, but not broken out in a rash. The roseate glow was most pronounced around her cunt, which she closely inspected as she stood before the dog with her skirt held up by her elbows and her trembling hands spreading her thighs.

"Does it look like I've got poison ivy, Trigger? Or some kind of a rash?"

Howard sped through the night in the pickup, and stopped at the Iron Door. The place was populated by a dozen or so Oregonian red-necks, whom Howard scornfully disdained, and by a woman so spectacular that he hadn't at all appreciated her when he'd seen her the night before.

She had to be five foot ten in her stocking feet, though that was hard to tell, for she was wearing stilt-heeled black shoes. She was always on the move, in her languid, voluptuous way. Her mesh-covered legs alone looked five feet tall. They looked wonderfully firm though slightly heavy, but legs such as those needed some girth to contain so many sculptured curves.

She had on another little doily of a skirt, on this night a black one, and under it she wore scarlet panties that were all abulge with fantastic goodies to be glimpsed each time she moved. Her tits were not to be glimpsed. They were to be stared at, lusted for, as they strained at the low-cut peasant blouse she had on. Perhaps the narrowness of her waist made her tits and her hips look so impressively, beautifully large, but whatever it was, Howard stared.

Her hair was flame-red, piled up in a tower of curls cascading down around her long, oval face. Her face was richly, almost professionally made up with glossy crimson lipstick and deep purple eye shadow, jet black eye liner and sharply drawn, arching eyebrow pencil. The long fingers that carried beer to bucolic pigs were tipped with red-lacquered fingernails that sent chills up and down Howard's spine each time he looked at them.

There was a lot to look at. Howard saw as much as he could from the vantage point of the end of the bar, nursing beer after beer, increasingly scornful of the regular patrons who paid her so little attention, coolly massaging his cock to keep it thick and ready for any possibility that might arise.

He learned her name was Dottie, and that she owned the place. He saw for himself she was quite good at eight-ball, though of course not as good as himself, known as the Plymouth Plunker in his home town.

Beer drinkers came and went, as did pool shooters. Experienced, sophisticated admirers of feminine beauty, such as Howard, stayed on. Sooner or later she had to notice his quiet appreciation of her many charms, and sure enough, at about eleven o'clock, she did.

There were only a couple of Oregonian rednecks left at the bar by then, and they were awash with the local brew and had been taken by Dottie for all their residual funds at either eight-ball or poker dice. She yawned and looked Howard over, thickening an erection that had dwindled some in the past half hour. She breathed a deep, longing sigh, and Howard's cock kept pace with the pneumatic swelling of her tits. When she started sauntering, hip-swinging over to him, his cock was as hard as a rock and was oozing wetness again.

"Want to play with me?" she said.

He looked straight at her tits. He put on his crooked, Errol Flynn grin and said, "I, uh-h-h, sure! Pool? Eight-ball? Anything you like."

She decided on dice. It wasn't your ordinary poker-dice. It was some weird game they played only in Oregon, it seemed, perhaps only very locally. Howard steadily lost, though he scarcely noticed that, so fascinated was he by watching the jigglings of Dottie's tits every time she shook the dice. By closing time he was down over sixty dollars.

"I got more," he said. "I got a pocketful of traveler's checks. I'll kick those drunks out for you and we'll lock up and play pool for… for…" he couldn't keep from looking at her tits, "… for any stakes you like."

She pursed her hot, crimson lips, and she yawned. She inspected his traveler's checks and tossed them back on the bar, saying, "I'd sure like to take you for all you have, Howard, but I'd have a hard time explaining it to your old lady, who's prob'ly pacing around your motel waiting for you. Go home to her. You're not about to get anything from me."

"Shit, I'm not out here on vacation!" Howard hotly said. "I'm out here gettin' my sister's business in shape while she's screwin' off back East. Maybe you know her, Jayne Bowers. And I didn't come out here with a wife! I'm free, white and twenty-one and then some, and if you think you can beat me in a man's game, get your gold-plated ass up on the pool table and let's go!"

"Jayne Bowers? She's your sister?"

"Betcher sweet platinum-plated butt she is! Now I'm gonna ask those two gentlemen to leave, and then we're gonna play, my traveler's checks against… against whatever you say."

"Ooo," she said, and hugged herself, vastly deepening the cleavage between her tits, and then she visibly shuddered and smoothed her red taloned hands down over her magnificently voluptuous hourglass shape.

Howard watched, panting, cock throbbing hot through the pocket of his pants, while Dottie grabbed the closest of the two drunks and threw him out. One paused at the door to leer at Howard and say, "You'll be sor-r-ry!"

The door clanged closed and was bolted. The displaced Las Vegas showgirl came over to Howard and clasped his cheeks in her hands. "Are you sure you're Jayne's brother?" she said.

"Hell, yes! I used to change her diapers! I started her off in the flower business! I taught her all she knows!"

"Then let's go upstairs to my apartment, and have a real nice little private game."

Howard was impressed by his countrified sister's choice of acquaintances, but he was far more impressed by Dottie's magnificent backside as he followed her up a narrow flight of stairs. Her glossy black leather heels were very high. Her ankles were slim, her calf muscles bunched in a highly provocative way each time she mounted another stair, and her thighs tapered widely out to join with her truly spectacular ass. Even the few jagged holes in her mesh hose were sexy, since the flesh of her legs bulged out through those. She was wearing some kind of showgirl tights, not just red panties, made out of latex or heavy satin, something flexibly strong enough to contain the big globes of her ass, caressing each other most closely each time she took another step.

Near the top of the stairs she stumbled and fell backwards. Howard caught her with his hands on her hips and his face up against her ass. Holding onto the banisters, she looked back, giggling, and said, "Are you okay, Howard?"

"Sure, but you coulda had a… nasty fall there," he said, palms sweating, nostrils flaring as he breathed in the mixed perfumes emanating from deep between her buttocks and legs.

The imprint of mesh could still be felt on his face as he followed her into her apartment. It was tiny, unkempt, dimly lit by a rose colored bulb in a plastic lamp, and altogether the sexiest place Howard had ever been in his life.

She faced him, long-lashed eyes on a level with his, hands on his cheeks, blunt points of her tits brushing against his heaving chest. "Sorry I slipped on the stairs," she said, with her deep, warm giggle. "I just sat right down on your face."

"Hey, that was okay. I saved you from a misty fall."

"Yes, and I've heard some men don't mind at all if a woman sits on their face." She knew a lot about men. She had been with so many of them that she'd grown bored with them, and lately she'd turned to women for the spice in her life. Dottie usually drove into Portland for her self-indulgent flings, for the only woman around little Carlton she'd been able to bed was Jayne Bowers. That had been fine at first, for Dottie had picked up some spending money as well as some perverse thrills by entertaining Jayne. Dottie was very commercial about her sex life. Jayne was glad to pay for the use of Dottie's mouth and dildos on those rare occasions when she felt in the mood for them. It seemed like a good arrangement, except for the fact that Dottie had fallen for Jayne. It's usually the client who falls in love with the whore, but perversely, Dottie had fallen for Jayne. Jayne didn't even realize it. The diminutive brunette simply paid for Dottie's after hours attentions and left her apartment fully satisfied, left Dottie in a state of painful yearning that lasted for days, for weeks. At times Dottie hated Jayne for that. And now she had Jayne's older brother to do as she pleased with, pretending all the time it was Jayne.

"I wouldn't know about things like… sitting on guys' faces," Howard stammered, "but I'm sure glad I was there to save you."

"Let's play fingers," she said, teasing one of those red-tipped digits about Howard's mouth. "I'll hold some behind my back and you guess how many."

"For money? That doesn't sound fair to me."

"For something. Try it. Don't be afraid."

Howard guessed four, and he was right. He stood there with his jaw sagging downward as the grinning Dottie took off her little blouse, revealing still more of the glorious, tits that strained so mightily at her red brassiere. When she lost for the second time, Howard was so fully involved with the game that he no longer cared about the gigantic bulge in his pants as he watched Dottie take off her skirt. And he gazed and he gaped at her, incredibly sexy in red panties and bra, mesh opera hose and high heels, as he lost seven games in a row, leaving him fully naked.

Dottie lost the next game, and Howard watched in greatest suspense while she reached back behind her, clearly struggling, until she said, "It's so tight. Can you help me off with it?"

She turned about so he could do it. The long vee of her back blended superbly into the jutting swells of her red-covered hips and ass. Now as she turned to face Howard again, he had a full view of her huge, naked tits, jutting straight out at him, capped with big tan nipples, absolutely magnificent. He reached up for them at once, and Dottie took great pleasure in thrusting his hands away.

Again they played and again Dottie lost at her game, and this time she said, "There goes my briefs."

"Do you…" Howard swallowed hard and said, "Do you want me to help you off with those, too?"

"Why not? Let's go in the bathroom. I have to pee."

Howard followed the long columns of her legs, the squirming red mounds of her asscheeks, into her tiny bathroom. There he once again came face to face with those glorious tits of hers before dropping down to his knees to unveil her cunt. Her red briefs were tighter than a veil. His fingers dug into very soft flesh as he peeled down the very tight garment, revealing a smoothly rounded belly and red pubic hairs.

She turned to one side, showing her tits in profile, hand perched on her hip, smiling down on him. He peeled down her briefs to gaze on still more of that hip, and when her hand drew him on to kiss her there, she murmured, "Ooo, that feels good."

The top of the crack of her as was showing when she turned her back to him, he looked at more and still more of that deeply mysterious valley as he worked her red briefs down over the big, fleshy mounds of her buttocks, with her wriggling her hips from side to side to help him. Elastic bands around the tops held her hose up. Her briefs were still tight as he eased them down over her long, terrifically shapely legs. Now, still with her back turned to him as he knelt on her bathroom floor, she bent over to lean with one hand on the back of the toilet, while with the other hand she reached through her crotch and massaged herself, saying, "My, doesn't that feel good after a long night's work. I feel so sweaty and hot. I should send you home and take a cool shower."

"Baby, don't send me home yet!" Howard pleaded, placing hot, trembling hands on her soft, wide hips, licking his very dry lips and gazing dazedly at the red-tipped fingers that kept appearing and disappearing from between the big, soft, white mounds of her asscheeks.

"But I must smell like a women's locker room," she said, widening her stance, still bent well over, still massaging between her thighs.

Now Howard could see the tufts of her red pubic hair close between her mesh-covered legs. And he could smell her quite strongly, though he didn't know if the smell was good or bad. "You smell like perfume to me," Howard said, and leaned forward to kiss the tips of her fingers, and the bulbous big cheeks of her ass, and that deep, humid valley between them.

"Oh, honey," Dottie murmured, eyes closed but seeing Jayne back there as she used both her hands on her backside to part her big asscheeks and widen the valley between them.

With no hesitation, Howard thrust out his stiff tongue and plumbed the depths of the crack of her ass with it. An exotic woman like this demanded exotic sex, and he'd done without that sort of thing for far too long. Half out of his head, with his face buried deeply between her buttocks, Howard thrust with his tongue at the tight, puckered hole he had barely glimpsed, and this first penetration of him into her made her sigh and want more.

"At-h-h-h." Dottie tilted her hips back, spread out her asscheeks still wider, and purred, "Honey, I've wanted to feel your hot tongue up my ass ever since I first saw you. Rim my asshole, baby, ream it out with your tongue. Make a feast of it, sugar, but remember, this is only the first course."

He panted hotly between her asscheeks while he followed her every word. If he wasn't an oral lover before, it was only because he hadn't met this magnificent woman. He delved deeper with his tongue, wanting to thrill her as no other man had done. He sucked on the puckered flesh of her asshole, licked that and her salty sweet buttocks while she squirmed her big butt in his face and gave him more.

"Darling, you're getting me hot," Dottie said. "I'm all weak in the knees. I'm going to have to sit down. Can't you take your sweet tongue from my butt-hole long enough for me to sit down?"

Howard, on his knees, cock sticking up like a telephone pole, drew back panting and heavily flushed and sat on his heels. From there he watched as his woman majestically turned around, showing him her big, red-haired cunt, the full expanse of her belly, complete with its very deep navel, and those glorious, upstanding tits which he'd gladly die for.

He grabbed for her tits and tried to kiss them. She slapped his hands away and said, "I have enough grabby guys at the bar. If you want to make love to me, keep your hands behind your back."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said, and bent to place kisses on her mesh-covered knees.

She smirked down at him. Even with her eyes wide open, this was almost as good as having Jayne at her command. She parted her legs and watched him, blinking and panting, staring down at her cunt. She rubbed herself there as he watched, almost hearing his inward groans as she slipped her fingers through the very puffed lips of her cunt, surprisingly wet, and warmly massaged her clit.

Her fingers were slick with her juices when she drew them out of her cunt. She sniffed at them, made a face, and wiped them off on her stiff left nipple. Her fingers still smelled very strongly of mature cunt in heat. She rubbed them around Howard's nose, over his panting lips, and then thrust them inside his mouth, saying, "Ah, he's still playing finger games."

"Uh-huh," Howard said, licking them clean, getting drunk on the taste of her cunt.

It took all his will power to keep from grabbing her hand as she drew it away. Back to her cunt it went, and then back to her tits to anoint them with more of the stuff that he'd come to crave on this night of all nights in his life.

"See something else you'd like?" Dottie said, smiling and fondling her tits, squeezing the big globes together till their gleaming wet ends looked as if they might burst.

"Can I… kiss your breasts?" Howard said. "Can I lick the sweet cunt juice off the big, hard nipples of your beautiful, beautiful tits?"

"You don't know how long I've waited to hear those words. Go ahead, baby-doll."

Howard licked them clean. He took his time, for clearly, that was what Dottie wanted. He wanted it that way, too. He wanted to savor the feeling of her nipples in his mouth, like velvet covered cherries, but thrillingly alive. And he wanted to see his adored one get hotter, which was happening to her all the time.

"Mm. Oh, baby. You've got such a sweet, warm mouth," she said, squirming about on the toilet seat, feeding him more of the tits she held in her hands. "Ah-h-h. Yes. You do like the taste of the sauce I put on 'em, don't you?"

Howard nodded, mouth too full of pure sex to speak as he smacked and slurped kisses all over her big, thrusting tits.

"You ought to go to the source of it," she said. "I'd like it and so would you if you'd get right down there and suck on my cunt like you're sucking my tits."

He had expected to be fucking her by now, but he didn't at all mind postponing that till he'd eaten her cunt. He wanted to eat her and eat her good. All the rest of the sexy goodness he'd tasted was just an appetizer for her cunt.

He crouched right down, panting, with his chin at the toilet seat's rim. She spread her legs and came forward, too slowly for Howard, and she held his hot cheeks in her hands while he gazed at her cunt. Her hair was a thick patch of dark red, tucked very nicely between her thighs, fanning up to her belly and disappearing beneath her toward the sexy hot hole he had already feasted upon. Her cuntlips were very plump and very pink, thrusting out through the hair, glistening wet with her heady juices. She took her hands from his cheeks to spread her cuntlips quite widely, and he gasped at the sight of her clitoris, fully distended, like a small finger beckoning him on.

"Suck me right on my clit. Okay?" she said.

He quickly nodded. "Yes! Right there! Oh, my God!"

"And lick me all up and down through my cunt. Right, baby?"

"Yes! Inside you, on your lips, everywhere! Can I start on you now, my beloved?"

"Go ahead, Ja… go ahead, Howard, and don't stop for anything."

He licked her and sucked her just as she'd said. Her cunt tasted terribly strong and terribly wonderful. She leaned back against the commode, stroking his head, purring in her rising contentment, working up to a glorious orgasm that she would owe to him.

"Mm. Sweet. More suction, darling. Yes-s-s. And now a little more tongue. Oooo-o-o-o, nice. Now all the way down and up again with your tongue. Yes-s-s, lick it all up, all the good stuff. Oh, honey. You are getting to me! I don't think I can hold it in any more. Do you mind if I just let it go?"

"Mm-hm! Mm-mmm!" he said, nodding vigorously, but not for a moment loosening the hold of his suctioning lips on her luscious and succulent clit.

He was shocked when she started to piss. He couldn't believe that was her urine clattering down into the bowl, and as he knelt there in doubt, she began urgently, beautifully moaning, and running her lovely long hands all over her warmly writhing body.

Her pissing was beautiful then, for all of her was. He went right on sucking her cunt, reveling in the smell and the sound of her pee as it flowed from her body. And he watched her most avidly as her lovely face contorted with her orgasmic pleasures, and she licked her red lips and kneaded her tits and writhed all about on the seat.

"Uh-h-h! Ah-h-h! Oh-h-h! Don't stop!" She kept saying that till her water had slowed to a trickle, and then she abruptly shoved Howard back and bent forward, and rubbed herself very hard and well between her legs.

She looked exhausted, beautifully so, when she sat up and tossed back her hair and smiled at him languidly. He was about to throw himself at her when she lifted that hand to her nose and made a face.

"Even you wouldn't like that. You see?" she said, and gaily laughed while she rubbed her wet hand over Howard's face. He was left kneeling there, stunned, as she rose and took a step to the sink, where she washed her hand.

She grinned back at him from over her shoulder. She waggled her ass, pointed at it, and said, "I want more of your kisses back there."

"Honey-love, angel-face, I want to fuck you!"

She clucked and said, "Every man in this county would kiss my ass in the middle of Main Street to fuck me. I thought you were a little bit different, being from the east."

Howard kissed her ass. He quickly tonguefucked her back there, and in spite of himself he was sorry when she turned around.

She perched her big butt on the rim of the sink. She cocked one thigh up on the rim, opening her cunt, pissy wet, very wide. Now, seeing the full extent of it at last, Howard swallowed hard, extended his wriggling tongue, and leaned up to bury his face in it.

His hair was like Jayne's, quite black, only slightly streaked with gray, and nice and silky and wavy. Now it indeed seemed to Dottie that Jayne was eating her cunt, and liking it more than a little. Her orgasm on the toilet seat had been nice. This one, looking down at the top of the head between her legs, would be even better.

"Uh-h-h-h. That's it, angel! Suck me real good, lick me real nice, make me cum. Uh! Cumming now! Oh! Oh, so good! Do me real good now! Jayne, gimme all you got!"

Howard didn't quite hear what she'd said, but he rose to his feet and plunged his cock up her cunt in one movement, and that movement coincided with the start of Dottie's orgasm.

It was too late to hold it back. Suddenly, hugely, she was thrust in the middle of an orgasm, the likes of which she hadn't felt in years.

"uh-h-h-h! Oh-h-h-h! Nnng-g-g-g-g!"

She could no longer speak, could no longer give instructions, for the extent of her cumming was such that it robbed her of all but sensation. She hadn't let a man fuck her in over a year. She plied her trade with blow jobs, or with sado-masochistic trips as she'd taken with Jayne Bowers' brother. The cocks that she'd had in her cunt during the past year were all plastic ones, very hard, very large, but very cold. This one was burning hot, made all the more so by the man's frantic friction, and now hotter still as she felt his jism spurt up in her cunt like hot lava.

Howard crowed, "Oh-h-h, my God! Oh-h-h, what a fuck! I haven't cum this hard in years!"

"uh-h-h-h! oh-h-b-h! Alittle mo-o-o-ore!" Dottie cried, finding her voice, up on her toes with her ass in the sink and her convulsing belly completely filled up with cock – Jayne's brother's cock.

"Giving you… all I got!" Howard said, laboring now in the aftermath of his great explosion.

"I want more! Give me more!" Dottie shouted, crushing his stout body to her, wringing the jism out of his cock with muscles she'd forgotten she had.

Howard did his best to comply. He wrenched his way out of her arms and dropped to his knees to eat out her cunt even better than he had before.

It would have been more than enough for most women. Few women indeed could expect such ardor in the aftermath of a fuck. But to Dottie, his mouth on her cunt was a great anticlimax, though it did give her time to get herself back to normal again. By the time she turned about and had him French her ass, only the memory of that gigantic orgasm remained with her, and she'd gotten Howard all excited again.

"You'd better go now," she said, quite abruptly. "Your wife will be worried sick."

"How did you know I was ma…"

"I know about these things. Go on! Get dressed and go! I've got to open this place up in the morning."

"Can I come back and see you tomorrow night?" he said at her door.

She shrugged. "If you like. It's a public place. And if you're good and don't cause any trouble at the bar, I just might let you come up here and give me another tongue bath."

"I'll be an angel! You're my angel!"

As soon as he'd left, Dottie collapsed on her couch, understanding full well that her cataclysmic orgasm had been an accident. She looked forward to proving that the next night. But when she went to sleep, she dreamed about cock in her cunt.