Hurriedly Paula scooted down and brought her mouth to her mother's slippery cunt. She opened her mouth wide, fitted her lips hotly to the hairy blonde opening, then stuck in her tongue as far as it would go.
Ruth stiffened. "Ohhhh… ohhhh!" Then a tremor passed through her body as she flung her legs wide and held Paula's face firmly to her loins.
The next instant Pico grabbed Paula and turned her around, pushing her face back into her mother's cunt and her cunt into her mother's face. When Ruth grabbed her ass and shoved her hot tongue deep into her pussy, Paula thought she'd pass out from the bliss careening through her. She sucked and licked furiously, Ruth doing the same to her. For little more than a minute were they left alone, then Paula was picked up bodily and dumped onto the other bed.
"You bastards!" Ruth cried. "You perverted bastards!"
The bed sagged as the fat man joined Ruth. He mounted her, plunged his cock to the hilt in her spit-slick cunt, hunched twice, then pulled out, dripping her juice, and straddled her. On his knees he walked up the bed until his purplish glans was bumping her chin. There, without a word, he cupped her head and lifted her mouth to him, pulling her lips over his hot knob, forcing her teeth apart, thrusting his smelly dick so far and fast into her moist oral cavern that she gagged as the cockhead pressed at the back of her throat. "Suck it, rubia!"
Her mind reeling with shame and lust, Ruth gripped the man's fleshy ass and bobbed her head on his cock.
"Ohhh… not there! Not in my butt!"
Moaning as she sucked rapaciously on the strange man's dick, Ruth glanced at the other bed out of the corner of her eye. There was Paula, on her hands and knees, the skinny man taking his position behind her, holding her hips as he sank his shaft between her quivering asscheeks.
"Oh… too big… it's too big!" Paula gasped. Then she sucked in her breath raggedly, her eyes growing very wide as the man flattened her ass with his stomach. "UNG… UNG! Ohhh… oh, cripes!"
Panting for breath, Paula dropped her face to the pillow and moaned soulfully as the man began fucking her ass with rapid thrusts.
That night Ruth turned eight tricks and Paula twelve. Ruth's fifth customer of the evening was an American sailor, a chief petty officer. As soon as she was in a room with him, she blurted out the story of how and why she and Paula were there. He didn't believe her. She was horrified when he only laughed and told her what a vivid imagination she had. While he was fucking her she begged him to help, pleaded with him to at least report what she'd told him to the police.
"Sure, baby… sure," he mumbled drunkenly, still humping away. "Now shake that hot ass and make it good for me, huh?"
"Oh, thank you… thank you so much!" Ruth wailed, hugging him, slamming her pelvis up to meet him, making it as good for him as she possibly could.
But as he left the room while she was cleaning herself, he glanced at her and shook his head, muttered, "Crazy broad," then went out laughing as Ruth stared incredulously after him.
CHAPTER TEN
Twenty-seven days after he'd jumped from the plane, Elliott opened his eyes. He was in a hospital room – in casts and bandages and traction – with needles in his veins and bottles hanging on either side of the bed. He blinked and turned his head. A nurse sat knitting beside his bed.
"Don't move," she admonished. "I'll get the doctor."
Elliott watched her hurry from the room. He wondered where he was. He even wondered who he was. Then the curtain of peaceful blackness fell over him again.
"Jose! My darling, Jose!" Paula wailed in Spanish, her fingers digging at his tensed ass as his cock twitched through orgasm inside her for the second time that morning. "Me too, baby… I'm coming with you!" she cried.
He hugged her to him, panting harshly as his sperm jetted into her heaving belly, his lips working over her throat and ear.
"Ohhh… sweet man… wonderful man!"
Paula held him on top of her when it was over, smiling up at him as she stroked his damp back and worked her cunt on his limbering cock. "Make it hard again," she breathed. "I love to feel you inside me. Fuck me again, darling… just once more before we fall asleep!"
Jose looked confused. It was the first time Paula had made any demands at all on him. He shrugged helplessly, then withdrew and flopped onto his back beside her.
But Paula was not to be put off so easily. Everyone in the whorehouse was going to sleep for the day, and this was the morning she and her mother had decided to escape. She wanted Jose drained and exhausted when she left him sleeping. He mustn't wake up and catch her taking his keys, and he had to sleep soundly for an hour, at least. He usually slept so lightly that he awoke when she got up to go to the bathroom even. But not this morning. This morning he had to sleep!
"What's the matter, honey?" she asked teasingly. "Don't you want to fuck me again?"
He nodded and grinned, then shook his head and pointed at his limp cock.
"I'll fix that," she said sultrily, sitting up and bending over him, taking his slippery prick in her hand and lowering her head.
Her tongue flashed out and licked the mixture of male and female sex juices from his shiny, black prick. Feigning a sexual hunger she didn't really feel, she cupped his balls and rolled them gently. "Mmming," as if she found it delicious, she licked wetly at the velvety head of his dick until it began rising jerkily. Then, looking up into his eyes, she took it in her mouth and sucked it back to full erection.
"Ohh," she sighed, slurping off his stiff rod and grasping it in her hand as she swung over his loins. "This is the way I like you, darling… nice and hard and ready!"
Bracing one hand on his chest, she guided his glans between the swollen lips of her cunt, then sank down, sighing and trembling as she took it all.
The head flipped maddeningly at her cervix as Paula began riding him; and though she'd been fucked by twenty-three customers before she and Jose went to bed, she found herself loving every inch of his massive dick. She rarely felt anything with the men who paid for her favors, but Jose was different. He was so gentle with her so loving and kind.
"Oh, baby… baby," she moaned, taking his hands and pulling them up to her tits.
It took nearly five minutes to bring Jose to his third orgasm, and during her breathless ride Paula paused, shuddering and moaning, for three more of her own. Then she felt his big cock throbbing a warning and speeded up the already rapid tempo.
"I'm going to miss you, Jose," she said in English, knowing he wouldn't understand. "Jesus… how I'm going to miss you!"
A final weak orgasm swept over her as his prick jerked delightfully in the depths of her sweat-soaked belly. She fell forward, glued her mouth to his and sucked in his tongue, rotating her hips as they shared a last moment of joy.
"That was wonderful, darling," she sighed, rolling off him and cuddling up to his relaxed body. "Sleep now. No, I'm too warm. Don't hold me. Let's go to sleep."
In less than a minute Jose was snoring lightly. Paula fought her own tiredness, snapping her eyes open each time they fell shut. After Jose seemed to fall a bit deeper asleep, she kissed his forehead and called his name. He didn't stir.
Carefully she slipped out of bed and stole the keys from his pants pocket. As a final gesture of affection, which she knew wasn't love in the true sense, she bent over him and kissed his lips. Then, not bothering to dress, she tiptoed from the room.
The hall was deserted. No voices could be heard coming from any of the rooms. Paula crept just the same, making her way cautiously to the room in which her mother was locked. She found the right key and opened the door, then stepped inside and closed it noiselessly behind her.
"I was beginning to worry. What kept you?" Ruth asked.