Message-ID: <45482asstr$1069384207@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: kellis X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 20 Nov 2003 16:44:04 -0500 (EST) Subject: {ASSM} Cannes d'Eau: Lewd Ludie {Varkel} (MF MMmF oral anal) Date: Thu, 20 Nov 2003 22:10:07 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, hoisingr Cannes d'Eau Episode 4: Lewd Ludie a Series by Varkel Fall 2003 "Goddamn, this is a jail!" snarled the young woman from her seat by the second-floor window. She had long black hair, currently formed into a ball atop her head, and eyes so brown almost to match. She had let her unbelted robe sag open, exhibiting the inner halves of full breasts and very thick pubes whose peak nearly reached her navel. Her window overlooked the large weed-dotted backyard, criss-crossed by clotheslines mostly empty today, bounded on one side by the brick kitchen and the stable on the other, a tall wooden fence surrounding all. The pubescent girl who had just entered set a luncheon tray on the small table. "It's not a jail," she said stoutly. "Then what they lock the door for? How come I got to use that slop jar instead of going down to the outhouse?" "Cannes d'Eau don't have no outhouse." "I mean the toilets. Maybe it don't have no outhouse, but it sure has got a lock on the door!" "Miss Ludie, you know Madam Ruth 'splained that." The woman barked a laugh. "She _'splained_ it all right: to keep the johns out! Shit! That's what I'm here for -- to let the johns _in_. And my name's Rhoda, not Ludie." "You can't do tricks till Dr. Baines looks at you. And maybe not then. The last girl that waited in this room didn't stick." The woman's expression changed from annoyance to concern. "She didn't? What for?" "She had a legion." "A what?" The girl looked smug. "That's what you call a pox sore in your cunny." "Oh. I ain't got no sore in there or nowhere else." "The doctor has to say that." "Well, damn it, when's he coming?" "When he gets ready. It won't be much longer now. Why don't you eat your dinner? Razor really knows how to spice up black-eyed peas." The woman licked her lips. "I love them with pork." "It's got pork. I'll be back to get the tray." The large enameled jar sitting by the bed had a wire carrying handle that could be raised without disturbing the jar top. The girl lifted it, frowned at the weight and asked aggrievedly, "How much did you pee this morning?" The woman had risen to approach the table, the robe swaying to expose curly black hair on her legs. She grinned. "I shat it half full too. Must've been that river water." "River water?" "I had to swim yesterday. Uh-oh. Forget I said that." "You can swim? They won't let me go to the river." "When I was your age, I went with the boys." "The boys let you? You were so lucky! I'll bring this back in a little bit." She closed the door behind her and turned a key in the lock. The woman fell enthusiastically upon the tray of food and drink. She was mopping up the remaining "pot liquor" with the last biscuit crumbs when a knock sounded at the door. "Iss llocked!" she called around a mouthful of food. "Just a minute," said a man's voice through the door. She heard the jangle of keys and a rasping in the lock. "May I come in?" asked the same voice. She was finally able to swallow her mouthful. "If you got the key, man, come on." The door opened and a tall man entered. He wore a dark suit, white shirt with a string tie and bore a black bag in one hand. He was bareheaded with a full head of hair graying at the temples and a full, reddish brown beard. He closed the door behind him. As he drew near she saw that his eyes were a bright green. She snatched the robe closed around her. "Are you Ludie Harden?" "I'm Rhoda Wil-- Huh! Who's asking?" "Harrison Baines, physician for Cannes d'Eau." He bowed slightly. "At your service." He glanced quickly around the undecorated room with its bed, two straight chairs and a table. "This is Room 27. You must be Ludie Harden." "Okay. I'll be Ludie Harden, if that's what you want." "Madam Ruth has filled me in on what happened yesterday. You have to quit using Rhoda Willett. From now on, as long as you stay here, you'll answer to Ludie Harden." He grinned. "Or would you rather go back to being 'First Love Mate?'" She sniffed. "It was fun till Marble showed up. But no." She shivered. "I'd rather stay here, if I can." "Then get used to being Ludie Harden. Are you about finished with that lunch?" "You don't see nothing left to eat, do you? It was tasty, what they was of it." "Good." He pushed her tray to one side of the table, set his black bag on the other side, opened it, took out an odd metal contraption and held it against his cheek. It was dull gray, about the same shape and size of an adult foot. "If it was wintertime I'd ask you to put this inside your robe, between your side and your arm, to warm it up." "What is it?" "It's called a speculum." "Oho!" She peered at it intently. "It does look like a foot." He chuckled. "The ankle-part is the handles that keep it open." "Keep it open?" "You'll see in a minute." He pulled the other chair up to the table, took his seat and removed pencil and notepad from the bag. "First I have to ask you a few questions, Ludie, about your medical history." "My what? I ain't got any." "What it amounts to, of course, is your _sexual_ history. When did you first experience sexual intercourse?" "Inner course? You mean, when did I get a dick stuck in me first?" "That's what I mean -- if it was dick." She tilted her head toward the speculum, now lying on the table. "It sure wa'n't no foot!" "Okay." He chuckled. "How old were you?" "Twelve." "Was it a relative?" "No, a waterfront rat." "Beg pardon?" "That's what everybody called us, so we did too: waterfront rats. I ran with them, all waterfront rats." "Indeed! Girls and boys?" "Not hardly! I was the only girl. Dressed like a boy, but they knew." "I'm sure they did! What did your mother say about it?" "Nothing. She got drunk and fell in the river. Drowned when I was ten." "I ... see. How did you avoid an orphanage?" "Nobody noticed. Never found her body." "Was this at Cincinnati?" "That's where I grew up." "So your first time was with a waterfront rat. Who was second?" "Another waterfront rat. Half a minute later." "And the third?" "Likewise." The doctor shook his head. "Doesn't sound like a pleasant experience, if you were virgin." "Held me down. In a few days it got lots better." He scribbled furiously. "So you started out as the plaything of a gang of boys. How many?" "About fifteen." "How long did that continue?" "A good while. Tornado come up the river and sunk the rotten old barge we were living in, drowned a bunch of us. The sheriff caught the rest for thieving." "And you?" "I was pretty, they said. Ended up in a bawdyhouse, like I told Miss Ruth." "All right. What diseases have you experienced?" "Momma said I had measles. Don't know about any others." "I'm interested in your venereal diseases." "You mean fucking sickness? I had some, off and on, in the bawdyhouse, usually right after holidays." He nodded. "Yes, that's a common time. Do you have any soreness or itching now?" "Nope. Ain't had no trouble like that since I joined up on the tug." "Someday you'll have to tell me how you got that job. When did your last monthly period begin?" "Don't have none of that either, thank you very much! Smith won me at poker is how I got the tug job." "My god, that's incred-- Excuse me. One thing at the time. You don't have monthly periods at age 20? How do you explain it?" "Caught a babe the year before I started whoring. Lost it when I begun swelling up. Damn near killed me. I was laid up most of that year. Grandma never came back." "By 'grandma' you mean your monthlies, right?" "Yeh. What do you call it?" "I've heard that before. All right, Ludie, take off your robe and let me look at those sores in your armpits." * * * "I says, 'Is that all you going to look at, doctor?'" Ludie laughed at her own question. The husky man for whom she was holding the night jar grinned companionably. "He says, 'I'm gonna look at you where nobody ever did before.' And damn if he didn't! Up the ass too." "Yeah, I've seen up a woman," said Jake, the older of the two Cannes d'Eau guards, bald except for a salt and pepper fringe, clean shaven but for a dark moustache, wearing an open shirt at this hour of the afternoon, overlain by suspenders buttoned to his britches. "He let me put it into Maybelle: she likes stretching. I heard about your armpits. How're they doing?" "'Bout healed, according to the doc. Been two weeks." "That's good. I'll bet Baines didn't fuck you, did he?" "Naw, he didn't, damn it! Didn't see the first sign of a hard cock." She giggled. "I says, 'Look in there with your own specialum, doc,' and he says, 'The eye on that one is blind.'" She laughed briefly then cocked her head at the present eye, still flowing. "Say, Jake, you been holding your water all day?" "What's the matter: pot getting heavy? Set it down. I can still hit it." "I could tell you were full up, standing with your legs crossed that way. What did you come in here for anyway?" "Madam Ruth said to see if you were okay. I was on the way down for my bath." "Glad she ain't forgot me! Here, I _will_ put it down ... You're finally about finished up. And I wanna look at this ... Jake, that's a real interesting pole you got there." "You think so?" "The head's bigger than the rest. Does it stay like that?" He grinned crookedly. "Like what?" Her hand displaced his around the organ. She worked the foreskin as the last urine dribbled. Suddenly she leaned forward over the pot, which now rested on the floor, and slurped the bulbous object into her mouth. The man twitched. "Jesus, Ludie! It's still got a squirt or two." She shrugged and applied gentle suction with extended lips while working her tongue under the growing knob. Her head began to bob. He was content merely to watch her at first, but shortly he bent, slipped his hands under her splayed robe and cupped her breasts. She snorted and wiggled her shoulders violently, freeing them. He said, "If you want my juice, let me squeeze them." Her head came up, releasing him. "Don't want no juice. Wanted to see if the head stays bigger than the rest. Aha! And it does." "I could've told you that. How about finishing what you started?" She leered at him. "How about doing it right?" She threw off the robe, fell back on the bed, raised her knees invitingly and licked her lips. He regarded her a moment, a bulbous erection protruding through his fly, and sighed. "Was going down for a bath anyway." He spun around to the door. She started up to a sitting position. "Well, damn, if you going for --" "Just locking up," he explained, inserting his key. "You aren't supposed to fuck till the doc says okay." Returning, he popped the suspenders off his shoulders and stepped out of his britches. She watched avidly. "I'll bet that one feels ... different. All the girls love it, do they, Jake?" "The nasty ones like it the best." He put a knee on the bed and crawled over her. "Who you call nasty?" Her legs came up around him as he sank on her. "The ones that like it brown." His hips wriggled. "Ooo!" she murmured. "I was starting to feel empty." Her hips rocked to match the rhythm of his thrusts. After a moment she chuckled. "You think an asshole is nasty, Jake?" "It's full of shit." "Not all the time." "Close enough." "I can't believe Canned Dough don't use enemas." "It's still a shit hole. Shut up and fuck. I can't stay long." She lost her grin. "Then come up a little." * * * Ludie knocked on the wide door and entered as directed by the contralto voice. Madam Ruth, proprietress of the Cannes d'Eau, a plump woman of early middle age, face still attractive despite crow's feet and a mesh of red veins overlaying cheeks and bridge of nose, sat behind her huge desk under tall windows in the west wall. Beams from the setting sun lit dancing dust motes across the width of the large room. Ludie took a breath, closed the door behind her and marched to stand before the desk, eyes wary in a painted face. "You sent for me, ma'am?" "Yes. The doctor's laboratory pronounces you healthy." "I knew it would." Ludie grinned slyly. "Even before Sally moved me to Room 17 and told me to clean up." "How did you know it?" "I _felt_ good. Guess that's 'cause I been with the same men so long." "It's a wonder they never brought something back to you." She studied the sunlit face critically. "Did Tally do your face and hair?" "Tally? Yeah, that's her name." "Those Spanish buns on either side are becoming. I noticed yesterday the yellow roses are blooming. They'll look good on you. Saturday night I want your hair done the same way with a rose on each bun. Tell Tally I said so." "Yes'm." "Show me your cunny." Ludie bent and without hesitation raised her skirt and slip high. "Thank you," acknowledged the madam. "I'm glad to see you understand about shaving." "Tally did that too, but it's a lot of trouble, and a lot of men like hairy pussies." "All she did was trim yours a little. For some special customers you may have to shave it bald. The main thing was your legs. Men are disdainful of hairy legs on a woman. All right. You've had supper and cleaned your teeth?" "Yes'm." "Did Tally show you how to use the doctor's spray can?" "Yeah." The young woman giggled disparagingly. "Bug spray!" The madam frowned. "That's true, if you realize the bugs are too small to see. This is very important, Ludie. It's what keeps us healthy in Cannes d'Eau. You're to spray it in both places before you go with a man and also after you douche." "Tally told me." "The johns know about it and expect to see it here. They know if they leave here with the clap, they had it before they arrived. Make sure you use it." "Yes'm." "And now it's time to begin earning your keep." Assuming dismissal, Ludie started to turn away but paused when the madam rested elbows on the desk and chin on folded hands. The appraising eyes had never wavered. "On that tug you played whore to eight men." "I ain't supposed to mention it." "We're alone, Ludie." "Okay, I did it. They didn't pay me either." "But I do. Every girl who works for me starts with $20 in her account. The reason I mention the tug is to ask if you commonly took on several of the crew at a time." Ludie shrugged. "Sure. Some of them. They liked to watch each other. Huh! They liked to _feel_ each other in me." "Then you did fuck two or three at once." "Four sometimes." "Four! That's inventive for a tug crew." "Two had cocks long enough for the same spot." "I see. I have an opportunity for a girl who likes three at once. Did you like that, by the way?" "Yeah, I liked it." "Three brothers are eating supper in the dining room as we speak. Jake says they want the same girl at the same time. That's why I sent for you." Ludie's eyes brightened. "They came in just before I left." She grinned. "Hayseeds." The madam nodded. "Farmers, cleaned up and come to town, according to Jake." Her eyes flashed. "But Ludie, you're not on a tugboat now. Every customer of the Cannes d'Eau is treated like a prince until he proves otherwise. You will speak politely and give the best service you can. If they want something you don't want to give, you stall and pull the tasseled cord that calls Clancy or Jake. You never tell a john, 'No.' That's Clancy and Jake's job. "These three farm boys have paid well for the use of you all night. Go in there, introduce yourself and take them up to your room. I think you'll get what you like." "All night? Yes, ma'am!" The madam studied her and produced a slight smile. "Have fun." "Long as they don't burn me." "Rest assured, if they hurt you, they'll hurt worse. That door admits directly to the dining room." It was a thick and heavy door. Ludie opened it to the clatter of dinnerware and the rumble of male conversation punctuated by feminine giggles. Several men and girls lingered over dessert, tonight a rich dried-peach cobbler chased by champagne. A uniformed maid circulated with a large bottle. Ludie's three farmers were seated together at the huge table, wreathed in aromatic cigar smoke, watching other diner's antics and listening with interest. They were burly men dressed very much alike in black broadcloth coats, plain white shirts, string ties and false collars. She had noticed before that their clothing looked new. All had full dark beards, ranging from scraggly to thick. She guessed their ages from early to late twenties. The chair was empty adjacent to the eldest, judged from the crows' feet in the corners of his eyes. She plopped herself into it and faced them, leaning far over the table and extending one elbow for support among the plates, chin in hand, careful that the table surface lifted one full breast to strain against the gown. "Evening to you, gents," she said with her widest smile. "Getting enough?" Their eyes regarded her. Echoing smiles touched their lips. "I mean, to eat," she explained with a giggle. That produced a hearty laugh from the nearest. The farthest, also the youngest, blinked at his brothers. "I don't git it," he complained. "You gonna help us git something else?" asked the middle one. "Everything you want! I'm Ludie. Who're you?" The nearest said, "We's Matthew, Mark and Luke." He snickered. "John was stillborn. This one here is Mark. Call me Matt." "I'm tickled to meet you, Matt, Mark and Luke. That's how you were born too, I bet." "Stillborn?" said Luke on the far end, eyes wide. "She means, in that order," explained adjacent Matt impatiently. 'Lewdie,' huh? But ain't you all?" "Huh?" "Lewd women.'" Her eyes widened. "By god-- gosh, you're right!" His eyes narrowed. "Can't believe I'm the first to notice." She smiled and laid a hand on his coat sleeve. "You're just the first man to speak of it. You boys sure are rigged out. Did you have some good luck?" Mark in the middle bragged, "First alfalfa come in _big_!" "That's right, I remember harvesting alfalfa in the spring, but it's not worth much." "That's usually true," agreed Matt. "But last year was dry in a lot of other places. We got three times what we expected. You off the farm?" "Off the farmer." Again the two nearer laughed and the farther one blinked. "But I love farmers." She smiled lazily. "Their hard hands feel good -- and that ain't all!" This time Luke was able to join in the laughter. "Since you've had enough to eat, boys, are you ready to go up with me?" Matt put his calloused hand over hers. "Miss Ludie, did that fellow tell you what we want?" "I'm what you want, Matt -- all of you." "At once?" "Twice or even three times. We've got all night." Apparently he found her answer ambiguous. "I mean all three of us together at the same time." "I know what you mean, Matt. I'm looking forward to it." His eyes lit. "Can we keep our cigars?" asked Luke. "Leave them," she answered. "You can get fresh ones any time." Matt told him with a grin, "In a minute you gonna taste something better." Mark leaned around his brother and lowered his voice. "Which way is your outhouse, Ludie?" "The toilets are right off the hall. Or you can wait till we get in the room." They all stood, regarding her in bright-eyed anticipation. She led them from the dining room into its short hall and paused, indicating the second door on the right, marked _Men_. "Ain't never used one before," admitted Mark sheepishly. "What do we do?" She pushed open the door. Probably because of the early hours the room was unoccupied. Leaning against the wall, she pointed to the urinal trough. "Piss in that. If you got more to do or you're shy, you can go in a stall." "You gonna watch us?" asked Luke. "Why not? I like the way men do it. They can piss on the world if they want to." Opening his fly, Matt sniffed. "Trouble is, the world pisses back." Releasing his stream, Mark grinned around his brother. "Show us how a woman does it, Ludie." "Ain't room for me to straddle that trough. Wait till we get in the room." "That I wanna see!" declared Luke. They were producing the last squirts when a fourth man pushed through the door and stopped, obviously startled at sight of the woman. He was older with the beginning of a potbelly, wearing a scuffed suit and open necktie. The three brothers regarded him over their shoulders. He leered. "Showing off for the slut?" Matt stiffened. "Watch it, pal. Show some respect." "Respect? Shit, she'd as soon let you piss in _her_." All three glowered at him. Matt remarked, "We'll learn you in a minute." The newcomer's eyes enlarged. "Learn me? You wanna get tough over a common _whore_?" The three brothers turned as one, hands busy with fly buttons. Matt said, "She's _our_ whore, you son of a bitch, and I mean to shut up your mouth about her." "Matt --" Ludie began. The newcomer threw up his hands, backing away. "No offense, no offense!" His eyes swept the three hard faces. "All of you, huh? I'll come in here later." He spun around and scurried out. Mark nodded. "Smarter than he looked." "Let's go," Matt suggested with a grimace. "Afore that bastard showed up I was a-gitting half hard already." "Stairs just around the corner," she advised, leading them out. "Fucking is more fun than fighting," groused Matt behind her, "but we don't get the chance to do much of either." She asked over her shoulder, "Don't you boys have any girls on your place?" "Ma passed away last year. A gal from up the road comes in, cooks supper and cleans up like Ma wanted it." She led them up the long backstairs. "I'm glad she takes care of you." "Not of us. She's a black gal." "Since when did that make any difference?" "Well, she's shy that way." Mark snorted. "Her old man ain't shy with a shotgun." "Guess I oughta be glad," said Ludie, grinning around at them from the top of the stairs. "My room's right down the hall, number 17 in case you get lost in the night." Dangling electrical bulbs lit the long hall, aided at that moment by the outdoor sunset glow through several open doors. She conducted them into her room, a large one with bed, dresser, settee, coffee table, two padded chairs and other furniture. She closed the door behind them, twisted the switch that lit the overhead light, pulled the window drapes, turned down the bed without disturbing the pillows piled high at the head and opened the free-standing wardrobe closet. "You gents want to hang your clothes in here. They's new, ain't they?" "Just put them on today," admitted Mark. "After we got baths in the barber shop," added Luke. "Did you have to take one too?" "I take one every day before supper. And an enema. You'll find a couple bathrobes in there if you want something to wear. I'll ring for another one." "Don't bother," advised Matt. He grinned. "We ain't gonna need clothes." "I was hoping you wouldn't," admitted the woman. "What do you want _me_ to wear?" He blinked. "Nothing." "That's the ticket!" She smiled widely. "I love to feel skin!" She untied a knot behind her grown, stooped to grasp its hem, bunched it around her waist and threw it off over her head. The single slip quickly followed. She stood before them naked except for heelless satin slippers, a ripe woman of soft shoulders, full breasts, wide hips, narrow waist, rounded belly and graceful legs. Vein laceworks faintly underlay the pale skin of shoulders, breasts and thighs. Dark nipples protruded erectly from small areolas. "God damn!" breathed Matt. All three brothers stopped as one and stared at the vision before them. Mark licked his lips. Luke swallowed. She chuckled with pleasure. "You boys got sweet eyes. Sit on the bed where you can help each other with them boots. They must be new too." While they finished undressing she took up the spray can waiting on her dresser, bent over and pumped its contents into herself, front and back twice each. The men watched but said nothing. She smiled at their attentiveness. "You boys must've been here before." "No," said Matt seriously, "but we heard about that spray. Everybody knows. That's one of the reasons to come here, even if it costs more." "One of them?" "They say Cannes d'Eau has the prettiest gals. Damned if that ain't the truth!" "And the sweetest," affirmed Mark, "so far." She laughed. "Thank you. You gents are sweet too. And I been wanting to say I liked the way you faced down that mouthy fellow in the toilet. But you wanna be careful. Fighting'll get you thrown out of here faster than you can say the word." "We didn't come here to fight," said Mark with a leer. Clothing neatly hung and boots aligned in the wardrobe bottom, the three men stood together, shifting from foot to foot, apparently awaiting her guidance. She giggled with pleasure. "You boys are fine lookers: lots of muscle and hair. This is gonna be fun." Mark said, "Hard work makes the muscle. You're the fine looker, Ludie." Her eyes swept low. "I can see all of you like my looks!" She stood before them and stretched out her arms to pull the three against her. "Give us a kiss." They leaned down simultaneously. She swept her lips across the three male pairs and back with tongue protruding, invading first one mouth then another. Their tongues followed hers. At one point two entered her mouth at once, which roused her to giggles. "Beards tickle?" asked Mark in the middle, his lips vibrating against hers. "No. I love beards. And I love two boys' tongues at once. Do you fellows share _everything_?" "Everything we can," Matt answered. "We the same size, so we can wear anybody's clothes. We even made us a bed big enough for three." He laughed. "Hootie thinks it's nasty." "Hootie's your maid?" "Yeah." It was young Luke, answering with a chuckle. "When she catches us all abed in the morning with the sheet throwed off, she'd blush if she wa'n't so black. Like Matt said, she's shy." She regarded them slyly. "And you make sure the sheet's thrown off, don't you?" They chuckled, grinning smugly. Luke said, "I do if I hear her a-coming. Thought her chin'd hit the floor first time she saw our hard-ons." "She must not have any brothers." "That's right! How'd you know?" "You can't miss boys' piss hard-ons unless you ain't got no boys." Mark grinned. "Gosh, Ludie, I love how you talk!" "Well, I always did love boys." "We can't share Hootie, but maybe we can you." His hand encircled her left breast. Another hand dropped into her pubes, finger prodding. "You'll be our all-night sucker," said Matt on her left, bending his knees and encircling a hard little nipple with his mouth. Luke duplicated his action on her right side. She grinned up at Mark. "Too bad I don't have three of them." He returned her grin with a chuckle. "We asked your door man for a gal with three tits." "Did you! What'd he say?" "That all gals got three." Holding her hips, he dropped to his knees and unerringly sucked her clitoris into his mouth. She twitched involuntarily. Matt released a nipple to add, "He said it's safe to suck all three only on a Cannes d'Eau gal. Is that the truth?" "I don't know about other girls. I sure won't knock it ... except not so hard, Mark! _That_ tit is touchy." She shivered in their arms and took a deep breath. "This ain't the right way to start, fellows." She twisted away. "Get up on the bed, why don't you, and let me play the sucker." Luke shrugged. "Won't do no good to suck our tits." She grinned widely. "You don't think so? A man's got a real special one." She dropped to her knees before him. "God damn!" cried the lad, clenching his fists. Matt frowned. Luke looked around in awe at his elder and added, "She's got most of my dick in her mouth!" Mark chuckled as Matt's expression changed from annoyance to rueful humor. The elder said, "No point in scolding him for cussing the first time his dick gets sucked." "Oh, lordie!" moaned the young man, body quivering. Ludie's arms had enwrapped his buttocks. Loud slurping noises arose from his midsection. Mark bent to study the phenomenon with wide eyes. "Her head's faster'n a woodpecker's." "I'm a-coming!" the youth announced. A second or two later the woman's head froze. "Ah! ... Ah! ... Ah!" her beneficiary proclaimed, his body convulsing with each cry until his legs seemed to collapse. He sagged backward to plop dazedly on the floor, penis emitting a last squirt upon his thigh. Ludie grinned at him and licked the residue from her lips. "Darned if you wa'n't full of it!" "Here's some more," suggested Mark, thrusting his hips toward her face. She turned her head and accepted. Mark's eyes widened at his older brother. "He's right: she can take darn near all of it!" Matt squatted beside her, studying the action at close range. "Got to be banging her goozle," he muttered. "Wonder how she keeps from strangling." "I'm gonna strangle her in a minute," Mark said. If he meant it as a warning, however, its effect was to redouble her effort. "That must be something fine to feel," said Matt reverently, "'cause it shore is to see. I think a dick stuck in a pretty face is the finest sight on Earth." "Just wait till it's _your_ dick," advised the middle brother in a tight voice. "Oh god, here I come!" He arched his back stiffly. Again the woman froze. Muscles worked in her throat. In the quiet room Matt heard faint squishes. Her throat undulated as she swallowed. Mark trembled but was able to stay on his feet. He groaned when she finally withdrew. Nothing leaked from this one. She smacked her lips. "Real good stuff from you boys! Mark, you were as full as Luke." Her grin turned to the eldest. "How about you?" He rose to his feet. "Let's get all together on the bed." He rolled on his back and gestured to Ludie with a grin. "In case it knocks me down like Luke." "It's not so terrible," she pointed out, pouncing between his legs. "Mark stood it." "Yeah, but he got kind of wobbly. Oh-ho! I knowed it would feel this good! Pass me that pillow, Luke. I wanna see every slurp." With his head propped up he eyed her bobbing head. His brothers stood on either side of the bed. Mark bent and averred, "She went that deep for me too." "I'm gonna find out how she does it." Matt glared from him to the youngest. "Come on, boys. She belongs to us. Play with her. Suck her tits." Luke clambered onto the bed and turned his face up under her flexing chest. Mark said, "I'm gonna suck that third tit again." She was on hands and knees, head bobbing in the eldest's groin. The middle brother pushed her knees apart, rolled onto his back and wormed his face under her pubes, taking care this time to lick her gently. Shortly she produced a nasal groan. Matt pulled on Luke's knee and craned his head to see around it. "You're still hard. Get back there and share her." The lad rose up uncertainly. "You mean ..." "I mean put it in her." His eyes lit. "O-_kay_!" Immediately he conceived a difficulty. "But Mark's there!" "Straddle his chest like you beat him a-wrassling." "Not much chance of that," Luke groused, obeying. When in position, he giggled. "Looks like Mark's beard changes color." Another idea occurred to him. "What if I miss and put in his mouth?" "Well, then pull it out and put it where they ain't no teeth." "Oh, yeah." Helpfully Ludie rotated her hips and pushed out, presenting a very wet labial gap as his target. He had no difficulty in parting it. "Gosh!" he exclaimed involuntarily, pushing forward. Again the woman moaned. "Now go to town on her, boys," admonished the elder. "This is more like sharing." After a moment he bit his lip and added, "I'm about to share a mouthful." While he grunted and groaned she froze in acceptance but when he finished, she simply held still, eyes clenched shut, moaning through flaring nostrils, drooling out the liquid part of her mouthful around the half-retained shaft. When she began to shudder, she finally spat him out. Her hand darted to intercede between clitoris and unbearable tongue, but her hips continued to press back against Luke's thrusts. She raised a flushed face, mouth still drooling watery cream, and gasped to Matt, "One of you get under me." "Mark will. Raise up your ass a little." The eldest twisted to the side and tugging hard, helped the middle brother, still on his back, work his body up between the two sets of spread thighs. When his face appeared, she snaked a hand between them to catch his penis and urge it into the same passage with the lad's. "Oh, god, yes!" she wheezed. Her crimson face turned up to the eldest. "I could get one more in there." "In the same hole?" "Either one." He sighed. "Not yet awhile. I done shot you all my starch." "Too bad." Clenching her eyes and compressing her lips, she began to roll her hips strenuously. "I fell out!" declared Luke from above in surprise. "Well, shove it back in and ride close." Having complied, he announced, "Shore feels hot!" "That's 'cause she's coming too." His leaned forward and slipped a hand between the woman and Luke. The middle finger probed her anus. "Boy, I'll say she's coming!" "How can you tell?" asked the lad. "How do you think? You oughta be able to feel her squeezing your dick." "Maybe I could," the lad admitted, jaw sagging, "if I wa'n't coming too." * * * She pulled the bell cord and ordered champagne. When delivered, Luke blushed and turned his torso away from the uniformed maid. The woman smiled at him as she departed. They sat sipping their flutes side by side on the settee, Ludie between the two older brothers, who perched bare feet on the low table. She grinned soothingly around at the youngest, still red of face. "Here you don't have to worry about showing a girl whatever you got. We all admire it." "You do?" "Yeh. And not just 'cause it pays money either." Matt snorted. "Not for our lewd Ludie anyhow. You love two dicks at once, don't you, girl?" "All I can get. That was your finger in my butt?" He sniffed. "All I had that was hard enough." She frowned thoughtfully. "I never saw boys with so much juice. You always make this much?" "Was it a lot?" She studied him askance. "You boys really don't have any girls, do you?" "We told you about Hootie." "But she don't do it with you." "No, she don't." "Ain't they other girls around where you live?" Mark answered, "They won't share." She chuckled speculatively, obviously suppressing a further question. Matt chuckled also and sipped his wine. "I guess you got a right to be curious. I was married for two years." "_Was_ married?" "She and her baby died of the lung fever when it was a week old." "Oh, I'm sorry, Matt." "Well, I'm sorry they died, but we wa'n't getting along. She kept trying to make my brothers move off the place." He shook his head. "I couldn't agree to that, but it's hard for a man to do without a woman. I stepped out with a couple and so did Mark, but we asked them in the beginning if they could live with all three of us. The last one told her pa and he had some hard things to say about it." "I've heard of that." "You heard about us?" "No. I heard of four brothers in Kentucky who wanted to share the same woman." "How'd they make out?" "Last I heard they was doing each other." Matt curled his lip. "That's what that girl's pa said. But Ma caught me and Mark together when we was little. She beat the tar out of us and made it plain that man don't do with man. It's ag'in the Bible." "I heard that too. Not that it stops the ones who want it." She smiled. "What you boys need is a girl who'll marry one of you but sleep in that bed with all three." "We already figured that out," Matt began. "But where in the world --" Luke interrupted. "Will you marry us, Ludie?" She smiled slowly. "That's sweet of you, honey, but you don't want a girl like me." "Why not? You mean because ..." "Because I'm a whore." Mark murmured thoughtfully, "Everybody says when they quit whoring, they make the best wives." "I heard that too." She sighed. "Long as they go where nobody knows them." * * * "By god I love this!" declared Matt into the woman's mouth, open to gasp for breath. He lay on his back on the bed, legs hanging off the side, thrusting into her vagina as she crouched above him. Above her, supported by splayed legs, feet on the bed against the woman's calves, was the middle brother Mark, head down beside hers, penis buried in her rectum. Behind the three the youngest stood on the floor in a slight crouch, sharing the vagina with the eldest. All three were sweating copiously in the warm southern night as the attic of the big house gave down the day's heat. Only the electric fan droning in a window offered relief and little of that to the two on the bottom. Her eyes were closed in a crimson face. She had gasped and grunted for several minutes, hips never faltering. Perhaps she knew nothing beyond her response to the three organs that roiled her flesh. It was Mark who responded. "Three in the same bottom! You ever heard of that, Matt?" "No. Not to believe it. But that's not what I mean." "You mean this sharing." "This is the real thing, brother, and it satisfies something I didn't know needed it." After a bit Mark added, "We ain't ever gonna find another woman like Ludie." Luke contributed from behind them, "We gotta make her marry us." "She won't do it," said Mark. "Why not?" "We ain't rich enough." "Then let's get richer." * * * "Did you hear anything from Ludie and her three brothers?" This was Jake's week to handle collections. He was present in Madam Ruth's office before breakfast with money bag and tally ready in his graceful but unconventional handwriting. The tally was a list of "tricks," each line item containing the girl's name, the name of the john if known and a brief description, such as tailor, cop, butcher, "msng. ring fng.," the duration of the trick and the amount collected or if the john ran an account, the amount owed. The last column for each item, usually blank, was meant for notes and comments. "Yes, ma'am, I sure did. I made a note of it down here." "I like that girl's attitude. Nothing too bad, I hope -- What, _marry_? Your note says, 'Want to marry.' _Who_ wants to marry?" "Those three farmers. They made a point of looking me up before they left this morning. I couldn't believe it either, but they were serious as a hanging. The oldest asked me for advice about how they should get Ludie to marry them." "Marry _them_?" "They already thought of that. Legally she'd just marry the eldest but in fact she'd be the wife of all three." "What advice did you give them?" "To ask her. They said they did but she wouldn't take them seriously. They wanted to know if girls married out of a house often." "And you said?" "I said, no, I never knew one that did." "Well, I have, but not many. A lot leave but not to marry. Last night you said these men were not kids." "The oldest must be about thirty." The madam stared pensively into space. "Life in a whorehouse, if you can stand the cocks, is pretty easy, which I think is the reason most of us stay put. Running a home for three farmers would be much harder work. I'm sure Ludie knows that." "We all do. But I think with her it's more than just putting up with the cocks. A lot more." "Yes." The madam grinned slightly. "I said I like that girl's attitude. We have to keep her out of the parlor for a month or so, but I think she'll work in here splendidly. I want to approve her johns until I tell you different. Pass that on to Clancy." "Yes, ma'am." END Varangian at ludmax11@hotmail.com Kellis at kellis@dhp.com NOTICE: Email to Kellis must have a "subject:" line containing {kellis} (kellis) asstr or the title of any story by Varkel or Kellis. Otherwise no human eye will ever see it. --Kellis -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+