Austin Williams - Widespread whore

"Hello," he said, thrusting his hands into his hip pockets, thus tightening his already taut pants. "You a stranger here?"

"Yes… yes, I am," Tuesday said, casting her glance down. She hoped that she had not been too obvious looking at his prick.

"Me too," he said. "And I'll tell you something else. I ain't got a dime. And worse, I'm hungry. You look like a person who might listen to a sad story and maybe help a fellow out with a little something to eat."

Tuesday thought: Goddamn, I'll eat you! "Oh, I'm sorry you're broke," she said. "I'm not exactly the United States Treasury myself. But if you can go for a cup of coffee and maybe a stack of pancakes, I guess I can wring for tat. I know this isn't breakfast time, but…"

"Lady, I've been so seldom, I don't figure what meal it is. I just take whatever comes along."

Tuesday got up off the suitcase, and was

disconcerted to feel a dampness between her legs. Goddamnit! Her cunt was juicing from just talking with a fuzzy-faced guy, and she had swung on some of the biggest and most experienced cocks in the country.

"You got any place to sleep?" she asked.

"Naw, not really," he said, reaching down to pick up his bag. "I thought I'd walk around; maybe somebody would pick me up and take me home."

"Somebody?"

"Yeah… well, I hate to say it, but a guy can always, well, get another guy in a bus-station wash room. I guess that shocks you, but when you're hungry and ain't got nothing, you'll do anything you have to."

"No," Tuesday said as they walked out of the station and toward an all-night beanery across the street, "I'm not shocked. I guess I've done a few things when I had to myself."

He smiled.

"You don't look like somebody on the bum," she said.

"Well, I'm not really a bum," he said. "I just left home a few weeks ago. Me and my old man just don't get along, and I've been running around trying to find someplace to light. Maybe I'll find it here."

"Say, why don't we both get something to eat, and then I'll rent a room somewhere and we can get some rest together?"

He blinked as they sat down. "You mean sleep together in the same bed?"

"Why not?" Tuesday challenged.

"Nothing! We gonna do anything besides sleep?"

"Why not?"

"Okay! You know, I've been just aching for a girl for the past couple of days, and I never dreamed I'd get one as pretty as you are. Golly, this is my lucky day!"

Tuesday felt a hot ooze of cooze drooling out of her snatch. Jesus, after taking on all the sickies and finks she had been rolling around with, the idea of getting a hot cock from a guy who really had appeal was a heady potion. Whew! Tuesday was suddenly not hungry.

She wanted this guy. She wanted him in bed, naked, on cool sheets. She wanted to feel the hardness of his body pressed against her. Mostly, she wanted to feel that beautiful hard cock slip between her legs and work itself up into her snatch hole.

She could feel the nipples on her titties growing firm and hard inside her bra. "Eat up, and let's get out of here," she said hoarsely. "What's your name, anyhow?"

"Foxy," he replied. "Foxy Fowler. Really, it isn't Foxy, but everybody calls me that. I used to cheat so much in school that they all thought I was kinda foxy Shit!"

Under the table, she could feel his knee pressing against hers, and she let her legs drift easily apart so that he could shove his between them. Goddamn, she was getting so hot, she was about to leap over the table after him.

Foxy ate the cakes and coffee. Tuesday contented herself with a glass of milk and a few

crackers. Right at that moment, she was not in a mood to eat anything except Foxy's cock. This, she firmly believed, would be the most succulent morsel she ever worked down her throat.

Foxy, who had distinguished himself in his Arkansas hometown not only as the most adroit cheater in high school, but also as the town's most accomplished masturbator and pussy-licker, had whipped his cock off two and three times a day during his wandering odyssey away from home.

He had jacked off in phone booths late at night, in public toilets in the daytime, and even soaked his pants with his own come by tearing out the pockets in his jeans to reach down to the hot meat of his prick as he rode along on the bus.

His balls were always hot, and the more he played with his cock, the more it demanded attention. But even his best ministrations grew tiresome after a while. He liked to have a girl get after his prick, and when he saw Tuesday in the bus station, he pulled his hands out of his pockets and released his erected cock for her to see. Her response had been more than he could have hoped for.

They strolled up the street until they came to a shabby gentile boarding house with a "For Rent" sign out front.

Tuesday negotiated for the room, saying she wanted it for a couple of days while she looked around. The old gal who ran the house wasn't dumb; she recognized a hooker when she saw one. She wrongly figured that Foxy was Tuesday's pimp. She also made a mental note to see if she

could give him a piece of her own shriveled-up pussy. Damn, he sure was a handsome guy!

Up in their room, Tuesday turned to Foxy, and he encircled her with a great hug which poked his cock right into the pocket between her legs. She could feel its hardness as he rubbed it against her. Their first kiss was a long and searching exchange of tongues, their mouths melting together as their bodies writhed and twisted in a heated contact. Finally, they broke, and Tuesday's tongue sought his ear as he dropped his mouth to the lower portion of her neck and began to slobber over her there.

"Oh God," she gasped. "Let's get out of these clothes and make love!"

Foxy sat down on the edge of a battered footstool. He stripped off his shoes and socks, and was on his feet to unfasten his pants when he noted that Tuesday was already naked and waiting for him.

When they were both naked, they paused to admire each other. Tuesday's body, not withstanding all the perverted assaults which it had undergone, was still as attractive as it had been the first time she was licked in the cunt in that girls' camp. Her titties were firm. Her nipples were dark and ripe, and because of her heated affinity for Foxy, they felt heavy.

Foxy's cock was hard and swollen. He had made himself come manually so many times in the preceding forty eight hours that he had irritated the head of his tool, making it larger than it was in ordinary circumstances.

Their bellies were both flat and firm, and as they moved together, her titties were pressed hard against him and their navels touched.

When Foxy's cock jabbed into Tuesday's thigh, she felt a weakness sweep through her. Now, what in God's name would cause that? She was used to fucking. Taking one cock or a dozen cocks in any hole on her body was nothing new; it was not even unusual. Yet, the mere touch of the wet end of Foxy's cock sent a shiver of anticipation through her entire system. Goddamn, fucking would be great fun if it could always be with Foxy!

His cock was dripping. However, as soon as he was in contact with Tuesday's body, the eye of his cock began to weep in increasing amounts.

He wriggled his hips about. It made his cock slip in between her legs, and she clamped her thighs together tightly against his hot prick. The head was stopped about an inch and a half from the mouth of her -pussy, and he could feel the fickle of her twat hairs sweeping gently over his most sensitive parts.

She held his cock between her thighs to keep it out of her cunt until they could wrestle themselves down on the bed.

When they hit the bed, their mouths again melted together, and Tuesday parted her legs to open her cunt to Foxy's eager, searching prick. He had no opportunity to inspect her pussy visually. As a rule, Foxy liked to eat a pussy and have a girl jerk him off, or in extreme cases, he would beat his own meat while chewing on a cunt.