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"That's a point…" I had to think about that for a little while. And as I sat on that ledge thinking, the light went on again and Linda came in. She had on a dog collar and her mouth had been gagged, but she bent down over the money and threw it all into a wall safe. Every last bill went behind lock and key, then she hurried back for more fun and games. Vinnie wanted to see what they were doing, but I could imagine it clearly enough. Now that the money was out of reach it seemed to me that we should have taken it. Peggy, however, disagreed.

"No, you did right to leave it there. I had plenty of time to think while I was waiting for you, and I came up with a scheme. What say I infiltrate this girls' club? Now before you say anything, I know one girl here very web and I suspect she's a member. She was really crazy about me, and from what I gather a lot of the girls here thought of me in the same way. Should I try it, Joe?"

"That's not a bad idea," I said, "but be careful."

"No, I won't be careful. What do you think I am, Joe, stupid? Of course I'll take it easy around those girls, they're not to be taken lightly."

"And while you're doing that Vinnie can snoop. We have to find out where Laurel is." On the way back to the car I filled Peggy in on the details, and she decided to go back to the school in the afternoon to see if she could infiltrate the ranks of the Sapphite's. Vinnie wanted to start snooping right away but I recommended he have some sleep and start the following evening. "As for me, I'm going to check around the town to see if there are any rumors floating about. You never know, I might be lucky. If not, well, we'll just have to strong arm Miss Parsons into a confession."

"I'd like to see that," Peggy said, with measured irony.

***

Peggy and Vinnie left in the afternoon and I lay back in bed for a bit longer just to collect my thoughts. A knock on the door startled me. It was the woman who owned the motel, come to change the sheets. "Oh, just a minute," I said, quickly getting out of bed and putting on a robe over my nakedness. "Okay, you can come in now." I sat in the easy chair and lit up a cigarette. The woman, Nora, was in her early forties, a solid woman with a large ass and watermelon tits, blond hair piled on her head, and an open, pleasant face. When she bent over my bed to take off the sheets her dress stretched tautly over her big ass so I could see the outline of her panties. They were big panties, too, and the sight of them excited me mainly because I could imagine those panties filled with buttocks and cunt. And, since I hadn't had any sex for almost a day, her heavy sensuality stirred my cock so that it bobbed up under my robe just as she happened to be glancing my way.

"Are you enjoying your stay, sir?" she said without flinching.

"Yes, I certainly am. This seems to be a very nice town," I said. "So quiet and peaceful. I guess you're very happy to be living here, right? I mean, it's a lot better than the big city."

"I guess so," she sighed, stuffing the dirty sheets into a big bag. "But you know how it is in these small towns, your life isn't your own, and besides that there's more going on here than you'd think."

"Oh yeah? Come on now, don't tell me you've got crime and pollution and psychiatrists here."

"Sure we have." She stopped work and accepted one of my cigarettes. Sitting on the edge of the stripped bed, her legs loosely crossed to give me visions of her big, fleshy thighs, she started to tell me the crime statistics. My cock had relaxed. Crime statistics have that effect on me. But her readiness to talk kept the pilot light burning. She was so happy to have someone to talk to at long last. There was pollution too, and a lot of crazy people lived behind those tranquil facades, I was told. She finished her cigarette. "In fact," she said, her voice suddenly soft, yet intense, "I have to see a psychiatrist one day per week. You want to know what for?"

"Why?" I said, watching her slow advance toward me with curiosity.

"Because I'm a nymphomaniac!" she cried and the next moment she was on her knees between my legs, pushing my robe aside to get at my hah hard dick. "Please say you don't mind, sir, but you're so handsome and big, please, let me suck your cock, let's fuck, please?"

"Call me Joe," I said, settling back into the chair. She threw me a look of abject gratitude and started to drool over my cock. Her tongue flicked out over my glands, rubbing it, loving it, and her hand stroked me with obvious lust. Since she was way ahead of me I figured it would be best to wait till she warmed me up some more. Oblivious to my relaxed demeanor, she kept right on running her tongue over my cock, balls, and belly, uttering little cries of delight as he own body took pleasure in what she was doing to me. The robe hung off me like a rag. A shrug off my shoulders let it drop to the floor. Nora fumbled with her clothes to ravish me more effectively without them. I should have helped her, but it was too much fun to see a woman rabid for sex. Except for Peggy and Miss Parsons' stooges, the women in my life tended to be anything but aggressive self-starters. It was left to me to push the right buttons and touch the right bases before a response might be reasonably expected.

Nora needed nothing but a willing body. She gave up trying to take off her clothes because it was interfering with her passionate groping. It was as though she'd been starved of sex for months as a punishment, the way she wanted to relish every part of me. Her fingers snuck up my ass, tickled my balls, closed around my nipples, ear lobes, anything! But her mouth stayed very near to my dick. Her tongue ran up and down the hard stalk, her lips brushed along my glands against the grain, and she occasionally closed her teeth around that section of my cock directly under the awning of my knob. I was catching up fast.

It became imperative to see what her body looked like. My hands reached for the back of her dress and undid the buttons there. But I couldn't reach the apron she had tied about her waist, at least not without disturbing her. Resolutely I bent forward and undid the knot, and, while I was there, pulled the hem of her dress up. Only when it was tugging at her armpits did she yield to it. Quickly I pulled it over her head and bang! she was down again! I had to take a brief break then because her bps around my cock felt too delicious to be ignored any longer. A minute or two later I managed to reach for the catch of her bra, un-snapped it, and released a billowing avalanche of flesh that dangled dually against my inner thighs. A surge of lust burned through me at the sight of so much tit. I wanted to dive into those big spongy masses, to hide and suck like a child, or just to fondle them till my palms exploded from sensory overloads. But further down her back I saw those big panties, pink like the ones my mother always wore. There, in the confines of those familiar panties, were her cheeks. Even from where I sat I could see how massive and round they were. But how could I get her away from my cock long enough to take them down?

There was only one thing for it. Gently I eased my body off the chair and did a kind of half-turn with my cock as the pivot. Nora seemed not to notice. She was sucking on my cock noisily, eyes closed, transported with delight. When I came to rest I found myself looking right up her crotch. My legs were against the chair's backrest and my head was on the ground; it wasn't the most comfortable position on earth, but it did bring most of my faculties in touch with the part of her I wanted most. An inch or two and a pair of pink panties separated me from her cunt. I could smell its faint animal fragrance already. And the stain of her juices was spreading noticeably.

Resting the weight of my body on the chair and on the nape, I grabbed for the elastic of her panties. They felt silky and taut, and when I pulled them down her soggy crotch slipped down into my face. The warm wet spot was right against my mouth, and for a moment I let it stay there so I could suck the juices out of the material. But why settle for a sample when the main supply is so near at hand. Her ass appeared like two moons over the horizon, vast and white, and when she condescended to move a little I was able to push her panties away over her thighs. Now her cunt dangled overhead in the shade, a hairy creature exuding that fine, heady aroma that made me wild with horniness. As soon as my tongue prised the thick labia apart, a veritable cloudburst of juice rained down on my face, all the passion fluids that had accumulated there from the time she had entered my room. It dropped into my mouth, slid up my nose, blinded me, and I pressed my face in all the more passionately for it. Now both of us were sucking noisily. It became like a competition to see who would undo the other first. However, Nora needed my cock up her pussy more than she needed it down her throat, and pretty soon she signaled me to get to work.