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Subject: {ASSM} Cannes d'Eau: Lewd Ludie {Varkel} (MF MMmF oral anal)
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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

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