Cindy began kissing the man's thighs ... rolling his fleshy bails with her tongue ... putting her mouth at the tip of his manhood and slowly sucking more of his throbbing penis into it ... going up and down ... faster and faster ... sucking harder and harder ... using her hands to tease his asshole, then pushing her finger into the tight hole ... causing his body to tremble with delight from the thrills she was sending through it.
Cindy's seductive talents were becoming well known to men, and they eagerly looked for her caravan of sex so they could hitch a ride that would drive their desires wild.
CHAPTER ONE
Cindy had arrived in California's capital city with only ten dollars left in her purse, and had been depending upon Georgette Petara to put her up until she found a job and got a little money in the bank. At least that was the way she had it planned when she decided to drop out of her classes at UCLA for a few months and had taken a bus north for a little change of scene and life-style.
Unfortunately, just as with mice and men, women's plans often fail to take into account the fact that the world is what it is, not what they want it to be. And Cindy, being a girl who firmly believed in burning her bridges before she came to them, suddenly found herself in a strange city, without friends, badly in need of a job if she was going to continue eating. Her friend Georgette had failed to anticipate that Cindy would suddenly decide she was bored with college and needed a change, and had taken off for an extended vacation in Nepal with three gurus and a bisexual Quaker.
Two years of college, majoring in parties and football players, hadn't done much to prepare Cindy for a place in the job market, so most of the help-wanted ads in the Sacramento Bee went straight into the waste basket. In fact, she found only three she thought she could qualify for. And two of them involved stoop-labor in the rice fields west of town. That left one possible:
GIRLS wanted to serve as traveling hostesses. Must be open-minded and willing to improvise. Salary starts at $50/night. Call 291-2320 after 5.
Unable to believe the salary, Cindy had found it very hard to curb her impatience until five o'clock, and when her call finally went through it was with a feeling of extreme relief that she found the job had not yet been filled. The voice on the other end of the phone had told her to be waiting on the corner of 15th and K streets at seven that evening, and Cindy agreed, seeing nothing all that unusual at meeting a for a job interview at night, on a street corner.
She was on that corner, wafting, fifteen minutes early, and promptly at seven a large motor-home pulled up to the curb, the passenger side door swinging open while the bus-sized vehicle was still rolling. Cindy peered inside and saw a young girl at the wheel, so, assuming that if there was a young girl involved it couldn't be anything dangerous, Cindy climbed in. The motorhome immediately pulled away from the curb, merging with the rush-hour traffic headed out towards Sacramento's sprawling northern suburbs.
"Hi. I'm Lola," the girl driving said, turning briefly to give Cindy a big smile. "And that's Shirley in back." Cindy turned around and saw another girl, a petite redhead, in the back of the motorhome. The back of the vehicle seemed to consist of nothing but an enclosure that Cindy assumed was a small bathroom and two king-size beds, with barely enough space on one side of the body to move from the driver's compartment to the bathroom at the rear.
Shirley waved and smiled, then went back to reading a paperback book with a cover of such garish red that it stood out even in the semi-darkness of the curtained interior of the motorhome. Cindy turned back to the front, looking out the windshield at the freeway traffic, wondering just what sort of job they were going to be doing in such a strangely equipped motor-home.
She didn't want to ask Lola any stupid-sounding questions, and the blonde girl so deftly moving the heavy vehicle through traffic seemed to think Cindy knew what their job was going to be. And the more Cindy thought about it, something she avoided doing whenever possible, the more she thought that "hostess" might be a somewhat misleading definition of what they were going to be paying her fifty bucks to do.
She was sure when, fifteen minutes later, they stopped briefly in Fair Oaks to let a young man in. He carefully moved past Cindy, giving her a big smile, handed Lola an envelope, then started into the back of the motorhome. Lola again pulled the motorhome out into traffic, and Cindy turned to see what the man was going to do.
The man stopped for a minute, leaning against the back of the front seat. What happened next erased all doubts as to what Cindy was going to be doing for the fifty dollars.
Shirley was on the rearmost bed, her back against the rear wall. Smiling, she began spreading her legs, pulling up her miniskirt at the same time. She had nothing on underneath it.
In seconds Shirley had her legs spread wide, and in a voice that dripped sex she asked: "Hey, man. I need a man tonight. And you look like you can give me just what I want. What I need." That was all it took to get the guy off the back of the seat and moving back towards where Shirley was waiting for him.
Cindy turned slightly in the seat so she wouldn't have to strain her neck to see what was going on. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Lola glancing constantly into the interior mirror, which was useless for watching traffic since the interior was completely curtained. It was great for watching the action in the back of the bus, though.
Many men might have proven nervous at having a couple of women watch them with another woman, but not this guy. He had his mind on one thing-Shirley. She had turned and was straightening up the bed, fluffing up the large pillows. She had turned around to do this and was kneeling on the bed, her legs still slightly spread, facing away from them. The man sat down on the edge of the bed, and in minutes he was stripped. When he turned to look at Shirley he got quite a view.
Shirley's bare ass was only a couple of feet from the young man's face. He stared at it, and at the rest of what she was showing. A moist pink slit between her legs, a bush of red hair thinning and turning lighter in color, almost to blond as it approached the pink, tight rosebud of her anus.
Lola pulled off the highway into a small roadside park, shut off the engine and set the parking brake, then turned and laughed at the young man in the back of the motorhome. "If you're so interested in her ass, tiger, why don't you give it a kiss?" she asked.
The young man turned quickly, startled, a flush spreading over his face. "What ... what ..." he stuttered.
"You've paid the full ticket, tiger. For all three of us, and for any damn thing you want to do." Lola smiled at him and began undressing. She was ignoring Cindy, and not knowing just what she should be doing, Cindy did nothings content to watch for the moment.
"I've never ... I mean, I've eaten ... ah ... " the young man continued to sputter, seeming to be at a loss as to how to cope with Lola's direct invitation.
Lola climbed out of the driver's seat, moving back towards the bed and sliding her parities down as she did so. Shirley moved over to make room for her, and she lay back, spread her legs and thrust her hips up toward the young man. "Here, tiger. If you don't want to eat Shirley, how about me?"
Before the guy had a chance to do anything Shirley reached up, grabbed the guy by the back of his head, and pushed his face down into Lola's crotch. Not quite so confused now that he was on more familiar, to him, territory, the guy used his tongue to briefly tease Lola's clit. He sat up quickly, though, when Shirley moved over on the bed, pushing him down flat on his back. She cupped the wrinkled sack holding his balls and kneaded it gently, and with her other hand she stroked his now fully erect cock. Her head dipped downwards, tongue flicking out to touch the swollen, light purple head, then her lips engulfed it, her mouth forming a large "o" as she began a slow, rhythmical, sliding, sucking motion.
Lola sat there, her legs still spread apart, licking her lips as she watched Shirley work on the young man's cock. "What's your name, tiger?" she asked softly.
"Larry," the young man said without taking his eyes off what Shirley was doing.
"Larry." Lola said, not a question, just a word. She smiled again, then said, "You really dig that, don't you, tiger? You really dig fucking her face, huh? Wait a minute, until she gets a little deep throat action going on you, tiger."
Larry brought his hands up, cupping them behind Shirley's head and began jacking his hips up and down in time with her head movement. He was jamming his cock into her mouth as far as she could take it-which seemed to Cindy to be farther with each stroke.
Shirley's eyes were closed and she had an expression of heavy effort on her face as she fought to overcome her gag reflex and take Larry's cock all the way back into her throat. And finally she succeeded, sliding her lips all the way down to the base of his cock, burying them in the wiry black hair growing there. She held her lips wrapped tightly around the base of his cock for a moment, her throat working as it tried to swallow even more of him, her face turning red from lack of air. Then she drew her head back, slowly, her lips lingering around the ring at the back of the head of his cock, her tongue teasing the purple knob, then she finally pulled away from him completely Cindy still wasn't sure she was ready to become a pro, but she was sure that she couldn't just sit there watching any longer. She was getting too hot, and she had to do something about it-and quickly. The other two girls seemed to realize that they were going to have to help her if she was going to adapt to their life-style, so when she rose from the driver's compartment, they sat back, waiting to see just what Cindy was going to do.
Cindy wasn't wearing a bra, and when she took off her blouse she revealed small, but beautifully formed breasts. Moving slowly but deliberately she unzipped her skirt, stepped out of it, then lay down flat on her back on the front bed, her feet towards the young man. "You can take my panties off," she said, "but take your time, I want this to be right"
Larry obviously didn't know why it was important that this time be right for Cindy, and he didn't really care. But he knew that even though he was paying for the evening with the three of them, he would get more for his money if he made them happy, as well as himself. So he moved over onto the first bed, holding himself above Cindy, then bent his head down and kissed her. As he did so she wrapped her fingers around the shaft of his cock, tickling his scrotum with her fingertips, and thrust her tongue deep into his mouth.
Larry, obviously beginning to feel more in command of the situation all the time, slid his hands over Cindy's shoulders and down towards her firm breasts. Cupping them gently, he felt the nipples spring erect, pressing against his palms. He squeezed, the action of his hands matching the rhythm of their darting tongues, not noticing Shirley moving from the back to the front bed, next to them. Feeling the bed shift, though, he broke the kiss and looked up to see Shirley sitting next to him, her curvy body small, but looking somewhat plump next to Cindy's slenderness.
Without taking his eyes off Shirley, Larry moved his hands down Cindy's body, reaching for her panties, pulling them slowly downwards. Cindy arched her body to help him, and as her panties were pulled down from her pelvis her dark brown pubic hair, curled and crushed tight against her crotch by the tightness of her panties, sprang outwards, a few drops of wetness from her cunt gleaming in the fine hairs.
Once the young man had her panties off Cindy moved away from him slightly, and the two girls sat there on the bed, motionless, watching him. Larry, again confused and unsure of what he should be doing, stared first at one, then at the other, his fingers absent-mindedly rubbing the wet crotch of Cindy's panties between his thumb and forefinger. As he looked at the girls each in turn rah her tongue sensually over red lips, inviting him to choose. Finally Cindy broke the silence"
"Lie down, Mr. Beautiful Cock. Here, on your back, with me." Larry moved quickly to comply, and Cindy pulled a large pillow from the head of the bed and laid it across his chest.
"What ... ?" Larry started to ask, but his query was stopped by Cindy, who reached under his head and lifted it up so she could slide another of the pillows beneath it.
"This is what's called an orgy for three," Cindy said while lifting a leg and straddling Larry, her stomach separated from his chest by the pillow. "I learned it from a really far-out dude from USC. Met him at a basketball game, and it turned out he knew some much better games than basketball." She reached down and pried his legs apart, running her tongue up the inside of his left thigh.
Larry tried to get his tongue into the act, but because of the pillow Cindy's cunt was just out of his reach. He was going to complain about it, but didn't have a chance because Shirley caught on to what Cindy was doing and moved to get in on the act.
It took only seconds before the fire in Cindy had her assaulting Harry's body with a frenzy that surprised both Shirley and Lola, still watching from the other bed to see how the new girl was going to do. Cindy was kissing Larry's body wildly, tracing wet paths on his inner thighs with her tongue, kissing and caressing his scrotum with her lips, sucking it into her mouth and rolling the fleshy balls around with her tongue, squeezing them, playing with them, then running the tip of her tongue up the sensitive cord running the length of Harry's cock.
Shirley, meanwhile, was about to solve Lorry's problem of what to do with his tongue. She straddled his head, positioning her cunt right above his mouth, then leaned forward and picked Cindy up, bringing her legs around so that they were resting oh her shoulders, her stomach still on the pillow, her crotch ready and waiting for Shirley's tongue.
It was a three-way case of perfect timing. Shirley's tongue flicked at Cindy's clit, then dug deep into her vagina; Cindy let her lips part and slid her hot, sucking mouth down over Larry's throbbing cock, and Shirley wiggled her hips back and forth, rubbing her hot, wet pussy over Larry's face and eagerly seeking tongue.
That was all he needed to really get him going. He began jerking his hips up and down, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into Cindy's mouth. He reached up and grabbed the cheeks of Shirley's ass with both hands, spreading them apart, squeezing them. Stiffening it, he slid his tongue deep into Shirley's dripping vagina, and Shirley began to shake, quickening her undulating movements as Larry's tongue slid from her vagina to her clit, rubbing it, sucking on it, and finally biting it lightly.
The three became synchronized in motion, rocking in time to the slurping, sucking sounds, moving ever faster but still in time as their passion increased. Larry kneaded, squeezed, licked and sucked, and felt Cindy's hot, wet mouth taking more and more of his cock in as her lips slid up and down the rigid shaft. His hips were thrusting harder and harder, forcing more and more of it into her, letting it slide out until her tongue played with the head, then thrusting it upwards until the sensitive head was at the back of her mouth, and even farther, deep into her sucking, pulling, vibrating throat.
Keeping his tongue and lips on her clit, Larry slid one finger deep into her cunt, moving it around, getting it well lubricated. Then he traced a path with it up the smooth skin, through the soft pubic hair, to the puckered tightness of her asshole. He worked his finger around for a second, spreading the lubrication he had picked up from her cunt, then thrust it through, into her rectum, at the same time biting down on her clit. That was all it took to set Shirley off. He felt her clit drawing away from him as the muscles in her vagina contracted, and heard a low, tight, animal "OOOooohhh!" from her, muffled by her face still being pressed tight against Cindy's cunt.
Caught in the hammering waves of an orgasm, Shirley began driving her tongue in and out of Cindy's vagina, and in seconds Cindy began her own groaning and gasping, her mouth increasing the already frantic speed of movement on Larry's cock, her lips clamping even tighter around the wetly gleaming shaft. Then, with a convulsion of throat muscles that swallowed his cock all the way to the base, Cindy came, her cry of ecstasy chopped off by the swollen, throbbing cock filling her throat.
Larry felt that subtle relaxation in each girl that told him their first orgasms were finished. Cindy was still working on his, her lips clamped around the shaft of his cock, tongue working on it at the top of each stroke, but the frantic movements of seconds before were gone. And Larry was glad they were gone, because now, instead of splitting his mind between his own pleasure and trying to bring the two girls to orgasm, he could concentrate solely on his own impending climax.
Larry arched his pelvis, straining with pent-up tension until he could feel the beginning of the eruption in his balls, feel the sack tightening and contracting, feel the super-sensitive head of his cock swelling even larger, until Cindy could no longer take it into her throat. She pushed it tight against the roof of her mouth, bending it, putting pressure on it, clamping down on the head of it with her tongue, teasing it until Larry was THERE! A feeling like a giant cramp ripped through his body as an explosion of hot come pumped through his cock and into Cindy's sucking, convulsively swallowing mouth. His hips jerked without rhythm and Cindy jerked with him, pulling every drop of fluid from him, sucking him dry and then demanding more and more until finally the tight muscles of his arched body relaxed with a shudder that told of total completion.
All three of them lay motionless, spent and perspiring, trying to catch their breath. Shirley rolled off to one side with a moan that told of muscles held too tightly, too long in one place. Cindy continued to lie on the pillow, waiting for some strength to return to her body, her mouth still holding the now shrinking cock that had just filled her with hot come.
After almost five minutes of silence, broken only by the harshness of their breathing, Cindy rolled off Larry's chest and the young man pushed the pillows, now darkened on one side from sweat, away from him. He lay with his eyes closed, and Shirley scooted back towards him.
"Remember, tiger," she said with a slight laugh in her voice, "you paid for three of us. And Lola's still waiting for her turn."
Larry's eyes popped open in disbelief. "You've got to be kidding," he croaked. "No way I can make it again after what you two just did to me."
"But you paid for three," Shirley said, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "and we can't give refunds."
"So keep the money," he groaned. "I'm through!"
"That's what you think," Lola said with finality, speaking for the first time since Cindy had decided to join in. She scooted down on the rear bed until she was able to bridge herself across the gap between the beds. Then she sat back on her haunches and spread her legs towards him. She ran her hands up the insides of her thighs slowly, then spread the lips of her cunt apart to reveal the redly glistening inner flesh to Larry's popping eyes. He stared at her crotch, fully exposed through the light coating of blonde hair, and slowly his cock came back to life, twitching, stirring, growing larger. Lola saw the reaction between his legs and smiled, moving her pelvis in a slight bump-and-grind motion, spreading the lips of her cunt even wider. She tilted her pelvis higher, making slow, humping motions and watched his face as he stared into the opening of her vagina, stretched wide by her fingers.
"What did you say about not being able to make it again tonight, tiger?" she asked with a laugh. Larry was already beyond the point of being able to answer, though, and simply reached for her.
Lola rolled the young man over on his side and lay down in his place, spreading her legs wide. "Come on, tiger, let's FUCK!" Larry crawled between her legs, supporting his weight on his elbows, and Lola took a firm grip on his cock, pulling it towards her cunt with obvious hunger. He pushed, and the head of his cock slipped between her slippery lips and halfway down its length into her vagina. Lola wrapped her legs around his hips and, contracting them, forced him downwards, forced his cock into her cunt all the way, Larry lay there on her for a minute, engulfed by her, letting the heat of her body flow into him. Then, slowly, making full strokes, he began to pump.
"Oh, yeah!" Lola moaned as her body began to move in time with his. "Fuck me, tiger. Fuck me hard. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!"
The young man began to speed his pumping, his cock sliding the full length of her cunt with each stroke. Tight vaginal walls closed with each withdrawal, only to be forced open again by the advancing head of his now strongly throbbing cock. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper he thrust, his balls slapping solidly against her ass, the skin of his stomach hitting hers with a smacking sound, accented by the pools of sweat gathering on her body. Her sweat and his.
Lola tore at his back, digging her nails into him in an effort to pull him even deeper into her, then they were both ready, and, with convulsions which rocked the motorhome on its axles, they both came, straining at each other, one contracting and the other still thrusting as the fluid was pumped from him and sucked forward by her gripping vaginal walls.
Lola climbed off Larry immediately, and as soon as she moved it became obvious that his erection had disappeared as soon as he had finished coming. He reached for his pants, wanting to cover his shriveled, shrunken cock, but Cindy, now fully into this strange new scene, wasn't about to let it end there. She moved up next to him on the bed, pulling his pants from his hands and beginning to play with his cock.
"Oh, no!" he said. "I can't. No way. I'm not kidding," he almost yelled with desperation in his voice. "I couldn't make it again if my life depended on it!"
"Don't you worry your little head about it, honey," Cindy said. "You just leave that to me, and I'll take care of you. You're a long, long way from being finished." Her white, even teeth shone in the dim light of the motorhome's interior. "Did Lola give you a good workout, honey?"
"Oh, yeah!" Larry said, closing his legs self consciously to hide his limp cock. Cindy looked down at It and. smiled. "I'll take care of that, I told you."
"I don't think there's any way you're going to get it up again tonight."
"Sure I will, honey," Cindy said. "Because we're going to do something really different now."
Larry's eyes widened. "What could we possibly do that we haven't already done tonight?" he asked.
"Lots of things," Cindy said, taking his hands and cupping them around her full breasts, thrusting her hardened nipples against his work-roughened hands. He massaged them gently while Cindy parted his legs and cupped his scrotum, looking down at his limp cock as she talked. "Among other things, we haven't done it dog-fashion." Larry looked disappointed at that. For a minute his cock had begun to stiffen as fantasies went through his mind of things they hadn't done. What Cindy seemed to be suggesting, though, was just another session of fucking, only in a different position.
"Well," Cindy continued, "that's what we're going to do, I'm going to get on my hands and knees, and you're going to fuck me. But with one slight difference. I want you to shove it to me in the ass!"
Larry's mouth dropped open in surprise and his cock jumped to an immediate erection, which brought an immediate smile to Cindy's face. "First," she said, "we've got to get that piece of meat wet, so it'll slip in easily. And the only thing I have to wet it with is my tongue. Might you be interested in getting my ass a little wetter-the same way?"
Larry shook his head emphatically, which caused Cindy to giggle. "Okay, if you don't want to," she said with a pout. "But we're gonna have to get it wet some way, so you'll just have to use your fingers. I want you to get it good and wet that way, then get your cock in there a little ways to get it wetter."
Without further comment Cindy bent over and took his now rock-hard cock in her mouth, her tongue flicking around the head of it, wetting it with her saliva. Then she stopped, looked at him with a smile, and turned away, getting onto her hands and knees on the bed. Reaching back with her hands, resting most of her weight on her forehead, she spread the cheeks of her ass wide, giving Larry a good look at the tight little rosebud of her asshole.
The young man had expected a really wild evening for his money-that was why he had saved for it for so long-but this was more than he had expected in his wildest dreams. There didn't seem to be anything these girls weren't prepared to do.
He wet his fingers and massaged saliva around and into Cindy's anus, and when he could contain himself no longer he got onto his knees and guided the head of his cock into the hole, watching unbelievingly as the head of it pushed the tight pucker open, sliding in until the anal sphincter closed tight around the rim behind the head of his cock. He shoved it gently in and out, in and out, watching the purple head of his cock appear and disappear. He wet his cock with more saliva from his hand, then shoved a little harder, watching and feeling as his cock slipped smoothly into her, deeper and deeper until his belly was pressed tight against her buttocks. Cindy wiggled, then sighed, "Yes, yes, that's it. Fuck me. Fuck me!"
Larry pushed his cock in and out of her ass slowly at first, but as he saw his entire shaft sliding between the cheeks of her ass, and felt the rectal walls becoming moist from his own lubrication, he grabbed her hips and began thrusting harder and faster.
"Yes!" she cried. "That's it. That's right. Fuck my ass, baby!" Larry bent forward to get more leverage, thrusting at her harder and harder, pulling out almost all the way, then thrusting forward again, shoving his cock in all the way, his balls slapping wetly against her dripping pussy, her anal sphincter gripping the entire length of him, sucking at him, bearing down on him, and he could feel the strong tightness of her asshole move along every fraction of an inch of his cock, from the very tip of the head all the way to the base, with each thrust.
Cindy knew how to control her rectum, squeezing then releasing, moving her ass around in little circles to put side pressure on Larry's cock. And while he was pumping away she had brought one hand under her and was busy massaging her clit, bringing herself closer and closer to orgasm.
Then it wasn't close anymore. It was there, and as the fire poured through her body her muscles tightened in a spasm of pleasure that pulled Larry's cock even deeper into her ass, setting off his own orgasm. Floods of hot come ejaculated onto the throbbing walls of her rectum, and Cindy fell forward onto her stomach, taking Larry with her, still pumping his cock in and out of her ass, his seminal fluid making the pumping even easier, even better, until with a final gasp he was done. He rolled over, pulling his cock, rubbed bright red, from Cindy's ass, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his face bathed in sweat.
He was still in a stupor, barely able to dress himself, when the girls dropped him off on a deserted corner in Fair Oaks, only a block from where they had picked him up. Cindy smiled down at him as the motorhome pulled away from the curb, and he tried to wave. The wave stopped halfway up, though. He was just too tired to move his arm any farther.
CHAPTER TWO
When the motor-home carrying the three girls returned to downtown Sacramento Lola asked Cindy where she wanted to be dropped off.
"It really doesn't matter," she answered, "since I haven't found a place to stay, yet. Just drop me off near some hotels or motels."
"You're kidding." Lola said. "You mean you don't have an apartment or anything?"
"Nope."
"Then where are your clothes and everything?" Shirley asked from the back of the motorhome.
"Down at the bus station," Cindy answered. "In a locker."
"Look," Lola said, "you don't have to answer this if you don't want to, since it's sort of personal But this was your first time, wasn't it?"
"What do you mean?" Cindy asked.
"Your first trick. Your first job as a hooker."
Cindy looked over at the blonde behind the wheel, blushing a little. "Yes, it was. I didn't know that's the kind of 'hostess' the ad had in mind, or I don't think I would have applied."
"It didn't seem to slow you down much back there with the tiger, whatever his name was," Shirley said.
"His name was Larry," Cindy answered. "And besides, once we were there, I really couldn't back out. Could I?"
"Other girls have, honey," Lola said.
"Well, I didn't. Besides, I sort of dug it I mean, there wasn't anything there I haven't done before, but still, it was, well, different."
"Well, that's- one way of describing it," Lola said with a chuckle. "Anyway, we can't have you wandering around on the streets looking for someplace to stay. Not if you're going to team up with us." She raised an eyebrow, waiting to see whether Cindy's first night as a hooker was also going to be her last.
Cindy sat there thinking for a moment, then looked at Lola. "It was fun, and I doubt if I could find another job that pays as well. So why not?"
"That settles it, then," Lola said. "You'll stay with me for the time being-or for as long as you like, actually."
"Oh, I couldn't," Cindy said.
"Sure you can."
"But I'd be imposing. And besides, the lack of privacy ..."
"Don't worry about it. I'm used to having a roommate. The only reason I don't have one now is because my last one suddenly decided to marry one of the Johns. The rent on the place is three hundred a month, and we'll split it, prorating it on a day-by-day basis. Unless you decide to move in permanently."
"Gee, thanks," Cindy said, relief in her voice. She hadn't been too happy about the idea of trying to find a hotel room in the middle of the night in a strange city.
They dropped Shirley off in the Oak Park section of town, then ran out the freeway for another ten minutes to the residential area where Lola lived. Cindy had been expecting an apartment, but it turned out that Lola had a very large, and very nice house in a quiet suburb, When they got there Lola didn't bother showing Cindy around, though. She realized that the younger girl was dead on her feet, showed her where the bathroom was, lent her some toilet articles, promising to run into town the first thing in the morning to pick up Cindy's suitcase, then led her to the guest bedroom. Five minutes later Cindy was fast asleep.
The next morning Cindy woke up confused, unable for several minutes to recall where she was, or how she had gotten there. Then, suddenly, it all came back to her, and she stretched lazily, smiling at the memories of what the three of them had done to that young man the night before.
When she stuck her head out of her bedroom, five minutes later, she smelled coffee from the kitchen. She pulled a borrowed robe around her shoulders and followed her nose, remembering only vaguely from the night before where everything was in the house.
"Hi," Lola said when Cindy stuck her head into the kitchen. "How are you feeling this morning?"
"Fine, much to my surprise. Still a little tired, though. That was quite a night we had."
"All in a night's work, my girl. All in a night's work." Lola laughed, reaching up into the cupboard for a coffee cup. "You ready for some breakfast?"
"Not yet, thanks," Cindy said, accepting a cup of coffee and shaking her head at the offered sugar and cream. "I'd rather get a shower first, if I may."
"Sure. I was just about to take mine, too, so we'll have breakfast together, later, then go into town to get your clothes."
"Fine," Cindy said, picking up her clothes and heading for the shower.
Then, minutes later, feeling much better, and even more relaxed after a very hot shower, Cindy stepped out of the stall, then stopped suddenly when she found Lola sitting on a stool in front of the mirror, brushing her hair. She was startled for a minute, then reached across the smiling girl for the bath towel she had left hanging on a door hook.
"Hey, you've got quite a body there, kid," Lola said with a laugh.
"You really think so?" Cindy asked, pleased at the compliment.
"Just look in the mirror," Lola answered. "I could tell you were built last night, but in the low lights we have in the motorhome didn't realize just how well built."
Cindy finished drying, wiped the steam from the mirror, and sat down on the toilet seat to begin brushing her hair, her firm young breasts bouncing with the vigor of her brush strokes. Lola got up from her stool and began undressing. "I'll take my shower now," she said, "unless you'd rather I waited for you to finish?"
"No, go ahead," Cindy said, leaning back to give Lola room to get by. Lola stepped into the shower, turned it on, and Cindy went back to brushing her hair.
Almost imperceptibly the strokes of the brash slowed as Cindy, relaxed from the warmth of the shower, began to doze. She didn't even notice when Lola shut the water off in the shower and opened the stall door. She woke up in a hurry, though, when Lola leaned over and licked her tongue across one of her nipples.
"What are you doing?" she asked as she quickly pulled away.
"Just trying to show you how much I like you," Lola said. "There isn't anything wrong with that, is there?"
"That's a funny way to show someone you like them. At least this someone. I'm afraid I'm not into the lesbian scene."
"I'm not either," Lola said.
"But ... "
"But I kissed your breast, and that's a lesbian thing. Right?"
"Well," Cindy said uncertainly, "I've always thought of that sort of thing as being lesbian."
"It could be, I guess," Lola admitted, "but I don't think of it that way. I mean, when I think of lesbians, I think of some big butch dyke and her/his skinny little girlfriend. And I think you'll have to admit that neither description fits me."
"No, if doesn't," Cindy said with a smile. "Have you ever tried ... tried, ah, making love lo a woman, though? I mean, the way they talk about it in books?" Cindy had thought of herself as a sophisticated young woman, and she certainly knew just about everything there was to know about heterosexual sex, but she had never been exposed to any form of lesbianism, and the subject was embarrassing to her.
"Yes, I have," Lola answered. "But it isn't the way they say it is in books and in all those dirty jokes and so on. Love between two women can be really beautiful Making love to men is nice, it's great, there's nothing like it. But making love to a woman is something entirely different, something really heavy. Only a woman can really understand the way another woman feels. Let me show you."
Lola bent over her again, running her tongue-tip around the edge of Cindy's nipple, then put a little sucking kiss right on the end of it. At first Cindy's body tensed up, but the shudder of excitement that passed through her very being was like nothing she had ever felt before. Not just the excitement of being kissed on her nipple, as many men had kissed her before, but a kiss with the added excitement of the tenderness with which Lola did it, and the quick thrill of doing something which all her past training said was wrong.
Lola settled down on her haunches, facing Cindy, and put her arms around the seated girl. She brought her lips down in a kiss that was more tender than Cindy had imagined a kiss could be. It went on and on, with their tongues just barely brushing together, then Lola brought one hand up to caress Cindy's breast, and she felt a flood of pure sexual excitement thunder through her body.
Cindy's arms went around Lola, and when they did Lola began to press harder and harder against her, her lips crushing against Cindy's, their tongues darting in and out and around each other. Finally the kiss broke, Lola pulled her head back, smiled at Cindy, then dropped her head again, her lips kissing and sucking at Cindy's left nipple. Cindy felt one hand pressing between her thighs, and she started to speak, but before she could get a word out Lola left her breast and again pressed their lips together, her tongue searching deep within Cindy's mouth.
Lola moved one of her hands upward, rubbing it lightly across Cindy's belly, then she sent it down into the hair between Cindy's legs. She kept kissing the seated girl with more passion, passion that Cindy returned in full measure as Lola's fingers entwined in the patch of pubic hair, tugging slightly, sending little shocks of pain/pleasure through Cindy's body. Cindy brought her hands up and began to fondle Lola's breasts, just as Lola had fondled hers, and even more of that curious new excitement began to pour through her system.
Lola's breasts felt so warm and full and soft that Cindy just had to kiss them. She broke their tongue-locked kiss and then began to suck madly on one of Lola's nipples. She could feel Lola's breath coming faster and faster, the same as hers, then one of Lola's fingers slid into her, deep into her cunt, and it felt so good that she involuntarily arched her back, almost pushing Lola back onto the bathroom floor.
Lola got up without saying a word, took Cindy's hand, lifted her off the toilet seat, then led her out into the living room and over to the couch. Using her hands to guide Cindy's faltering steps she laid her down on the couch, putting her legs up and removing the cushions to give her room to stretch out. Lola looked down at Cindy for a few seconds, then knelt on the floor next to the couch and began showering kisses all over her stomach and thighs, at the same time running her hands up and down inside Cindy's thighs. One finger went back into Cindy's now soaking cunt, and without conscious thought the prone girl spread her legs wide.
When Cindy spread her legs Lola shot her head forward like a striking snake, her finger pulled out of Cindy's cunt, and her tongue shot in, wiggling and turning, sliding in and out, moving up to tickle the distended knob of Cindy's clitoris, then back in again, the most tender, exciting tool of love that Cindy had ever felt inside her always-willing body. Lots of men had used their tongues on Cindy-it was one of her favorite ways of getting off-but none had ever managed to excite her as Lola was exciting her. Cindy could hear herself moaning and feel her body twisting about on the couch as the excitement climbed towards a peak that could only have one end.
Cindy's hands sought out Lola's body, and the next thing Cindy knew Lola, was up on the couch with her, her legs on either side of Cindy's shoulders, her blond hair and wetly gleaming slit only inches from Cindy's face. Cindy turned her head to kiss the inside of Lola's thigh, then turned the other way to kiss the other side. Lola's tongue was driving Cindy right out of her mind, it felt so good, and Cindy slid her tongue deep into Lola's pussy, as deeply as she could, wiggling the tip of It around inside, the same way Lola was doing to her, and soon with the same effect.
When Cindy started in on the pussy) her, Lola's legs squeezed her head, and Lola began to move her tongue in and out of Cindy's cunt faster and faster, at the same time starting to play with Cindy's clit with her fingers. Cindy tried to match her speed, grabbing Lola's hips and pulling the girl above her down tight on her face. In seconds Cindy felt the gathering tension and the tremendous burning between her legs that told her she was ready; then every muscle in her body locked in a spasm as she came and came and came, at the same time she felt Lola's body, above hers, shuddering in a matching orgasm and tasted a flood of fluid in Lola's cunt.
Cindy collapsed back on the couch, barely able to breathe, and Lola got up and moved away, Cindy turned her head to see what Lola was up to, and saw her taking something out of the closet Something which had been up on a top shelf, wrapped in a light blue towel.
She came back to the couch and laid the object in the towel on the floor next to it, then sat down next to Cindy again. Her hands reached out to caress Cindy's breasts, their nipples still rock hard, then her lips followed, first brushing Cindy's mouth, then her neck and shoulder.
Lola shifted her seat on the couch slightly, then kissed each of Cindy's nipples, flicking at them with her tongue, moving on to the other, then back to Cindy's neck. Cindy felt a new wave of sexual arousal building in her body, and she shifted her position to allow Lola to once again spread her thighs apart. Lola moved around until she was kneeling between Cindy's feet, brought her head forward and kissed the inside of each of Cindy's thighs, then slipped her tongue back into Cindy's cunt, tasting the hot sexuality of the younger girl.
Waves of heat were washing back and forth like some sort of sexual tide in Cindy's body as Lola shot her tongue in and out and around, and she began to squirm a little, unable to control her body. Lola's hands went under Cindy, cupping the cheeks of her ass and lifting them off the couch, and as Lola's tongue moved faster and faster Cindy felt one sharp fingernail probing at her asshole, then wiggling inside, pumping to match the actions of Lola's busy tongue.
The things Lola was doing were turning Cindy on all over again, and as she felt herself nearing another climax she brought her hands down to Lola's head, running her fingers around inside the blonde's ears and pressing lightly against the back of her head and neck. Then, without warning, Lola pulled her finger from Cindy's ass and her tongue from her cunt, pulling away and standing up.
Lola picked up the towel from the floor, unwrapped it, and Cindy saw that it was a tremendous dildo, gleaming with a thin coat of lubricant. Lola's breath was coming fast and her cheeks were flushed as she quickly strapped it on.
Once she had the straps adjusted just the way she wanted them she climbed back onto the couch, between Cindy's legs. Lola rubbed the dildo against the skin and hair between Cindy's legs for a moment, then, when she felt the head drop a little as it pressed against the vaginal opening, she began to press downwards, and when the dildo started in, Cindy cried out just a bit from the pain that the big plastic cock was causing.
Cindy's cunt spread and spread as that giant tool moved into her, until she began to worry that she was going to tear. She stopped worrying, though, as soon as she had most of it inside her. It felt too good for her to worry about such a minor thing as pain. And she was quickly getting back to the point where she'd be too busy to worry about anything.
Lola shoved it all the way in, deeper than Cindy thought it possible for a cock to penetrate, then began to slide it in and out, her hands once again going underneath Cindy, one finger again sliding deep into Cindy's ass. From Lola's motions, her breathing, her sweating, Cindy knew the woman above her was going to climax at any moment, and she was sure she was going to come right along with her, or not very far behind. It turned out the two girls were right together, and when they started to come Cindy got the surprise of her life.
As Cindy's hips began to jerk in the pure erotic pleasure of her second orgasm of the morning, a sudden electric shock whipped through her cunt, and she jumped almost a foot off the bed, carrying Lola up with her. The shock came again and again, little burning, tearing shocks that drove her to orgasm after orgasm, popping like firecrackers on a string. Lola was letting out little screams right in time with the shocks, and had Cindy been in any shape to notice what was going, on around her she probably would have concluded that Lola was getting the shocks right along with her. And she would have been right.
Later, after their drained bodies had built up a little strength, Lola went into the bathroom for another shower, and Cindy picked up the dildo from the floor to get a closer look at it. Buried inside she found a couple of small batteries, and on both ends she found small, bare wires. One right at the head of the plastic cock, and the other on a small horn which was obviously intended to rub against Lola's clit while she was pumping away. Cindy was still looking at it when Lola came out of the bathroom.
"Forget it," Lola said.
"Huh?"
"I said, forget it. We've both had enough of that thing for one day."
"Oh, I don't know about that," Cindy said with-a smile.
"Well, I do," Lola said, picking up the towel from the floor and reaching for the dildo. "Remember, we've got to work tonight."
"Sorry, I forgot about that. But still ... "
CHAPTER THREE
It was pouring rain when Lola pulled the motorhome in to the curb in front of Shirley's apartment house and honked the horn. Shirley came running out of the building, trying to get across the sidewalk as quickly as possible, and Cindy held the door open for her, pulling her seatback forward to make it easier for the redhead to get in.
"You're almost half an hour late," she complained, "What happened?"
"It was this damn rain," Lola said tersely, watching her outside mirror for a chance to pull out into traffic. "It's got everything all fucked up. Accidents all over the place, and traffic moving at half normal speed."
"We've got a break tonight, anyway," Shirley said, "so it really doesn't matter."
"What do you mean?" Cindy asked.
"They got the schedule screwed up. The John we're on our way to pick up only bought a double, but they assigned him a triple-us. That means one of us doesn't have anything to do except watch."
"Oh, goodie," Lola said. "I can hardly wait."
The rain stopped shortly before they reached the rendezvous. The man they found waiting there was conservatively dressed and in his middle or late fifties. When he saw the motorhome approach he jogged towards them, obviously in a hurry to get inside before it started raining again. He hesitated for a moment when he saw three girls inside, but then shrugged and climbed in, moving immediately to the back of the motor-home, sitting down on the first bed" next to Shirley.
He loosened his tie and took off his hat, shaking a few loose raindrops from it. He leaned forward and threw it back towards the rear bed, and when he did Shirley spread her thighs slightly and smiled at him. He looked down at all the bare flesh she was exposing to him, at the smooth inner thighs bared almost to her crotch by her hiked-up miniskirt, then he glanced up at her, saw her smile, and cleared his throat. "Ah, I think there might have been some mistake." He took an envelope out of his inner coat pocket and hesitantly handed it to Shirley. "I only made arrangements for, ah, two. That is, I only have enough cash with me for two of you."
"That's okay, mister," Shirley said, taking the man's hand and placing it on her inner thigh so that the backs of his fingers were touching her pubic hair. "One of us is just along as an observer. Just to make sure we're doing everything right."
"Oh, I see," the man said, beginning to perspire even though the interior of the motorhome was rather cool.
Shirley leaned forward to whisper in the man's ear. "The girl driving," she said softly, "is a spy for the boss." She forced his hand tightly against her cunt and slipped her left hand across his thigh to grasp the bulge of his erect cock. "If we don't do everything perfectly, she'll demote us back to working the high-school beat."
The man seemed somewhat put off by Shirley's revelation, sitting and staring at the back of Lola's head. Shirley spread her legs wider and pushed his hand tighter against her pussy. Vaguely the fact that she was doing' something registered on the man, since he could feel Shirley's wet cunt lips with his fingers, but he was still fascinated by the idea of having a spy for the boss with them to insure that he was treated right. "Maybe," Shirley said softly, "if you'd move your fingers around a little we could get the show on the road."
"Fingers?" the man said stupidly.
"You know," Shirley said as though she was talking to a little boy. "On my cunt. To get us warmed up. So we can fuck."
"Oh," he said and began massaging her pussy, finally slipping his middle finger slightly between the lips, finding and beginning to massage Shirley's clitoris.
"Oh, yesss," she hissed. "Yes, that's it!" She squeezed his cock. "Do me right, and I'll do you right. I have to, with her here. Otherwise I'll be back with the kids, and you know how they are, They just jump on, then jump off. Like rabbits, They don't even know anything about oral sex, or anal sex, or anything." The man's cock jumped under the pressure of Shirley's hand.
"Don't worry. I'll make sure you get a good grade," the man said.
"Good," Shirley said, leaning back on the bed, supporting her weight on her elbows, letting her skirt ride up to the point where it became obvious she had nothing on under it. She spread her thighs wide, lifting her-pelvis. "Why don't you start by really kissing me?"
Even in the dim light of the motorhome's interior the man could see the lips of Shirley's cunt, framed by silky strands of light red hair. He leaned towards her, running his hand along the insides of her thighs, up towards her cunt. He pushed her skirt up even farther, then ran his hands around the outsides of her thighs, under her, to cup her buttocks, squeezing them.
Shirley brought her legs up and rested them on the man's shoulders. She cupped her hands behind his head and pulled him gently towards her, and the man buried his face in her pussy. Using her legs on his shoulders for leverage, and holding his head down between her thighs, Shirley began humping the man's face. Overcome with passion, the man responded. His tongue darted to her clitoris, slid along the inner lips of her cunt, then, finding the opening of her vagina, plunged into it. Shirley ground her cunt on the man's face, using his nose and chin to further excite her clit. The lips of her pussy rubbed against the lips of his mouth as he worked his tongue feverishly in and out of her cunt. She parted her thighs more, releasing the grip on his head so he'd be able to move on his own, and she began humping faster and faster as his mouth and tongue began to feel searingly hot in her cunt and as the nerve endings began exploding in that buildup which would lead to orgasm in mere seconds.
Shirley humped hard against his tongue, and his tongue kept cadence with her bouncing body, penetrating her pussy deeper and deeper until an electrical charge ran through her and she screamed in orgasm, pushing his head away from her. Her pelvis writhed with the throbbing contractions of her cunt. Her body stiffened, arched, twisted about until she was drained. Her buttocks relaxed in his cupped hands and she fell back on the bed, exhausted for the moment.
The man opened his eyes for the first time in quite a while and was surprised to find that the motorhome was no longer moving, and that there was only one girl in the front-the girl who had been driving. He looked around, and was surprised to see Cindy, stark naked, lying on the back bed. He had been so wrapped up in eating Shirley that he hadn't even noticed when she had moved- past him, although in the narrow confines of the motorhome she must have brushed up against him on the way by.
Cindy was lying flat on her back, her legs spread wide, idly masturbating with one finger while watching Shirley and the man. Now she beckoned to him, and he moved quickly back to the rear bed. He sat motionless beside her, running his eyes over her body: firmly,-mounded breasts with nipples already erect, a flat stomach with just a trace of hair below the navel, light brown curls covering a puffy mons, and cunt lips so smooth they looked more like a statue than the real thing. "But you're still dressed," Cindy said.
As though hypnotized, the man said nothing, but began fumbling with his clothes, finally managing to get them off without once taking his eyes off Cindy's body.
Cindy rolled towards him and, as he looked down, her mouth closed over the head of his cock and her lips tightened around the shank of it as her tongue pressed against the head and began to slowly revolve, causing the head to swell even larger as he stiffened with unexpected pleasure. He shifted, a little bit at a time, curling towards her body, reaching out and grasping her buttocks as she continued to work on his cock with her tongue.
Shirley lay down beside them and watched for a few moments. The man ran his hand from the base of Cindy's spine to the crack of her ass. He slipped his fingers into the crack and ran them slowly down until, finding her anus, he began a gentle, circular massage. With his other hand he repeatedly squeezed one cheek of her ass, while Cindy continued to suck on his cock with such force that he could feel the suction clear down to his balls.
He was about to grab Cindy's head in an effort to make her begin sliding her mouth on his cock, instead of just sucking on it, when suddenly Shirley tapped Cindy on the shoulder and Cindy took her mouth from the man's cock and sat up, "Jesus Christ on a broken crutch-don't stop now!" he demanded.
Cindy put her face close to the man's, a beautiful gamin face framed by dark, chestnut brown curls, a smile on her full, sensual lips. "Don't worry," she said. "You'll get to fuck a hot mouth before the night's over, and a lot more, besides."
The man's body was trembling on the verge of an orgasm, but he was still in control of his facilities. "You bet your ass I will, baby. Remember, I'm the person paying for this evening, and what I say, goes."
"And just what are you saying?" Shirley asked.
The man, unprepared for such a direct comeback to his commanding boast, swallowed nervously. "I'm going to do something I've wanted to do for a long time, but never had nerve for before. I'm going to fuck one of you, and I'm gonna get me some brownhole with my tongue from the other one." Cindy looked shocked at his suggestion, but only because it was one of the sexual scenes she dug most, and one very few men cared for.
"Baby," Cindy said, "the customer is always right, and for tonight at least, your wish is our command."
Shirley stretched out on the bed and held her arms out to the man. "Here I am, honey, but if you want me, you're going to have to get me hot, first."
The man shifted over to lie down next to her and kissed her mouth, inserting his tongue between her lips as he ran his hand to her breast, feeling the nipple respond to his touch, and then down her rib cage, across her belly, and down to the light red hair between her legs. For a moment he caressed her mons, then, opening her cunt lips he slid his middle finger into her vagina,
Shirley responded eagerly, pushing her pussy against his hand. He pulled his tongue from her mouth and kissed her face, her neck, and finally took a nipple into his mouth and sucked it while massaging her clitoris with his fingers. Shirley began writhing. "Now" she whispered to him. "Give it to me now!"
Almost reluctantly the man took his mouth from Shirley's breast and got onto his knees. As he crawled between her legs to give her what she was now so hot for Shirley reached up and grabbed his cock, trying to hurry him, and Cindy, with her back to the man, slipped her feet alongside Shirley's arms so that her cunt was suspended above Shirley's face. When the man got into position over Shirley he found that his face was almost touching Cindy's buttocks. Shirley guided the man's cock into her quivering cunt, and Cindy scooted back just a bit, just enough, until she felt her ass come into contact with the man's face, felt his hot breath on the sensitive tissues of her anus.
Cindy began playing with her clit with her right hand, and at the same time she reached back with her left hand and grabbed her left buttock, spreading her ass cheeks wide. The man dropped down, sliding his cock into Shirley's cunt with one deep, smooth stroke, and at the same time he began kissing and licking Cindy's ass. Shirley lifted her hips, timing her movements to get every inch of him inside her body with each thrust. And as the man's cock became wetter and wetter from her lubrication he shoved it in deeper and deeper, slamming it home with a power that had even the massive weight of the motorhome rocking on its springs. Then he took the scene one step further by sliding his stiffened tongue into Cindy's anus hair an inch, curling the tip of it around to tease the muscles and nerves into further relaxation.
Cindy rubbed her clitoris faster, moaning, and pulled the crack of her ass open even wider, dilating her anus until it was open far enough for the man to get his entire tongue inside. Which he immediately did, thrusting between the rectal walls with a force to match his pumping cock.
The man increased the tempo of his thrusts, jamming his swollen cock into Shirley's cunt, his balls banging against her ass with each down thrust. At the same time he drove his tongue as deeply as possible into Cindy's rectum, his lips pressed tight against her anus. Red fire was all he could see behind his closed eyelids, and he could feel a tremendous pressure building in his balls. His cock began throbbing almost painfully as Shirley ground her crotch upwards with each of his downthrusts, and Cindy's sphincter gave way completely, allowing his tongue full penetration into her ass. His tongue assumed the same tempo as his pumping cock, and Cindy felt every little bump on that tongue until, with a sudden raspy cry, she exploded in orgasm, first pressing her ass back even tighter against the man's face, then falling forward on the bed as she momentarily lost control of her muscles as the spasms shook her.
His neck muscles aching and on the verge of cramps, the man dropped his forehead down to rest on Shirley's as he began concentrating all his power into the thrusts of his cock in and out of Shirley's cunt. Propping himself up on one elbow he slipped his other hand beneath her, cupping her ass and lifting her even further off the bed.
Shirley pulled her legs back so that the man was no longer wedged between her thighs, and his cock sank even deeper into her, until he could feel the tip of it right at the gripping mouth of her uterus. He pumped harder, faster, his balls slapping loudly against her ass, and her vagina began to ripple and contract in viselike spasms as Shirley began a long, drawn-out and very good orgasm. Then it was his turn and Shirley screamed from the added pleasure as his cock flooded hot semen into her, and he pumped into her until he could pump no longer, and they both lay lifelessly, their organs slowly contracting, his in a letdown after a tremendous orgasm, hers in follow-up spasms that were almost like repeated little orgasms. He could feel Shirley's breasts heaving against his chest as she tried to catch her breath, and as his cock shriveled, her cunt contracted, forcing it out of her.
Several minutes later Shirley rolled over and began to dress. A warmth flooded through her body as she moved languidly, pulling her clothes on slowly, her vagina still tender and still throbbing occasionally from the powerful orgasm which had ripped through it.
The man sat up, propping himself against the side wall of the motorhome, wondering if he should get dressed as well. For the moment, though, his energy was entirely spent, and he could do nothing but lie there.
Cindy, figuring that the man had spent a lot of money and was entitled to more than just one fucking, moved over in front of where he was sitting and took his cock in her hand, reaching in back of it with her other hand to fondle his balls. When she felt no response to her actions she bent forward and took his limp member into her mouth, sucking on it, rolling it around with her tongue, trying to bring it back to life. There was no response, and in a minute she gave up on it, sitting back and staring down at it in puzzlement.
"It's no use," the man said. "I thought I'd be able to go longer, too, but you two just drained me. And, after all, I'm not exactly a teenager."
Cindy was obviously disappointed, and was on the point of saying something when Lola called her forward into the driver's compartment. Quickly grabbing her clothes Cindy rolled off the bed then padded forward along the narrow aisle, dropping into the passenger's seat and accepting an already lit cigarette from Lola.
"Give him a break," the blonde said.
"Huh?"
"I said give him a break," she repeated. "He's too old to keep up with someone your age, and if you bug him about it, remind him that you're still hot to make it and he can't do a thing about it, you'll only make him feel bad."
"But I am still hot. And I do want someone to fuck me. After all, all I got was a tongue in the ass. Not that it wasn't good. It was great. But it's only an appetizer, and now I'm ready for the main course."
"But you're forgetting one thing," Lola said, looking at Cindy with a somber look.
"What's that?" Cindy asked.
"We're not here to take care of you. Your pleasure isn't a factor. He paid his money to get his rocks off, not yours. And if you make him feel bad, after giving him what he paid for, he's not going to come back. And that's not the way we play the game. Understand?"
"Uh ... yeah," Cindy said with a rueful smile. "I guess I just forgot."
Lola was right. There was tomorrow night. Tonight, now, and a phone call in the middle of the afternoon from the Boss, whom Cindy had never met and who was never mentioned by name, told them that it was going to be a special night. One so special that they were going to have to add an extra girl to the crew. They were told her name, Irene, where to pick her up, and where to pick up the men-two of them.
Cindy and Lola left home right on schedule with the motorhome, picked up Shirley, then headed for Irene's place, where they received quite a shock. They pulled up in front of the apartment building where Irene lived, almost directly across the street from the Capitol building, but didn't see any of the girl who should have been waiting. Then Irene stepped out of the shadows, and it became obvious why they hadn't been able to see her. Irene was almost midnight black, dressed in a black skintight satin dress that showed off to perfection her Junoesque figure. A black Amazon, but one who violated the legend of the Amazons with every step she took. Never before had any of the girls in the van seen a woman who radiated such pure, powerful, undisguised sex appeal.
"Irene?" Cindy asked as the black girl bent to climb into the motorhome.
"That's me. This the fabled fastest fuck on four wheels?"
"That's us. I'm Cindy, the driver is Lola, and the lazy redhead in back is Shirley. You ready for a party?"
"Honey," Irene said in a slow drawl as she moved back onto the front bed, "I'm always ready for a party."
"Good," Lola said, speaking for the first time. "Because from what I understand we've got a real pair of cocksmen coming aboard tonight."
"Repeat customers?" Irene asked.
"That's what I hear," Lola answered. "I've never met them, though. I think they've spent all their time in the Gardenland house, and decided to try us tonight just because we're different."
"Different?" Irene asked, looking up in surprise.
"The motorhome," Shirley explained.
"Oh," Irene said, a slight trace of disappointment in her voice. "I thought you might mean you did something different."
"Sister," Lola said without taking her eyes off the road, "we don't know anything different. If you know of anything different, anything we haven't already tried, we'd sure appreciate you letting us in on it. Why, we've added nine new chapters to the Kama Sutra already, and have just flat run out of ideas."
"Well, I'll have to think about it for a while," she said, leaning back on the bed and taking a file out of her purse, and started in on the nails of her right hand. "Who knows, though. Maybe we'll be able to teach each other a few things."
Minutes later Lola pulled the motorhome to a brief stop in front of a service station. Two men got out of a parked Cadillac a few hundred feet away, walked back, and climbed in the door Cindy was holding open for them.
"Hi," the first guy said brightly as he-climbed into the motorhome. "I'm Bill, and my partner here is Paul."
"Hi, Bill and Paul," Cindy said. "Welcome to Flight 69, the best six-way orgy in town."
"Six-way orgy?" Bill said, stopping halfway into the motorhome, looking puzzled.
"That's the way it adds up, doesn't it? Four of us and two of you. That makes a six-way where I came from."
"Hold it a minute," Paul said, speaking for the first time as he shoved Bill on into the motorhome and climbed in himself, "I think you've got the wrong idea."
"You did ask for four girls, didn't you?" Lola asked him as she pulled out from the curb.
"Yes, we did. But we aren't really into orgies. We usually line up four girls at a time over at the house in Gardenland, too. But for variety, not for increased action. We like two girls each, but one at a time."
"Okay," Cindy said, "if that's the way you want it, I guess you're the boss. You're gonna be missing out on a good thing, though."
Cindy introduced the two men to the rest of the girls, then asked them which two they'd like to start with. Bill picked Shirley, and much to her surprise considering the competition, Paul picked her.
Cindy got up from the seat after Bill had passed, and Paul slipped his arm around her waist, leading her back to the front bed. Lola, looking a bit unhappy with the arrangements, squeezed by them to take Cindy's vacated seat.
Paul started stripping his clothes off, and with much less on, Cindy was already undressed and spread out, her legs wide open, ahead of him. He sat down on the bed next to her after standing briefly to pull off his shorts and trousers, his hands reaching out to caress Cindy's firm, rosy-tipped breasts. Then his lips were brushing against hers, dropping down to trail across her neck and shoulder.
Cindy didn't have the slightest idea of what kind of sex Paul preferred, so she just lay there, moving very little, letting Paul take the lead. Paul shifted his position on the bed slightly, then kissed each of her nipples, flicking at them with the tip of his tongue, moving on as soon as they began to harden with desire, a desire that was beginning to send a series of warm flashes through Cindy's body.
Cindy let herself drift, savoring the sexual arousal that was starting to wash through her body, then Paul moved slightly again, rolling his body around until he was kneeling between Cindy's feet. He brought his head down and forward, his face unclear in the dim light from the hooded lamps at the front of the motorhome's interior, and kissed the inside of each of Cindy's thighs, then slid his stiffened tongue deep into her cunt.
Heat began to flood through Cindy's body in earnest as Paul shot his tongue in and out and around, and she began to squirm a little on the smooth surface of the quilt. His hands went under her, cupping the cheeks of her ass and lifting them off the bed, and as his tongue moved faster and faster she felt one blunt fingernail probing at her anus, pressing for entrance, then wiggling deftly inside, pumping to match the actions of his busy tongue. Cindy had found another asshole freak, and the thought that maybe she might even get a bit more tongue action back there turned her on even more.
Paul's finger and tongue were really getting to Cindy, and as she felt herself slipping nearer and nearer to a climax she brought her hands down to Paul's head, running her fingers around the inside of his ears and pressing lightly against the back of his head, urging his tongue ever deeper into her vagina.
Then, without warning, both his tongue and finger were gone from Cindy's body, and he was moving on the bed, lying on top of her, his weight supported on his elbows, the head of his cock rubbing against the tender flesh and matted wet hair between her legs.
Paul felt his organ drop a little as it pressed against Cindy's vaginal opening, and he began to force it downwards. Cindy's labia spread and spread as Paul's large cock pushed at her, moving into her. Cindy was hot and well lubricated, but even so the size of the cock that Paul was pushing into her hurt her a little. She stopped worrying about it as soon as it was halfway in, though. It felt too good for her to worry about any hurt it might be causing.
The red flood of Cindy's approaching climax was fast filling her mind and body with tides of irresistible passion. She felt as though she were nothing more than a fleshy bag of flaming nerve endings, teased to torment by what Paul was doing to her body.
Paul shoved his rock-hard cock into her and deep, burying it full-length in her gripping vaginal canal, then he pulled it out almost all the way with a sliding, slurping, popping sound as the head broke free of the labia. His hands moved quickly down her legs, under her knees, lifting her upwards until her legs were lying across his shoulders, jackknifing her on the bed. His cock was sliding around, through the hair, across the open, waiting lips of her cunt, and then into those waiting, sucking genital lips.
He let it rest there for a minute, then, once again, he plunged it deep into Cindy's pussy, almost driving her right through the mattress as it spread her tight, tender vaginal tissues suddenly wide open. He shoved it all the way in, farther than Cindy had thought it was possible for a cock to penetrate, then began to slide it slowly in and out, his hands reaching down in front of him, between their straining bodies, one finger reaching between them to tease the excited stub of her clitoris while the other twisted and pulled at a hardened nipple.
From Paul's motions, his speeding up of the pumping action, his breathing, his sweating, Cindy knew that he was going to come at any moment, and that either she was going to be right with him or not far behind. It turned out that she was right with him, and when they both began their orgasms, the harsh grunts that had been escaping from their lips became moans and little cries of pleasure.
When both-of them were finally drained of the twisting and straining of their orgasms, Paul eased his cock from Cindy's still-twitching cunt, moved back away from her, and when he did, Cindy's legs just collapsed on the blanket. She didn't have any strength left in them, or in the rest of her body for that matter. It took all the willpower she could muster to slide over off the bed, making room for Lola, who, during the throes of Cindy and Paul's passion, had managed to find a parking space in a roadside rest, where they were sure no one would bottler them.
Paul had a sort of strange smile on fire face as Lola quickly stripped off her clothes and lay down flat on the bed, almost as if for the first time he knew that he was in complete command of the situation. And one look at his still rock-hard cock showed that he was, indeed, in full command. He almost fell on top of Lola, his cock spearing against and almost drilling a hole in her stomach, and his lips mashing against hers, tongue jamming deep into her mouth.
Paul's hands roamed over Lola's body, first at her breasts, kneading them and pinching and pulling at the already hardened nipples, then between her legs, fingers twisting at her clitoris, then plunging deep into her pussy. He was strong, demanding, almost sadistic in his approach to Lola, and his attack was turning her on more than any man had ever turned her on before.
His lips ground against hers, his teeth biting at her tongue as she slid it into his mouth, then at her lower lip, hard enough for her to taste the salty, hot wetness of blood. His left hand was almost beating at her breast, and he had three stiffened fingers jammed into her vagina, pushing and prodding and pulling with demanding desire.
Paul's lips left Lola's and began to travel down her body, biting as they went. Not gentle love nips, but cannibalistic bites, leaving red tooth marks in the flesh of her neck, her shoulders, her breasts. He stopped at her breasts for a minute to suck a nipple deep into his mouth, chewing on it, filling her body with a pain/pleasure mixture that she couldn't believe she was feeling, a mixture that was bringing her to orgasm before he had even gotten his cock into her.
Then Paul's lips and teeth were moving again, along the ridges of her ribcage, across her belly, damp with sweat, and down through the mat of hair between her legs, pulling at the blond strands with his teeth, pulling many of them out by the roots. His lips kissed at her genital lips, his tongue lapping back and forth between them, then his teeth were biting, nipping, chewing at them, bringing forth a gush of wetness that told him, better than any words she could have used, just how ready she was for the feel of his hard cock inside her.
Paul wasn't ready to stop his licking and biting quite yet, though. His lips and teeth moved on, down under Lola, and as he spread the cheeks of her buttocks with his hands his tongue touched the entrance to her rectum, a move which made Cindy, watching from the front seat, squirm around and reach for her clit with nervous fingers. Paul touched Lola's anus with a loving kiss, nothing like the biting and chewing he had given the rest of her body during his downward passage. Using his saliva as a lubricant he pressed his tongue against her anus, wiggling it around, stiffening it, until it slid through her anal ring and into her rectum.
Then, just as if he were working on her vagina, he began to put a strong suction on her anus, a suction so strong that, as it combined with the rising tide of passion that was flooding through Lola's body, made her feel as though he was going to turn her inside out, pulling her whole body down and out through her asshole.
Even though her hips were raised as much as possible, it was impossible for him to get his face tight against her ass, which kept him from getting his tongue all the way into her rectum. She could feel his saliva dripping and running along the crack between her legs as he fought to get his tongue deeper and deeper into her rectum. Then he gave up, for the moment at least, and pulled away to let Lola roll over onto her stomach.
Once Lola was on her belly, with her legs spread wide and a pillow under her stomach to raise her up off the bed a little, Paul got his face right back down against her ass, and this time his tongue slid in deep, as deep as it would go, and he began to tickle the walls of Lola's rectum with it, flicking the tip of it around to touch first one side, then the other. One finger slid into her vagina, pressing against the back wall, squeezing the rectal tube right around his tongue, and Lola thought for a minute she was going to come right then, it felt so good.
Paul knew she was ready, and Lola could sense from his frantic movements and rapid breathing that he was close to an orgasm, too. He drew away from her, sliding his tongue out of her anus. Lola's face was buried in the pillow, so she couldn't see what he was doing, but she felt it as he changed position slightly on the bed, rocking the mattress a bit. Then there was the wonderful feeling of his hard cock pressing against the flesh of her ass, searching for her anus.
Paul was guiding his cock with his hand, and it went straight to its target. Again, he wasn't gentle with his actions. Once the head of it was against Lola's anus he gave it a shove, a lunge with his entire weight behind it, and drove it through, slamming it deep into Lola's rectum with one swift plunge.
The pain of that big, essentially unlubricated cock tearing through her unrelaxed anus was almost more than Lola could bear, but it was also so wonderful that, in reflex, her body lifted up off the bed, helping him get it into her all the way. It seemed to be filling her, jamming every inch of her body, the head of it reaching all the way up into her stomach, and without him even having to pump she flashed into an orgasm, a tearing climactic release that had her bouncing up and down on the bed in complete ecstasy.
Just when Lola thought it was all over, Paul began to pump his cock in and out of her rectum, and in seconds she was having another orgasms then another. She just couldn't seem to stop coming, not that she wanted to. Then, just as she began her fifth or sixth climax, Paul's cock began to jerk inside her, and a thick, hot stream of seminal fluid flooded into her rectum, and her whole world seemed to fly apart into flaming fragments, like something out of a science fiction movie, as she had a super orgasm.
As Paul's orgasm tore through him, filling him with a combination of heat and cold that was fantastic, he could hear little screams, the grunts and moans that were escaping from Lola's lips in perfect time with his rocking, pumping movements,.
His exploding orgasm seemed to know no end, and again and again he jammed his cock deep into Lola's ass, cramming it in until she felt as though he were trying to get his balls in, too, Until, finally, exhausted, he collapsed on top of her, finished for the evening. It was at least ten minutes before he could raise the strength to pull his rapidly softening cock from her rectum, and several more minutes before he had caught his breath enough to roll off of her.
Meanwhile, in the rear bed, Bill and Shirley were having their own little party, which had started with Bill sitting on Shirley's chest, his cock deep in her mouth.
Shirley had been working on Bill's stiff member for quite, a while, trying to bring him to as orgasm without success, and now she speeded up her tongue-work on his cock, sucking hard, licking at the soft head, biting lightly at the ring of tissue behind the head, tickling his hairy, hanging scrotum with her fingers. Bill was beginning to grunt rhythmically, deep groans coming from all the way back in his stomach, and she knew that he was hearing the same sort grunts and groans from her as she sucked his cock all the way back into her throat.
Shirley was hot and ready, and the fellatio she was performing on Bill was finally bringing him close to an orgasm. She wanted to keep his cock in her mouth forever, but she also wanted the feel of it in her soaking cunt. She wanted his come in her mouth, on her breasts, smeared across her belly, even in her armpits. But most of all she wanted that hot juice in her pussy. She had to have it there, and have it soon, or she was going to start screaming out her frustration.
It wasn't easy for Shirley to convince Bill that he should transfer his cock from her mouth to her cunt, since he really seemed to be digging her tongue action, but she was determined that he was going to put it in the hole it belonged in, and put it there soon. She drew her head back, letting go of his tasty cock, even though it was a fight for her to do so, spread her legs wide, and began pushing at his chest, pushing him down towards the end of the bed.
At first Shirley was worried that she had given Bill the wrong idea with her shove, that he was going to move on down to use his tongue on her cunt, just as she had been using her tongue on his cock, but eventually he got the right idea, got his legs and crotch down between her legs, with the head of his cock pressed tight against the hungry lips of her cunt.
"Stick it to me," she yelled at him, ready to come just from the feel of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. "Don't tease me with it-come on and fuck me. Get that wonderful cock of yours inside me right now. I can't wait any longer. Fuck me NOW!"
Bill slipped the head of his cock through her cunt lips, then stopped for a moment to savor the heat of her body, burning for him with an animal passion. His knob was spreading her lips apart, stretching them wide, tantalizing her until she began to squirm underneath him, rotating her hips, jerking upwards, trying to push herself up onto that hard cock that was poised right in the threshold of her vagina, Shirley wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together behind Bill's ass, and tried to pull his cock into her cunt before she died of impatience. But his muscles were stronger than hers, and he held himself away from her hungry body, continuing to tease her with just the head of his cock.
Bill's muscular chest, pressed against Shirley's full breasts, was causing her nipples to turn hard. They actually hurt just a bit when he took his weight off his arms, dropping onto her, flattening her breasts out. His hands went under her, grabbing hard at the cheeks of her ass and lifting her off the bed. Then his cock slid home? deep into her vagina with one smooth thrust, so deep that his balls were pressed tight against the lips of her pussy, as if he were trying to get them in, too, As Bill jammed his cock into Shirley, his lips locked on hers, their tongues blending wetly, shooting back and forth from mouth to mouth. He sucked hard on her mouth, pulling the breath from her lungs, then he yanked his lips away from hers and began to pump his rock-hard and aching cock in and out-of her cunt, sliding it smoothly up and down inside of her, running the full ten inches he was equipped with in and out with each stroke.
Shirley, loving sex above all else, had learned early in her career how to use her body, how to control the muscles in her vagina. Muscles that many women don't even know they have. She used those muscles on Bill's pumping organ, grabbing it, squeezing it, rubbing it, milking it down with each stroke he made.
Shirley kept her hips in constant motion, moving them around in little circles to put the maximum pressure on Bill's cock, pumping up and down in time with his thrusting, pressing her wet crotch against him with each down-stroke to smear her juices all over his hairy crotch. She could smell the hot, musky odor of her vagina, and she knew that the smell was adding to his movements, turning him on even more, making it even better for him and bringing him closer to his climax. Closer to the time he would be pumping that wonderful hot juice into her thirsty cunt.
"That's it, Bill baby. Fuck me. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Shirley screamed. She gritted her teeth, willing her orgasm to hurry, to come quickly. Bill seemed to want to hold off, though, to slow things down and even though she fought against it with all her strength, he pulled back, sliding his cock out of her vagina, resting for a minute above her while her body screamed for him to keep up his pumping, to get that wonderful cock back inside of her, working away, bringing her to the plateau of sexual excitement she wanted so badly, the orgasm she had bees waiting for now what seemed like years.
"Don't torture me you son-of-a-bitch! Get it back in there you bastard! Shove it in! I need It NOW!!!" A smile crossed Bill's face, and he gave her what she was screaming for, now that he had regained a measure of control, slowed the approach of his own orgasm.
Bill dropped his body back down over Shirley's, his cock sliding easily back into the sopping wet hole-that was her vagina, pushing all the way in again until she felt as though the head of his cock were all the way up in her stomach, probing for her lungs. She thought that if he had come right then he would have blown the top of her head off, or the juice would have shot out of her throat, it felt like he was in so deep.
Again his ass began to rise and fall as he pumped his cock in and out of her vagina, and her body matched his motions, pulling away from him until only the massive head of his organ was between the lips of her pussy, holding them open, then thrusting quickly upward to get the full length of his meat inside of her again.
Bill's body moved faster and faster, and his hands finally left the cheeks of her ass, where his fingernails had been digging holes in her flesh and were now beginning to roam them all over her body, pinching and kneading and feeling, squeezing her tits, tickling the insides of her ears, scratching at her shoulders. He tried to get his head down far enough to suck on one of her nipples, but he couldn't do it without pulling his cock out of her cunt, and that she wouldn't allow him to do. Instead he settled for rubbing her breasts and pinching the nipples between his fingers, without ever missing a stroke with his cock as he played with her willing body.
Shirley began to feel as though she couldn't breathe. The air was gasping in and out of her lungs, but none of it seemed to be getting into her system. Bill's cock, sliding in and out of her vagina, seemed to be setting her entire body on fire, and his fingers, pinching and kneading her nipples, felt so good that they began to make her nipples ache, the painful pleasure shooting through her body, down past her stomach, between her legs to mingle with the flood of sensual sensations that were gushing outward through her body as his cock reamed in and out of her cunt.
Above her Bill's eyes were shut, his face flushed and his chest heaving with the effort of his breathing, short, rasping breaths that seemed to be torn, one by one, from his throat. She could see the muscles in his chest and shoulders tensing, and she knew from the way he was jamming his cock in and out of her, faster and faster, that he wag close to coming, close to shooting that hot load of seminal fluid that she wanted so badly to feel deep in her quivering vagina.
A cold shudder seemed to pass through Shirley's body, a shudder that suddenly changed to a burning-hot set of the shakes, spreading upward from her crotch, through her body, titillating every nerve ending, then shooting out through every pore in her skin like millions of tiny, white-hot needles.
Shirley no longer had any conscious control over her body as it stiffened - went limp - then stiffened again, and suddenly everything inside of her seemed to be pouring out through her pussy in one blazing wave as she came and came and came. At the same time Bill's fingernails dug painfully into her shoulders and she felt his cock expanding inside her, then gushing a flood of hot cream into her vagina, filling her with his juice until she thought she was going to explode.
Shirley thought the whole thing was wonderful, great that she should get such a kick from her work, and she fell back on the bed, completely exhausted for the moment. She started to use her hands to urge Bill to roll off her so she could catch her breath, but then, to her great surprise, she found that he wasn't finished yet.
Bill pulled his still hard cock out of her cunt and then turned around on the bed, moving very quickly, and dropped his head between her legs. Shirley had thought that she was completely drained, at least for a while, but she soon found out differently. Bill began lapping away at the juice, both his and hers, that had run across Shirley 's full thighs, and as he cleaned the soft, white skin he moved, his mouth closer and closer to her cunt, and the closer he moved, the hotter Shirley got. The orgasm she had just had was one of the best she had ever experienced, and now it looked like he was going to take her to another one right away, this time with his tongue.
Bill's tongue finally reached the lips of Shirley's pussy, licking away at them, then his lips locked on her flesh and he sucked hard on her vagina, pulling the flesh partially inside out, draining the juice that was still inside her into his mouth. Shirley was squirming around on the blanket again, her body full of stabbing pins and needles, like her limbs were just coming back to life after being asleep. She was tossing her head back and forth, moaning with rising passion, when she noticed that Bill's cock, pressed against the bed only inches from her face, was still hard.
She knew what he wanted, so she gave it to him. She reached over with her hand, grabbed his hard cock, and pulled on it, pulling his body up over hers until they were in the sixty-nine position with him on top. She directed his cock towards her mouth, and when he felt the head of it touch her lips, he didn't wait for her to suck it in. He jammed downwards with his hips, using his meat to force her mouth open, and shoved his cock all the way into her mouth until she was choking on it.
Unable to breathe, Shirley frantically pushed up on Bill's stomach, and he lifted just a little, just enough to let his meat slide out to where her lips were around the knob at the end. At the same time he dug his tongue deeper into her vagina, flashing it in and out, scraping the walls of her pussy as he searched for more juice. His chin was pressing against her clitoris, the fine bristles of his sprouting facial hair teasing and torturing it.
Again Bill slammed his cock down deep into Shirley's mouth, cutting off her breath, and this time she began to gag, feeling as though she was going to throw up at any second. This time he didn't hold it there, though, but began to pump it in and out, hard, beating at her head with his body.
The convulsive movements of her throat as she tried to throw up must have been doing something to his cock, because after four or five hard, fast strokes his cock began to jump around in her mouth with a life of its own, and then it was shooting a thick stream of slippery come down her throat. Some of it got into Shirley's lungs, because as experienced as she was, Bill had taken her by surprise and completely overpowered her, and that made her gag even worse. But then, suddenly, she no longer cared. She was coming again! Her body was on fire, and the fire was pouring out of her pussy, around that lapping tongue of Bill's. It seemed as though every muscle in her body was locked in a cramp, and through the wall of sexual feeling that was roaring through her brain, she felt her body flopping around on the bed, bouncing up and down like a fish out of water.
This time, when they had finally"both stopped coming, Bill was through. His cock lost its stiffness while it was still deep in Shirley's mouth, and finally she was able to swallow, to rid her mouth of the wonderful taste of his come and the terrible taste of her sour stomach juices.
"Hey, man. What about me?" Shirley's eyes snapped open as she looked over towards the edge of the bed. Irene was squatted there in the aisle, like some kind of African goddess, completely forgotten by Shirley and Bill in their sexual frenzy.
"Oh, shit!" Bill said. "I'm sorry, Irene. I got so wrapped up with what's-her-name here I just forgot all about there being two of you."
"What's-her-name?" Shirley said indignantly. "Why ... "
"Shush, woman," Bill said with a smile, "or I'll shut you up-my way."
"Do it! Do it!" Shirley said eagerly.
"Not now," he said. "Irene's got a problem, too."
"So what are you going to do about it?" Irene demanded. "Just let me sit here and play with myself?"
Bill just smiled and shook his head, and Irene saw a small stirring motion go through the length of his soft cock. Bill wasn't through yet.
Irene stood up, stretched, then climbed onto the bed, dropping to her knees in front of Bill, wrapping her hand around his cock, and in seconds it was as stiff as a piece of iron again. She smiled, then beat her head, and kissed the head of it.
Bill let out a big, slow groan, then his hands went down to the back of Irene's head, his fingers sliding through her wiry black hair, pushing down. Irene opened her full lips wide and let his cock slide easily between them, tasting the salty flavor of mixed sweat and seminal fluid, and smelling the musky scent of his sexual excitement and the leftover smell of Shirley's multiple orgasms.
Bill kept pushing down steadily on Irene's head, and she kept letting more and more of his tasty cock slide into her mouth, feeling the gnarled texture of it with her tongue, sucking on it to get more of that salty taste out of the end of it. In a couple of seconds she felt the swollen head of his cock pressing at the back of her mouth, and she was sure that she couldn't swallow any more of it. She was wrong, though. She was just about to learn all about deep throat from a man who had a habit of driving his cock all the way into whatever hole it happened to get stuck into.
Bill stopped with his shaft that far into Irene's mouth for a minute, easing his pressure on the back of her head, and she began to suck hard on his organ, using every bit of power in her lungs. Then, with a quick, hard shove Bill forced her head down still further, and the end of his cock slipped past that little gag-thingie at the back of her mouth and deep into her throat, with her lips pressed firmly into the hair at the base of his stiff root.
For a couple of seconds Irene thought she was going to throw up all over him, then she began to get scared because she couldn't breathe anymore. Just as she was on the point of panicking he again eased his pressure on the back of her head, and the knob of his cock popped out of her throat and into her mouth again.
Irene took a couple of deep, shuddering breaths of air, let his cock slide out until her lips were wrapped around the soft ring at the back of the head, and then he urged her head down again. Once again she let his organ slide all the way to the back of her mouth, but when he pushed her down forward, forcing his cock into her throat, she was ready for it and she didn't gag.
Irene was really getting going on his cock when she felt someone or something in back of her, and for a moment she thought that he was going to play with her cunt while she sucked him off. Then she realized that, from where she was kneeling on the bed in front of him, there was no way he could reach down between her legs from behind. Startled, she took her lips off his cock for a second and looked back over her shoulder to see what was going on.
There, between her legs, was Shirley, her face pressed deep into Irene's crotch. Her busy tongue slipped into Irene's hole, twisting around, tickling the inside of it and starting a new wetness that felt good and told Irene that soon she was going to have to get something better than a tongue in there.
Once again Irene went to work on Bill's cock, sucking it into her mouth, playing with the head of it with her tongue, massaging the shaft with the inside of her cheeks. He really must have loved what she was doing, because soon he was gasping for breath and grunting and groaning like he was in pain. He sounded like he was working real hard, and Irene hoped it wasn't too-hard. She didn't want him to come too soon even if he was the customer.
Bill's cock seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, swelling inside Irene's mouth, and then it was pumping a third load of hot juice, pumping it this time down Irene's throat, almost choking her. She swallowed convulsively again and again, to keep that juice from flooding into her lungs, and with a bit of shock she realized that she was going to come herself, from Shirley's tongue. As her body clamped down on Shirley's face she sucked even harder on Bill's cock, trying to get all of his juice out of him and into her mouth, and at the same time Shirley was sucking just as hard on her vagina, combining her sucking with flashing her tongue in and out of Irene like a little cock, massaging her clit between strokes, and making Irene's orgasm a wonderful, fire-filled experience.
When Irene had the last of Bill's juice sucked out of his cock she let it slide out of her mouth, licking the head of it clean with her tongue, then she settled back on her buttocks, wondering if Bill had anything left in him. Shirley started to beat on her back, since she had the redhead's face pinned under her, and she hurriedly sat up for a moment to let the smaller girl escape.
Irene found that she needn't have worried about Bill. His cock didn't even start to get soft, but she didn't know how long that situation would last, so she decided that she'd better take the initiative, rather than wait to see if he was going to do anything more on his own.
Irene gave the head of Bill's gleaming organ another big kiss, then she looked up at his smiling face, hoping that he had just a bit more in him. She shifted around on the bed, ending up with her legs over the top of Bill's legs, their black lengths wrapped his waist. His stiff cock was only inches away from her hungry hole, inches that she could close up just by tightening her legs around his waist, pulling herself onto him.
Irene kept her fingers wrapped around the shaft of his cock and began to rub it up and down the length of her slit, covering the head of it with shiny juice from her hole, getting both of them a lot hotter. Soon she had that feeling that told her she was right on the verge of a climax. She wanted another climax, wanted it badly, but she wanted to hold off for a couple of minutes to get the full enjoyment from the feel of his organ in her body.
Irene let the head of Bill's cock slide a fraction of an inch into her vaginal opening, and it felt so good that when it was in the right place she leaned forward and locked her lips on his searching the inside of his mouth with her tongue. As they kissed she slowly tightened her legs around his middle, pulling her body close to his, sliding her wet vagina over the hot shaft of his cock.
Irene's cunt spread and spread and Bill's cock slid slowly into her. Every so often, when the feeling got really good, she would relax the pressure of her legs for a second, stopping the advance to get the full feeling from what she was doing. It seemed to her that this went on for hours, then she felt the smooth tickling of his pubic hair brushing against the wide-spread lips of her vagina. He was in her all the way, and it felt wonderful.
The heat from his cock was spreading all through her body in powerful waves, and the fire that was crashing through her body turned all her muscles to jelly, making it impossible for her to pump back and forth on Bill's stiff cock.
Bill took charge, grabbing Irene's hips and sliding her away from him, his cock slipping out of her vagina, then he pulled her forward again to bury his meat in her. Back and forth he pushed her, until she regained control enough to start the motion moving herself. When that happened Bill's hands left her hips and his fingers began to roam over her breasts, teasing and pinching her nipples, caressing her with the gentlest of love-touches, driving her right out of her mind.
Irene had forgotten all about Shirley again, but soon the redhead reminded her that she was still there. She again felt a presence behind her, then Shirley's lips were touching the soft and tender skin at the base of Irene's spine, her tongue running through the soft black hair there. Shirley's teeth pulled gently at the hair, then her lips began to move slowly downward, pressing against the skin of Irene's buttocks, her tongue probing gently into the crack.
Irene didn't know just what Shirley was doing back there, but she knew that it felt awfully good, and fit right in with what she was doing to Bill's cock. Shirley began to move her head back and forth to keep time with Irene's pumping on Bill's cock, a rhythm she managed with no apparent trouble. Then her fingers were busy next to her lips, spreading the cheeks of Irene's ass apart to let her tongue probe deep into the crack between her buttocks.
Irene's mind was more on the feel of Bill's cock inside her vagina than on what Shirley was doing, but this changed quickly when Shirley slipped the tip of her pointed tongue into Irene's anus. It was like an electric shock went through her, and her body slammed forward against Bill's, slamming his cock all the way into her vagina. Shirley's tongue didn't pull out, though. She followed right along with Irene's forward motion, stabbing it in even deeper when Irene's body was stopped by the man sitting on the bed in front of her.
That strong, forward thrust must have been all that was needed to set Bill off again, because Irene could feel his cock jumping around inside her vagina, pouring another load of his fluid into her. The fire of that hot juice, combined with his cock being buried in her front hole and Shirley's tongue in her back hole, set off Irene's own orgasm.
Her shiny black body shook and shuddered in reaction as waves of pleasure poured through her, and then, too soon, she felt it coming to an end. Irene assumed that, after all he had been through, Bill was through for the evening, so she was draining every drop of pleasure she could from that orgasm.
She was wrong about Bill, though. He slid his still hard organ out of her vagina, then pushed her over backwards on the bed. He followed her down, and when her upper body was supported only by her elbows he leaned forward and began to kiss one of her full, dark breasts, tickling the red-black of her nipple with his tongue until it grew to a hard point in his mouth.
Irene settled back flat on the blanket, and Bill followed her, unwilling to give up the delicious taste of her nipple. One of Irene's hands came up between Bill's legs, squeezing his scrotum, feeling the still aching hardness of his cock. There was a wide, soft and dreamy smile on her chocolate brown face as her hand wrapped itself around his shaft, a smile that grew even wider as she slowly, with just the right amount of pressure, began to slide her hand up and down Bill's shaft, jacking him off.
It seemed to take only a couple dozen strokes of her hand up and down his cock before Bill felt that expanding ball of heat in his guts that told him he was near still another orgasm. He had lost track of the number of times he had already come that night, but he knew that even his endurance had its limits. He thought that this might very well be his last one of the evening, and he wanted it to happen inside her. He didn't care whether it was in her vagina, her mouth or her rectum, just so it was inside her body, with her heat wrapped around his cock, not just her fingers.
Bill tightened up every muscle in his middle, especially the muscles on his buttocks, a trick he had learned to keep from coming. His urgency seemed to be transmitted to Irene, and she spread her legs wide in invitation, and her hand pulled on his cock, pulling him forward and down between her legs.
As Bill settled between them Irene brought her knees up on either side of him, lining her body up with his. Then Irene's legs lifted completely off the bed, wrapping themselves around Bill's waist, her cunt pressing against his ass. Her hand pulled his cock back and forth, rubbing it along and between the lips of her vagina, then she stuck the head of it against her opening and with her feet, began to push down on Bill's ass, forcing his stiff cock into her.
It felt like she was on fire. Bill had never before felt a vagina so hot, even when he had been in it the first time, only minutes before, and as her heat transferred to him he felt his cock get-ting bigger and bigger, almost as if it was going to swell up and explode at any minute, and it seemed to Bill that he had a bomb sticking out between his legs, sticking into that boiling hot? wet cunt underneath his thrusting body.
While Irene pulled Bill down with her legs, then with her hands as her arms went around his back, he used his muscles to hold back, letting his cock slide in a fraction of an inch at a time, teasing both of them by his holding back. All the time his lips and tongue were busy, kissing her neck and shoulders, savoring the taste of musky sweat on her black skin, biting lightly at the soft morsel of an ear lobe.
Bill's weight was supported on his elbows, and his fingers were wrapped tightly in her kinky hair, turning her head first one way, then the other. He bit her right ear, blowing gently into it, then turned her head and darted his tongue deep into her left ear, wetting it with his saliva, then blowing into it as he had the other one. All of that, combined with the slow penetration of her body by his cock, was having just the effect on Irene he was hoping for.
Irene was getting hotter and hotter, closer and closer to an orgasm. Above all, Bill didn't want to come before her, and he had to use every ounce of willpower he could muster and every trick he had learned to hold back while he brought her body to a fever pitch.
Finally, when he felt his body was one large cramp from his fight to hold back his climax, Irene began to moan and twist under him, and Bill knew that she was ready. He let his body settle down over hers, white over black, his stiff cock sinking all the way into her vaginal canal, bringing forth a loud groan from her as it hit bottom in her vagina.
Bill let it rest there for a moment, loving the feel of Irene's hot vaginal walls wrapped around the full length of his shaft, then he slowly drew it out until just the swollen head was inside her pussy. At the top of his stroke Bill again paused for a second, while Irene's legs pulled frantically at him, then he slid down until he was all the way inside again. Up and down, in and out, Bill kept his pumping slow at first, letting Irene's passion build, then faster and faster as he felt her coming to a climax.
Bill felt the little ring of muscle at the entrance to her vagina begin to quiver and grip at the shaft of his cock, and he began to lunge up and down as fast as he could. He relaxed the tense hold he had on his own reactions, and in seconds the head of his cock felt like it was on fire as seminal fluid rushed to it, then into her body.
Irene's orgasm came at the same moment, and her heels began to beat at his ass, pounding against him, as her body arched up under him, up completely off the blanket as she strove to get every last fraction of an inch of his cock into her vagina.
Irene's body thrashed under Bill's, twisting and turning, and every muscle in her vagina came alive, grabbing and milking his cock, becoming even more heated and more slippery as their juices mixed.
A mixture of shuddering gasps for air and groans of pleasure were coming from her wide open mouth and her head was twisting from side to side as she let herself go completely, sinking into the heat of her orgasm. Bill's hips were still hammering away, driving his cock in and out of Irene's vagina as his juice continued to pump from the head of his organ. Then, with one last lunge, Bill forced himself as deeply into her as he could, stopping there as his organ gave one last jerk, ejaculated one last spurt of seminal fluid. He felt her body collapse under his, and he knew that they had ended their orgasms together, as they had started them.
Irene took a deep, shuddering breath, filling her lungs with badly needed air, then opened her eyes and looked up into Bill's exhausted face. This time she knew it was all over. She looked around to see what Shirley was up to, and saw her sitting cross-legged at the other end of the bed, one finger buried deeply in her gaping vagina. Irene's eyes continued to move around the interior of the motorhome, then stopped suddenly, opening wide as she saw Cindy, Lola and Paul sitting on the front bed, looking back at her, all of them grinning. When they saw she was aware of them Cindy began to applaud.
"That, my girl," she said with a laugh, "has to have been one of the all-time great sex shows."
"And to think," Lola added, "the guys got in without paying admission. Not for the show, at least."
"But they were part of the cast," Cindy said. "Maybe we should be paying them"
"Sorry," Lola commented, getting up, "but that's going a. bit too far. Just a bit, though." With that she slipped into the driver's seat, started the motorhome's engine, and deftly guided it out of the roadside rest and onto the highway, headed back for Sacramento, another evening's work finished, another fifty dollars apiece earned.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was two in the afternoon, and Cindy had just gotten out of bed. She was sitting in the kitchen by herself, looking at a copy of Cosmo and drinking a large glass of fresh orange juice, when the phone rang. She started to pick it up, but it cut off halfway through the second ring, a sign that Lola had picked it up in the living room. A few minutes later the blonde, dressed in a flowered housecoat, walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of orange juice.
"You'd better get moving, kid," she said, " 'cause you've got an appointment downtown in half an hour."
"At this time of day," Cindy asked, "and by myself?"
"Not that kind of appointment," Lola said in a flat voice. "Or at least not a paying appointment."
"What do you mean, not a paying appointment?"
"The boss wants to see you," Lola said, not looking at the young girl across the table from her.
"Why? Did I do something wrong?"
"No, not as far as I know. He usually wants to meet the new girls, though. And he's busy enough that it usually takes him a couple of weeks to get around to it."
"What kind of guy is he?" Cindy asked.
"Well," Lola said, looking out through the kitchen window with a speculative expression on her face, "you've got to remember that each one of us is a mixture of good qualities and some perhaps not-so-good qualities. In considering our boss we should remember that his good qualities are numerous, and realize that his faults only prove that he is, after all, a human being. We should refrain from making a harsh judgment of a person just because he happens to be a dirty, rotten, no-good son of a cocksucking bitch!"
"That bad?"
"Worse. He's an asshole and a sadist, and unfortunately, if you want to keep working with us, you're going to have to go see him. Maybe you'll be lucky, and the 'interview' will go quickly." She didn't amplify that remark, instead just handed Cindy a card with a man's name: James Lafferty, and an address. "You've only got twenty-five minutes left, and you've got to get dressed yet. Best haul ass, kid."
Twenty, minutes later, dressed but with an upset stomach from anticipation of the interview, Cindy found the address Lola had given her. It was a large, ultra-modern office building, and after checking the register on the first floor she took the elevator up six stories.
"I received a message this morning that Mr. Lafferty, Mr. James Lafferty, wanted to see me," Cindy told the pretty young secretary she found in the outer office.
"Your name, please?"
"Cindy Blackburn."
"Oh, yes. Mr. Lafferty is expecting you. Just go right in," the secretary said, indicating the door behind her. Cindy was sure she detected a look of sympathy, or perhaps pity, on the secretary's face as she walked past her desk, and that did even more to churn up the excess acids in her stomach.
Cindy walked through the shut behind her by itself. There was a loan sitting at a large desk, facing away from the room, looking out the window. Cindy walked up to his desk, then cleared her throat loudly to attract his attention.
The man swung his swivel chair- around to face Cindy, and she felt a thrill of fear go through her body as she looked at him. He was big, she guessed he would stand well over six feet, and he must have weighed two hundred and fifty pounds. And not a pound of it was fat. He looked like a brick. Cindy was sure that he had not been born. Just poured and allowed to set. His eyes were small, almost piggish, deeply inset under massive black eyebrows. And those eyes were roaming over her body with a look that forced a blush to Cindy's face.
Without saying a word the man got up, walked around the desk, and came to a stop in front of Cindy. She knew better than to put up any resistance when Lafferty put his arms around her and pulled her close, bending his head down to kiss her. Cindy's lips were warm and firm, though uncooperating, and as she tried to push him away with her hands in an unthinking gesture he increased the pressure of his grip, pushing his body against hers as he held her with one arm around her waist and the other cupping the back of her head.
Cindy didn't struggle for long. She knew it was useless, that she would lose her job if she happened to win the struggle, and that if he really wanted to, he could force her into anything he wanted.
Her arms went around his neck and she began to return his kiss with a building passion. Lafferty's hand went under her thin blouse, feeling the warm, firm skin of Tier back as his hand stroked up and down along her spine. She wasn't wearing a bra under her blouse, so Lafferty turned slightly to make some space between their bodies, then brought his hand around to cup one of her full breasts, feeling the nipple harden against his palm as they continued the kiss.
Cindy brought one of her hands around between them and began to unbutton his shirt. When she got down to the third button she broke the tongue-searching kiss and moved her lips down to his throat, then across his chest as she unfastened the rest of the buttons.
Lower and lower her lips went, tracing little paths of wetness across his skin, She marked each rib with a kiss, then drew a line across his belly with her tongue, pausing for a moment to run the tip of it around inside his navel. She was almost kneeling now, and as her hands released his belt, unsnapped his pants and pulled down the zipper she settled to her knees on the floor in front of him.
Cindy's hands went under the elastic band of his shorts on each side, and as she slowly pulled them down, dragging them over the bulge of his hardened cock, her lips traced a path downwards from his navel. Her warm, wet tongue traced an outline around his pubic hair, then, as his cock burst free and his shorts dropped around his ankles she dropped lower, kissing the insides of his thighs, then running her tongue lightly over the skin bag holding his balls.
She sucked them into her mouth, squeezing them gently, then brought her face up under his stiff organ, her tongue tracing the length of it, right out to the head. Lafferty could feel the fire burning in it that the cold wetness of her tongue was doing nothing to put out, and when she ran her tongue around the ridge just behind the head he dropped his hands to her head, entwining his fingers in her hair.
Cindy brought her slightly puckered lips up to the knob and kissed it lightly, and when she did Lafferty pulled forward on her head, forcing his cock between her lips. Her teeth stopped him for a minute, but after a little nibble she opened her mouth wide, and Lafferty shoved his hard cock in as far as it would go, all the way to the back of her mouth and part way down her throat.
Cindy gagged a little, but then began to suck, hard, while drawing her head away. When she had her lips out to the base of his knob he again pulled her forward, pushing his shaft deep into her mouth, and when he was all the way in again she once more put that hard suction on him, sending thrilling vibrations through the length of his organ and into his burning body.
Lafferty no longer needed to guide her head. Cindy was sucking away, moving her head back and forth, his cock sliding in and out between her lips. Soon Lafferty was jerking his pelvis back and forth spastically in time with her sucking and sliding. Faster and faster Cindy moved her lips and tongue, her tongue licking around his phallic head every time she drew back, and suddenly Lafferty couldn't wait any more.
He grabbed her head and forced his meat all the way into Cindy's mouth just as his cock exploded, shooting his hot load into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed and swallowed, then drew back a little, sucking hard on his tool to get every last drop. When she had it all she released his cock from the prison of her mouth, moved back a little, and looked up at him, a little grin on her face. Lafferty reached down and took her arm, lifting her to her feet, then led her over to the couch along one wall of the office. "Think you're ready again already?" she asked with a wide smile.
Lafferty still hadn't said a word since Cindy had come into the room, nor had his expression changed once. He looked at her smile for a moment, then his hand smashed across her face, knocking her back onto the couch. Cindy was stunned for a second, then she jumped up and darted towards the door to the outer office.
Lafferty grabbed her from behind, twisting her around towards the couch again and forcing her forward. Cindy struggled against him, trying to reach him with her long nails, but he was too strong. He shoved her up next to the couch, spun her around, and slapped her again, hard.
"That's it, baby," he said, grinning. "That's what I want. I want you to fight me, to make it good." His voice was like gravel, and even though his body was throbbing with sexual excitement it was flat, unemotional, almost like a recording.
Lafferty lunged forward, grabbing her again. His face came down to hers and he pressed his lips tight against her mouth, but as he tried to force his tongue inside her mouth she bit him, at the same time bringing her knee up into his crotch.
Cindy's aim was just slightly off target, her knee connecting with the inside of his thigh then sliding up against his balls. Lafferty lurched back, an expression of pain and strong anger flashing across his face in the first reaction she had been able to get out of him. And, with a second of freedom, Cindy turned and snatched up the first thing that came to hand, the heavy leather belt that had been holding up Lafferty's pants.
She got in one swing, cutting Lafferty's face slightly, and then he was at her again, twisting the belt out of her hands. He stepped back, his arm came up, and he brought the belt, with the heavy buckle at the end, slashing across Cindy's face. It was only luck that kept the buckle from cutting her face wide open, but even so the leather left an ugly welt.
Again and again Lafferty swung the belt, hitting Cindy on the chest and arms, forcing her backwards towards the couch. As she backed up, step by step, trying to shield her face and breasts from the blows of the belt with her arms and hands, she moaned and cried out with the pain Lafferty was inflicting on her body. Then her retreat was blocked by the couch, and with one final heavy blow from the belt, the buckle crashing against the side of her head, she fell, stunned.
Through the red haze of pain Cindy saw Lafferty advancing towards her, and she tried to roll away, off the couch. Before she could move far, though, Lafferty was on top of her, his arm slamming across her throat, choking her and pinning her to the couch as his free hand yanked at the top of her blouse, ripping it off, exposing her breasts. Although almost unconscious, she kept fighting him as he dropped his head downwards, kissing first one nipple, then the other, then sucking one nipple into his mouth.
Cindy could do nothing to stop him as he pulled her skirt up around her waist, then yanked at the thin material of her panties, tearing them, forcing his knee between her thighs. She fought one hand free from his grip and raked her nails across his face, feeling the small splashes of heat as his blood dripped down onto her face. Fighting with all her strength, she was unable to stop his advance.
Lafferty forced his other leg between Cindy's legs, then, using the strong muscles of his thighs and calves, he forced her legs to spread wide under him and brought his body down over her. He pressed his stiff cock against the patch of silky brown hair between her legs, but he wasn't in quite the right place.
Cindy twisted and fought, trying to get out from under him, but then he was lined up right, the head of his cock pressed between the lips of her cunt, and with a powerful thrust he pinned her to the couch, sliding and smashing his cock deep into her still dry vaginal canal, tearing her flesh and pulling pubic hairs out by the roots as they were caught by his invading meat.
Cindy could feel the wetness of blood, her blood, running across the inside of her thigh, but even that sensation was soon blocked out by the washing waves of pure pain as Lafferty ruthlessly pumped up and down on her, grinding away at her body, pushing his hard cock all the way in, then sliding it almost all the way out, only to slam down on her again.
Lafferty's breath was coming in panting grunts and hot drops of sweat were running off his body in little rivers, dripping down onto Cindy. His eyes were closed and his heart was pounding fast, almost matching the pumping in and out of his cock, and then, in only minutes, a groan, followed by a grunt of escaping breath and a jerking of his cock, told Cindy that he was finished. Even through the pain that seemed to be splitting her in two she could feel the hot juices flooding her, pouring through her vagina, trickling out along the base of his cock and down the crack of her ass.
Lafferty's cock, its job done, began to shrink, and he pulled it out of her body, rolling over and collapsing in a sitting position on the floor next to the couch, a bit of light coming to his eyes when he saw the bloodstains on Cindy's legs. Lafferty reached up and ran his hand down over Cindy's stomach, then between her legs, cupping the bleeding and dripping vaginal lips. He slid a finger in, then pulled it out, brought it to his face, then licked it clean. Cindy, watching, afraid to move, began to throw up all over the couch.
Several minutes later, when her stomach was completely empty, Cindy looked up and saw that Lafferty was again sitting behind his desk, as he had been when she had first come into the office, staring out the window. Quickly she used some Kleenex from her purse to wipe her face and arm clean of vomit, then she picked up the torn remnants of her clothes and pulled them on, hiding the tears as well as she could. She started for the door, but a movement behind Lafferty's desk stopped her, causing her blood to run cold in fear that he was going to start all over again.
Lafferty had spun his chair around to face her. "Remember," he said in that flat, unemotional voice, "you and the rest of the girls have an appointment at nine tonight. Try and clean yourself up before then, will you?"
CHAPTER SIX
Cindy left Lafferty's office and wandered across town on foot, heading in the general direction of Lola's house, but knowing that there was no way she could walk all the way from the center of town out to the suburbs. She had to walk for a while, though, just to get her thoughts straight in her mind-to try and decide what to do.
Her first instinct had been to head straight for the bus station and catch the first bus back to Los Angeles, hoping that Lola would forward her clothes to her. But what Lafferty had done to her body was over, in the past, and she was fairly sure it wouldn't happen again. Added to that was the fact that she liked working with Lola and Shirley, and needed the money. Without really making up her mind, simply postponing a decision, she hailed a passing cab and gave the driver Lola's address. Maybe Lola would have an answer for her.
When Cindy walked in the house Lola took one look at her, then led her over to the couch in the living room, making her lie down, then mixing a strong drink for her. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked.
Cindy told her the whole story, from the time she arrived at the building to Lafferty's instructions to her as she was leaving, and when she finished she broke down completely and started crying, almost an attack of hysterics. Lola, completely at a loss for anything to say, looked at Cindy for a minute, then picked up the younger girl's drink and held it out to her.
"Here, honey," she said. "Drink this. It'll make you feel better."
"I don't think anything will make me feel better," Cindy sobbed. "Oh, Lola, what should I do?"
"What do you want to do?" Lola asked.
"I want to stay here, with you. But I want to get away from all this, too. I. want to feel clean again, and I don't know if I ever can with that man in the background, paying me."
"Why not just relax for now?" Lola said. "Later, when you've had a chance to calm down a little, we can talk about it. But for now, just swallow your drink and drift a bit."
As Cindy settled back in the chair, consciously willing her mind and muscles to relax, a warmth and lassitude began to spread through' her body, and she didn't even notice when Lola reached down from where she was now sitting on the arm of the couch and began unbuttoning the torn remnants of her blouse. Then Lola cupped one of Cindy's sore breasts, still showing red welts from Lafferty's belt, and Cindy squirmed a bit, thoughts of that recent experience with Lola's dildo mixing with her thoughts of Lafferty.
Lola bent down and ran her tongue-tip around the edge of Cindy's nipple, then she put a little sucking kiss right in the center of it. For a second, mostly because of the pain she was still feeling, Cindy tensed up, but then a building swell of sexual excitement took the pain away and she began to cooperate with Lola's moves.
Lola shifted around on the arm of until she was facing Cindy, put her arms around the recumbent girl, and brought her lips down in a full, deep kiss. A kiss that went on and on, the two tongues exploring each other, while Lola brought one hand around to caress Cindy's breast, teasing the nipple to hard excitement.
Cindy, half sitting and half lying on the couch, reached up to put her arms around Lola, and when she did Lola began to press her body against that of the younger girl. Then she broke their kiss, dropped her head down, and began kissing and sucking at Cindy's nipple. Cindy felt Lola's hand releasing the catch on her skirt, then tugging at the zipper, and she lifted up slightly on the couch to help Lola pull the torn dress off her bruised body.
Again their lips met, Lola's tongue searching deep within Cindy's mouth, and the blond girl brought her hand around, rubbing it lightly across Cindy's belly, then sent it down, under the elastic band of Cindy's panties.
Lola kept kissing Cindy with a passion that Cindy was not returning in full measure. As Lola's fingers entwined in the patch of brown hair between Cindy's legs, tugging lightly, Cindy began to feel jolts of pain and pleasure pass through her body. She brought her hands up, sliding them inside Lola's blouse, and began to fondle her full, ripe breasts. Breasts she could not resist kissing. With shaking fingers she unbuttoned Lola's blouse, broke the kiss, then began to suck madly on one of her nipples. Cindy could feel her breath coming faster and faster, matching Lola's rapid breathing, then one of Lola's fingers slid into Cindy's vagina, and it felt so good that Cindy arched her back, almost pushing Lola off the arm of the couch.
Lola drew away from Cindy's sucking mouth, then got up and stripped off all her clothes. She pushed Cindy down on the couch and pulled off her panties and torn blouse, looking down at the beginning bruises and traces of dried blood.
Lola knelt on the floor next to the couch and began kissing Cindy's stomach and thighs, at the same time caressing her breasts with her hand. Her other hand she brought up between Cindy's legs, one finger sliding into her vagina. Cindy, knowing what Lola had in mind, spread her legs, and Lola brought her head down into Cindy's crotch, sliding her tongue into Cindy's cunt, wiggling and turning it, sliding in and out, turning Cindy on until she was wiggling around on the couch, all memories of what had happened earlier that afternoon temporarily forgotten.
Cindy's hands sought out Lola's lush body; then Lola was up on the couch with her, straddling her in a woman-to-woman sixty-nine position, her wet cunt only inches from Cindy's face. Lola's tongue was driving Cindy right out of her mind, so she lifted her head and did the same thing to Lola, sliding her tongue deep into the waiting vagina, pulling it out and forward to tickle the hardened bump of the blond girl's clit, then back into the vagina again.
It was only seconds before Cindy felt the tension of an approaching orgasm. Every muscle in her body locked in a spasm as she reached her climax, right along with Lola, whose body was jerking around above her in the grip of an uncontrollable passion.
Minutes later the two girls were sound asleep on the couch, locked in each others arms. It wasn't until the phone rang, hours later, that they stirred.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The phone call was from Shirley. "Hey, you two. What the hell's going on over there?"
"What do you mean?" Lola asked, still half asleep.
"I mean, have you looked at a clock lately? You should have picked me up fifteen minutes ago."
"Oh, Christ," Lola said, wiping her hand over her eyes, "I'm sorry. We fell asleep and I forgot to set an alarm."
"And what," Shirley asked, "were you two doing that made you so sleepy?"
"None of your business, nosy. Besides, if you came to live here, instead of being so stuck up in your own apartment, you wouldn't have to ask."
"Well, the thing I have to ask now is, are you two going to get your motorized asses over here, or shall I call and have another team take our schedule-and our money?"
"No," Lola said quickly, "well make it. What have we got tonight?"
"A double header," Shirley answered. "A single at seven, then a multiple-I don't know exactly how many yet-at midnight. We should be able to get the single done by then, shouldn't we?"
"I should think so, between the three of us," Lola, said with a smile. "See you in twenty minutes."
It was closer to thirty minutes before Lola and Cindy picked up Shirley at her apartment, but they were only a couple of minutes late in picking up their first John for the evening. This time they had pulled a slight change in their regular way of doing things. Lola was still driving, but now Shirley was sitting next to her and Cindy was in back, on the bed, ready to get things started once they picked up the customer.
The customer turned out to be a young, man, somewhere in his early twenties, a giant, well over six feet, and as jet black as their friend of the night before, Irene. He introduced himself as Joe, then handed Lola the money and headed for the bed in the back of the motorhome. He already had a film of sweat on his dark, chocolate-brown face and was breathing hard, just in anticipation of what was to come.
Joe sat down on the bed next to Cindy, and much to her surprise, he didn't do anything. He didn't seem to know where to start, and underneath the obvious sexual excitement Cindy detected a trace of nervousness-almost shyness.
Cindy began fumbling with one of her ears, then she suddenly leaned forward into the narrow aisle. "Damn!" she said.
"What's wrong?" Joe asked.
"I dropped one of my earrings." Cindy leaned as far forward as she could and ran her hands over the carpet. Joe tried to help her, but being so tall he couldn't bend forward far enough, or even get down far enough to reach the floor.
Cindy, unable to find the earring by running her hands across the floor between her feet, slid off the seat and onto her knees. She began running her hands all over the floor, moving steadily closer and closer to Joe. He tried to move his feet, to let her search the floor under them, but, because of the length of his legs, the only way he could shift was to spread his legs apart.
As Joe spread his legs Cindy moved between them, still running her hands over the floor and moving closer and closer to Joe. When she was as close as she could get, his knees pressed against her shoulders, Cindy looked up at Joe for a minute, then bent her head back down and began to bite gently, through the cloth of his slacks, on his soft cock.
For a second Joe was frozen with shock at Cindy's action, and while he sat there unmoving Cindy quickly pulled down his zipper, reached inside, and pulled out his cock. Joe's hand went to her head, whether to push her away or pull her forward she didn't know. And she didn't wait to find out. Before he could do anything she sucked his growing cock into her mouth, locking her teeth behind the head.
Minutes later Lola found a place to park the motorhome where they wouldn't be bothered, and Joe, over his shyness, was stripping his clothes off.
"My God!" Lola exclaimed when she joined Shirley and Cindy in the back of the motorhome. "Will you look at that!" That was Joe's erect and throbbing cock, a dark brown shaft topped with a blue-black knob. It was slender, smaller in diameter than many Lola had experienced, but it was almost a foot long, with a slight curve that gave it the look of a fleshy scimitar.
Joe was, at that moment, too busy with Cindy to hear Lola's remarks. He had taken a small tube of something from a pants pocket and handed it to Cindy. She looked at it for a minute in puzzlement, then a smile spread across her lips as she recognized it. She unscrewed the cap on the tube and squeezed out a little clear jelly-a lubricant often used by those who had a thing for anal sex-a group which definitely included Cindy.
She crawled forward on the bed to where Joe was now kneeling, being careful not to lose the gob of lubricant she had squirted onto her fingers. For a second she rested her head on his thighs, looking up at him through a stray wisp of brown hair, then she planted a big kiss on the end of his stiff organ, circling the head of it with her tongue, tasting the slight saltiness of his first drops of lubrication. Gently, using just the tips of her fingers, Cindy spread the lubricating jelly over Joe's almost jet-black knob, pulling back the rim of wrinkled foreskin to cover it completely. The small amount of lubricant that was left on her fingers after covering the head of his black cock she smeared back onto his shaft, at the same time cupping and squeezing his scrotum, feeling the rock-hard twin round balls inside.
Joe let her play with his hardened cock for a minute, then pushed her back onto the bed, at the same time twisting at her shoulders until she completely reversed, lying on her stomach. He reached over for one of the big pillows lying at the head of the bed, slipped one massive forearm under her stomach, then lifted Cindy off the bed, sliding the pillow under her pelvis.
With her smooth, round ass up in the air, Joe spread Cindy's legs wide, exposing the little brown rosebud of her anal opening, the anal sphincter looking as tight as a spinster's pussy. Joe didn't waste any time looking at it, though, but dropped right down between Cindy's legs, one hand directing his cock right into her ass.
The full weight of his two hundred and twenty pound body was behind his driving penis, forcing the swollen head of it against her still tightly closed anus, and even with the lubricant he could not get his shaft into her.
Joe began to slowly rock his body from side to side as he pressed downward, and in just a few seconds both Cindy's tight asshole and the black head of his cock were shiny with lubricant and streams of sweat were pouring off both their bodies as he pushed against her. Joe began to vary his steady pushing pressure with little lunges, and each time he forced himself forward he gave a little grunt of effort, a signal of his rapidly rising desire.
Slowly his stiff cock forced Cindy's opening apart, the tight elastic ring of her sphincter yielding slowly, almost grudgingly, to the pressure of his advancing cock. Cindy felt like she was taking a shit to end all shits, passing the biggest of possible turds, as he slid into her ass.
Suddenly her anus opened, and, with a thrust that brought a moan to her lips, Joe slammed his cock all the way into her, burying it right up to the base in her rectum. The cheeks of Cindy's ass were spread wide, their milky whiteness pressed against the black skin of Joe's body, and she came up off the bed jackknifed, driving her ass back against him. It hurt a little when Joe started to drive his cock into her, but once his throbbing organ was fully into her rectum she began to turn on, her breath starting to come in short gasps as he held her tightly, un-moving. In a second Cindy was wiggling and turning and twisting all over the bed, begging with her body for him to start pumping away at her ass.
Cindy was really getting with it, and Joe, wanting to give as well as to receive pleasure from his act even though he was paying for it, had his hands around in front of her, one working on her right breast while the other played with the nub of her clitoris.
Lola, her mouth hanging open at the sight of Joe taking such complete command of the situation, was still watching from the driver's compartment, getting hotter by the second as she saw Joe driving his cock into Cindy's rear. Finally she realized that she was missing out on all the action, and with sudden haste she moved into the back of the motorhome, back to the rear bed until she was near their heads.
Quickly Lola pulled off her skirt and panties, in too big a hurry to bother getting completely naked, and, with a smooth, fast, sliding motion she dropped to a sitting position in front of Cindy, her legs on either side of her shoulders. Lola's fingers wrapped themselves in Cindy's brown hair, pulled upwards, lifting her face from the bed. With a little humping motion, Lola slid forward then shoved Cindy's face down into her blond pussy hair.
"Eat me ... eat me right up to my navel, you lovely girl. Eat me while you get your ass reamed out," Lola panted, grunting her pleasure as Cindy began eating her way into Lola's dripping pussy.
Her tongue began darting in and out between Lola's cunt lips, digging deep, every so often her teeth and lips nibbling at Lola's king-size clitoris. Cindy was licking and lapping and slurping and mixing her saliva with Lola's juice like it was the greatest-tasting fluid in the world.
Cindy had an expert tongue, and it took only a few seconds for Lola to reach her first orgasm of the evening. Her body seemed to be wracked by spasms, then she let loose a sharp scream, her head thrown hack and her eyes tightly closed she creamed into Cindy's mouth.
As soon as Lola stopped all her shuddering and shaking she slid back away from Cindy's mouth, giving her room to breathe. All this time Joe had been slowly pumping away Cindy's ass with his long, slim cock. Cindy herself was close to an orgasm, and as Joe pumped faster and faster in and out of her rectum her body began to flop around on the bed. Trying to control her twitching body, Cindy hunched up until she was resting the weight of her upper body on her head and shoulders, instead of taking it on her arms, and she reached down and in back of her to ring Joe's sliding cock with her fingers for a minute, then going on to begin a gentle squeezing of his scrotum. Joe really caught fire when she did that, slamming his cock in and out of her ass like it was the first sex of any kind he'd had in months, screwing his eyes closed and lifting his head into the air like he was desperately searching for something to breathe.
Both Cindy and Joe were sobbing and gasping for air, and the little muscles all over Cindy's body were jumping and tensing, then relaxing, only to tighten up again as she began to grind her ass around in little circles, twisting at Joe's cock. That was all it took.
Joe shot his load into her, and when he did Cindy came right along with him, flattening out on the bed, letting out a scream that could have been heard a hundred yards away as she squeezed his scrotum so hard he let out a yell of his own and slammed down on top of her, out of his kneeling position, driving his cock all the way into her rectum and feeling as though it was going to break off as the angle changed.
Shirley, startled by the screaming from the back of the motorhome, rushed back from the driver's compartment to see what was going on. When she looked down at the rear bed she saw three persons completely collapsed, with Joe's black body still lying atop Cindy, his cock still deep inside her rectum. Cindy slowly lifted her head, giving Shirley a big smile. "You aren't going to believe it! You just aren't going to believe this sweet, wonderful, driving black cock!"
"You mean all that screaming was just from getting your rocks off with a customer?" Shirley asked incredulously. "You yelled so loud I'm surprised you haven't attracted every cop in five miles just because you got your rocks off!"
"Let me tell you," Cindy said, "with this guy there's no such thing as just." With that she smiled again, then dropped her head back onto the bed.
As life slowly seeped back into his system, Joe began to ease his body upwards, off Cindy, his still hard cock sliding out of her ass. As the head passed out through the dilated ring of Cindy's anus with a wet, popping sound, Cindy let out another loud moan.
"Well," Joe said with a slow drawl, "who's next? I'm warmed up now, and ready to get it on."
Shirley seemed to be shocked for a minute by his question, but her self-control quickly returned. "Who's next is me. That is, if Cindy can manage to drag her ass off the bed and give me room to move."
Cindy groaned again, this time with disappointment as she realized that she had gotten all she was going to get for a while, but she picked up her clothes and slowly made her way back up to the driver's compartment. Shirley was already stripping her clothes off as she waited for Cindy, and, as the tired but still horny girl passed her in the aisle, she finished stripping and sat down on the edge of the rear bed.
Lola was still sitting there, smiling happily from the orgasm she had experienced courtesy of Cindy's tongue. Shirley edged past her, toward where Joe was sitting on the bed, waiting, and as she did so Lola deftly speared one finger along the crack between Shirley's buttocks and straight through her already wet vaginal lips.
Lola's action speeded Shirley's crawling, and a second later she was on her knees in front of where Joe was sitting on the bed, waiting not too patiently for the fun to continue. He gave her a long, steady look from his dark brown eyes, as if trying to make up his mind just what his next course of action should be, then he bent his head forward, running his tongue, startlingly pink against the deep brown of his face, across one of Shirley's firm breasts. He licked and sucked and bit lightly at her nipple, a nipple which hardened immediately into a small nub, standing tense and dark against the creamy whiteness of her breast.
Shirley sat still for a moment, enjoying the attention he was giving her body, then she pressed her hands lightly against the tight, wiry hair on his muscular chest, pushing him back on the bed.
Joe cooperated, dropping down flat. Shirley looked at his still hard cock, its slim length waving slightly back and forth above him; she stared at it like it was a snake hypnotizing her before striking. Then she bent her head forward, toward it, taking the weight of her body onto her elbows.
With her lips still locked together, Shirley kissed lightly at the head of his cock, at the same time reaching down with her fingers to tickle lightly at the hairy sac of his scrotum. She felt him tensing as her fingers worked on his balls, so she began to press her mouth and lips hard against the dark flesh of his phallic knob, using the roundness of it to spread her lips apart as they slid slowly over it.
When the knob of his hard cock was pressed against her teeth she opened them just enough to let it pass through, keeping hard pressure around it with her lips, at the same time letting it slide slowly into her mouth until her lips were wrapped tight around the shaft, just behind the ring at the base of the head. After a few seconds she released the tight pressure of her lips around his shaft and gently ran her tongue over the velvety softness of the head of it, then down around the ring, just using the tip of her tongue. She felt his balls tighten in her hand, and his hips moved slightly as his cock slid a little further into her mouth.
Shirley drew back away from Joe's cock for a second, then she once again slid her lips over the head of it, brushing at the small slit in the head with the tip of her tongue, tasting a slight saltiness, the salty oiliness of his lubricating fluid. She let his cock slide right on into her mouth this time, her lips going past the head and around the shaft, further and further down its length, until she felt the head pressing at the back of her mouth, right at the entrance to her throat. For a brief second she felt an urge to gag as she tried to swallow the cock even further into her mouth, then it was past that little piece of hanging flesh that controls the gagging mechanism and sliding into her throat, all the way down until her lips were pressed against the tight, kinky hair at the base of his shaft.
She let Joe's cock slide out again, pressing hard against it with her lips and putting a lot of suction on it. When her lips were back against the ring around the base of the head she slid it forward again, into her mouth, but not clear down her throat this time.
Shirley had been putting constant suction on Joe's cock, not bothering to breathe, and her lungs were beginning to strain and beg for air. Unable to control it, a little of the stored air in her lungs escaped through her mouth, shaking the insides of her cheeks against the shaft of Joe's cock. His body immediately tightened up and he lunged forward, thrusting his cock deep into Shirley's throat again.
At first Shirley couldn't understand what had caused his reaction, then she realized that the escaping air must have teased his organ tremendously. If a little air escaping like that had produced such a sharp reaction, maybe she should try something she had once heard about. She let the air slowly escape around his swollen cock, took a deep breath, and then began to hum very softly to herself while holding his hot cock deep in her throat.
Shirley thought for a moment that Joe was going to go completely mad. His fingers entwined themselves in her hair, pressing forward on the back of her head, like he was trying to get his cock all the way down into her lungs. Finally she ran out of air for humming, and she just had to take a breath, a breath that was blocked by the deepness of Joe's cock in her throat. It took a bit of a fight for her to break his hold on the back of her head, but finally she accomplished it and slid her mouth back along Joe's shaft, finally releasing it completely as she rocked back away from him, dizzy from lack of air, the interior of the motorhome spinning around her as she fought to keep from falling over.
When Shirley finally got some fresh air into her lungs and bloodstream she intended to go right back to Joe's cock, but he didn't give her a chance. Instead he grabbed her around the waist, pulling her forward until she was lying on top of him. His lips came up to hers in a violent kiss. She wasn't really ready for the kiss, but as he pressed his lips hard against hers his tongue forced her mouth open, separating her teeth, then plunged deep into her mouth.
As Shirley's mind shifted gears from giving head to kissing she began to respond, moving her tongue around, feeling his with it, then darting into his mouth when his tongue withdrew for a fraction of a second. Without breaking the kiss, or interfering any more than necessary with his hands, which were roaming over her body, touching her in every sensitive spot, Shirley moved her body around on top of his, spreading her legs and dropping them down oh each side of his. His erect and throbbing cock stuck up between Shirley's legs, the end of it higher than the curve of her buttocks as she slid her body up and down on top of his, blending their sweat together as their bodies would soon be blended.
Shirley's spread cunt lips were pressed tightly against the hot flesh of Joe's hard cock, and the short, bristly hair at the base of it, brushing against her spread lips and teasing the hardened button of her clitoris, was almost driving her out of her mind. She knew that she couldn't hold out much longer. That soon she would have to get that throbbing organ of Joe's into her burning body to finish what he had so perfectly started.
Joe, the passion building again in his body, began to move his hips up and down, the stiff, hot shaft of his cock sliding smoothly up and down between Shirley's legs, the solid length of it pressing against her now dripping vaginal lips. Shirley lifted her body slightly, letting the head of his cock slide between her spread cunt lips until she felt the head of it demanding entrance at the opening of her vaginal canal.
With his cock in the right place, Shirley began to move her pelvis in little circles, like a belly-dancer she had once worked with, all the time keeping the head of Joe's cock pressed tightly against the entrance to her vagina. Finally Joe could take no more of her teasing, and his strong hands grabbed her constantly moving hips, pulling her down swiftly, impaling her sweat-gleaming white body on his erect black shaft.
Joe's cock slid straight and deep into Shirley's well-lubricated vaginal canal, probing for the entrance to her uterus. The hot feeling of that big piece of meat, spreading the walls of Shirley's cunt apart and sending fire from his body to hers, seemed to be almost more than she could bear. She grabbed a hold of his muscular thighs, digging her pink fingernails into his dark flesh as she tried to pull him up even deeper into her aching, demanding pussy.
Shirley and Joe just lay there on the bed for several minutes, unmoving, Shirley digging on the feel of Joe's stiff cock buried deep in her vagina, Joe loving the tight feeling of her pussy wrapped around his shaft. Then Shirley eased her vaginal muscle grip on his cock and rose above him, sliding her wet tunnel up the length of his cock, until only the swollen knob was still inside of her. Then Joe grabbed Shirley's buttocks and pulled her down on top of him again, sliding his hot cock deep into her waiting vagina with one smooth thrust of his hips.
They both began to use their bodies for pumping, Shirley humping her ass up and down over Joe's dark form, Joe jerking his hips in time with her pumping. It was only seconds before Shirley was ready for her climax, but she consciously suppressed the fiery sensations that were flooding through her body, wanting to enjoy the crescendos of electric sensuality that were racing along her nerve paths for a little longer before releasing them in an orgasm.
Then, suddenly, she couldn't hold out any longer, no matter how hard she tried to hold back, and she began a frantic pumping up and down on his cock, a pumping which he matched stroke for stroke with a jerking of his hips and the frantic clawing of his fingers, locked in the soft flesh of her ass.
It took only five hard, full-length strokes before Shirley reached her climax, and, as the hot, shuddering fire flashed through her body, Shirley felt the long cock inside her pussy begin to jerk spasmodically, shooting a boiling hot jet of seminal fluid across her sensitive vaginal walls.
Neither of them had any kind of control over their bodies right then as they thrashed around in the back of the motorhome, and Lola had to move quickly to avoid being kicked by their flailing legs. They jerked and heaved, moaning, groaning and crying out in their pleasure, then, like a pair of punctured balloons, they collapsed, drained for the moment.
Lola was watching them with open-mouthed wonder at their performance, and then with shock as Joe rolled Shirley over onto her back, slid his cock out of her cunt with a soft pop as the fluid-sealed vacuum broke, and turned to her with an expectant smile on his face. His cock still stood out in front of him, black, steel-hard and ready.
Shirley, moaning with combined pleasure and pain as she brought her legs together, moved out of the way, settling against the back of the motorhome as Lola stretched out on the bed. Joe spread Lola's beautifully formed legs apart with his hands, then knelt between them. His cock was still straight and hard, and he bent slightly at the waist, bringing his head down towards the moist patch of blond hair between Lola's legs, using one hand to bend his cock out of his way so as not to stick himself in the stomach with it. Lola, seeing what Joe was planning, gave a little moan of anticipation and lifted her legs to meet his descending tongue.
Lola's cunt lips were gently shaking and twitching in anticipation of the touch of Joe's pointed tongue, and that first touch, the sliding gently back and forth of his tongue, barely within her genital lips, began an immediate heating of her body.
Joe kept running his tongue slowly back and forth, back and forth, in no hurry, sliding it in no more than half an inch, until Lola felt as though she was going to scream if he didn't do something more soon. She got her wish.
With a smoothness that no cock could ever hope to match, Joe slid his teasing tongue deep into her pussy, teasing no more, flipping the tip of it around, tasting and tickling her vaginal walls. Then he slid it out again and rubbed it gently back and forth over the supersensitive bud of her clitoris.
Lola, very experienced even for a girl in her profession, had never before felt a tongue so educated, so loving and tender, so exciting. In minutes he had her completely wound up, and she had to do something to bring him to the same high pitch of excitement before she came. She wanted him to come inside of her, she didn't care in which opening, and she wanted him to come soon. The sooner the better, since she didn't know how much longer she would be able to hold back her own orgasm.
By pushing and pulling urgently on his muscular shoulders and arms, wherever she could reach, she got him to start turning around, turning without for a second taking his busy tongue from her vaginal opening, until eventually he got to the place where she could get her arms around his waist. After that it was easy for Lola to get Joe just where she wanted him, especially since she had his complete cooperation once he realized what she was trying to do.
She pulled him around until he had to lift one leg, then pulled his body up and over hers, his calves under her arms. His cock was right over her face, pointed straight down at her, still as hard as it had been when he had first arrived in the motorhome.
She lifted her head up and kissed the head of his cock? then wrapped her lips around it, sticking hard. Joe didn't waste a minute in following her lead. He drove his hardened cock down, just as though he were driving it into a waiting vagina, deep into her mouth and on into her throat. For a second Lola thought she was going to throw up as it plunged all the way into her, but then she got control of her body and began to suck on his cock with all the suction her lungs could muster.
Joe began pumping his stiffened cock in and out, and each time it would drive into Lola's throat she would hum a little, causing that little piece of hanging flesh at the back of her mouth to vibrate against the shaft of his pumping organ. She could tell that he was really digging that by the way his tongue was acting, and the speed with which it was moving.
His tongue was driving in and out of her pussy with almost frantic speed, every so often darting out for a lick at her clitoris, then back in again. He was acting almost like a kid with an ice cream cone that he was afraid someone was going to take away from him if he didn't hurry and finish it. Lola wasn't in any big hurry to take her cunt away from that thrilling tongue, though.
To get a better shot at her, Joe's hands slid under Lola's rear, lifting her up, and when they did his fingers slid into the crack between her buttocks, one of them coming to rest right on the tight pucker of her anus. She felt an almost electric thrill rush through her body as his finger poked at it, probing for an opening, then sliding up inside as she consciously relaxed her anal sphincter, giving her rectum the same treatment with his finger that her cunt was getting from his tongue. As he was making those moves his cock was continuing its driving pumping into her mouth, burying itself so deeply in her throat with each stroke that she could feel his balls slapping against her Adam's apple with every downward thrust.
A few seconds later Joe's tongue slid out of Lola's vagina, down along the crack between her legs, and shot through her spread anus as his fingers held her buttocks spread apart. It was only seconds before he had a new rhythm going, one that was driving Lola wild. His tongue would shoot deep into her rectum, withdraw, then dart into her vagina for a lick. Then it was back to her anus, while, during all of this, his fingers were busy working away at the hard stub of her clitoris.
As good as that tongue-fucking was, though, Lola wanted still more, wanted the feel of his cock inside her vagina or rectum, she didn't care which, filling her. She was right on the verge of an orgasm, and she could tell by the way he was pumping away at her mouth that he was just as close. That wasn't the way she wanted it. Lob had nothing against having a man come in her mouth, but right then she wanted all of his come, hot beautiful come, shooting into her vagina or rectum, filling it, filling her with his maleness.
Joe seemed to sense what she wanted, because after giving her anus one last deep lick, and one last pinch to her clitoris, he lifted his head, pulled his cock out of her mouth, and used his hands to quickly roll her over onto her stomach. He wasn't gentle about it, but Lola was in too much of a hurry to feel his meat inside her body to complain about his roughness.
After flopping her over he again knelt between her spread legs. His hands went to her hips, grasping and lifting them, and, welcoming what was to come, Lola bent at the knees and waist, lifting her ass to him.
She felt the head of his organ probing at the crack between her buttocks, and since his hands were busy holding her waist, keeping her ass in the air, she reached back with one hand to direct him. His cock was well-lubricated with her saliva, her anus was wet with his, and it was with a heavy shudder of pleasure that Lola felt his hot cock slide through her anus, plunging with a full non-stop stroke all the way into her rectum.
Joe slowly began to slide his cock in and out of her anal canal, really giving her the long-dick treatment. With each stroke she would press her ass back against him, back until she could feel the stiff hair around the base of his cock. Back until she could feel the sac of his scrotum swinging forward to hit against the lips of her pussy. It felt so good that she couldn't help moaning and crying, begging him to give her more and more of his wonderful cock, faster and faster.
Joe must have known that Lola was getting very close to a climax, because, with his cock all the way inside her rectum, he stopped his pumping and bent forward, pressing his hairy chest against her white back, and began kissing the back of her neck. She turned her head a little to the side, and when she did his teeth found her ear and nibbled at it, little bites that sent sharp messages of pain to mingle with the pleasure signals that were radiating along her nerves from her rectum.
There was nothing she could do except kneel there, holding the weight of her body on her arms while his tongue darted into her ear, searching around, depositing a layer of saliva. A layer that turned icy cold when, seconds later, he blew gently into her ear.
Joe slid his hands down from her waist, supporting her weight with his forearms, and two searching fingers slid into her hot, wet pussy. With his other hand he found the tender little button of her clitoris, pinching and tickling it until Lola began to moan out her excitement. It was more than she could stand right then, and she ground her ass back against him, moving it back and forth, up and down, begging him to get his stiff member working again before she went Insane from anticipation.
Slowly Joe began again to slide it in and out, drawing back until only the head of his cock was inside her anal ring, then sliding forward again until he was buried full-length in her ass. The fires were burning so strongly inside both of them that neither could hope to hold out much longer.
Suddenly, without any warning, Joe released his hold on Lola, then pushed her down, flattening her on the bed. He pressed his lean body down on hers and began to slam his cock in and out with hard, fast strokes.
It was time, and Lola felt his organ jumping around inside of her and a hot gush of seminal fluid coating the walls of her rectum when her own release came, a fire-filled orgasm that had her bouncing up and down on the bed like she was in the middle of an epileptic seizure,. Hot and cold flashes of fire poured through her mind and body, and she reached around behind herself, hooking her fingers into Joe's buttocks, trying to pull him even deeper into her ass.
Joe had stopped pumping and was just lying there on top of Lola, his cock buried to the hilt in her rectum, pouring come into her. He was hardly breathing as he. emptied his load into her, then, with the last drop, his breath was released in a great sob, and he began gasping for breath almost like a man having a heart attack.
Lola's lungs were also laboring and burning, trying to get enough air, and she felt as though she had just run a mile. Both were in good condition, young and healthy, but even with all her experience Lola was no match for Joe, and even Joe's fantastic staying power and strength were exhausted by the loving attention he had given the three girls that night. With a final groan of pleasure he pulled his now softening organ from Lola's anus, rolled over onto his back, and collapsed completely.
After ten minutes of breath-catching, during which Shirley and Cindy got dressed, Lola got up, pulled her clothes on, and pulled the motor-home out of the secluded dell she had found to park in that night. The three girls sat in the front seat with identical satisfied smiles, while a smirking Joe stayed in the back of the motorhome, stretched out on the blanket, wondering how long it was going to take him to save enough money for another evening with these three super-hookers.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The girls dropped Joe off near the center of town, then swung back around the capital park to pick up Irene, the black girl who had proved so much help to them a few nights before. She was waiting-somewhat impatiently since it had taken them longer to take care of Joe than they had anticipated-and Lola didn't even shut the engine off, simply pulling in to the curb, then pulling out again as soon as Irene was in the door.
One of the reasons the girls had arranged for Irene to join them again was that they weren't sure just how many men it was they were going to pick up for the "multiple."
"What's the largest number you've had in here at one time?" Cindy asked as they were headed towards the pickup point.
"Seven," Lola answered. "Seven men, that is. Plus four girls. It was a class reunion party for the men. And I think it was San Quentin's class of '62. A really strange bunch."
"Do you have multiples like this very often?"
"No," Lola answered with a frown. "We discourage them whenever possible. But if they've got the money ... "
"Why discourage them?" Cindy asked, "We get paid the same amount regardless of how many men are involved, so it seems as though there would be a lot more profit in big groups. Profit for the boss, that is." At the thought of the man who had so mistreated her that afternoon Cindy shuddered, hugging herself as if to ward off a chill.
"We discourage them because," Shirley said from the back of the motorhome, "too often large groups become wild groups; then we've got all kinds of trouble on our hands. Trouble we'd rather avoid."
Much to Cindy's surprise, and to the obvious relief of the other girls, their multiple turned out to be only three men. Robert ("but not Bob," he said), Gordon, and Norman. They explained that originally there had been two more men supposed to join them, but at the last minute they had chickened out, afraid their wives would find out about their evening with Sacramento's most expensive hookers.
Lola found a parking place as quickly as possible where they wouldn't be disturbed, since it was already getting quite late, then Shirley, Cindy, Robert and Gordon headed for the rearmost bed, pulling off their clothes as they went, while Irene, Lola and Norman settled into the front bed.
The two couples on the back bed around, trying to get out of the rest of their clothes without sticking a toe in someone's ear, and as they struggled Gordon made a couple of smart remarks about Shirley's large tits. She jabbed him in the ribs, a good, hard, but essentially playful punch, and Gordon grabbed her and started wrestling, tickling and biting her. Before long Cindy and Robert were having their own wrestling match.
When Shirley and Gordon finally ran out of breath, which wasn't long thanks to the way they were laughing as they were wrestling, they were lying head to head, but pointing in opposite directions, while Cindy and Robert were lying at almost right angles to them, their legs crowded against the side of the motorhome with their heads right near Gordon's waist.
Cindy's legs were spread wide, so Robert did the natural thing. He gave her a big, juicy kiss right on her pussy, sliding his tongue in until his chin was pressed tight against her wet cunt lips. That really got Cindy going, but not exactly the way Robert had expected. He had thought that she would pull him around so they could have a little sixty-nine, but when he looked up from his sexy dinner he saw Cindy's fingers busy pumping up and down on Gordon's erect cock.
Cindy used her fingers for only a minute, then locked her lips around Gordon's cock and began pumping her mouth up and down on it. That little piece of action seemed to get Shirley in the mood, because she quickly shifted around until she was sitting across Gordon's chest, giving his tongue a shot at her cunt. And he went for it like a starving man, and Robert went back to licking at Cindy's pussy, switching back and forth between getting his tongue deep inside her and nibbling at the little hard knob of her clitoris, which was sticking out like a little female cock.
It seemed as though everyone except Robert came at the same time. Cindy jammed her pussy down into Robert's face, jerking away and getting wetter and wetter. Gordon was moaning and groaning like someone was torturing him, then sighing like the torture had just stopped, and Shirley was giving out with little screams as she shoved her cunt tight against Gordon's face. Robert could see the muscles in Shirley's face bunching and releasing as she came against Gordon's face, and he knew it must have been good for all of them. And now, he figured, it was his turn, since he was the only one who hadn't gotten off.
Robert lay there for a few mi was sure they were all through orgasms. He didn't want to interrupt anything. When Cindy finally let Gordon's cock slide out of her mouth, and Gordon dropped his head back away from Shirley's cunt, Robert was ready to make his move. He got to his knees, took Shirley by the shoulders, and pulled her up and off Gordon's face.
For a second Robert thought Gordon was going to object to his taking Shirley away, but Cindy took care of that. She moved over and sat down over his erect cock, lining it up with her anus, that hole she loved to fill, then dropped down over it, taking it all into her rectum at once. She had long before learned the secret of relaxing her anal sphincter at will, and had come prepared with a well-lubricated-in-advance asshole.
Robert pulled Shirley over away from where Gordon and Cindy were now getting it on, laid a little kissing and nibbling on her breasts to make sure that she was feeling rather than thinking, then laid her back on the bed. Her vaginal lips were shining with a mixture of lubrication and saliva, and were a tempting target. One that Robert just couldn't resist.
Shirley was hot and ready. Ready to have Robert stick his cock into her. She wouldn't have minded if he had stuck it in her left nostril, just so it went in somewhere. It wasn't her nostril that Robert wanted, though. It was that gleaming cunt between her legs.
While Robert was making sure that Shirley was ready for a dose of his throbbing cock, he was keeping an eye on the action between Cindy and Gordon, and he was happy to see that both of them seemed completely lost to the world, Cindy was sliding up and down on Gordon's hard cock, bouncing like some kind of bucking bronco rider in a rodeo, and he was puffing and panting like a steam engine. His hands were around her waist, helping her with the bouncing, and there was no doubt in Robert's mind that they were going to be able to amuse themselves for a while, so that he could concentrate on Shirley.
Shirley had her eyes closed and was rocking back and forth, waiting for Robert to stick his cock into her. He didn't make her wait any longer. She was ready and willing as Robert spread her legs, lifting them and fitting them over his shoulders. Then he settled forward, sliding the end of his cock along the crack between her cunt lips.
When the purplish knob was pressed against her vaginal opening, Shirley clamped her legs down on Robert's neck, hard, and for a moment Robert was afraid that, for some unknown reason, Shirley was going to try to stop him from entering her. Then she relaxed, and Robert began to push, easing his hard cock into her vaginal canal.
Shirley groaned a little, as if Robert was hurting her, then her body jackknifed a foot off the bed and she let out a loud moan as his cock slid in. Robert took it easy, sliding his cock in a fraction of an inch at a time, letting Shirley get used to the feel of it. Taking it slow, it took Robert almost three full minutes to get the full length of his cock inside of her, three minutes that brought both of them right to the point of orgasm.
Robert stopped moving for several long seconds, holding completely still while he got his body back under control and drove back the urgent demand of his balls that he shoot his load right then. It wasn't easy, but he managed to regain control, and, when he was sure he was in command of his body's actions, he eased his cock in still deeper, a steady push on his shaft that sent it all the way to the mouth of Shirley's uterus.
When Robert hit bottom he thought that Shirley was going to explode. Her legs locked tight around his neck again, pulling her body, her cunt, toward him, pulling her pussy right up tight against Robert's crotch. Without even starting to stroke, Robert could feel the muscles in her vagina jumping and contracting around his cock as she had a series of little orgasms, building toward the one big orgasm he was preparing her for.
And when it came it must have been something really special, judging from the way Shirley's body twisted and rolled around on the bed in front of Robert, and from the bruises he was getting on his neck and shoulders from her ankles. Somehow he knew, though, that Shirley had still more big orgasms in her, so he continued to hold back his own climax, starting a slow sliding of his cock in and out of her cunt, working on her pussy as gently and lovingly as he could. Then Robert decided to try something just a little different. Something suggested to him by his continuing glances at Cindy and Gordon on the bed next to him.
On one upstroke, pulling his organ back towards the top of her cunt, Robert let it come out all the way, completely out of Shirley's body. Robert saw her eyes fly open in surprise when he slipped out of her cunt, then they closed again and a big smile stretched across her face as he moved his cock down just a little and pressed it against her tight anus. Shirley relaxed the ring of anal muscle, and, helped by the lubrication it had picked up from her cunt, Robert's shaft slid straight and deep into her rectum.
Then, without pausing, Robert pulled it back out again and sent it sliding back into her vagina. He began a back and forth motion, one stroke in her cunt, one in her ass, then back to her vagina, keeping the strokes slow enough to -allow him to establish a smooth and consistent pumping rhythm, a rhythm that Shirley was soon matching with her pumping hips.
Shirley was still having little orgasms every two or three minutes, each climax a little stronger than the one before, and after ten minutes Robert just couldn't hold his own back any longer. His balls felt as if they were about to explode with stopped-up passion. He couldn't hold on to the slow, steady rhythm he had established. The desire in his body was too strong, and it was time he gave in to the demands of his cock and balls.
He forgot about alternating holes, forgot about Shirley's clutching rectum, and concentrated on slamming his cock in and, out of her cunt. The sweat was pouring off his body and dropping down onto Shirley's belly, and he couldn't seem to get enough air into his lungs. Then the end of his cock seemed to explode, pumping out a stream of seminal fluid that burned all the way down the length of his rock-hard cock.
Robert's ejaculation set off one last, tremendous orgasm in Shirley, an orgasm so strong that she lifted her whole body up off the bed with her hands and slammed it against Robert, driving his cock deep into her cunt and preventing him from doing any more pumping. He tried to draw back, to pull his cock out for one last deep thrust, but no matter how far back he pulled Shirley followed him, keeping his cock deep inside her. Her vaginal canal was locked tight around his shaft, and, as her orgasm reached its peak, her vaginal muscles tightened so much that Robert almost yelled from pain. Even though it was hurting him, he squeezed every last drop of seminal fluid out of him, finishing off his orgasm with a final jerk of his cock that left him completely drained.
All the while this was going on, Cindy and Gordon were having themselves a ball on the other half of the bed. Gordon was just lying there, looking like the world had come to an end after that first orgasm Cindy had given him with her mouth, so she had taken the initiative. As a person who had learned early that anal intercourse could turn both her and the man on, she had decided that such an act was just what was needed to get Gordon moving again. So she had climbed up on Gordon, her face towards his feet so that he would be able to see just where his cock was going, and eased her body downward until she felt the head of his cock sliding between the cheeks of her ass.
She relaxed her anal ring, shifted around a little to get Gordon's hard cock in just the right place, then sat down, letting it slide deep into her rectum in one smooth stroke.
It hurt her a little to do it that way, but she knew how good that smooth stroke would feel to Gordon. Because she was facing away from him she couldn't see the expression on Gordon's face, but she had a pretty good idea of how he was reacting to having his cock buried in her rectum. When Cindy slipped the ring of her anus down along the shaft of his cock, his feet stiffened and his toes sort of curled up, and she could feel the muscles in his thighs bunching up underneath her.
She was just guessing about how her actions were affecting Gordon, but there was no guessing necessary about how it was getting to her. That big cock of his felt so good shoved up her rectal tube that she wanted to cry and scream and yell. Instead, Cindy began to lift up, then drop suddenly down, sliding her anus along the full length of his organ, and at the same time she used her fingers on her clitoris and in her vagina to stimulate herself to the point of orgasm. She was in a hurry to climax, hoping that her orgasm would be matched by one from the hardworking man under her.
It was only a few minutes before Gordon really began working with Cindy, taking a bit of direct action on his own. His fingers dug into Cindy's flesh at her waist and began to help her lift up and down, setting the rhythm for her movements, and his hips began to jerk a little under her, slamming the last little bit of his cock into her rectum full-length with each downward thrust of her body, bringing squeals of pleasure/pain from her, and red bursts of impending orgasm to his head.
Cindy knew that it wasn't going to be long before she came, and somehow she knew that Gordon was holding back, that it was going to be quite a while before he let himself reach another orgasm. So Cindy just let herself go, and about three strokes later she felt every muscle in her body tighten up, and, with what felt like skyrockets going off in her mind and a hand grenade in her belly, she came and came and came. She slammed her buttocks down hard on Gordon's crotch, trying to get every last fraction of an inch of his cock into her body, and Gordon cooperated by arching his hips upward and pulling down hard on her waist with his hands, mashing their two bodies together.
Gordon had not climaxed, and Cindy was determined that she wasn't going to let him go much longer without being satisfied. And not just because that was what she was being paid for. She just didn't like the idea of a man balling her, in the ass or in the cunt or in her mouth, and not getting full measure of satisfaction.
Without removing his cock from her ass Gordon pushed Cindy over onto her side, then rolled her completely over so that he was lying on top of her with her stomach pressed into the bed by his still hard and still buried cock. He pumped away at her a couple of times, driving in deep, but that wasn't quite what he wanted to bring him to a climax.
After one particularly hard lunge he slid his cock all the way out of Cindy's ass, and the feeling it gave her when her anus popped closed made her come all over again. Then, with hands that were more hurried than gentle, Gordon grabbed her hips and rolled her over onto her back, under him.
Gordon ended up lying on top of Cindy, his legs between hers in the classic missionary position, the knob on the end of his cock pressed tightly between the lips of her cunt. He gave her a look that seemed to ask if she approved, so she gave him a big smile, and when she did Gordon leaned forward a little, and with one steady shove buried the full length of his hard cock in Cindy's cunt. The stroke was so sudden, and Cindy's vagina so unprepared for the size of Gordon's swollen cock, that she screamed when it hit bottom. It just felt too good for her to accept it quietly.
In seconds Gordon had his cock driving in and out of Cindy's vagina, then he added a little extra touch. He was almost kneeling between Cindy's legs, and with each downward stroke he would rise up a little off his knees, and each time he did that his stiffened member, refusing to bend, would put hard pressure on the sensitive walls of Cindy's vagina, pressure that was soon matched from behind as he slid one finger into her slippery anal opening, already well-lubricated from their intercourse of a few minutes before.
Gordon's chest was heaving and pumping, almost as strongly as his cock was pumping in and out of Cindy's vagina, and his face was gleaming with sweat. With every lunge forward a little grunt would escape from his lips, and Cindy could feel the heat and size of his cock growing in her vaginal canal with each passing second.
Then Gordon's mouth was open and gasping, moans and groans mixing with the whistling of air through his throat, and Cindy felt his boiling hot seminal fluid splashing around inside her vagina, wetting down the walls and making them even more slippery inside, making his sliding cock move more and more quickly, more and more smoothly.
When Cindy felt that she let herself go, and she had an orgasm that seemed to be blowing the top of her head off. The fever that had been gathering in her body had grouped together in a tight, burning little knot in her belly, and all of a sudden that knot exploded, and she saw nothing but red stars and yellow sheets of flame for long seconds as her body pumped itself dry.
Back when they had first parked, Lola, Irene, and Norman had taken the front bed in the motorhome. Norman had rolled straight to the middle of it and lain down flat on his back. The girls had gotten into the bed, Irene crossing over him so that one girl was on each side. She just sat there watching for the moment, while Lola gave him a long, deep, tongue-searching kiss.
When they finally broke for air Lola sat up straight, and then it was time for Irene to swap a little spit with Norman. During the kiss Norman decided it was time for him to take a little action of his own, so he reached up with one hand and began to caress one of Lola's large, firm breasts, tweaking the nipple with his fingers, and to run his other hand gently back and forth on Irene's silky black thigh, all the while getting completely cross-eyed trying to look at both of them at once.
When Norman touched her breast Lola arched her back, almost like a cat being petted and Norman expected her to start purring at any minute. She didn't, though. Instead she looked down at Norman, gave him a big smile, then lifted her leg up over him, straddling his chest with her dripping cunt only inches from his eyes, and from his mouth. Norman, taking the hint in the spirit in which it was given, bent his head forward and kissed those juicy lips, sliding his tongue in just a short distance, curling the tip of it for a minute, then sliding it slowly out again. As he did this, he felt Irene shifting her position on the bed, pulling his hand away from her thigh and the furry, damp patch he was just beginning to explore with his fingers. Then her lips, hot and cold at the same time, were wrapped around the head of his already erect and aching-for-action cock.
Spreading Lola's cunt lips wide with his fingers, Norman searched deeper and deeper into her vagina with his tongue, while Irene stroked away on his cock with her mouth and tongue, getting Norman excited to the point where he consciously had to start holding back to prolong the action.
Norman was putting some heavy heat into Lola with his tongue action, and after a few minutes of his oral probing she grabbed his hair with both hands and pulled his face tight against her crotch. Norman shot his tongue into her as deep as it would go, wiggling it around inside her cunt before pulling it back, then sliding it home again.
Irene stopped her mouth work on Norman's cock, and he felt the bed jerking as she shifted around on it. He felt the soft scratchiness of her kinky pubic hair rubbing against the head of his cock, then the hot wetness of the tightest cunt he had felt in a long time as she lowered herself over his shaft, sliding it in straight and smooth and deep.
Irene began to bounce up and down, pumping sway, hard and fast, her hands squeezing the flesh at Norman's waist, nails biting at his skin, and as the passion built up inside of him he shot his tongue faster and faster in and out of Lola's vagina, until, with accidental but perfect timings they all came at the same time, Lola's love juice flooding into his waiting mouth, Irene coming down so hard around his cock that he knew he was going to have bruises on his pelvis the next day, and his hard cock exploding in a white blaze that seemed as though it would never stop.
After they all caught their breath, Irene figured ft was time for a little position-switching, so she pushed Lola out of the way and bent her head, bringing her face down to Norman's. His lips met hers, and it was as though there was a spark of static electricity jumping between them. Maybe it was just that Irene was imagining things because she was super-hot and horny, but it was like she hadn't been kissed for years, and was trying to make up for all that lost time, all those lost kisses, with just this one kiss.
Norman and Irene both had their mouths wide open when they met, and right away his tongue was deep inside her mouth, playing with her tongue, her gums, her teeth, the insides of her cheeks and lips. When he paused for a second, Irene shot her hungry, probing tongue around his and deep into his mouth, repeating his actions, at the same time beginning to breathe very gently in and out through her mouth, transferring all the sex-heated air from her lungs to his, then back to hers again as she just as gently inhaled, reversing the airflow, sucking it out of his lungs.
Irene's head began to swim and her vision was rapidly blurring, either from the prolonged kiss or from the carbon monoxide buildup in her system caused by the breath-swapping, and finally she just had to pull her lips away from Norman's, even though her emotions were demanding that she continue the kiss for at least the next couple of hours.
Norman had a big smile on-his face when Irene sat up, and she could see that he was waiting impatiently to see just what was going to happen to him next. So impatiently, in fact, that as Irene looked at him Norman decided he just couldn't wait any longer, couldn't take just lying there on the bed doing nothing, and he reached over and slowly began to rub his hand around in Lola's crotch, at the same time lifting his head just enough to kiss one of the dark nipples of Irene's breast.
A warm flush raced through Irene's body, adding to and combining with the fresh heat that was building, and, as she gave him a smile that was full of promise of things to come, Irene moved over on the bed, lifting one leg to pass it over his chest, putting her now sopping wet cunt right in front of his smiling face.
Irene wrapped her hands around the back of his head, her fingers entwining in his hair, but, before she had a chance to finish her move, to pull his head forward into her waiting crotch, he lifted it of his own accord and kissed her right on her throbbing clitoris, then slid his tongue between the lips of her vagina, just far enough to tease her with it. He sort of wiggled the tip of it around just inside Irene's vaginal lips, then slid it out again, leaving her up on a peak of feeling that someone was going to have to do something about, and pretty quickly.
Irene glanced over her shoulder and saw Lola moving into her previous position, straddling Norman's legs, her mouth busy on his cock, lips wrapped around the swollen shaft halfway down its length. While Irene was looking at Lola, Norman sent his fingers to spread apart the dark pink lips of her vagina, and once again slid his loving tongue into place.
This time there was none of that business of just putting his tongue in a fraction of an inch and teasing Irene with it. Norman slid it in all the way, then he again began that curved-tongue-tip bit, tickling the inside of her pussy with his tongue, at the same time sucking on it with his mouth, drawing her juice out so he could taste the essence of her.
Irene could feel the body under her bouncing around as Lola put everything she had into her blow job, and Norman's tongue was matching the bouncing, buried deep in Irene's vagina. Then the motion stopped, and Irene knew what Lola was getting ready to do.
Irene grabbed Norman's head hard, pulling it tight between her legs, partially to keep him from seeing what Lola was doing, and partially to get even more of his tongue into her pussy. Then his body began to move again, and Irene knew, without even looking back over her shoulder this time, that Lola had her rectum wrapped around Norman's cock. The way he was moaning and groaning into her vagina told Irene that something really special was happening to his hardened cock, and she didn't figure that something special was Lola's vagina, simply because she knew the kind of things Lola liked to do to completely blow the minds of customers who seemed capable of enjoying something different.
Norman was a good lover, and even with what Lola was doing to his cock he never missed a lick on Irene's pussy. His chest was heaving up and down under her, his hot breath was shooting into her sensitive, wet vagina, and it didn't take much mental ability on Irene's part to figure out that he was pretty close to an orgasm. As close, in fact, as she was. She knew that neither of them were going to have to wait many more seconds.
Then, in a very nice coincidence, for the second time that night they all came at the same time, with Norman's hips driving upward as he tried to get his cock all the way into Lola's rectum, Lola slamming down on Norman's shaft, and Irene cramming her crotch forward and pulling back on his head at the same time to get his tongue as deep inside her straining pussy as it would go, to drain the last drop of feeling, the last shudder of excitement, out of her orgasm.
It was a fantastic come for all of them, and especially for Norman. Irene saw the expression on his face when she moved to one side to let him see which of Lola's holes he had his shaft buried in. She later wished she had a camera with her to record that look of shock on his face.
After all the shaking and moaning had stopped, Irene and Lola rolled off Norman, one to each side, and they just lay there for several long minutes, trying to catch their breath. There was a strong possibility that none of them could have moved right then, even had the motorhome caught fire or the cops come beating on the door. They were just too exhausted and out of air. Of course, all of them were young, even the customer, all were in nearly perfect condition, and each had lots of staying power. It was only a few minutes before they snapped back out of that exhaustion and were ready to go again.
Lola was the first to get her strength back, and she began to lick Norman's cock and balls clean. Irene followed her lead by using her tongue to lick up the salty sweat that had flowed into small pools on Norman's hairy chest. Then, once they had him clean and he was breathing a little more regularly, almost normally, Lola and Irene started all over again on him, with Irene back at his cock, which was rapidly hardening again.
The head of Norman's cock smelled and tasted all hot and musky and salty to Irene, and there were still little drops of come oozing out every so often. And Irene caught every one of them with the tip of her tongue, savoring their taste.
For a second Norman's cock had stopped hardening, getting only half-hard, but when Irene ran her tongue-tip around the ruby-red ridge just behind the head, and then gave it a strong suck with her lips sealed tight around the shaft, it not only got completely hard again almost instantly, but in less than five seconds Norman was shooting another, this time his final, load of come down Irene's throat. A load she eagerly swallowed, sucking him dry, making sure that he got everything he paid for, and she got everything she needed.
Thanks to the twin appointments that nights the girls were pretty tired by the time they dropped Robert, Gordon, and Norman off. Not so tired, though, that they didn't agree when Lola suggested they stop for coffee on the way back to town.
Minutes later they pulled into a large drive-in restaurant, flashing the lights of the motorhome on and off to attract the attention of the carhop. Lola didn't want to pull right into the first row, where most of the car service was taking place, simply because it was so hard to get the motorhome out of any confined area.
They ordered coffee and sandwiches, then settled back to wait for their food, each wrapped in her own thoughts. Lola and Shirley were thinking about the night just past, Irene was thinking about nights to come, and, unavoidably since it had never been far from the front of her mind, Cindy was thinking about her appointment that afternoon with the boss of this whole operation.
Suddenly there was a loud roaring sound outside, and two big motorcycles pulled into the vacant parking space next to the motorhome. The girls watched in fascination as the two riders, big unkempt men in their early thirties, climbed off their machines and walked inside the restaurant.
Cindy finally broke the silence. "Jesus Christ! Will you look at those two brutes. I wonder if they're only allowed out of their cages on weekends?"
"Oh, they probably aren't as bad as they look," Lola said. "They just like to be a little different, to shock people."
"They've succeeded," Cindy said. "I'm shocked."
"Don't kid yourself," Shirley said from where she was sitting on the edge of the front bed, "I went out with a biker once, before I turned professional. And if s not an experience I'd particularly like to repeat, or even think about."
"Why? What did he do?" Cindy asked.
"Well, he damn near raped me, for one thing. No warning, no warm-up, no nothing. As soon as he had me alone the first time he whipped out his cock, damn near ripped my skirt and panties off, and the next thing I knew he was stuffing it tome."
"Well," Cindy said with a smile, "what's so bad about that?"
"You try it some time, and you'll know what's so bad about it."
"I'd sort of like to try it tonight," Lola said looking over at Cindy.
"You mean pick up these two?"
"Why not? I'm still horny, even after everyone we've had in here tonight, and I'd sort of like to see what it's like to be fucked by a gorilla."
"Well," Cindy said, "I don't know ... "
"I don't know if I rate a vote or not, not being a part of your regular team," Irene said from where she was sitting next to Shirley, "but it sounds sort of interesting to me."
"Okay," Cindy said decisively, "we'll try it. What have we got to lose?"
"Oh, shit!" Shirley exclaimed. "Are we in trouble now! You kids just don't know what you're letting yourself in for, and by the time you find out, it'll be way too late to back out."
Their food came just then, stopping the conversation. As they ate, the girls watched the two men through the plate glass windows of the restaurant, each with her own thoughts, her own anticipations.
Then minutes later, just as the girls were finishing up, the two men drained the last of their coffee, paid their check, and walked out to where their bikes were parked next to the motorhome. Lola had her window rolled down, and when the larger of the two looked over at her she smiled at him and said, "Those sure are beautiful motorbikes."
"Motorcycles, fox. Harley-Davidson motorcycles. Not motorbikes," the smaller of them answered. The larger one, the one to whom Lola had spoken, only grunted, as if that was the sum total of his vocabulary.
"We were thinking of having a little party tonight," Lola said. "Would you like to join us?"
"What kind of party?" the small one asked, suspicion in his voice.
"Oh, just a party. You know ... "
"How many people?" the big one asked, speaking for the first time.
"Six, altogether," Lola answered. "The four of us, and the two of you."
"Yeah! That sounds like something I could get into," the smaller one said with a grin.
"Okay," the big one agreed. "Where?"
"Get in back, and we'll take you there," Lola said, starting to open the door of the motor-home.
"No way. We don't leave our bikes anywhere, not for anything. Not even for four juicy cunts. If you want us to ball you, you're gonna have to show us the way. You lead, we'll follow."
For a second Lola was shocked by the blunt-ness of his words, but then she smiled, flashed the lights of the motorhome for the car-hop, and, when the bill was paid, she pulled the motorhome out of the lot, with the two motorcycles right behind.
"You'll be sorry," Shirley said from the back of the motorhome, as Lola pointed it toward William Land Park, the closest secluded area.
Lola parked the motorhome on a secluded road above the lake. The Bight was quite warm, and rather than have their little party with the two hikers inside the motorhome, the girls decided to spread some blankets on the grass.
Cindy got out first, taking along a couple of blankets, and began to spread them on the grass next to the road. As she did so she was very aware of the two motorcyclists, still sitting on their bikes, staring at her. The two of them were talking as they watched the young girl struggle to get the blankets straight on the ground, but they were talking so softly that Cindy couldn't hear what they were saying. Then the larger of the two let out a loud laugh and climbed off his bike, starting towards Cindy. After a second's delay, the other one followed.
"Need some help, doll?" he laughed. He was built like a bear, towering over Cindy. Black shoulder-length hair framed his face, twisted and tangled by the wind, and his heavy black beard seemed to blend with the thick matting of black hair on his chest, exposed through the open front of his Levi vest. His ragged jeans were matted and shiny with years-old grease. They were held up by a heavy chain around his waist.
"I can't seem to get it to lie straight," Cindy said, unable to hide the beginnings of fear in her voice. Now that they were actually about to take on this pair of animals she was wishing she had never approved of the plan.
He grinned, showing gaps in his teeth, and without any warning reached forward and grabbed Cindy's arm. "If you get it straight, we're just gonna mess it up. So why bother?" he asked with a laugh. "Come on, let's have some fuckin'." Cindy started to pull back a little. "Hey, I'm not gonna bite ya. Not very hard, anyway." He laughed again, and began to pull Cindy close to his massive body. She tried to pull away, but his grip tightened painfully on her arm and she screamed, from pure panic. She heard the door of the motorhome open, and in seconds Lola was standing next to her.
"Hey, what the hell do you guys think you're doing? This is supposed to be a party, not a rape. Get your filthy hands off her." At Lola's words the big cyclist released his hold on Cindy, but only to turn towards Lola, a big smile on his face. Cindy tried to cry out a warning, but she was frozen, unable to move or make a sound, watching helplessly as the other cyclist circled quietly around behind Lola. Finally she found her voice and screamed again, but her warning was too late.
The smaller of the two bikers had come tip right behind Lola, and he swung his heavily muscled arm in a whipping motion across her back. Lola's eyes glazed with pain and a gasp of agony escaped from her lips as she fell to her knees. Then the man who had been holding Cindy stepped forward, swinging his heavy boot up into Lola's chest, luckily not with all the force he could have used.
Lola flipped over backwards, screaming like a wounded animal, and Cindy tried to run to hers but the big biker grabbed her again, pulled her back and forced her to her knees in front of him. He looked down at Cindy, and she saw the light of animal passion in his eyes.
He swung his greasy hand, and the back of it slammed against Cindy's mouth, and as she fell backwards she tasted hot blood behind her lips. In a daze she felt his hands tearing at the cloth of her dress and panties, ripping them from her body, then she was pinned to the ground beneath his massive body, his rank beard rubbing against her face as his legs pressed between hers, spreading them open.
Then, with a tearing pain, he shoved his rock-hard cock into Cindy's unlubricated cunt. He slammed up and down on her, grunting like an animal, and it seemed like forever before she felt the hot flood inside of her that signaled his climax.
Despite herself, Cindy was beginning to enjoy the feeling of that hard cock in her cunt when the man reached his climax, and she wasn't at all sure whether she felt relief that it was over, or regret that it hadn't lasted long enough for her to get off when he got to his feet. She was still trying to make up her mind, get her emotions straightened out, when she noticed that the second bike rider, who had been guarding Lola, was moving her way, unbuttoning his pants as he came. A thrill of anticipation passed through Cindy's body as she saw his cock spring into view, then he was at her, grabbing her by the hair and lifting her upward.
The biker was holding Cindy on her knees in front of him, rubbing his stiff cock back and forth across her face, and Cindy was on the verge of opening her mouth to capture it, perhaps to bite it, perhaps to suck it, when he pulled away from her, and with a backhanded slap knocked her to the ground.
He dropped down over her, stuffing his cock straight into Cindy's already sore cunt, and began grinding away at her body. In moments he, too, came, then he was off and the other biker, the big one, was back for a second helping of Cindy's vagina.
In minutes a black curtain seemed to drop over Cindy's mind. She wasn't unconscious-she could still feel and hear what was going on-but it was like it was happening to someone else. Memories of that afternoon with Lafferty in his office downtown began mixing with the events of the present in her mind, until she wasn't sure just who was abusing her body, or what was happening, really happening, and what she was just afraid was going to happen.
Later she had dim memories of one of the bikers shoving his cock deep into her mouth, then pounding at her face with his fists when she bit him. There was a time when she was lying there, for a moment not being violated, the area between her legs a mass of pain, then someone rolled her over, pressing her face into the grass off the edge of the blanket, and there was another flash of pain as one of them forced his way into her rectum.
Then it-was over, and Cindy slowly came back to her senses. She didn't understand at first what was happening, but she saw a light through the trees. A light from a rapidly approaching car. Motorcycle engines roared, and the two bikers suddenly disappeared in a cloud of smoke and dust, leaving the road to cut across the golf course, where hopefully the car would not be able to follow.
While the two bikers had been busy with Cindy and Lola, Shirley and Irene, who hadn't ventured out of the motorhome until the bikers were busy with Cindy, had slipped away and run out of the park, searching for help-help that they had eventually found in the form of a police cruiser.
CHAPTER NINE
The irony of the girls'-probably the four top hookers in Northern California-being rescued by the police, didn't strike them until much later. At the time it happened all they could think about was how lucky they were that the bikers had forgotten about the two still in the motorhome, and that they had been able to find help so quickly that late at night.
The police had insisted on Cindy's and Lola's being taken to the county hospital for a check, but they were released after a quick examination showed that they had suffered no serious damage. Shirley and Irene had followed them to the hospital with the motorhome, and were waiting for them when they were released with instructions that they should go home, have a hot bath and get a good night's sleep. Which is just what they intended to do.
While they had been inside, Irene had told Shirley what she had heard from the other girls about Cindy's visit to the boss that afternoon. It was because of that, and because she knew that Lola had only one bath, and that she was going to be soaking in it while Cindy continued to hurt, or vice-versa, that she spoke to Cindy when she came out of the hospital.
"Cindy, why don't you come over and spend the night at my place?" she asked. "I've got one of those great big, walk-in tubs, which is just what you need right now."
"I wouldn't want to impose," Cindy said in a detached voice, as if she really didn't care what she did.
"You wouldn't be imposing," Shirley said, concern in her voice. There's only one other person there, my brother who's visiting from L.A., and he'll probably be sound asleep by the time we get in. And if he isn't-so what?"
Cindy thought about it for a minute, then nodded her head. "Okay," she said, a little life coming back into her voice, "that sounds nice. I'd love it."
Minutes later they were at Shirley's apartment, and the two girls said goodnight to Lola and Irene. Shirley fold Lola she would make arrangements to have another team take whatever appointments they might have on the schedule for the next night, so that they could all take twenty-four hours off. Lola smiled, said goodnight, and the motorhome moved off down the street just as the sky was beginning to lighten with the coming dawn.
Shirley pulled a towel down off the linen shelf, then led Cindy straight to the tub. And seeing that tub seemed to wake Cindy from the stupor she had been in since the police had rescued her from the bikers. It was, quite easily, the biggest bathtub she had ever seen. Actually, it was more like an indoor pool, a good fifteen feet long by ten feet wide. With a wide smile on her face Cindy quickly stripped off the torn remnants of her clothes and lowered herself into the gently steaming water, finding it was almost four feet deep. She had completely forgotten the very existence of Shirley, and the redhead smiled her understanding and turned quietly, leaving the room and heading for bed.
Slowly, soaking in the hot water up to her neck, Cindy felt warmth and life returning to her body and mind. The fog was lifting, and she was almost back to normal when the slightly ajar door to the bathroom suddenly opened wide.
"Oh, excuse me!" the young man said, quickly backing out the door. "I didn't know there was anyone here."
"That's alright," Cindy said, becoming more and more her old self with each passing second. She looked up at the young man, who was now frozen in the doorway, with a mischievous smile on her face. "Come on in and relax," she said softly, sexily. "I'll be through in a moment. You must be Shirley's brother."
The young man nodded his head. "Barry," he said simply in introduction.
"And my name's Cindy."
"Glad to meet you," Barry said. Cindy's body, what he could see of it through the water, was magnificent, if somewhat bruised in a few places, and Barry felt himself coming down with a case of instant hard-on. Taking Cindy's smile as an invitation, which-it was, he quickly stripped off his clothes and slid into the tub, which he found was filled with warm but not-too-hot water, Cindy's hand went below the surface and immediately began to stroke Barry's hot cock, and he bent his head to lick glistening drops of water off her lovely breasts.
Surprisingly, considering what she had been through, Cindy found herself quickly hot and ready. Barry was wondering if she would stay that way all the way back to his bedroom, but he need not have bothered with the thought. It soon became evident to him that Cindy wanted him right there, in that big tub of hot water, and she wanted him quickly.
Cindy pushed him back toward the edge of the tub, to where there was a series of steps leading down into the blue-tinted water. Barry sat down on the middle step, and Cindy quickly dipped her head under the water to kiss the head of his cock, running her tongue all over it, at the same time starting to tickle his balls with just her fingertips.
Cindy came up for a quick breath of air, then went right down again, this time wrapping her lips around Barry's cock and taking it all the way into her mouth. He thought that she was really getting to him, and then she started something that really turned him on. She began blowing bubbles, and the tickling sensation they sent running up the length of Barry's cock nearly drove him right out of the tub.
Cindy came up for air again, and when she did Barry grabbed her, pulling her tight against him, kissing her long and hard while his hands roamed over her body. He was still sitting on that step, and Cindy sat down on one of his legs, wrapping her legs around his and pressing her cunt against his knee, sliding back and forth, partially supported by the water. Barry could see that the hair on his leg, brushing against her vaginal lips and clitoris, was really turning Cindy on.
Barry slid down onto the bottom step, bringing the water level up to the middle of his chest, and Cindy spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist, half-floating, the floating hair between her legs brushing against the head of his cock, bringing him to the point where he was just going to have to get it on with her or shoot a load of sperm into the bath water.
Barry grabbed Cindy's hips and pulled her down over his cock, sliding it deep into her hot and wet pussy. Her legs tightened around his waist and they just sat there for a minute, savoring the sensation of their hot bodies locked together in the cooling water. Then Cindy released the pressure on Barry's waist and floated upward, the friction of his cock inside her vagina the only thing that kept her from floating away completely.
Barry pulled her down again, and when he released her Cindy floated upward again. It was an easy way to fuck, but the pressures and needs that were filling their bodies couldn't accept that slow-motion action. She began to use her legs, and soon Cindy was bouncing up and down on Barry as his hips began to jerk in time with her motions. Sweat was pouring off both of them as they slammed at each other, half-in and half-out of the cool water, and it was only minutes before Cindy's moans and shudders told Barry that she was ready to come. His own climax was ready, and when he felt her vagina contracting and shuddering around his shaft he let himself fire, driving upward with his hips so hard that he came off the step, and the two of them floated out into the tub, with his flesh still locked deep inside of her, jerking and straining.
Just as Barry was reaching his peak the two of them sank completely under the surface, and the shock of the cool water closing over their sweating upper bodies caused both of them to climax all over again. They came up sputtering and laughing, and as Barry slowly pulled his cock out of Cindy's cunt, he almost cried out from the pleasure and the pain as the cool water hit his still hot cock.
Barry reached out and took a hold of Cindy's hand, to lead her out of the pool and to his bedroom, when he heard a soft laugh. He looked up, and found that his sister had come into the bathroom, unheard.
"I'm glad to see that you've recovered," she said to Cindy. "For a while there when we were on our way home from the hospital I was worried."
"For a while, there," Cindy said with a smile, "you had a reason to worry. I was really out of it. But between your pool and your brother, I think I've got things pretty well straightened out."
"Good, because I may not be able to get us the night off I promised. Seems the schedule is really busy tonight, and Lafferty's already short-handed. A couple of his girls quit yesterday."
"Well," Cindy said, "sorry to disappoint you, but you can tell Lafferty another of his girls just quit. Today is a new day, and I'm gonna forget all about yesterday and last night. I really appreciate all you and Lola and Irene did for me, taking me off the streets and all, but this sort of life just isn't for me. I'm headed back for L.A. this afternoon."
"Hey," Barry said, "can I come?"
"Only if you get it hard again. Only if you get it hard, baby," Cindy said with a smile.
