I had her pants down and her legs spread. I wasn't even gonna bother with her tits. What the hell? She had one of those perfect beavers, hair as soft as mink and lips that shouted at you: "Suck me! Suck me!" Who needs tits at a time like that? So I was on my way down on her, down into the flesh breach, when she pulled me by the ears: "Up here first," she said. "On my titties."
I looked up. She'd unbuttoned her blouse. What do you say to a fifteen year old kid (with mammaries like melons and flesh so smooth that you want to eat every inch of it) when she shows you her tits and says she wants you to lick them? I don't know about you, but I say, "Yes, ma'am!" So I went to work on her breasts, even though I hadn't intended to. I don't know if you ever noticed or not, but a pair of knockers isn't always really a pair. I mean sometimes you got a girl with big boobies and one of them looks like it's filled with putty and the other one looks like it was short-changed. Barbara's titties were just like that. One was bigger than the other. They were as different as Abott and Costello.
Don't get me wrong. That didn't stop me from giving them both the full treatment. I used two hands, pushed on the sides of one of those big mams, and sucked up a good three mouthfuls. I used my lips to tug on the sprung nipple. Naturally, every now and then I wandered the smooth surface of that creamy flesh with my spread tongue. Believe you me it was a lick that neither of us will ever forget, Barbara especially. "Oh, God," she moaned softly, still holding onto my head, "I love it when you lick 'em, Charley. That's just the best of all." I could feel her eyes on my wet tongue as I strung out the lick, made it last practically forever. Everywhere I went there seemed to be more fresh titty, all of it needy for a good, wet tongue.
Maybe I should backtrack a little and tell you how I met this delectable piece of ass. I have a van that I picked up from a hauncho in the valley. It wasn't much when I got it, but I painted the thing and fixed up the back. Believe you me, the interior of my wheels is enough of a boudoir that I could seduce Whistler's Mother in there if I wanted to. It's lined with plush fuck carpeting-white, naturally-and mauve drapes seal up the back and side portals when I need privacy for you know what. I bought that van six months ago and ever since I've been doing nothing but fucking and sucking my brains out.
Anyhow, let me be honest with you. From time to time the picture taking business-I'm a professional photographer-isn't what it's cracked up to be. Sometimes you make a living at it, and sometimes you live in your van. And during those times, just to make sure you've got gas money, maybe you sell a little dope. Nothing spectacular, but enough to get by on.
I was on my way to Santa Monica to deliver an order. I don't usually mess around with hitch-hikers when I'm dealing, but Barbara was an exception. She was wearing shorts, and her long legs were irresistible. She had her thumb cocked, but that wasn't what she was hitching with, I skidded to a stop and picked her up. She couldn't have been older than fifteen or so. And I quickly found out that where she wasn't long smooth leg, she was big tit and fresh nipple. "Where to?" I asked her, and she said simply: "Wherever."
I parked in front of Jane's house, the girl who was buying the dope. And that's where I was when Barbara and I had stopped talking and started getting to know each other.
"Baby," I said, "I could lick your nipples all day long."
"Oh, yes," she hummed. "Good." She pressed her other titty up for a little suck. Naturally, I let go of the first one and went for the other. The titty was ready, covered with chills and smooth as silk. I plopped the cap into my mouth and rubbed my tongue across the cherry tip. "God damn good," she moaned. It was one of the best sucks ever, a fantasy come true. I worked my way down her torso. When I got back to her belly and pelvis I started using my hands under her butt. She talked to me about how she loved to do it with a stranger, how this was the way she always got laid, by hitch-hiking and making it with the guy who picked her up. Sometimes, she said, she would do it with whoever picked her up. She couldn't care if he was an old man or a woman or whoever. She'd just put the make on them. She had a pretty good batting average, too, from the way she talked, getting turned down only once in a while. It was easy to tell why. She had a great body and she knew exactly how to move it.
I rubbed my tongue across the smooth skin of her lean stomach. She was fifteen years old with the equipment of a winner and the soft flesh of a child. I worked down into her bush, finally arriving where I'd begun. I used my hands under the backs of her nubile thighs to spread her loins out. She leaned back in the long carpeting and angled her legs so I could get in. I gave her my preliminary lick, along the soft, sweet lips surrounding her vagina, up and down the first distance between those lips. There was already a steady supply of ooze dripping and building up inside. "Jesus," she moaned, "you know how to take care of me." I rubbed my tongue into her clitoris and she nearly went flying through the roof of the van. She grabbed onto the side of the cabin and I could see her knuckles turning white. She spread her legs upwards, pulled her thighs back and I had access, if I wanted it, to both her twat and her bunghole. I concentrated, for the time being, on just her bouncing clit. "Uuuuuhh," she moaned when I sucked the thing up into my mouth. "Jesus!"
The insides of my friendly little hitch-hiker's hole were slippery as you could ask for. The flesh was long and smooth, and I could feel muscles going to work in there that you usually don't find except in an older woman. Barbara, it was turning out, was a very hot kid. I reached up to her hungry breasts and rubbed the tips and the sides of that thing while I continued to work out in her snatch. She loved every minute of it, and so did I.
Soon she was dripping so plentifully that I had to give her some of my cock. I pulled her up under me and she fumbled with the belt-buckle. I pulled away and gave her room to work in. She had me untied and my pants down a few seconds later. "Jesus," she moaned again, "I got myself what I been looking for." She jumped for my hog, pushed gently on my chest, and I slid backwards into the carpet. She had my meat and her hands were everywhere, sliding up and down my belly, working on my buttocks, rubbing my hips as she sucked me into erection. Her smooth thick lips curled around the head of my dick. They were moist and open as she slid the meat into her face, and then the lips were circled and tight, sealing my wet flesh in a perfect suck. I watched her head bob up and down on my joint. She used her mouth to kiss and lick my prick the way a five-year old kid works out on a sucker. She was everywhere at once, enjoying every minute of it.
"Jesus," she said, pulling off and admiring her own work. "Look at the size of that thing." She held my joint upright and laughed. "I never saw a prick so big before."
"Well," I said, "thank you. I never saw a child give such good head."
She liked that, me calling her a child, and expressed her affection for me with another long tonguing. Her mouth muscle started at the base of my cock and slid up to the tip. She wrapped her lips around the head and leaned into the blow-job, giving me the final exciting denouement. Then she worked around, taking her shorts off as she went, and spread her legs over my face. I was happy to get that hot, hairy notch of hers between my lips.
"There you go," I said, watching the wet fur settle into my mouth. "Perfect." My tongue shoot forward, into the gap, and took her clitoris to task. I rubbed up and down on the smooth surface of that little twat-pecker, rubbing it and jamming on it as best I could. She rolled her hips around on my face. I gave her more of my tongue, as long and as still as I could. "Oooh," she groaned, the passion developing quickly in her young body. "I love that." She popped my hog into her face and worked feverishly to make me as high as she could. Her tongue did the major part of the work, rubbing and caressing at especially the head. She used her cheek from time to time, holding my joint against her face and turning her head from side to side.
For my part, I used my hands to roll and rub her smooth young ass cheeks. I loved the feel of her soft moon globes, and I didn't hesitate to rub a finger in and out of her sweet little bunghole. She seemed to enjoy that, and she pumped her pussy down into my face for more of my tongue. I was happy to provide her with as much of the long wet mouth muscle as she could enjoy. I spread it out against her clitoris and teased her with light rubs and caresses. She was soon all passion and juice. The slippery ooze flowed along my chin and down my neck. I wondered if she'd had sex recently, if maybe she was putting me on about the hitch-hiking fucks. That's how horny she was, horny enough to make me think she hadn't had it in a good long while.
"You're good," I told her, as she swung her hips gracefully from side to side in my face. I licked up into her twat. The fur was smooth and greasy, coated with juice and ready for all the licking I could give. I went for the clit again and sucked it down between my lips. She rolled harder when she felt that long swabbing action. I knew she was well on her way to ecstasy. "Honey," I muttered into her hot cunt, "you just keep moving like this and in another minute you'll be climaxing all over the place."
"Mmmmmm," she hummed, too busy to talk. She worked her mouth up and down the cap of my cock. She concentrated on the mushroom head, and she was sure to keep a good steady licking action going as she went. Soon she'd wet down my entire hog. There was saliva everywhere. Not an inch of my meat was dry. From there she pushed deep into my crotch and kissed my nuts. She took them one at a time for a good, long tonguing. Before I knew it she was needling her long wet muscle into my ass-hole. I don't know how she did it from that angle, but she managed to get the tip of her tongue going in the entrance to my shithole. I spread my legs more for her, and then she asked me to turn over. I did that and she started right off using her hands on my buttocks. She rubbed and caressed at my hefty ass-cheeks, and she pulled them apart. I could feel one hand going smoothly up and down the crack in my butt. She felt up the bunghole, lightly, with her finger, and she pulled them apart. I could feel one hand going smoothly up and down the crack in my butt. She felt up the bunghole, lightly, with her finger, and then she dove in between my buttocks, with her cheeks and her tongue. Her lips cressed around the crater and she filled my shit tube with long, wet, teaming tongue meat. "Gooooood," I muttered. "Really fine!"
She licked the trough, wet it down and slid back for more of my ass-hole. I lifted up onto my hands and knees. She had my entire ass for a playground. She used it all. She worked one hand around my waist and picked up my sprung cock flesh. She rubbed the saliva-slippery joint and balls. She used her tongue in my ass-hole at the same time. "Baby," I said, "you know what you want, eh?"
"I want the same from you," she said simply. "Know what I mean?" She didn't wait for my answer. She stuffed my bunghole up with her wet juicy mouth muscle. She reamed me out like there was no tomorrow. It felt like a small, wet worm was climbing in and out of the entrance to my anal cavity. She used her oral technique on just about every portion of my pelvis. Soon I could feel the chills climbing up around my hips and up my spine.
When the fever of her oral lust reached my brain I practically shouted: "Oh, fuck!"
I swung around and forced her down on my pecker. Her sweet lips mouthed my hog and her long tongue went to work on the shaft. She was sliding up and down, under my fierce guiding hands, and working her lips along the shaft as fast as possible. "Honey," I told her, "you are good." I held her long blonde hair tight in both fists that I could get her going anywhere I wanted. "Sweetheart," I told her, "make sure you get that shaft. Suck on the shaft." She took the sweet meat between her lips and nibbled on it as if there was no other source of food in the world. She tongued and ate the stiff, thick member. I worked her face up and down, along the ridge in the underside of my joint. She loved it, loved being forced this way and that, loved my big fuck-stick rolling between her lips. Everything was wet.
"Get ready," I told her, feeling the warm, tender chills of orgasm starting up in my nuts. "Get ready for the bag of jism you been dying for."
She sucked lightly, continued to tongue and concentrate on the spongy pink tissue of my mushroom head. Soon I was twitching and only milliseconds from jazzing all over her mouth and face. She pulled back for a moment and caught the first gob of hot sticky semen juice in the face. When she wrapped her lips and her hands around the base of my hog. She tugged on it, held it like a baseball bat, and sucked. She swallowed all of that hot pudding down her throat. I must have been close to gagging her with the fat head of my dick. That heart-shaped mushroom head was filling her gullet. She kept swallowing until there was no more hot come for her and then she began licking. She rolled her tongue up and down my spent meat saying: "You came so nice. I love the jism. That's the best part, the hot jism." She licked my pecker clean. I didn't know what to say, so I just waited for her to say something. I knew she was horny and that she hadn't come yet, so I just waited.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, after she'd been laying there with her head on my thigh, watching my joint shrink to normal size, she moaned: "It's so small now."
"You can make it bigger if you want to," I said. I smiled but she didn't see that. She just went right back to work sucking on my prick. I liked the way her tongue moved, and I especially liked the fact that she was so young. Her eyes and her face carried that expression of youth that can't be imitated. And her tongue was vigorous, even innocent, in the way she used it to massage my joint. She curled around and sloshed up and down on the long fuck-stick. It only took her maybe five or six laps to get the meat at full-mast again. She was a real find, Barbara was, and one that I wouldn't let go of. I reached down and gave her a little more direction, shoving her head up and down, her mouth, just the way I liked it. She took the instruction well. And she was blushing like a beet.
"Shit," she moaned after a while, "I want some of this in me."
"What about a little suck in the cunt first?" I suggested.
"Oh, would you?" she asked.
I always feel some sort of responsibility. All I have to do is think back to high school and the blue balls I felt every horny Friday night. With that memory in mind, I could lick a cunt into ecstasy even if it took me three days to do it. It just seems like the right thing to do. If that's what the girl wants, anyhow.
So I was happy to spread out Barbara's legs and fill her twat once again with long tongue meat. I gave her a good swabbing, an introductory slosh, just to be sure that she was thoroughly wet down. Then I splashed my mouth muscle across her clitoris and waited for the little pussy-pecker to go erect again. "Fuck," she grumbled, "I'm gettin' hot."
"Yeah," I said, talking into her sap producing honey pot, "that's the whole idea." She waved her slippery vaginal lips back and forth by swaying her hips. Her smooth warm loins pressed close around my face. She was about as smooth and hot as could be. I drilled her vagina with my tongue, and she moaned: "Come on, higher. Rub up my clit. Please, my clit!"
I didn't mind giving her everything I could. I knew it would pay off. I jammed up against her clitoris, rubbed that meaty little pussy muscle with a good long swabbing. I gave the slippery twat-joint a good slug of of my tongue and then clapped it between my lips. I sucked up some of the juicy stuff around it and pulled. Tugging the tight sex knob this way and that, I was able to get her gushing. She was well into climax. "Ooooh," she moaned. "Yeeeeeesssss!" Her slippery pussy opened up wide. I could see undulating muscles and long curved tubular pieces of flesh rolling within her orgasmic flesh cave. She pumped up and down, with three quick jerks, and then settled into post-orgamsic bleating: "Uuuuhhhh ... ahhhhhhh ... sheeeeet." Then she rolled off and away in the deep soft carpeting on the floor of my van.
"Hey, baby," I said. "Lift up. I don't want you leaking all over the carpeting, eh?" I slid a chamois under her butt. She plopped down on the smooth leather and the juice puddled there beneath her beaver. "That's better," I said. Then I hopped onto her long, nubile body. I landed a good shot, right between her legs, and my joint went sliding up into her pelvis. "Oooh, God," she cried. "I wasn't expecting that." She swung her hips backwards, then climbed my hog with her cunt. She was still hot enough, maybe even more so than ever, to enjoy riding my rod. I gave her a full helping, and two pumps later she was so full of stiff flesh bone that she didn't know what hit her. "Ahhhh," she creamed, "fuuuuuck!"
"Yeah," I said, pounding her with a quick couple of dynamite thrusts, "take as much of this as you want." She bent her body upwards and pressed her titties around my face. I jammed hard and long, rolling my hips into her groin. She had all the long fat hog she could possibly use, and she did well with it, too. She rubbed good tight muscles and a lot of satin soft flesh into my joint. Pretty soon she was jerking her lovely velvet flesh, hoping to get a box-load of pudding in her cunt.
I nailed her down to the floor of the van. I shot up high, rolled deep into her belly. She screeched in ecstasy as my fuck-muscle began to throb in her body. She rubbed back and forth across my jamming pecker. She couldn't believe I had so much more hot jism for her. She bounced up and down, twisting and twirling on my joint. There was no stopping young Barbara now. I let her have the rest of my jism, and she started practically crying, telling me that it had been a month since she'd broken up with her boyfriend, that he had been her first lover, that she never fucked anyone else, that all the stuff about the hitch-hiking was bullshit. I was the first one she'd fucked in a month, and she never fucked anyone else except this other boyfriend who was gone now. I pulled out my hog because I couldn't stand fucking a girl while she was crying like that.
But no sooner had the bulb of my joint cleared her twat when she crawled down on the greasy bone and started licking. She was so hot and so sad that the only thing that could take her mind off how lonely and horny she'd been was the stiff meat in front of her. She used her tongue to lick it all clean. She rubbed her lips into it and spread her tongue out to make sure that she didn't miss any of me. I couldn't turn her down, crying or not, because that was what she wanted. She gave me such good head that I knew I'd probably never use her for anything else. I told her it was a good thing that we'd met like this, that it was good that she'd finally let herself go a little. She told me she was glad that we had talked and she went back to sucking me off some more. She used her tongue to lick every inch of my pecker. As I watched her head bob up and down around my joint, and as I felt her smooth, melon-shaped titties rubbing against my thighs, I thanked God for sending the hauncho with the van to me. After all, if I hadn't had that van and my carpeted boudoir, I'd have never met Barbara.
"Shit," I said in a whisper, "you give the finest head I ever had from a kid."
She looked up at me and said: "My name's Barbara Binger and I'm not a kid. If you think fifteen is a kid, then you're crazy. And I'll prove it to you." She went down on my joint and splayed her tongue across the spongy tissue of the head. She worked the muscle slowly but surely into her face. I watched my penis disappear in her mouth. Soon she had my prick all the way up her face. She might have been fifteen, I had to admit, but she gave head like a woman who's done it for years. "You're alright, Barbara," I told her. "You're alright." She didn't bother looking up. She just kept licking my fat erect cock.
II
I was half-way up the orgasm ladder, Barbara Binger's justifiably horny lips doing the stimulating, when a rapping at the side of the van interrupted. Barbara may have been the best teen blow-job in town, but she was also modest. She quickly pulled up her shorts and buttoned her blouse. She was so fast that I hardly had a chance to voice protest.
I peeked out the rear window and saw Jane standing there. I couldn't hear her too well, but I figured she was looking for me. I'd parked in front of her house with the shades on the van closed. Now she was wondering what was happening, where her dope was. I pulled up my trousers and told Barbara Binger that we'd have to pick up where we left off a little later. I opened the door to the van and called Jane over.
I've known Jane Sonora for well over ten years. I met her when she was a kid, a friend of a girl I used to date. But then Jane was fat and a little uncomfortably forward. like I said, however, that was a long time before. Now she was a buxom brunette with long, slender tanned legs. She usually wears loose hippy style tent dresses that give the wrong impression. It wasn't until I saw her at a pool party about three months ago that I realized what an incredible piece of ass she really is. The baby pictures in my memory, I assure you, were quickly erased when I saw Jane in a two piece bathing suit. She has the supple curves of a model and the personality of an artist. She's long and lithe where it counts, and she has big ripe mammaries that you want to suck the minute you see them. Anyhow, I deal her a little dope every now and then, just to keep in touch.
I introduced the two girls, and Jane asked me about the grass. "Well," I said, "I've got some pretty fair stuff. Why don't you just try a little?"
"We can't go inside," said Jane. "My mom's still home. Just-"
I cut her off. "Hop in. We'll take a quick ride to the beach and you can smoke some on the way, eh?" She smiled, trotted back to the house for a wrap, and when she came back out she'd let her hair down. She had it stacked in a bun before, and now it flowed like a lion's mane as she streamed into the cab and shut the door to the van. "We're off," she said. I handed her a baggy and said: "Not yet, but if you roll a couple maybe then we'll be off."
The dope turned out to be super. The ride to the beach left us in Santa Monica for sunset. It was one of those big, orange ball things, dropping out of the sky and behind the edge of the world within ten minutes. Then it was dark and we, the three of us, were sitting around in the back of the van about as loaded and useless as could be.
"I should go home," said Jane with a smile, "but I don't feel like it."
"I know what you mean," said Barbara.
They sat cross-legged, Jane under her tent dress with just her lovely thin ankles sticking out from under, Barbara with her luscious legs smooth and folded under her butt. I lit up a third or a fourth joint and lay down with my head on Barbara's lap. She had one supple loin next to my face. I reached out and touched the silky material of Jane's dress. "That's soft," I told her. She smiled and said: "Just about most everything is, these days." It was some obscure reference to her boyfriend, I supposed, but with Jane you never can be sure. Maybe she was referring to me. "Jane," I asked, sprawled out on the bottom of the van, "would you do me a favor? I've got an itch on my shin. Would you mind?" When you're that stoned an itch is a problem and no one minds anything. She reached for my leg and pulled the trouser up. She rubbed the exact spot and I thanked her. Barbara was running her hands around the sides of my face. But Jane didn't stop with the one spot that needed itching. She ran her fingers up as far on my bare leg as the trousers would permit. "That's nice," I told her. She smiled and moved over between my legs.
So I had my head in young Barbara's lap and hands, and Jane was bowing between my legs rubbing my shins and thighs. "Ahhhh," I hummed, passing Jane the joint, "you want some?" She shook her head. I asked Barbara the same thing. She quietly shook her head, but then she reached her hands down along my chest. She picked out my manly nipples, underneath the shirt, and tugged. "Oooh," I smiled, "gooood." I smoked another drag of the shit and put it out in the ashtray to my right. Before I knew it, Jane had snuck up on my belt. She was smiling as she worked the leather and metal buckle open. "Maybe," she said, "you planned it all this way." She indicated that I should lift my hips up. I did, and she jerked the trousers down around my knees.
Barbara started to work on the buttons on my shirt. These two girls had never met before, but they seemed to work in harmony as if they'd rehearsed every move. Jane went right down on my underwear, pulling the cotton drawers down and off with the trousers. She knelt between my legs and investigated my cock. Barbara asked me to sit up a little so that she could get my shirt off. When I did sit up, and looked forward, Jane's dress was hanging loose. I had a perfect view of those splendid boobs of hers. They hung downwards, as smooth and soft and tanned a pair of titties as you could ever ask for. I started to reach, but then figured it might be better to let things happen as they would. I leaned back with my shirt off and let Barbara Binger go to work on my chest and face.
She leaned close to my manly nipples and spread her mouth over one. Her titties, even though she still wore her blouse, rubbed against my face. She was working from behind my head, Jane from between my legs. Anyhow, she leaned down and let her tits rub softly along my face while she sucked on one side of my chest. She moved slowly from right to left, pressing her tongue into this or that piece of muscle, depending on its appeal to her. She kept her hands sliding around on my belly, saying softly to Jane: "He'll be hard pretty soon. Really hard."
Jane's two hands worked at my loins. She caressed the insides of my thighs and rubbed up around my balls. She was sure to avoid, at first mind you, touching my genitals. She wanted it to be a long, high caress and massage, one that lasted for a long time. She was expert. I watched her run smoothly through every trick in the book, rubbing my legs, running her fingers lightly up and down my thighs, letting her long, brown hair slide around my balls and prick. Soon she was reaching under my butt and picking me up into her face. She stretched out, and, never before having touched my cock with her hands, watched it rise up. A moment later she was using her tongue.
"Yeah," I sighed, "this is exactly the way to be high." I love it when the windows of my van steam over from some lusty back-seat chore. Jane was getting her full of my hog, stuffing it into her face, and Barbara was licking and Frenching around in my mouth. I gave the kid a good helping of my tongue, but it was really Miss Sonora who was doing the hard work. Jane had a way about her, something about the way she moved, that made her work on my cock superbly entertaining. After a minute or two she pulled her hands out of from under my buttocks and said: "Do you mind if I take my clothes off?"
What do you say to something like that? I said: "No. As a matter-of-fact I think I might enjoy that."
A moment later those luscious boobs were parading around my dick. She kissed my belly and her long soft titties rubbed sideways against my saliva-coated cock. "Mmmmm," she hummed, kissing my belly, "this is more like it."
"You're telling me," I thought to myself as I Frenched Barbara's mouth. I had one girl kissing me in the face and the other bent over my prick and rubbing her titties against the thick shaft. I guess that free-lance photography isn't so bad a job after all. How often does the guy who keeps regular studio hours get sucked off with two teenagers? I wondered to myself if when I turned forty I could still travel around in a van and get licked and fucked this way. Maybe, I figured, I would have a good apartment and a couple of young whores doing me up right all the time. Such were my fantasies and worries as I lay in the back of my van getting head from Jane Sonora, getting tongued from Barbara Binger.
Pretty soon Jane wanted me to turn over. I told Barbara that I'd have to roll over on my belly. Barbara sat up and took off her clothes. She was heated and crimson with blush underneath. Even in the dim overhead lamp in the back of the van I could see her luscious nipples standing at attention, her creamy pink legs ready for action. I had her lay on her back with her legs spread around my face. She folded them at the knees and I plopped my face down on top of her bush. It wasn't comfortable so I got up on my hands and knees. Jane stayed close behind me, massaging my buttocks with her hands, as I slipped my tongue into Barbara's open, gushing pussy. Jane rubbed her tongue, simultaneously, up my bunghole. The more she pressed her mouth muscle into that hole in my butt, the more I jammed my own tongue into Barbara Binger's twat. "Shit," moaned Barbara, "this is perfect." She clamped her loins tight on my face. Her warm, tender flesh was the ideal feel on my face. Her sweet little clitoris came instantly erect the minute I started swabbing it. "Uuuuuhhh," she gasped. "Oooooooh."
I reached one hand under Barbara's butt. I pulled her cheeks apart with the other and stroked her ass crack. It was no trouble at all to get the beginning of my digit up her anus. She seemed to groove on that, and her pussy began spraying even harder. "Mm-mm," she hummed, rubbing her own titties, "I like that, Charley. I like that a lot." I rolled her butt cheeks and played with her bunghole at the same time. I had to use all five fingers on that hand at once in order to bring it off, but it was worth the effort. Her gush pulsed and her hips rocked, rode up on my face so that I could lick better at her twitching clitoris. "Nice," I encouraged her as she rolled her slick fur in my face. "Good." Her hips continued to sway and her hands worked steadily at her own nipples and breasts. I used my two hands, one for her butt, the other for holding her twat open, on her pelvis.
Jane was making herself useful in my butt. She was sloshing her tongue up and down between the firm cheeks of my ass. She'd begun close to the base of my spine. There she splayed her tongue out across the channel and allowed her mouth muscle to drift down between the two firm buttocks. Finally, she landed above my anus. She used her palms to rub my buttocks. Her smooth fingers rubbed and kneaded the flesh of my ass. Then she replaced her hands with her tongue. She licked the big cheeks that seemed to fascinate her. She spread her lips around the hairy portions and sucked small hickeys into the flesh. From there she went quickly back to the bunghole itself. I could feel her use her hands to spread the ass cheeks. When she had my groove fully open and vulnerable, she pushed her tongue down the crater entrance. She was very willing to ream me out, even anxious to do so. Her tongue slid all the way into the track, a narrow enough hole, I imagine, to suffocate a worm, but not, I must suppose, so tight as to decline the entrance of a slippery, wet tongue. Jane Sonora reamed my bunghole with delight. I heard her lips smacking at one point and knew for sure she was enjoying herself.
I continued to work on the slippery pelvis in front of me. If I was distracted every now and then, who could blame me? Jane would often apply a tongue to the most remote corridors of my shit tube while working my cock with her long, slender fingers. She would tug on my dick, reach forward to my chest and rub it, work her fingers around my manly nipples, and then descend again to give another slippery feel to my cock. And all the time that she worked on my body in this manner, she was also stuffing herself with my shit tube. Her tongue wormed wet saliva in and out of the hole in one of the best reams I've ever had. So, between strokes to luscious Barbara Binger's cunt, I enjoyed a terrific ass-hole ream from Jane.
Soon I grew tired of all the juicing flesh. I told Barbara that to avoid boredom we must change positions. She agreed and I rolled out of Jane's friendly grip onto my back again. Barbara arranged her twat over my face and seated herself.
Jane went right to work in my groin. She slid her palms up along my testicles so that she cupped the most sensitive portion of my nuts from underneath. She held the sack in both hands and softly rolled the egg-shaped balls within. With her mouth open, she swooped down on my flesh sword. Her lips spread around the hefty sponge cap. The rim of the heart-shaped head lodged behind her thick, sucking lips. Her tongue splayed out across the galvanized tip and she rubbed. "Mmmmmm," she hummed into my organ. Vibrations shook the boner, and chills climbed along my belly.
"That's good, babe," I told her. "That's really fine." She reached under my buttocks with her hands and massaged my butt. She held one buttock in either hand and pressed the firm ass cheeks in a steady massage. Her fingers kneaded the flesh of my rump with the same expert finesse and lust that her mouth expressed on my prick. She rubbed my joint up and down with her lips and her tongue, spread mouth juice up and down the thick shaft, and swallowed as much of the flesh into her face as she could.
Soon I began to rock my penis in and out of Jane's mouth. The head of my dick caught on her lips and she sucked the shaft especially hard. Every time that I rolled my hips from side to side, Jane was quick to use her tongue to make the header extra good. Soon she took to holding the joint at the base, sliding her hands up and down on the shaft, while rubbing her lips and wet tongue across the head. She was as good a suck as any, and I began to wonder if perhaps I hadn't been premature in giving Barbara Binger the suck-job award of the year.
Barbara captured my attention just now, however, by rocking her full pussy in my face. She was squatting on my head with her vaginal lips well-spread. There was no way to avoid slurping at her lovely erect clitoris. The meaty little flesh prong hung out begging for stimulation which I was only too happy to supply. Barbara began to moan and groan, rolling her loins on my face, rubbing me with the backs of her smooth, young thighs. I reached up and took a comfortable grip on her titties. Thus, while she sat on my face enjoying a terrific eat out, I enjoyed a wonderful feel of her fine smooth mammary glands. The nipples were erect and ready to roll. I used my index finger and thumb to press the titty tips, and then went on for bigger game with long, kneading fingers. I pressed and squeezed her fine smooth flesh until she wailed with ecstasy: "Oh, God, yes!" she gasped. "I never had it like that before. Shit!" She sat down, even more into my mouth than before, and the weight of her comparatively small body was added comfort on my face. I thoroughly enjoyed the feel of her cunt as it rocked in and along my open mouth. My tongue passed over her clitoris several times in succession, and soon she gushed profusely, spreading ease juice just about everywhere. The combined thrill of Jane's fresh mouth on my hog along with Barbara's pussy in my face pushed me up on the ladder to orgasm.
A moment later I was ejaculating into Jane's hungry face and sliding my tongue vigorously in and out of Barbara's twat. There was juice on just about every sensitive part of my body. In my ass-hole, from the ream, was saliva. On my cock, along with my own jism, was Jane's mouth juice. And in my own face was a steady pour of clit juice from Barbara's twat. It couldn't have been nicer. And Jane swallowed every drop of my semen.
When I rolled out from under Barbara's body I was exhausted. There was nothing left for me to do but catch my breath. Unfortunately this left the two lovely teenagers horny and lusty with very little to do. Of course, they both offered to lick me off, and Barbara won the opportunity. I gave her permission to rub her face into my crotch for the final cleaning. She did the chore with enthusiasm and vigor, rubbing her tongue along the ridges of my dick, taking care with her lips to swallow down as much of the juice as she could get. And then, when she was finished, discovering herself still horny and wanton, she asked if I would mind a little more reaming in my ass-hole. Naturally, I couldn't very well turn her down. I rolled over and enjoyed yet another lick in my butt. Soon she'd finished with that and I re-lit the joint for a post-coitus smoke.
To my surprise, the two girls, however, were not interested in more marijuana. They preferred each other's company, it seemed, to mine just then. Jane spread herself out on the floor of the van, even pushed me to the side, and Barbara took the initiative: "If you wouldn't mind," she told Jane, "I'd like to suck you out a little. If you wouldn't mind, that is."
Jane nodded her on. She lifted her legs and bent her knees so that her divine sap-producing slot would be wide open and ready. "Go ahead," she said. "Help yourself."
Barbara leaned down to the juicing hole and slid her tongue between Jane's lovely labial lips. She investigated the insides of the other woman's soft pussy channel. She made her way around the interior of Jane's cave with her tongue. A quick tour did wonders for lovely Miss Sonora, and soon Jane's clitoris was upright and twitching. Barbara was careful to take advantage of this fact. She lodged the clit muscle between her smooth lips and tugged on it. She rubbed from side to side, giving the clitoris special treatment. Then she slipped her hand into the crack between Jane's ass cheeks. There she located Jane's ass-hole and began to rub. She caressed and then fingered the shit hole, using her finger the way a man might have used a phallus. Eventually, moaning, gorgeous Jane rolled over so that Barbara could better concentrate on the lovely anal orifice.
"Shit," grunted Jane, "I love the feel of that finger working out in my butt. It's not as nice as a tongue, but it will do."
Barbara took the cue. She spread out Jane's ass with her two hands. Then she leaned down to the tender anal entrance. She supplied the tapered circle of flesh with a brief tonguing. Then, with her mouth spread wide, with thick wet lips, she attacked the shit entrance more vigorously. She drilled into the anal aperture and located the neat sphincter tucked below. She jammed her tongue deep into the hole and waited for a moment to see what results she might have. Sure enough, Jane rolled her butt in the girl's face and began to cry out: "Give me more of that. Please, rub in there harder. Really push it in."
Perhaps she was new to this particular suck technique, but she sure didn't look it. Barbara jammed her long wet mouth-organ up Jane's butt crack and didn't stop working like that, feverishly, until Jane cried out at her: "Now my twat! Now eat me in here." Jane quickly rolled over and showed her sweet bush to Barbara. Again the smooth fifteen year old teenager went hungrily to work. She stuffed Jane's hot crotch notch with her tongue and didn't stop working like that for a full two or three minutes. If there was something in there to lick, Barbara got it. She worked on the clitoris, on the slippery interior flesh of the cave, and deep in the back portion of the canyon. She used her nose and her chin and she wasn't afraid to get either wet and sopping with juice. Her hands toured Jane's butt for a while, and then, a moment or two later, worked on Jane's titties. Finally, in a moment of real and passionate ecstasy, Barbara worked her body up along Jane's smooth belly and landed up against Jane's titties. There she pressed her long form into Jane's and used her hips to rub between Jane's soft loins.
It was quite a sight to see, in the back of my van, these two lovely nymphs going to work on each other. They rolled around in glee about how nice it was to have a great feel for each other. I saw Jane's hands roll across Barbara's butt. She used her fingers to spread the younger girl's cheeks, and she used a finger to dive into the ass-hole muscle itself. Her other hand wandered down Barbara's smooth frame, between her legs, and plunged into the teenager's twat. There she reamed Barbara, flicking her clitoris muscle-ever in need of stimulation-and finger-fucked the young girl into ecstasy.
"Oooh, fuck!" cried Barbara. "That's so fucking nice of you, Jane? I just love that!" She rolled her hips around on Jane's fingers. She had one digit pressing the front of her pelvis, deep in her cunt alley, and the other gouging out her ass-hole. And both girls busily kissed each other on the face and mouth, made sure to rub their titties against each other, and rolled this way and that on the plush carpeting.
A few minutes later Barbara had exhausted herself. She lay breathless and panting off to the side of the truck. "I never had it so good," she said. "I don't believe the good times you can have when you go out and hitch-hike for the day."
"Yeah," said Jane, somewhat snidely, "and buying dope ain't the same anymore either." She was still very hot and very horny. She smiled in my direction with this thought, I felt, in mind. I wondered if I could get it up again. It had been a long day, thus far, and I wasn't sure that I had enough jism left in me to fill a thimble. I decided that if Jane wanted me to I would plunge my tongue into her pussy, but that that would have to be the extent of my commitment. "Shit," she grunted when she'd heard my proposal, "what did you think I wanted? A wedding ring?"
She lay down in front of me and spread her long soft legs. I took care to rub the insides of her loins with my tongue before I entered her pussy per se. I then jammed my tongue against her long erect clitoris. I rubbed it up and down. The thing marched and twitched like a miniature soldier. She was raring to go, ready for orgasm. I slipped a clit-soaked finger around between her buttocks and jammed up hard. She wailed in ecstasy as my tongue probed her twat and my finger snaked-out her sphincter muscle: "Oh, fuck yes!" she cried. "Give me that pelvic action. Give it to me good!"
Her hips rolled and rocked on my manipulating fingers. I felt like I was playing some sort of flesh piano. Soon I took a new tack. I pulled my fingers out of her two crotches and stuffed her twat with just my thumb. Next I extended the middle finger of the same hand downward and cupped her butt. Sure enough, my finger lodged securely in her anus. In this manner I freed one hand for a quick rub on her chest. I made sure to give her nipples a good tweaking, her mammaries a good massage. The flesh was soft and resilient, and soon her entire body blushed and writhed with passion. "Ooooh, fuck!" she cried out. A moment later she was juicing all over the place. I pulled my finger out of her cunt and went down on her clitoris with my tongue and mouth. I ate everything she had to give, and then some. She climaxed for a full five minutes, and between strokes I couldn't help wonder how long it had been since Jane Sonora had had a good healthy eat-out.
Later, I drove the two teenagers to their respective homes. They departed in a haze of blue smoke, from the grass, and I drove on my way home. Of course, that was just to the nearest, convenient curb. I locked up the van and stretched out in the back for a comfortable night's rest. I may not have taken any pictures, as it was my job to, but I sure had taken care of business.
III
I woke up the next morning feeling about as shitty as could be. It wasn't that I didn't sleep well, either. I slept like a baby with dreams of clit juice dripping down my face, with dreams about girls with big fat lips giving me all the head I could possibly use. I could even smell the pleasant aroma of gush from the previous night in the carpet of my van.
But what made me feel shitty is that familiar rapping on the cabin of the van. It must have been ten in the a.m., and believe you me, that's no time of day to have a human alarm clock pig rapping on your chamber door. But I made my way into a pair of pants and then I made my excuses to the cop. He told me he'd give me a ticket next time and by the time I was awake enough to ask him what law I'd broken by sleeping in my legally parked van, he was off on his three-wheeler into the sunrise.
I sat in the cabin wondering what I'd do next. In the ecstasy of the previous evening I'd forgotten to collect from Jane for the dope. That left me hard-up, to say the least. The money from my last job wasn't due in for another week. I had about fifty bucks to work with, and about ten times those kind of expenses if I was gonna get myself a studio and some more camera gear.
Most of what I use for my photo business I keep in the van under lock and key. I decided I'd give the cameras a once over, buy some film, and see if I couldn't make a few rounds and land a gig of some sort. Sure enough, about three hours later I was the happiest guy in the world. I had an assignment for a fuck-suck journal to do some picture taking. The requirements were very specific: the girl had to have big titties, she had to be willing to suck her brains out; the guy was supposed to be good looking and ready to get himself sucked off. What more willing candidate than me?
I raced from the studio to what I remembered, in my smoked-up daze, to be young Barbara Binger's place. But I missed, on the first shot, and a pretty housewife type answered the door. "Well, well, well," I said, "I guess I have the wrong place, but the right lady."
"I'm sorry," she said, "but I don't know what you mean." She said this is such a perfectly neutral tone that I knew she wasn't scared of me, and that maybe, just maybe, she was a little bit horny. "Could you use an extra hundred bucks?" I asked her. "It'll take you about ten minutes."
She gave me the once over. She saw the camera around my arm, the look in my eyes. "You're serious, aren't you?" She had lovely almond-shaped brown eyes and a lovely oval face. Her hair was cut in a pixie and she had sweet rounded features. I liked her. She had thick lips. Her legs were long, but not modelishly so. I decided to take a chance. "I'm quite serious," I told her. I explained the gig, in so many words. "Just for curiosity," she said, looking sideways along the veranda on which we both stood, "why don't you come in." She'd wanted to make sure that no one was watching.
Inside she told me that the girl she presumed I was looking for, Barbara Binger, lived next door. I realized that I was in luck, that the housewife, who wore only her housecoat, seemed to have some sort of fucked up marriage and that she was about as hot as could be to get herself some fresh meaty cock. And I was only too happy to supply the occasion, to say nothing of the beef itself.
I set up the camera across from her couch. She told me to hurry a bit because sometimes her husband came home a little early from work. It was, when we started, close to three. I set up the portable light unit and set my camera accordingly. Next I set the timer and told her that we had thirty seconds between shots. I set the thing off so that she could see how it worked. "Great," she said. "Looks like fun."
"Alright," I advised her, "time to undress."
She followed orders. She unwrapped that luscious body of hers. She was a real find. Her titties were larger than expected, big ones with silver dollar caps and luscious cherry red tips. There were chills all over the place. I watched her put the housecoat aside. She couldn't have been much older than twenty-two or twenty-three. There were no stretch marks on this particular housewife, no flapping flab, either. She was all one long svelte piece of ass. She had an ivory complexion and smooth legs with nicely contoured curves. I knew I was lucky that day, not just for the job with the photography bullshit, but for landing such a lady on a "free-lance basis."
Anyhow, she had a perfect ass and a fine dark bush, too. She was already leaking away by the time she landed next to me, naked me, on the couch. "That's my camera," I told her. "You have to think in terms of where that thing is in everything you do. That and my dick, of course."
She blushed when I said dick. "Cock?" I suggested. She blushed harder. "Penis?" She practically came all over the place. "O.k., " I said, "forget it. Just think in terms of the camera and what you're doing with me."
"Alright," she said, "just hurry."
"Gimme a minute," I said. "Got to start the timer." I set the camera with the most expensive piece of equipment I ever bought. It winds the thing and depending on what setting you use, will take a picture every twenty seconds, every minute, every two minutes, whatever. We were set up and ready to go, a picture every thirty seconds. "Ready," I said hopping back to the couch and spreading my legs. "Start licking."
She was a real pro. She might have been locked up at home with no hubby all day, but she knew how to give good head. As her lips touched the head of my prick, I asked her: "By the way, what's your name?"
"Pamela," she said. "Pamela Hanks."
"That's a lovely name, Pamela," I said, taking her by the side of her mousy brown head of hair. I pushed her onto my hog and the first flash went off. "Oh," she moaned, "it's bright."
I had a wide enough lens on the camera so that I wasn't worried about stretching out. I had Pamela lay down on the couch on her back. I straddled her face with my loins and placed my pecker in her mouth. She went for my dick right off. We were ready for the next shot. I could feel her smooth lips and luscious wet tongue curling around the head of my pecker again. I figured to hold this pose for a couple three shots. She worked my meaty sex muscle down into her face. She gripped with her lips and sucked about as much of my cock as had ever been sucked. She used her hands to roll the cheeks of my ass, and her fingers to play with my butt crack. It didn't take much time for me to get to feel like banging my pecker in and out of her face.
"Uuuuuuhh," she grunted, "that's good." But from then on she couldn't say much because my pecker was working so quickly in and out of her face. Pretty soon I felt her tongue licking my nuts and I couldn't figure out how the hell she was doing that. So I looked back and sat that she held my dick in her hands and was getting my balls with her open mouth and tongue. The flash went off.
I returned to jamming around between her legs. A married woman has a different feel to her. Maybe it's that she juices up right away for her husband all the time. I don't know. But there was definitely something different about the feel of Pam's pussy compared to that of say Jane or Barb. I mean it was soft and fury and wet, but it was also hungrier, more wanton. I loved it.
"Oooh, yes," she moaned as I crossed her clit with my tongue. The flash went off again. "Good," I told her. "That moan is gonna look great." But she wasn't acting. I could tell by the moist blush in her loins. She was pink with lust and excitement. I jammed back down to lick her clitoris some more. I filled my face on that little twat-prick, and enjoyed every minute of it. She had the kind of rubbery, slippery, inch long clitoris that you can't help but enjoy. I wrapped my lips around it and around some of the other stuff in the neighborhood, and took a good long pull of it. She went rocking and forcing her hips around my face. Her cunt jammed into my mouth. I could feel the pulse of her involuntarily contracting vaginal muscles. She was either a quick-comer or a big juicer, one or the other. But in either case, there was a fresh supply of gush before the next flash went off. I knew for sure that I was getting the kind of pictures that would sell all over town.
For the next set I had Pamela sit on my face. It's about my favorite position, really, and actually it's just a modification of the basic sixty-nine French kiss. Anyhow, I sat on the bottom, stretched out, and put Pamela on my face. She sat right down, enjoying every minute of it. She spread out her cunt lips with her own hands and the flash went off. "Ooh," she gasped, "I wasn't expecting that one."
I slid my tongue up into her open crotch. There was enough juice to fill a small bucket. I was getting a good hold on her clit, between my lips, when another shot went off. We were getting just the kind of pictures that I could use. I kept lapping at her pussy, sucking up the splendid crotch lips, the fine clitoris, and especially licking the lovely labial lips. Soon I began a tour of her slippery insides. I landed my tongue up high. I filled her pelvis with my huge mouth muscle and she didn't know which way to squirm. I could feel the furious heat developing in her snatch and between her legs. She was all passion juice.
"Shit," she moaned, "if my husband made love to me like this I wouldn't ever leave him."
"Hey, babe," I told her, "this is just for fun."
She leaned down and grabbed my cock, just for fun, and rubbed it up and down. She couldn't keep away from it and ended up sprawled out on my body the way in the earlier shots I'd been on top of hers. The camera went off again taking a good, clear picture of lovely Pamela Hanks gripping my rod with a big smile and plenty of lip. She had the base with two hands and she was pushing the tool in about five directions at once. Most of which, of course, led into her face. "Mmmmmm," she hummed, "maybe it's not the way you eat me but the size of your prick." She's said it now, not me, but her. Before, before she was turned on, she didn't hear the word without blushing. But now that her juice was easing down on my face, she was all sex and action and hot, dirty words: "Fuck me good," she said. "What's your name? You didn't tell me."
"Charley," I said.
"Charley," she moaned, "fuck me really good. You use your tongue and rub hard."
I grabbed at her clitoris with my mouth muscle and felt her lips curl around the head of my joint again. The camera went off and I kept my tongue at just the right angle so that it was fairly obvious where I was in her. Her vagina was about as wide open and ready as could be. She leaked out all over the place, spreading juice and giving me a good supply of gush. I couldn't have asked for more. But she gave it to me anyhow.
Her long slippery fingers raced under my butt and pulled my crotch up into her face. She handled my pecker at the same time as if it were a greased pig. She reached her hands around to my buttocks and spread them out. "Come on," she said, "give me a little help." I helped her by turning over. I let her pussy go and gave her just my ass-hole. "Go on," I said, "I don't think I can be much more help than that."
"Mmmmmm," she hummed, spreading my buttocks so that she could get her face between them. She filled my ass-hole with her long wet tongue. The same tongue that had only moments before coiled around the base of my hog, now darted in and out of my anus. I loved the feel of her hot muscle working down into the groove, into the notch from which on occasion my shit eminated. I loved it.
After the next flash I completely forgot about the camera. I started waving my hips in Pamela's face. She loved every sway and swivel. She held on by my buttocks and kept her tongue securely in place. She wormed in and out no matter which way I moved. "Hey, Mrs. Hanks," I said, "you know how to give a good ream out."
"Mmmmmm," she said, "it's because you have such a perfectly round shithole. I can't get over what a kick it is to eat you out." She rubbed her tongue up and down into the anal cavity. She didn't waste any time fucking around with her hands. They were always busy doing something to make me happy. Maybe she worked my buttocks, or perhaps she rubbed my nuts. Or sometimes she would be working her hands between the backs of my legs, massaging my loins and the muscles in my thighs. Whatever it was, she was busy while she ate out my ass-hole, busy and sure to be giving me as much pleasure as I wanted.
"Shit," she grunted, "I have to get more of that hot cock of yours." She made me roll over and she stretched out on my body in such a manner that I was convinced it wasn't for the licking in her twat that she had rearranged herself, but for the licking she could give my penis. I was happy to see that, so happy that I went vigorously licking out her cunt anyhow. She sucked up my pecker at the same time, rubbing my nuts against her soft cheeks, using her hands to guide my joint in and out of her oral tube, and rubbing her cunt wherever in my face it just happened to be. "Yeah, baby," I told her. "You're doing just fucking fine."
I liked the feel of her clitoris running between my lips. There was something about the nice slippery feel of that hot wet muscle. I could judge how hot or cold she was by it, how turned on she was. Sometimes it was fully erect, and other times the nub of flesh seemed to sag. But soon the clit meat was only upright and flailing, begging me, nearly, for more hot rubbing. I used my tongue for that, my tongue and my lips, and soon this adorable housewife, Pamela Hanks, was juicing in my face. "Shit," I moaned, "this is delicious stuff you got here."
"Don't you just love it?" she asked, taking a breather from my prick. "I love sucking like this. My husband doesn't go in for it. I don't know why. But I'll tell you, nothing makes me happier."
"What's with you and hubby?" I asked. "You seem like the modern liberated woman and from what you tell me about him you got all sorts of problems together?"
"Well," she said, between strokes to my cock with her long wet tongue, "you see we got married when I was very young."
I continued licking her cunt while she spoke so it was hard for her to tell it without groaning all the time. But she did her best: "We married very young ... ooooohh, that was a nice one ... and then we thought that I was going to have a ... ahhhhhh, shit, it's hard to concentrate. . . but the baby never came, I just got all pumped down the way I got all pumped up ... and, shit, I wish I could tell you this later ... ooh, God, that feels so fucking good ... " It was then that she lost track of her story all together. I told her it didn't really matter, that I was just curious anyhow. I continued to work on her clitoris and she continued to writhe in ecstasy. Soon she began to climax, and it was much different than the gushing I had originally mistaken for her coming.
For one thing, the hips on that baby began wobbling and shivering like there was some sort of massive explosion going on in her pelvis. She frolicked around in my mouth like there was no tomorrow. She really bore down hard, too, so that I nearly had to stop her from putting out a couple of my teeth with her delicious but pressing clit. But I got a hold of her smooth buttocks and soon everything was under control. I rocked her just the way she needed it, and gave her more of that orgasmic stimulation in just the way that I knew she would enjoy it. "Mm-mm," she gasped, "you really do know how to make me feel . . .fffuuuuuuuuck!! " I had her. It was one neat swab, perfectly placed. It finished her off. I jabbed her ass-hole, just for good luck, and her cunt spilled out hot spray everywhere. "Uuuuuuuhhh," she groveled on my face. "Gooooood!"
She went back to streaking her tongue up and down my cock, but it wasn't the same. She'd come already and she wasn't into finished me off the right way. I had to get up. A flash went off-I'd missed the others because of the ecstasy that we were both enjoying so much. I sat in the couch and had Mrs. Hanks, like it or not, orgasmic or not, get on her hands and knees and suck me the way I liked it. I took her by the head and said, "Don't forget the pictures we're taking, now, eh?"
She smiled and spread her lips, she sucked my hog up into her face. She swallowed down the first three quarters of the meat the way a whore might have done it. But then she balked about taking the rest. That was why I had my hands around her head. I knew she could do it if she tried. I pulled her face down around my hog as hard as I could.
"Uuuuuh," she gagged at first, but then, because she had to, she caught her breath and breathed around my joint. She managed to take it all in stride, and five minutes later she was giving the best head she ever gave. My meaty prick was lodged in her throat, and she swallowed like a fish underwater, taking me to town with her yodeling tonsils and long smooth tongue. A few strokes later I juiced all over the back of her narrow oral tube, and she swallowed every tasty drop of it. "See?" I said. "You house wives have it made. I don't know what woman's liberation is talking about, to tell you the truth."
I let her rest for a minute and then commanded her to lick my pecker clean. What was the sense of a blow job if I had to leave like some ass with a sticky mess all over my rod. Shit, I wanted a good suck for the work I'd done on her, getting her off. So she went down on it again, licking and lapping and slopping her tongue every which way. She really got into it after a while, chewing on the hot rod, reaching down and licking the hot nuts, taking a lot of care to make sure that my joint was sparkling when she finished.
"Mmmmm," I said, "now that's a lot better. Now you know how to give not just excellent head to your husband, but perfect head!"
She smiled. It was then that I noticed that we were out of film, that no more pictures were getting snapped off by my automatic equipment. I hoped that Mrs. Hanks didn't realize that because I wanted one more rub on her body.
"This one," I told her, "is special. If it works, I'll send you a copy."
"What is it?" she asked innocently.
"Lay down," I told her. We moved the coffee table because she couldn't lay down and spread out right if we didn't. I inspected her long body and full titties as if I were composing a shot for the camera. Then she spread her legs a little more and asked me: "Do you have the right angle?"
"Exactly," I said. "Just right." With that, I crawled up along her lovely ivory skin and rubbed my joint between her titties. They were as firm and soft as two things can be. I loved the feel of those perfect glands swelling and turning crimson next to the shaft of my joint. I pushed from the sides and made doubly sure about the feel I was getting. I had my joint meshed in Mrs. Hanks soft titty flesh. It was one long luscious slide for my well-greased prick and mushroom head. "Mmmmmm," she hummed, getting into it, "that sure is going to be a nice picture."
Pretty soon I felt old faithful getting ready to squirt. I sprayed her again, only this time the housewife didn't get it in her mouth, she got it in her face. All over her face, everywhere. I sprayed her on the lips and on her cheeks and up and down her nose and even in her eyeballs. She was wiping the stuff off of her face when I hit her again with a last squirt. "Uuuhhh," she said, "no one ever did that to me."
"And?" I asked her softly.
"And I don't mind it," she said with a smile.
By the time I'd cleaned up and showered in this stranger's apartment, it was four-thirty. "You better hurry," said Pamela. "Next time come earlier."
I packed the camera gear and was backing out of her apartment door when her husband showed. I didn't know quite what to say for a minute. He was coming up the walkway and from everything she'd said about him, this was the guy. Just had to be. So I improvised. "Well," I said, as loud as possible, "if you do have children and you do decide on some pictures you can call us at the studio. I'm sorry we couldn't be of help today. Good afternoon." She had a perplexed look on her face, but then she saw her hubby coming up the way. I smiled at him as I made my way next door, to Barbara Binger's apartment, the one I'd intended to go to in the first place.
IV
Barbara was happy to see me. She gave me a big long hug and told me that her parents were out for the day. I heard noises in the other room and asked who it was. She explained that her sister was doing some odd chores, cleaning out the closets and things like that. She took me to her room without introducing me.
She had a kid's room, but it was converted, over the years, I suppose, to include the gadgets and wall-hangings that go with adolescence. Anyhow, I set my camera gear down and sat down on her bed. She came right over and sat down next to me. "I missed you,'" she said. "Just a few hours, but I missed you." She put her hand on my thigh.
I looked at her. She was so young, so cheery and innocent, that I couldn't help but feel lucky to be there with her. I took her hand and put it to my crotch. She pulled away, which worried me, but then I saw what she had in mind. She got up and closed the bedroom door. Then she came back. "Just to make sure we have a little privacy." She nearly tackled me. I went flying back onto the bed as she wrapped her arms around me and pressed that smooth set of tits against my chest. "I really did miss you," she said in my ear in a whisper. She kissed the sides of my face and my neck, and then, with her small fingers and friendly way, she went down the front of my shirt unbuttoning it. She slipped her hands along my chest and rubbed.
"You sure do know what you want," I said. "I mean you really do." She didn't stop. She reached my belt and undid the buckle in record time. She had me lift my hips so that she could get to my crotch. She pulled my joint out from the cotton briefs and inspected. "It's gonna be hard in a minute," she said. "Hard and thick the way I like it." She slid one hand between my legs and rubbed my buttocks. She used the other to guide my soft but firming joint into her descending, open mouth. She scooped the head into her face and rolled it around between her cheeks with her tongue.
I felt the blood rush to fill my cock. I wondered how I would perform after my quick affair with Mrs. Hanks. I didn't think I'd be slowed down too much, though, because, well, Barbara Binger has such incredible technique. Her one hand was massaging my buttocks and the other squeezed and milked my rod. It was one long wet feel for the mushroom head of my joint, the kind of tongue action that makes me hard in a minute.
"Oh, God," she cried, seeing how stiff my pecker had become. "Look at that thing." She lay back on one of my legs and stroked with her hand. She started at the base of the flesh prong and worked . her finger up to the head. She took her spread palm and did an Italian roll. She worked the inside of her palm in soft circles on the head of the meat. Her other hand, which she'd extracted from under my butt, she used to rub the sides of the shaft. "I'm going to make it even bigger," she said with a bright teenager smile. "I'm going to make you so hot that you'll never forget it."
It was a promise that I wouldn't mind helping her keep. She used her hands like that for a little while, rubbing and massaging, concentrating on the spongy head. Then she removed the palm that had been working the spongy head and went to work on licking that same area. She spread her tongue out and coated the soft surface of that powerhouse muscle. She licked back and forth. Her head moved gracefully and smoothly back and forth as her tongue did the licking on my prick tip. "Mmmmmm," I hummed to encourage her, "that's really good, baby. Really fine."
She looked up while she licked and gave me a smile with her clear eyes. She had such a soft, adorable expression on her face that I was doubly excited by the way she was licking my joint. She seemed to know a good many tricks. She used the tip of her tongue on the underside of my cock, licking me from base to tip, and then she did the same, holding my prick down, on the topside of the shaft. She always ended the stroking by coating the bulbous head. The spongy surface was fiery and hot by the time Barbara was ready for something a little different.
"If you get on your hands and knees," she said softly, "I can do two things at once." I said nothing. I merely pulled my feet out from under her and took off my shoes and pants altogether. I slipped out of my shirt. Then I got back up on the bed and showed her my rear end by being on my hands and knees.
"Yes," she moaned softly. "That's the way." She took her two hands and rubbed my ass cheeks. Her palms floated across the slippery surface of my butt. She rubbed and worked her fingers into the flesh of my ass. Soon she was pulling the big cheeks open with her fingers. She dove in with her tongue. "That's good, Barbie," I told her. "That's really fine."
She started up around the base of my spine. She worked her way down from there, always sure to keep her tongue spread wide enough to fill the entire breach. She licked and sucked the ass groove, and soon she'd coated the surface of that crack with saliva. Her tongue was like a piece of wet flesh filling my butt canyon. She knew just how to make me feel slippery and wet and ready for more. "Gonna go in?" I asked her.
"You want me to?" she retorted. "You want me to lick out your ass-hole?"
"Wouldn't hurt," I said.
"Consider it done." She said no more. But with her tongue she said everything. She went licking in the ass-hole space. She reamed my bunghole with the tip of her worm-like, wet mouth muscle. I could feel the wet point sliding around in the cratered entrance. Then more of her tongue entered. She used her hands to keep the ass cheeks parted, and she used her tongue to take advantage of the breach. She filled me up with her wet muscle, and every inch of that long wet mouth organ was terrific.
"Baby," I told her, "you could get rich doing this, you know."
"I only do it for love," she said, taking a quick breather. "Oral love."
Her hands went searching between my legs. She filled her palms and her curling fingers with my joint. The sex muscle was thick and long enough now that she couldn't contain it with just two hands. She rubbed and tugged. She pulled on the head. She used her slippery wet fingers and the saliva that was there to give me a special feel. Simultaneously, she dove her talented tongue back into my ass-hole. She reamed me out like that, using her hands on my prick, for about five minutes.
"Alright," I said, "I think my butt's plenty clean now. Time for something a little more interesting, eh?"
"Sure," said young Barbara. "What now?"
"Now," I said, thinking to myself, "now we better go for a little stimulation with your cunt."
"I thought you'd never ask," she said quietly. She quickly undid her blouse and slipped out of her pants. She'd been so eager to work on my joint with her mouth that I'd not even bothered before to have her undress. But now that she did I was glad of it. Her big mammaries were everywhere at once, and her smooth precious fur was damp and silky. I rubbed a quick hand down between her legs and jammed a finger into her notch. It was, every inch of it, soaking wet. Just the prick in her face had been enough to start her juicing. And her clitoris, similarly aroused, was hot and erect. I pinched it off for a gentle squeeze, and then flicked it back and forth a couple of times. She squeaked and said: "Let me finish undressing first, Charley. Then you can rub around in here as much as you like." She slipped out of her blouse all together.
Her big titties were so smooth and creamy that I couldn't resist rolling my tongue across one of them before the blouse had hit the floor. I pressed my open lips around the sprung, cherry nipple and licked. The delicate little piece of flesh seemed to fight back. I rubbed and rubbed and licked and sucked, and finally little chills climbed up around those fine, firm breasts. Fifteen year old Barbie smiled and cried out: "Oh, God, yes. I love it when you lick my titties." With encouragement of this sort, I could do nothing but continue to rub my tongue up and down on her chest. I licked every square inch of her luscious, child-like flesh. "Mmmmm-mm," she moaned to me, and I filled her mouth with long, wet tongue meat. She sucked back, and we Frenched like that for a moment or two.
Then Barbie said: "O.k., you get on your belly."
"Another ass ream?" I asked.
"Just lay down," she said, stroking my cock once more. "Lay down and enjoy a quick rubbing." I kissed her titties goodbye and turned over on my stomach.
The next thing I knew, Barbara was rubbing her long soft tits against my back, scrubbing my ass with her bristly cunt hairs. She was working her hips around and around in a long undulation, squeezing my arms with her hands, and rubbing her legs-those long smooth supple thighs-into the backs of my legs. "Yeah, honey," I said to the bed spread, "you sure do know how to make me feel good." She was giving me a body massage with her entire fine shape and soft skin. I loved every minute of it.
"OK," she said, her impetuous technique coming to a momentary stop, "time for you to do a little eating."
I rolled over and looked at her lovely cherry nipples. I gave one of them a quick lick. "Where would you like to be eaten? In your navel?"
"Sure," she said, "but there are other places that are better."
"like where? In your mouth?" It was a nice tease.
"If you want to kiss me," she said, "you can."
"Would you rather I ate out your ass-hole?"
"That would be nice," said young Barbara, "but it's not the best place."
"Pretend I've only got thirty strokes," I told her, "and decide where you want me to use them."
"Thirty?" she said. "Well, let's see." She put a finger to her lower lip and thought about it for a minute. "I want the first five," she said softly, "on my clitoris."
"Yes," I said, "and the others?"
"Then I want five more on my clitoris, too."
"Ten on your clit and what about the other twenty strokes from my tongue? Where do you want those."
She smiled. "If the first ten don't do it, use the other twenty on my clitoris." She laughed at the silly game and then worked herself up against my body. She planted a long, slippery tongue in my face and I kissed her back. I worked down her smooth flesh, down between her big floppy mammaries, down along her smooth, silvery belly, and down between her hips between her legs and between her labial lips. I kissed her clit.
"Uuuhhh," she moaned, spread her smooth loins, "that's good. That's it." I had landed a direct hit on her fine little clitoris, and it was sending her on the path to ecstasy. What was once a slippery little trickle of clit juice was now a long, thick gush. She was rolling her hips around and around in my face, and I was careful to keep track of her sex knob. The thing bounced erect within five quick strokes. The rest of the foamy lick sent her well on her way to orgasm. "Mmmmm," she hummed, resting her butt on her hands and lifting her carcass up. "Take a good mouthful."
I rubbed my tongue into her slippery wet notch. I plowed her hairy wet hole with all the tongue I could possibly give her. Soon she was laughing and giggling like a little monkey. But I didn't stop. I went right on and continued to lick that slippery little twat-joint of hers. Soon her laughter turned to panting and I knew she was getting hot the way she wanted to be. "Uuuuuuhhh," she moaned again, "that's it. You have it now."
What I had was her clitoris in a lip sandwich in my mouth. My tongue passed over the clit, rubbed it back and forth. I ate that devilish little piece of twat joint until it was ready for tugging. Then I tugged on it, pulled it back and forth, in and out of its neat flesh nest in her cunt lips. "Mmmmm," she hummed back to me, "I just love that. I love that when you eat it like that. Rub it up good, Charley. Keep rubbing. That's the fucking best."
Her fresh young flesh had gone pink with excitement. The thrill of the eat out was sending her into ecstatic passion. She rubbed her cunt up and down against my lips, and her slippery little twat pecker was so hard that it felt like a tooth in her cunt. "Are you getting close to coming?" I asked her simply. "Do you think you'll be juicing pretty soon?"
"In a minute," she said, "but I don't want to come this way. I want to be on top of you. I need your penis in my mouth to come."
"Sure, baby," I said. "Anyway you like it."
She got up and rearranged her body so that her legs were spread out over my chest and around my face. I used my hands to pull on her butt cheeks, to pull her back closer to my face. I wanted her cunt in position above and next to my mouth. I pulled on her butt and she shimmied back along my chest, drooling from her twat on the way. I could feel the slippery ooze as she moved, snail like, a furry snail in her legs, up against my face. I sucked at the luscious hole, and wrapped the-lips back around the sides of my face. My tongue had free access to the inside of her marvelous pussy. I gave her a long eating, a full helping of hot tongue, and I concentrated, naturally, on her clitoris. "Mmmmmm," she hummed at my cock which she had since located in her small fists, "this is gonna be perfect."
"Yer tellin' me," I said softly as I licked her adorable snatch with the broadside of my tongue. "This is gonna be perfection itself!"
She snapped her thighs closed on my ears. It was a long warm slap on both sides of my face. Her tender moist loins were working up and down along my cheeks. She rubbed her cunt in and out of my face. I enjoyed every sweet minute of it. It was a long wet rubbing, a furry ride, the kind of pleasant roll in her pussy that would not be easily forgotten. Her juice tasted slightly sweet.
"Mmmmmm," she hummed, going to work with her long tongue on my pecker, "now for the fun part." She wrapped her fingers around the base of my prick. She worked her hands up and down the thick joint that she was so in love with. She made sure that the head of my dick was covered with saliva.
She rubbed her tongue up and around the pole, stripes of flesh making me feel good all over. First her mouth muscle would be at the base of my hog, and then it would be planted around the head. Next she would be attacking the tip, or my nuts. She seemed to be everywhere at once, in much the same way as I was busy in her pussy in various places. "I love it," she said between tongue strokes on my rod, "I love this thick hog. I just can't tell you enough!" She went licking it everywhere, as if I would not be happy to give her more of it at any time, whenever she wanted. She licked my joint like it was the only time ever that she would have access to it. It made the blow-job that much more passionate a feel.
I decided, since she was giving me such a good rub down, that I would treat her to a special ass reaming. I pulled her legs, by the backs of her smooth thighs, closer around my shoulders. I dumped my tongue into her ass-hole and pushed. I rubbed up good and high. I went as far up the ass crack as I could. I had her buttocks in my palms and it was easy to keep the groove, and the crater, available for all the licking I wanted to give her. I rubbed my tongue into the ass-hole tube itself. I filled her up as best I could and used my lips to suck on it.
"Oh, God, yes," she cried, rubbing her loins and her pelvis back and forth as I reamed her out. She was in so much ecstasy that she couldn't concentrate on sucking my joint. I didn't mind. I was content just to be rubbing my tongue in her shithothole. It was that nice a little sphincter and tube. And I had a good long rub on her butt cheeks going for myself, too.
"Baby," I said, "when you're ready to come let me know."
To my surprise she answered immediately: "Now! Do it to me now." I planted a quick finger into her bunghole, pulled her up by the snug sphincter tucked inside, and jammed her clit into my mouth. I rubbed my tongue up against her hard clit, and she came all over the place. Chills shook her small hips, and the gush poured out. I couldn't tell which was the louder noise: my slopping tongue against her wet beaver flesh, or Barbie's little screeches of passionate ecstasy. "Oh, fuck," she wailed. "This is it, Charley and I really do love it." She let go of my cock all together. She made no pretense about sucking me off. She was just unable to do anything but writhe in passion. "Sheeeeeet!" she hollered. Then she rolled off my face and lay there gasping.
A moment later she said: "Oh, Charley, that was fantastic." She came crawling up along side me and started to tell me how much she loved it. But she was interrupted. A knock at the door frightened us both. It wouldn't do any part of my career any good at all to be caught in the bedroom of a fifteen-year-old kid by her parents. I scrambled to my feet and reached for my levies. "Who's there?" called Barbie, rushing for her blouse.
"It's only me," said a pleasant enough voice.
"Who's that?" I whispered to Barbie. "Only me?"
"Shit," said Barbie, "you scared the hell out of us. What do you want?" She whispered to me, "It's my sister. Don't worry." She got up and went out the door. She opened it a crack and I could hear her whispering back and forth with her sister. I sat on the edge of the bed with my pants over my groin. I couldn't figure out what was taking so long. Then Barbie shut the door, but not all the way. She turned to me and said: "My sister wants to meet you."
"Now?" I said. "I'm naked. I mean we're naked. I mean..." I was stammering all over the place. "I just, ah, I, ah..."
"That's why she wants to meet you, silly," said Barbie with a lecherous smile. "She wants to meet you ... oh, how shall I put it? The same way I know you." She smiled and waited. "Well? Do you want to see her? Just say hello, Charley. It won't kill you."
What could I say? I threw my pants down on the floor and spread out on the bed. "Alright," I agreed, my boner still stiff as a board and slimy with saliva, "send her in!"
V
Brenda was as pretty as Barbara, if not more so. She had the same Binger long legs-it must have been a family trait-and she wore shorts, the same kind-maybe even the same shorts-as Barbie was wearing that day when I picked her up. And Brenda had big tits, too. I could tell immediately that it was going to be quite an afternoon.
She strutted into the room. She was taller than her younger sister, a year older. She stretched with a big yawn, maybe to show me her lovely chest, maybe just to say hello. Anyhow, she smiled and said she couldn't help but hear the wailing and screeching going on-the walls of the apartment were thin-and she'd listened last night to Barbara's romantic story of our first encounter. Brenda was one hot baby, and she came on fast.
"So you just decided to join us," I said, lounging like a king on her sister's bed. "Make yourself at home."
She snickered at that because it was her home I was talking about. She sat down on the edge of the bed and blushed when she saw behind my raised knee my large, wet boner. "Looks like you left the man hanging, Barbie," she said to her sister who was closing the door.
Barbie touted back at her: "I had to leave you something to do, Brenda, didn't I?"
"Isn't that nice," said Brenda, stroking my hairy leg, "the way sisters watch out for each other?" She rubbed from the knee down and then smiled: "Maybe you don't want to mess around with the both of us?"
I reached over and took a feel of her arm to say: "Hey, if it doesn't bother you and Barbie, I can get into it."
She looked at me and then at Barbie: "What do you say, Barb? We've shared a lot of things before. Do you mind?"
"Nope," said Barbara. "Help yourself."
I couldn't believe how catty these two women were. But I enjoyed what they had in mind. Brenda stood up and started unbuttoning her blouse. "I wonder what Daddy would say if he could see us now?" she said to Barbie as she worked the buttons open. She reached one hand under her shirt, before she had it off, and rubbed her tit. She looked at Barbie who took a cross-legged position on the floor next to the bed. Barbie's titties hung down smoothly. I was anxious to have some basis for comparison. "Maybe," she said to her older sister, "he'd join in?"
Brenda laughed and slipped her blouse off. She looked at me. She was wearing just her shorts. She leaned around so that I could see her big titties. They hung down and leaned to the side, led out there by large, pink nipples. I loved the shape of those fine mammaries the minute I saw them. "You want to suck my tits?" she asked frankly.
"As soon as you're ready," I said softly. She was working her shorts open. She slipped out of them. I had a nice clean view of her entire body. She was built like her sister, but bigger and a little darker. Her flesh was complected with a permanent tan. Her silver dollar nipples were dark brown. She didn't shave under her arms, a fact which did nothing for me one way or the other. She didn't shave her legs either, but there wasn't much hair on her body, anyhow. I watched her hang her shorts over the end of the bed. She leaned to do it and I had a good view of what was becoming the familiar Binger ass crack. It was a smooth dark slice right between her fine, globular cheeks. It was mysterious looking and there was a soft tapered hole, larger than her sister's. "This is gonna be alright," I said. "Alright."
"I sure hope so," she said softly, turning around. She put one leg up on the bed and scratched her wet beaver. She rubbed her finger up between her labial lips and found her clitoris. "I just want you to be nice and ready when the time comes," she said.
"You sure you're worried about me?" I asked quickly. She hopped up onto the bed and stretched out between my legs. "I guess," I said, "you don't like to talk all that much."
"Shit," she said, palming my dick, "why talk at a time like this." She pulled my joint lazily into her face. Her lips went smoothly around the spongy mushroom head. She sucked the heart-shaped tip up into her face while her sister sat on the floor looking up and watching. "Barbie," I said, "are you sure you don't mind?"
Barbie was staring at her sister. "I'll let you know if I do." She just stared up watching. I took her at her word and took to enjoying the suck on my rod. Brenda was doing a good job of licking me back toward passion. I watched her work.
She used her tongue the way a painter might use a brush. She slopped at the heavy head, rubbed the broadest portion of her tongue at the thickest, middle section of my joint. Then she took her hand from about the base and rubbed her tongue around that rooty bottom. She licked the hairy pubic area and went lapping below, too. She was careful to cover everything that she could get her hands onto. Soon she had her kissing lips spread around my loins. There she left several small hickies. Then she went back up the side of my joint, kissing and licking again. She ended up with the head in her face, and she sucked long and hard. Soon I had to tell her to be careful not to suck it right off its pedestal. She laughed at that and asked me to roll over. I was beginning to think that these two sisters had similar techniques.
I rolled over and showed lovely Brenda my ass cheeks. She rubbed her hands into the hefty buttocks, massaging my ass with vigor. She used her fingers to knead every portion of my rump. She pulled the buttocks back and apart. "I love a good solid ass-hole," she said. "Do you mind?"
"Mind, hell!" I said. "Go to it." I wondered what the girls I knew in high school so many years before would think if they saw me now. I knew for sure that when I was a kid school wasn't like this. It was frustrating and a lot of homework. This was a whole new-pardon the expression-ball game. I loved the new rules, and especially the way Brenda applied them to my ass-hole. She used her tongue like there was no tomorrow, and I couldn't help but think back to the first ream out I ever had. It was, naturally, in the back of a van, but not mine, a friend's. He'd loaned it to me for the night. The girl was a little Mexican kid. She had the kind of a tongue that could make you come just from looking at it. She worked that little piece of flesh into my ass-hole for an hour and a half. I shot off with just the stimulation of her tongue in my butt. That's what I call a ream out.
Anyhow, Brenda had the same kind of little wormy wet tongue. She might have been bigger than her younger sister, but her tongue was smaller and more agile. She worked her mouth muscle up into my ass-hole and took on the shit cavity as her new found home. She worked around in there to make sure that I was getting pretty hot. By the time she finished reaming out my butt tube I was pretty close to shooting all over the place. I turned over and showed her my hog. She climbed up along my body, rubbing her big titties next to my chest and finally landing her face between my legs, her cunt in my mouth, It tasted like Barbie's pussy, but the goo was thicker.
"Babe," I told her, "you're just like your sister." It wasn't true, but I thought it was something nice to say. "Yeah," she agreed, "just like her." And then she went lapping at my hog. She wrapped her hands about the base of my dick. She waved the magic flesh wong back "and forth between her lips and along her tongue. Then she spread that delectable mouth muscle of hers all along the tip. She lapped at it. She didn't really suck me off, she licked me off. I was so fucking hot that I knew that another five strokes from her wet tongue would get me shooting. "Listen, baby," I told her, "I'm awfully close to shooting. What do you say you put it in your face?"
She went right for it and another couple of seconds later I turned her mouth into a pussy. I shot my jism. The come went streaking back into her throat. She swallowed it, one slug at a time, with a good, smooth rhythm. She got every drop down her tube, I loved her for that, and wanted to be sure that she got hers, too. "Listen," I said when finished filling her up with hot come, "you got to give me five minutes and then I'll eat you into ecstasy." She didn't answer. She just kept licking at the sides of my dick and rubbing her pussy around in front of my face. I gave her a couple of licks in her twat, but I wasn't really into it. I had to have a moment's rest. I told her to lay off, but she kept licking and wiping off the hot jism and saliva from the twitching. I finally rolled out from under her.
I stood up along side the bed and she lay there panting and gasping for air. "Shit," she said to her sister, "I thought you said he was really hot." I was half tempted to give her a slug across the face for that crack, but I decided to sit it out. I told her if she'd wait a minute or two I'd help her out.
Brenda didn't have to wait five seconds. Barbie got up and joined her on the bed. She climbed up with her sister and said softly, "I'll eat it, Brenda."
"Thanks," said Brenda. "You're a pal." I got the impression that this wasn't the first time that the two Binger sisters had made love. Brenda spread out her long smooth legs and Barbie, the smaller of the two, climbed onto her sister's long body. She rubbed her titties against Brenda's dark stomach and jammed her face between her sister's legs. She found the clit and rubbed it with her tongue. Brenda lifted her legs and clamped them tight around her sister's lovely face. Soon both the women were moaning and groaning and rolling around together on the bed. They were hotter than a couple of pieces of burning charcoal; they were eating each other into ecstasy.
"Shit," I said to myself, "they don't need me at all." I started to get up and Barbie saw me. She said: "We'll be done in a minute." I sat down and said: "Just getting a little more comfortable," I watched her bury her tongue in her sister's vagina. She worked her own long mouth muscle into Brenda's cunt. She sloshed around and located her sister's clitoris. She squeezed the hefty clitoris and rubbed it with her tongue. She made sure that the lovely girl got herself a full vagina of eat out action. "Mmmmmm," hummed Brenda, "that's terrific. I mean that's really getting me going." She waved her hips in her sister's face. Barbie latched on with her hands. She held Brenda's buttocks in two palms and held her cunt up to her face. She used her tongue like a pro, probably because she knew for sure how to make a woman, someone like herself, feel just right.
Brenda wasn't afraid to work out on her younger sister's twat, either. She may have been on the bottom, but she had the cunt at the perfect angle for eating. She stuffed lovely Barbie's wet pussy with a lot of mouth organ. She had the clit erect and was nibbling on it when she started to come. "Oh, fuck," she moaned, "I'm sorry, I just..." She was in so much ecstasy that she couldn't possibly give Barbie the attention she needed. So Brenda just let go of her sister's twat penis and lay back to enjoy herself. Barbie didn't appear to mind. She just licked her sister all the way into orgasm and then lay off.
"Ooooh, fuck," groaned Brenda, "that's the way it should always be." Barbie climbed off the bed and wiped some juice off of her face. She looked up at me as if I might have something to say. "Looked like fun," I observed. "You two get into it that way often?"
"Oh, sometimes," said Barbie. "Just recently, though. You know, just for fun."
"Mmmmm," I said, looking past her shoulder. She looked down at my prick while I watched her sister roll around in the post-orgasmic rush she must have been feeling. She grabbed my dick and ran her fingers up around the base. "Think you can get it on again?" she asked. I was firming already. I nodded my head. "Why don't you fuck Brenda then. Just for fun," she added.
"Sure," I said. "If you don't mind?" Just for fun, I thought to myself.
"No," she said simply. "I think it would help." She smiled and leaned on her knees. She knelt between my legs. I spread my loins and held her by the head. She had her face in my crotch and I looked at the bed behind her where her sister lay watching us. Brenda smiled at me. She was waiting for Barbie to suck me into erection. She knew, that when I had my hard-on, I would climb up on the bed and jam it in her pussy. We both waited for her sister to get me ready.
Barbie was doing a marvelous job. She rolled her tongue across the head of my meat and soon she had the head about as sensitive as possible. She was wetting down the shaft. I took her by the side of the head, while I watched waiting Brenda, and rolled her face back and forth along my crotch muscle. Her smooth young cheeks rubbed on this or that portion of my long fat prick. It was a first class fuck to dick massage, the kind of perfect appetizer for the up and coming fuck in her sister's hot wet hole. "O.k., " I said, letting go of her silky hair, "I think it's time for your sister to get the fuck she's been waiting for."
Barbie crawled aside. Brenda spread her legs out. "Come and get it," she said, reaching down and caddily holding her vaginal lips open. I surprised her by jumping onto the bed and slamming my cock up around her face and my tongue into her pussy. "First things first," I told her. "You suck me for a minute or two and then we'll see if you get the fucking you want." She was surprised alright, but she grabbed my meat saying: "Sure, why the hell not." She jammed the poker down her throat tube and gave me the kind of licking that I wanted. It was the perfect capper to the foreplay from her sister. When I was satisfied with her licking and with the juice flowing from her cunt, I took my prick out of her mouth and climbed back around. I took the missionary position for mounting her tube, and slugged her with my dick. "Ooooh, shit!" she wailed. With my eyes closed I couldn't tell the difference between her voice and Barbie's. It didn't make a whole hell of a lot of difference to me anyhow.
I rammed my rod as hard and as fast, in one long thrust, up her vaginal tube. The flesh was soft and slippery, heated and ready. I used my tool to ream her out. I rubbed into corners of her pussy that I'm sure, that until that moment, she didn't even know existed. I could feel her long sensuous flesh going to work on pulling my prick into orgasm. She rubbed and tightened down, rubbed her clit across the head of my joint, got herself the kind of vaginal massage that she wanted. I was sure to keep poking her so that she'd stay constantly surprised. My fat hog expanded, prepared to explode inside her lean, slippery twat space. It was a perfect tunnel of love, juicy, dark and hot.
"Shit," she grunted again, "it's so fucking big. I think..."
I didn't let her speak. I jammed a finger up between her smooth ass cheeks. It was a perfect stab, landed right in her anus. I hadn't used my little finger either. I used my long middle digit to poke her big ass-hole full of bony ecstasy. She rolled around on my hand and my cock not knowing what the hell was happening. She didn't know whether to cry or laugh, to be happy and ecstatic or to fall down and cry in agony. "Fuck!" she cried. "It's too much. You have to slow down. Please? No more. Please!"
"Too late for that, cunt. You got this one coming to you for a long long time," I knew exactly what I was doing. Brenda was the kind of a girl who'd been stealing men from her younger sister for years. I was sure of it. She'd probably been the one responsible for the guy who Barbie loved leaving her all alone. So I wanted to reach Brenda a little sex lesson, the kind of thing that only a big cock and a long digit can do. I jammed harder and harder, tacked her cunt ot the bed, nailed her with my big flesh nail. "Please," she moaned, "please! Not so fucking hard."
"Tell the truth, Brenda. You always want your sister's boyfriends. Isn't that right?"
"Oh, no, please, stop!" She rolled her hips and tried to get away from my tacking, strong cock. I kept a good hold of her hips though and even managed an occasional lick and suck on her plentiful breasts. I rubbed her nipples between my lips while I jammed her ass-hole with my finger. My cock was rolling in her slippery twat. "Please," she moaned, "no more. Yes, yes, I always do it. You're right. I'm always jealous. I always try to steal her boyfriends."
That's all I wanted to hear. I pulled my pecker out of her cunt and slapped her softly on the thigh. "Isn't that better now? Now you know yourself a little better and you know what a good cock feels like." I looked down at Barbie. "You see, kid, your sister's the one responsible for the misery you felt about losing your boyfriend. I knew it the minute she walked in here. You watch out for her."
Barbie looked up at me. "I never would have realized it. But now that you put it like that, I guess you're right."
"Sure I'm right," I said. "She's a fucking snake."
She looked up at my big fat wet hog. "You want to finish me off?" I asked softly. She blushed.
She blushed. "Yes, I'd like that." I turned to Brenda who lay moaning on the bed with her sore ass-hole and wet, frustrated cunt. I was gonna tell her to get the fuck out of the room, that she was an ass-hole and a bitch, but I didn't have to. She saw it in my eyes. She got up and took that lovely bitch goddess body of hers out of the room. At the door, though, she stopped and smiled. "You kids have fun," she said sadly. I wondered if I hadn't been too harsh on her.
But I didn't wonder long. Barbie came up all smiles. She joined me on the bed. She spread out between my legs and cupped her hands around my long slippery needy prick. I was wet from having been inside her sister's juice bag. I needed her hands and her mouth rubbing on my dick. I felt her tongue go right to work. She slid up and around the head of my joint. She took the whole meaty prick tip inside her mouth. She smiled a moment later and said: "I didn't know you were going to treat Brenda like that. If I had, well, I don't know if I'd have let you do that to her."
"Shit," I said, "she's been copping your boyfriends and you don't care about it?"
"I do care," she said, "I just never could have brought myself to do that." She was young and innocent. I felt like the knight on a white horse, the avenger. I was her savior, her special man, the guy who tossed her jealous sister out of the sack. I watched her on my prick with new energy. She was all hot lust. No matter what she said now, I knew she loved me more than ever. She rubbed her lips and her tongue along the thick wet portion of my joint. Her hands toured my loins and rubbed under my butt. I lifted up; she took advantage of the opportunity and slid her fingers under my ass cheeks. She took a good firm hold and kneaded the flesh of my butt.
"Come up here," I told her. "Come up here with your twat and let me lick you." She arranged herself accordingly. She dumped her pussy in my face. I rubbed my tongue into the hairy wet breach. Her lips were slippery and open, and her taste was thinner than her sister's had been. I had a good hold on her clit before she could say lickety-split. This time, despite the ecstasy she must have felt, she managed to keep a good hold on my joint. She rubbed her tongue and her fingers up and down the length of the fat prick stem. She had my hog in her face. She used her tongue there to massage the tip. She was wetting me down so well, licking and rubbing with her mouth muscle, that I'd have to rate that particular sucking among the best I ever had. I felt the juice building in my balls. It was going to be a massive explosion. The more I rubbed her clit and her slippery slot with my tongue, the better I could feel her mouth exercise on my cock. "Shit, honey," I told her, "this is going to be a biggie."
"Oh, God damn fuck," she moaned. "It's gonna be good for me too!" She rolled her hips around on my shoulders. A slow, steady pulse of juice began to flow from her narrow sap producing slot. I could feel the ooze thicken. A moment or two later she was climaxing. I let my flesh gun fire. The come went spraying down her throat. She swallowed it all with her young lips and her smooth tongue insuring the seal around the head of my dick. She had a good firm mouth grip on my joint, even as the last shot went streaming, hot and boiling, down her mouth tube. "Mmmmmmm," she hummed, and though she didn't say it, I knew she was thinking, as she sucked my cock clean, "My hero!"
VI
It's one thing to help a teenage kid fight off her elder sister. But it's another when the same kid starts talking about wanting to live with you in the back of your van. And that's what fifteen year old Barbie Binger had in mind as I left her place that night. I told her I'd be in touch. You probably know how sincere I was about that. I wanted to be as far away from the strings that went with that offer as possible.
So I started driving, South, just to get out of town for a couple of days. I dropped my film through the slot in the door at the studio that wanted the pictures, and knew, that when I got back in town, I'd have a little money to work with, and maybe another job.
It took me about three hours to get down to just outside of San Diego. I parked the van, where I'm not sure, but within ear shot of some beach. The next morning I woke up with the sun streaming through the rear portal. It was a bright clear morning and down on the beach were surfers. I slipped into my trunks and locked up the truck. I took my morning swim in nature's biggest swimming pool, the Pacific Ocean. The water was warm, especially so for that time of year, and I woke up refreshed and ready for adventure.
And naturally enough, there was plenty of that around. The beach was getting filled up with teeny-boppers in lovely bikinis, and some who were just in their birthday suits. I camped out close to the water and managed to help myself to some of the visual delights readily available in the California sun. Soon enough I had my chance to meet one of the luscious babes. She was walking back and forth in her two-piece, shaking a tanned d and big tits. She kept pacing in front of me, making the sea and her boobies into some sort of perfect landscape. "Hey, sweetheart," I called to her, "why don't you bring that over here!"
To my surprise she came sauntering up. "I thought you'd never ask," she said. She had long brown hair that was bleached naturally from the sun. She was some sort of beach maiden, a female beach ass, exactly my style. "Sit down," I said. "Welcome to my castle."
This young babe took herself a nice comfortable piece of beach next to my towel. I watched her move. She used every inch of her long tanned body to sit down with. There was no stopping her. "What's your name?" I asked her.
"Susie," she said. "Susie Smith."
"You're putting me on," I said. "Nobody's named Susie Smith."
"You want to bet?" she asked.
"I don't gamble," I said, inspecting her long smooth dark legs. "I prefer sure things."
"You're in luck," she said. "Me, too." She smiled and I didn't know what to make of it. But sure enough, five minutes later she was telling me her life story. She had a kid, it seemed, and she'd been done dirt by a lot of fellows. She had the kid when she was about seventeen. The guy who fathered the child had left her. She'd always loved the beach and she'd moved down here to do the best she could for the baby. The kid wasn't with her now because she made a point of keeping one or two days to herself. She was about twenty-two and since she'd been married she'd seen it all. She'd been a singer with a rock band, she'd hooked for a while to pay for baby food, and she'd been through the whole leather and turquoise trip. And now she was just a mellow sweetheart looking for a nice piece of ass. She didn't say it like that, but she meant it that way.
I took her up to the van with the excuse that we could have some lunch. She invited me back to her beach house, a little hut up the road a piece, and I drove her there. She lived in a behind-the-woods kind of shack, but it had everything that was necessary. The kid, she said, was with a friend for the day, and she was on her own. She made up a steak and told me while she cooked our brunch that she liked meeting people for one time only kinds of affairs. She didn't expect she'd ever marry, not after what happened with that first guy so many years before.
She ran around here and there making the table ready and getting the food out. She cooked with a rhythm that matched the music she'd put on the moment we entered the place. She even put the plates out with a little dance and a shuffle. I couldn't resist any longer, so I got up off the chair I'd been sitting on and said, holding her by the wrist: "Kiss me. I want to kiss a married woman with no husband and one kid."
She smiled and pressed her lips up against mine. She toured my face with her long wet tongue. I sucked on the lovely little mouth muscle. She gave me a good Frenching. I let my hands tour her back and her fanny. She hesitated at first, taking my hands off her butt, but then she socked it to me. She let me go wherever I wanted along her smooth skin and between her legs. She occupied herself with a quick feel of my penis. She rubbed through my bathing suit at my springing cock. "We better eat," she said, breaking away suddenly.
"Yeah," I said, "but not steak." I grabbed her by the arm. She'd started away and I turned her toward me. "We can eat lunch any time." I kissed her again and she melted against me. I had on no shirt and she was wearing her bikini top. Her smooth titties, at least the tops anyhow, rubbed against my chest. I could feel her smooth hips between my hands rubbing against my crotch. I worked her pelvis onto my thigh. Her snatch, even through the bikini bottom, rubbed against my leg. I used a firm pressure to push her down on my leg. She wrapped her long brown loins around my thigh and used a scissor-hold to grip my leg. I kept pressing my tongue in and around her mouth. "Shit," she moaned. "I got to turn off the stove."
She let go and turned off the fire under the pan steak. When she came back she was hot and bothered. She turned around and said: "Mind undoing that?"
"For you baby, I don't mind anything."
"I want something nice from you," she said. "It's my only day left this week without the kid."
"You can have anything you want," I told her as I undid the strap. Her boobs fell out into my waiting palms. I had reached quickly under her arms and to the front of her smooth, young body. I cupped her boobs and she pressed her butt into my crotch. I rubbed her nipples and she swayed her hips from side to side, rolled her ass cheeks against my cock and balls. "Will you really give me anything I want?" she said, taking my hands in hers.
"You bet, Susie Smith, or whoever you are." I kissed her ears and she started sliding out of her bikini bottoms. She had to pull away to do that, but I didn't mind because it meant we'd be getting a lot more in a minute or two. She undressed and looked at me. "If you're going to give me what I want," she said, rolling her hips under one hand, "you're going to have to take those trunks off." I slid out of my swimming suit. She set herself down between my legs and inspected my joint. "I think I have myself a winner," she said, palming my prick and examining it closely. "A real winner." I was blossoming in her hand. She watched the spongy head fill with fresh hot blood. The shaft thickened before her very eyes. The boner took on full dimensions and threatened power and lust. She was blushing just from watching it grow. "Wow," she gasped. "This looks good." She put her other hand on the top of the prick and stood up. She pressed her dark damp bush against my thigh again, this time with no bathing suit between her and me.
"Yeah, Susie," I said. "This is gonna be nice." She kissed me on my chest, on my manly nipples.
"You know," she said softly rubbing my hairy chest, "you know you said I could have anything I wanted?" She worked her way down to my stiff crotch muscle. She was on her knees again, and she licked my stick. She rubbed it with her young wet tongue. "Well, anyhow, I want something that you might not be willing to give a stranger." She wrapped her hands under my legs and cupped my buttocks while her mouth sucked my cock into her face. Susie rubbed my ass cheeks and played with my joint while she told me what she wanted. "I want you to eat me out. I want you to rub my cunt with your tongue. And maybe something else, too."
I looked around the room. I wanted someplace comfortable where I could make use of her fabulous body. Did I mention her splendid titties and lovely nipples? Did I tell you about her marvelous mushroom colored caps and pink tips? She had the perfect set of mammaries to help me pass a Southern California afternoon. I rubbed her breasts and pulled up on them because I wanted her next to me. She kissed me in the mouth. I pulled away and told her we had to lay down someplace.
She took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom. It was a room just a little larger than the big bed that it contained. You had to climb up to get into it. I went first. Susie followed. Once you were there, it was the kind of place you didn't want to leave. She climbed up on top of me and said: "Are you going to suck me out the way I want it?"
"Turn around, Susie Smith, and I'll give it to you just the way you like it." She smiled and arranged herself with her twat in my face. I licked the vaginal lips open. Her pussy was leaking profusely already. I used my tongue to get the hole even more open. I rubbed and located the clitoris. The thing was large and healthy. "Miss Smith," I said, "I don't believe that a girl with such a nice clitoris only takes two days off to use it."
"Sometimes," she said, "I cheat." I liked that, so I gave her clit a professional rubbing. I used my lips to tug the thing into ecstasy. Pretty soon her smooth pussy and wet fur were sloppy and gushing. She was a quick comer, and she was having one small orgasm after another. She wasn't neglectful of my cock either. She was able to keep working out on it while I ate in her slot. She gave pretty good head. She wasn't hysterical about it, but deliberate. Every stroke of her tongue landed perfectly and directly on target. She gave me chills with her long mouth muscle, and soon I was as stiff as stone is hard. "Baby," I said, "you get an extra special eating for treating me so well."
She hitched her hips up a couple of times and I rubbed her smooth dark fanny. She must have sunbathed in the nude from time to time because her ass was as tanned and lusty as her legs. I rubbed the smooth cheeks "and spread out the ass crack. Then I had to have her get on her belly, off my joint, so that I could get a good rubbing going on her fanny. She stood on her hands and knees and everything was ideal for a good little ream in her butt. I used one finger in her cunt while I used my other hand to hold her ass cheeks open. With my tongue I stroked up and down her delectable crack. "Mmmmmm," she hummed, "that's what I really wanted but was afraid to ask for."
"You're a lucky lady," I said. "Not everybody I know gets a good little ream out." I didn't bother saying anything else. I just pushed my tongue up and down her smooth groove and filled her anus with my long mouth muscle. Pretty soon she was wobbling and shivering with a new orgasmic high. I took my finger out of her cunt and used a good muscular hold on her hips to flip her over. She landed on her back with her smooth belly upright and shimmering and with her long, tanned legs spread. She was juicing profusely from her snatch. I dove for the lovely meat of her cunt. She reached down with her fingers and held the lips open for me so that I could give her a good long tongue rub. I ate her clit until the thing was erect and twitching. Then I crawled up along her body and rubbed her titties with my mouth muscle. I spread my tongue out along the base of one full titty. It was big and soft. The nipple was upright and pressed along my cheek. I could feel the heat in her chest develop quickly. I loved the feel of her body getting even hotter and wetter. She began to sweat.
"Oh, shit," she finally moaned. "I can't believe how lucky I am to get that meat of yours." She reached down between our bodies and pointed my cock into her cunt. She rolled her hips and my meat went sliding up into her body. She clamped down with her cunt muscles, and lifted up with her legs. She rolled her body around and around on my joint. It was like her pussy was eating my dick. She chomped on it, ate more and more of it, even climbed my hog. Then she lifted her legs up high, over my head, so that she was nearly bent over backwards. My cock went sliding deep into her smooth pelvis for a long feel of her slippery interior flesh. "Uuuuuuhh," she groaned, "that's good. That's really good."
She reached down between her legs, between our bodies again, and cupped my nuts. She rolled them between her fingers. She gave me a good long chill that climbed my spine. When it hit my brain it was everything I could do to keep from flooding her cunt with jism. I yanked out. I wanted to save the hot jism for her face. I wanted to spill all over her throat. It seemed like that would be the right thing to do. She understood and went down on my hog the minute I cleared her pussy. "Mmmmm," she hummed, licking my joint with fresh, exuberant enthusiasm. "I can't get a big prick like this every day, you know. Don't mind me if I go a little 'hog wild', eh?"
"Help yourself," I found myself saying, "It's all yours," It was, actually, my pleasure. She rubbed her lips around the hefty tip and soon she had me again ready to come. This time, of course, I would let myself go. She had had her orgasms, several of them in a row I calculated, and there was no reason in the world for me to postpone my own pleasure any longer. I let her have the full shot. At first Susie gagged and pulled her face away. The next shot caught her in the titty. Seeing all that come go to waste, she humped her mouth back onto the head of my prick. She sucked the heart-shaped prick cap back into her oral cavity and licked around on the sides. She worked all the spraying come down her esophagus. She ate me right up. My prick never felt better.
When I was done, I pulled my prick away from her. She went around the edges of the tip and licked. She wanted to make sure that I was good and clean. She was a good woman and I couldn't understand why her former husband, or whoever it was gave her that child, had left her. I told her so, and then we fell asleep in each other's arms. It was one of those short naps that feel like three days. When I woke up I had another hard-on. Susie saw it immediately, and she went down on it just as soon. She warned me, though, that this was just a warm-up, that the real fucking and sucking for the second round would be after lunch. I agreed and after a little preliminary licking we climbed down out of the bed and sat around her small table to eat, finally, the pan steaks.
She explained some more about herself over lunch. She said that she liked sex a lot, that nothing could make her happy except a good fuck and a good suck. It was good to meet a girl who was fairly mature about her attitudes. I liked hearing her say, "There's nothing that turns me on more than a fat prick in my mouth. I don't know why girls are so afraid to admit it. Maybe it's just our society and the way it's all fucked up." I said I didn't know. I did know that she was onto something, but I don't like thinking that much. It seems unnecessary. We finished eating lunch and Susie brought out a bottle of wine. "Tell me your real name so I can toast you," I said. She quietly reached for her purse. Her fine boobies hung softly away from me as she reached below the table. I realized that it didn't matter at all what her name was. She passed me, however, her driver's license. Sure enough it read clearly: Susie Smith.
"Well," I said, "in that case you win the bet. You get a good long ass lick and a triple-threat clit rub." She liked that and led the way back to her 'upstairs' bedroom. We climbed back into the sack.
She spread her legs around my face. I was laying down and told her she might do well to sit on my face. She liked that a lot, took the new position and rubbed her cunt down into my mouth. Her brown fur was as wet and greasy as could be. There was plenty of fresh, hot ooze. Our first suck had been a warm-up, it now seemed, and she was getting hotter even than I thought she would. She was jamming around on top of my face with her cunt leaking all over the fucking place. I had ooze everywhere, down my chin, on my face, on my neck, everywhere. It was ooze city, and I loved every ounce of it.
My tongue toured her crotch. It was no problem at all to get her clit going. She was light on my face, and I liked the way she spread her legs to squat on me. I stuffed her pussy with my tongue and licked the clit into ecstasy. You could see it bobbing and twitching and preparing for the big orgasm. The others had been starters, preparation for this long fuck eat out. I love oral sex, and finding out how hot Susie was about it made my day. I sucked her clit with everything I could give her. I rubbed it between my lips, tongued it with my mouth muscle, nibbled on it and tugged. "Ooooh," she wailed, "fuck me with your tongue. I love that."
She leaned forward and rubbed my chest with her spread hands. She pulled on my manly nipples and slid her pussy back and forth on my face. It was about as pleasurable as could be to feel her jamming cunt rolling between my lips. "Shit," she cried out, "this is perfect. I'm gonna come pretty soon if you keep rubbing like that. I really mean it. I'm gonna come all over the fucking place." She pressed down and her wet hair pie filled my face perfectly. I love the feel of a woman's vaginal lips spreading out over my mouth. There's nothing quite like it. The juice was slippery and. easy as it flowed into my mouth and down my cheeks. I reached up between her legs and held onto her smooth titties. I tweaked the nipples while my lips worked out on her erect clitoris. "Mmmmm," she said, "just another couple of strokes and ... ahhhhhhh ... there ... it. . . is!" She pressed down hard and I gave her one last nibble on her clitoris before she slid off my face. "Uuuuuhhhh," she grunted softly laying next to me. I rubbed her smooth legs with my hand. I felt up her loins and rubbed her mound as she started the climb down from orgasm. "You came pretty good," I said softly. It was just as pleasurable for me as it was for her. I liked knowing that I'd given her a good eat out.
"I want to give you something nice, too," she said softly. "I want to suck your cock and get more of your come in my body," I smiled and indicated that that would be fine with me, with me and my dick. She reached down to my joint and casually, from the side, began sucking. She bowed, eventually having to get up onto her hands and knees in order to work on my joint, and slid my cock into her face. She rubbed her lips down around the base of my fuck-stick. She used her hands to manipulate my balls.
"Nice," I told her, reaching one hand to the back of her fanny. I slid a finger under her butt and into her pussy. I jammed up hard. I found her erect clit and started rubbing it again. She indicated that she didn't want it there. She took my finger out of her pussy and applied my hand to her butt. Then she went back to sucking.
Taking the cue, I rubbed my digit up along her ass crack. It was still wet from the previous sucking. I jabbed her with the digit, gave her sphincter muscle a good long hooked massage. I jammed at least half my middle finger into the shit tube. It didn't faze her in the least. In fact, it aroused her passions. She went about the job of tonguing me into ecstasy with even more fervor. She worked my hog up and down with her long experienced oral muscle. Everything was wet with saliva. She eventually had my cock so hard and stiff that she sat back in amazement:
"Jesus, it's big! Shit!" She popped the thing back between her lips and swallowed as much of it into her face as possible. She worked the base with her long smooth fingers and soon she was milking me toward orgasm.
"Another minute or so," I told her. "Just another pull or two." I kept my finger up her anus and she waved her hips on it. She rubbed her mouth back and forth at the same time that she used her lips to rub the head of my joint. It was a fabulous suck, irresistible. I exploded in her face. This time she got every drop of it. It was oral heaven, for Susie Smith, just the perfect fuck in the face that she'd been looking for. And it wasn't all that bad for me, either. When she was done swallowing, and I was done juicing in her face, she took to cleaning my joint off with her tongue. She licked up the side, covered the top of the prick head, and finally finished off by licking my balls. She gave my nuts a couple of goodbye kisses (We both knew that's what was happening) and sat up out of my crotch. "What's your name?" she asked. "I don't even know your name."
She lay down on my belly. I told her my name was Charley and we didn't say anything for a minute or two. Then the phone rang and she said she'd be right back. I slipped down off the bed and followed her back to the main part of the beach hut. I put on my trunks while she talked on the phone for a minute. I waited for her to get off. She was still naked. She came over and sat down at the table near where I was standing. She looked at my crotch and reached her hand into my trunks and squeezed. "That was the babysitter," said Susie. "She said she's gonna bring the kid back now."
"Yeah," I said. "I figured as much."
We didn't say much else. She kissed me goodbye. I knew she didn't want some strange man around when her kid was home.
VII
I spent that night parked overlooking the beach again. There was a beautiful sunset and a steady parade of people on and off the sand below. Around ten I decked out in the back of the van. I lit up a couple of joints and smoked my brains out and listened to the radio.
The next morning the sky was clear as a bell and bright blue. I started driving back toward L.A. Around fifty miles out of town there was a chick standing outside of her car fumbling with the hood. I've always been handy with cars and engines, and I've always been a sucker for a redhead. Needless to say, she was a redhead and I pulled over.
"Hello," I said, "can I be of some help?"
She smiled and said sure. I took a look under the hood. She'd flooded the car trying to get it started. But that wasn't the only problem. Her distributor cap was missing and that was why the car wouldn't turn over in the first place. "You need a part for this thing if yer gonna get it going," I told her.
"Shit," she said. That's when I noticed what she was wearing and how she was built. She had on a long dress, some sort of evening gown. It looked liked she'd been up half the night. It was about ten a.m., and there wouldn't have been any reason for her to be wearing something like that at that hour. She had on heels and stockings, too, and her reddish auburn hair was stacked on her head. She had a big bustline, the kind of titties that you really have to get a feel of to make sure your eyes aren't deceiving you. I wanted to rub those breasts and to get my tongue licking up and down along the smooth creamy flesh that I was betting was there. "I'll take you up to the next station, if you like. It's a common enough part. You ought to be able to get it there."
"Thanks," she said. She hopped into my van and from the way she crossed her legs I had a hunch I was in luck. Once again I thanked my stars for the hauncho that sold me the van. We made our way to the gas station and she told me about how she happened to be stranded on the road like that. She'd been to an all-night sort of party, a celebration of her future marriage. But in the middle of her party, in her and her fianc''s honor, she'd had a fight with him. Nothing, it seemed, from that moment on, was the same. She'd been left, she admitted, stranded and without a future marriage. She drank from three to five and passed out. She came to and no one was around or if they were everyone was asleep. In one night her entire life had been rearranged. She figured that whoever took the distributor cap had been playing a practical joke on both her and her fianc', and now it turned out to be a one-party gag.
"Shit," I said, as we pulled into the station, "I don't believe a word of that." She blushed and I knew I was right. "Why I bet you've got that distributor cap in your purse or something?"
"Fucking-a," she broke out, "how'd you know that?" I
"By the bulge." I picked up the bag. I opened it. "There you go," I said. "You shouldn't keep greasy things like this in a nice little purse like this." She tried to smile and laugh her way out of it. "So what's the scam, sweetheart," I said. "What's the real story." I turned the van around and headed back down the highway, somewhat in the direction of where I'd found her. She started up again, and again it sounded like a lie. About a hundred yards from where she was parked I pulled up along the shoulder of the road. "Come on," I said, grabbing her by the wrist. "Come with me."
"No," she said. "I don't want to now."
"Be honest, baby, about one thing today, anyhow, eh?" I pulled her into the back of the truck. I knew that her screams couldn't be heard. I pulled the curtains with one hand while she struggled to get free of my other hand. But I had a good enough hold that she didn't have much chance. I plopped her down with a thud and shoved my pelvis down between her legs. "This is rape!" she protested.
"This is what you wanted," I retorted, placing my mouth against hers. I shoved my tongue into her unwilling face. I toured the inside of her mouth. She could have bit me, but she didn't. She didn't kiss back either, or at least not at first. She struggled to get free, but I had one hand around her face and the other wrapped around her waist. I pulled her mound into my crotch and pressed my pelvis into her. I moved hard and fast. When she finally began to submit and get hot, I rubbed my tongue hard and long in her mouth. I released my stranglehold around her mid-sections and went searching between her legs. The nylons ended above her knees. From there on up she was nude, bare flesh. Her beaver was unfettered by any sort of underwear. She was, as I had expected, soft and wet. Her slippery pussy lips opened up with the first feel from my finger. I slid up high and jammed inside her body. "Uuuuuhhh," she moaned. "Please be gentle. Please?"
"Sure," I said, stroking the inside of her vagina. "You be nice to me, though, too." I knew she wanted this particular suck and fuck, and I didn't give a damn why. I shoved my finger in and out of her hole. I rubbed up high in her cunt and managed to get a good long slide going against her clitoris. I used the top of my knuckle to get her clit twitching. Soon she was juicing and passive, enjoying the rape she'd begun. I rubbed my tongue deep into her face and then kissed her on the side of her neck. She began to pant. "Fuck me really hard, please? Fuck me good," she was moaning.
She'd certainly changed her tune. I lifted up off her body and told her to take off her dress. She not only took of the evening gown, but also she let her hair down. It was long red, silky fur, the kind of hair that drives me up a tree. I pressed my lips against the nape of her neck and spread her out on her belly. "I want to make sure it's good for both of us, honey. Just you relax." She had long skinny legs and I pressed her thighs together so that I could get a good rub from her smooth back side. I took her hips in my hands and pulled her up and down under my body. Soon I was rubbing my stiff joint along the crack in her butt. I still had my clothes on, but the dry hump was nearly as good as the real thing. Then I took my time to undress. I knew she wouldn't try to get away now. I wondered as I took of my trousers if I'd ever get the true story out of her. When she saw my cock she melted all over again. "Jesus," she said, "let me at that thing."
She spread her mouth out around my joint while I slipped the rest of my trousers off. She helped herself to a good long serving of fresh cock meat. Her thin lips went wandering down the length of my dick. I was plenty hard when she began, harder when she started using her tongue. She licked the fat base, the thick stem, and rubbed the head against her smooth pale and slightly freckled cheek. "You know," she said softly between strokes, "I just really wanted this. I don't know why I was so roundabout about it."
She was some sort of intellectual broad. I like smart girls, but not fucked up ones. Don't get me wrong. A body is a body. But she was trying to hide something before. Now, at least, she was getting what she wanted: a big hot boner in the face. I didn't fool myself into thinking that it was my prick in particular she wanted. It could have been anybody's meat. She sucked me that way, too, in a hungry, wanton sort of manner, as though she'd been starved for it and that this was a secret kind of thing she was doing. It was like when a girl goes to Europe and fucks her brains out and then comes back to Santa Monica or Santa Barbara and pretends she never balls. Anyhow, old red was doing a good enough number on my prick that I was able to stop thinking about where she was coming from and start enjoying the licking my dick was getting.
"Nice," I told her. "You do that pretty good." She tongued my nuts and licked my loins. She went down deep along the underside of my dick and made sure not to leave any part of my cock untouched. She rubbed the head of my joint with her tongue. She had a long narrow tongue, the kind of sweet wet mouth muscle that looks sexy. She used it as best she could. She rubbed my joint against that magic carpet and made sure to concentrate on the rim of my mushroom head.
Pretty soon I told her to stretch out on my belly. She liked that idea. I lay down on my back and she put her legs around my face. She pushed her crotch up into my mouth. I had a good hold, in no time at all, on a slender piece of met that had to be her clitoris. I sucked that, and a good chunk of whatever else was in the area, into my mouth. I used my tongue to swab it all down.
She started telling me, between licks on my cock, while her titties rubbed against my pelvis, all about her true story. She'd always wanted to pick up a man with just some flimsy excuse. The day before she'd been to her psychiatrist. He'd suggested that she go out and do it that way if she really thought it would be exciting. He told her not to feel guilty about it, just to enjoy it. And that was why she'd taken her own distributor cap of her car. "Well," I said, "that's lucky for me, eh?"
She seemed to like that, and felt better now that she'd told me this. She rubbed her tongue harder and more accurately at my prick. She opened her mouth and swallowed a good deal of my meaty joint into her face. She worked her lips down on the rod, as far as she could go, and came up with a mouthful of good hot rod. "Mmmmmm," she hummed, "I think my shrink was right. This is about perfect." She used most of her mouth to rub my dick toward some sort of ecstasy. Pretty soon I told her that I wanted to get a good feel of her butt.
She told me that no one had ever done that with her before. I said: "Well, there's a first time for everything." She slid off my chest and lay on her belly again. I rubbed her smooth white ass cheeks with my hands. I massaged her butt. Then I took her by the hips and pulled up so that she ended on her hands and knees. I used my fingers to pull from the center of her rump, in the groove, and thereby spread her ass open. The channel was long and narrow. I could feel her heat up with the thought of having a man's tongue wander in her ass crotch. I filled the groove with a gentle brush stroke of wet tongue meat. She had the shivers, chills climbed her butt and up her spine. I continued to work her ass cheeks while I drove my tongue into the space around her ass-hole. There I found the tapered hole smooth and sculptured. The tip of my tongue gently drilled her shit tube. "Ooooh, God," she grunted, "I never..."
I reached up under her smooth belly. I grabbed a helping of her long pendular titties. They were narrow but full. The nipples were beet red and ready for tugging. I yanked on one of them and then cupped both. I massaged her titties, pressed them up into her chest and waited for her response. Sure enough, she moaned in ecstasy: "Oh, God, yes, I love that. That's so fine. Shit, more. Rub harder." I jammed my hands against her chest and made sure that her nipples and her creamy smooth titties got the fair treatment they deserved. Finally, while rubbing my tongue into her ass-hole, I stroked her cunt with one hand, leaving the other up around her chest. She went wild, pulling her hips in and out, pushing her ass-hole back against my face for the slippery slide and rub I was only too happy to provide. "Mmmmmm," she cooed, "I never had it like this. It's so sweet. I love you for this. Oh, God, yes!"
I rubbed her once more with my finger, taking a long careful angle and making sure that I caressed her clitoris as much if not more than anything else. Her sex button was erect and ready for plenty of stimulation. A steady flow of juice added spice to the rub. Her smooth pelvis began to pace itself, took on rhythm, and I could tell she was getting close to gushing.
"You let me know," I suggested, "when you want it somewhere else."
"Uuuuuhhh," she grunted, and I knew she didn't have any way to gauge herself. Maybe she was high-society and could afford a sports car and a psychiatrist, but she didn't know her own body. I turned her over and landed my fondling tongue in her cunt instead of her ass-hole. I licked the precious labial lips, hidden in her auburn forest, and rubbed her clit. My lips went automatically for a brief rub on her erect pussy-penis. Soon I had a good tight grip and was able to wag the little thing back and forth. The more I moved my head in this manner the more the red-head screamed about how much she was enjoying herself, how she would do this again, and how we had to get together often just for the sex. "Sure," I lied, "sure. What ever you want, sweetheart."
"Oooooh, God," she groaned when I landed a particularly adept stroke to her cunt muscle. "Shit me around," she moaned. "I think I'm gonna come honey. I think I'm gonna come all over you." I kept licking and tonguing her clit into ecstasy. There was enough juice there to drown in. I reached up with my hands and felt up those long soft titties. I picked, in particular, on the erect nipples. Chills climbed around her face and she gasped: "Oh, fuck me! Fuck me good and hard."
I didn't take her literally. If I had, I'd have probably busted that narrow channel of hers wide open. I used my tongue to search out the insides of her twat, however, and discovered how neat and slippery her pussy chamber was. The flesh was long and soft. She had good tight muscles there, even though she didn't know exactly how to use them. "Squeeze," I told her at one point. She bore down, and there was some contraction, but not enough to get really excited about. The shape and feel of her slippery interior, however, was worthy of all the attention I could manage. I gave her plenty of tongue meat and let her try chewing on it while I rubbed her nipples and breasts.
She started crying about something to do with her mother and her brother, between grunts and groans, and I knew she was a little bit crazy. I just rubbed my tongue into her twat, making sure that she was getting the kind of oral fuck in her pussy that she wouldn't forget. She might have been hysterical, a nut, a crazy neurotic, but she was also a horny redhead. I loved the shape of her cunt, and I didn't mind feeling her up in every which way I could, even though she was shouting such strange, obsessed things.
Eventually, I removed my hands from her titties and started working on her ass. I rubbed her buttocks with both hands-by cupping her cheeks from underneath-and continued to work out with my tongue in her hairy wet notch. Pretty soon I worked a finger up into her ass-hole. "Uuuuuhhh," she grunted again articulate for a moment, "no one ever did that ... uuuuuhhh." I jammed hard and spread her sphincter out so fast that she didn't know what hit her. "Shit," she groaned, "no, that's too fucking much. Please."
I rolled her over. She didn't have any idea what too much was. I spread her buttocks and took some of that fresh gush for lubricant. I spread it out along her ass crack. "What are you doing?" she demanded. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"I'm giving you something to tell your shrink, baby. Just a little bit of grease, and something to tell your psychiatrist." With that I jammed the head of my flesh prong into her anal corridor. I rode it all the way down.
"Ooooh, no!" she bleated. "No! Fuck no!" She was genuinely frantic. But I figured it might be good for her. She'd be able to spend years on the couch spending money trying to figure out how it all happened. And then one day she'd scratch her twat and realize that it didn't matter one bit. I jammed hard and long and filled her ass channel with as much of my pecker as I had to give her. She nearly went through the roof of my van, trying to escape, trying to get some relief from the agony she must have been feeling in her otherwise virgin butt hole. After she stopped struggling a bit, I yanked my pecker out of her hole. She turned around red in the face and had her hand lifted as though she might try to slap me. I grabbed her wrist and bent it back. "That's not friendly," I told her. She smiled and tears were dripping down her eyes. "Now just go down on me. No funny stuff. Suck me off, and we'll call it a day. Understand."
She sniffled and stopped crying. She knew I was right, at least in some regard. She went down on my hog and wrapped her tongue around the head of the joint. I kept a good hold on her long nape and rubbed her head in any direction I wanted. All of it was tremendously satisfying because she had her mouth open and was willing, now, at last, to admit that she enjoyed this kind of treatment, needed it. I rubbed her face back and forth along my dick.
"It's so big," she said. "It's so thick." She spoke into my balls and tongued my cock. She made good use of the widest root portion of the shaft. She kissed me up and down my powerhouse sword. She licked off the remains of the hot anal thrusts in her butt. She licked up and swallowed all the excess juice and what not that was there. She swallowed up the head and licked with her long narrow tongue. She was one hell of a sexy redhead when she wasn't talking like a mother-fucker.
"Jesus," she said, as I loosened my grip on her neck. "I've never been so fucking hot before." She went on her own to enjoy the rest of my pecker. She sucked on the head especially and used her two hands to grip the base. Soon enough, I knew, I would be ejaculating in her mouth. She knew it too, could feel the twitching. She rubbed and jerked, and soon she was milking the come out of my phallus. "Mm-mmm," she hummed, her first gentle and wonderful emotion, "I like that." The come sprayed away in her face. Some of it went down her throat. She swallowed hard and lipped the head of my meat to get as much of the remainer of my jism in her face. She swallowed most of it and then looked up at me as my pecker began to fold up, accordion style. "Was I good?" she wanted to know. "Was I good enough?"
"You were terrific, red. Absolutely terrific." We were friends now, and it didn't matter if she was a terrible blow-job or the worst in the world or the best suck ever. The important thing was to build her confidence. And my gentleness, at the end, paid off. She went around my joint and licked it clean. She spread her tongue out and made sure that all of my hog was wet and slippery, shiny and ready for whatever came next. "There," she said, sitting back and admiring her work, "that's a nice clean penis."
"Yup," I said, looking at her lovely skinny legs crossed around her pussy. "And that there is a lovely, juicing twat."
"Yes," she said. "This worked out pretty well after all."
I smiled and told her that I thought so too.
VIII
I dropped the redhead off at her car. She knew how to take the distributor cap out of the engine, so I figured she knew how to put it back, too. I never even bothered with her name.
I don't know why, but I didn't want to be back in L.A. just yet. It had been a long morning, already. I parked the van on the Northern boundary of Malibu and locked up. Down at the beach I made myself comfortable in the sun. It was another exceptional day, and I wanted to soak in as much of it as possible. I was sexually satisfied, so I didn't have to waste any time going after babes. I just lay there in the sun wondering how I could be so poor and so happy at the same time. I figured a lot of it had to do with my string of good luck with the ladies. Of course, ever since I fixed up the back of my van I've been having that kind of luck.
Anyhow, sometime around four I'd sucked up enough sun to last for a couple of days. I climbed up off the beach and headed for Santa Monica. I ended up in the rush hour traffic, but that didn't bother me. I had no place to be and all the time in the world to get there. I made my way slowly but surely, almost without even thinking about it, to Jane Sonora's house.
She was surprised to see me. She opened the door and said in a whisper, "Wow! Am I ever glad to see you! I forgot to pay you the other night. Remember?"
"Shit yes," I said, but she raised her finger to her lips. "Mom and Pop." She pointed in front of her chest to the living room.
"Oh, yeah," I whispered. "Sorry." I paused for a moment and saw that Jane had something nice to tell me with her eyes. She smiled and said: "Wait here." She came back a minute later wearing a loose parka and white levies. Her butt was worth all the dope I ever dealt. She swung the door shut and took my arm. "Let's go some place nice in your van, eh?"
"Sure," I said. "Why not?" We drove South, down to Manhattan where some of my friends live. Jane was all excited about seeing me. It made coming back to L.A. worthwhile. She was stroking my legs and chattering away a mile a minute. By the time we got to Manhattan I had a hard-on the size of a baseball bat. "Baby," I said, "we got to cool it a bit, just until we get unpacked here, eh?"
"Ah, gee, Charley," she said, "I was just having a little fun."
"Me, too," I said. "But hold on for a few minutes while I take care of business here, eh?" She agreed and followed me silently up the steps to my buddy's place. We took care of the dealing right off. He laid a pound of good shit on me without my having to put any money up front. Jane was impressed with that. Then he told me that I could do him a favor. He needed someone to stick around the house for about an hour in case there were any phone calls. I said sure and he left me alone with Jane to guard the dope and the phone.
We found some coke, exactly where my buddy told me it would be, and did a line or two. We get tight pretty fast. It wasn't the first time for Jane, but it was close. She enjoyed herself and just when we were getting into pulling her parka off there was someone knocking at the front door. "Don't answer," said Jane, but then that would have meant not doing what we were there for. I opened the peephole in the door. It was a long slick blonde with big titties. Maybe it was a friend of my buddy's and maybe not. But I let her in anyhow and she said her name was Tish. She had big titties and must have been about five-eleven. I don't usually go for girls that tall, but Tish had something special. All six feet of her was properly arranged. She explained herself by saying that she just hung around and sometimes she got together with Ralph (my dealer friend's nickname-no sense in getting him in trouble) and sometimes she got together with other people. When she saw how obviously loaded Jane and I were, Tish said she wanted some dope too. I told her we were just about to get into something heavy and that if she wanted to snort she'd have to go along with all of it.
She smiled and said: "I wouldn't want it any other way."
So I set all three of us up with a couple lines of powder. It was good shit and five minutes later the two girls and I were laying around nude smoking a joint just to keep things mellow. Tish had gorgeous big tits that I could hardly keep my eyes off of. They were even bigger than Jane's big mammaries. Later Tish told us-she confessed-that she'd had sand put in them, some sort of silicon job. But that didn't make those boobies any the less appealing to me. I wanted to rub my face between them, and then my cock.
Jane started things off. "What do you say, Charley, we get going with what you promised me." She eyeballed my cock. Then, with a quick little glance over at Tish, she started into my crotch. We were all laying around on this foam shit that Ralph keeps around the house. So it was awfully easy, what with the high and the padding and the girls, for me to just lay back and enjoy every minute of it.
Jane said, as she stroked my loins, "I'm going to give you a suck that you'll never forget. I'm going to eat you into orgasm, Charley. like you never had it before." The drugs and a little bit of her jealousy for Tish made Jane pretty outspoken. She came down on my rod with both of her titties rubbing on my thighs. I just lay back and let her go hog wild. She sucked my prick up between her smooth lips and used her tongue to wet down just about all of me. Pretty soon she had her hands rubbing under my ass and that was fine, too. She used her fingers to play around in my ass crack while her mouth massaged especially the head of my joint. I couldn't have asked for more. "Mmmmmm," she hummed, pulling her mouth off my dick, "want to try some?"
I had my eyes closed, but I knew she was talking to Tish. Tish must have put her reefer down because the next thing I knew there was a shuffle between my legs and a new mouth came down on my cock. It was long and fresh, a big wet oral tube. It had to be Tish because only a woman with such large features could possibly get such a fine suck going on my joint in one quick move. Her lips wrapped around my hog and just kept sliding downward. I looked up and saw my pecker disappear into her face. It was getting buried in mouth flesh. A bulge protruded from Tish's cheek. It had to be the head of my prick, rubbing and sliding against the inside of her face. "Nice," I said. "Really terrific suck action, baby."
She pulled her mouth off my hog. "Ralph's snow goes a long way."
"A long hot way," I said. She rubbed her cheek against my member. The wet saliva from the two women's preliminary sucking was a superb lubricant and made the face rub as nice as the header. She slid her hands under my ass and kneaded the flesh of my buttocks. One finger drifted and landed in my shit tube, just on the entrance. She knew just how to make my ass-hole feel right. I rolled my buttocks and she pulled my pecker, with her tongue, into place in her mouth.
Jane came around and said: "I'm gonna get me some of this man's tongue before he's all shot up." She smiled and sat down over my face. She had those long smooth thighs spread out just right. By the time she finished squatting, her silky wet beaver was dripping directly into my face. I reached my tongue up between her smooth labial lips. They fell apart and I took on her erect clit muscle. "Oooh, God, yes," she moaned, enjoying the eat out for her twat. "Shit me around." she slid forward and I had access to her ass-hole. "Go on," she said. "Ream me a little. Please, Charley?"
She rubbed her butt so close to my mouth that I had little or no choice. If I said no, my tongue would have been speaking in her butt hole. But I didn't mind, anyhow, so I went actively about the job of reaming her anus. I slid my tongue up into her tight little sphincter button. I cupped it with my tongue, hooked it and pulled, and that sent her wailing, "Oooh, yes, I love it. Please! Rub harder." I jammed the way she wanted it, drilled her shit hole as hard and as long as I could. I didn't even stop to breathe. I reached up between her smooth thighs and pulled her down even tighter on my face. "Uuuuuhh," she grunted, "good."
Meanwhile, Tish was working her mouth around and around on my hog. She was grinding her tongue across the head of my rod. She had the Spongy mushroom tip so hot and so well-rubbed that it felt like I was inside a hot slippery twat. She continued using her hands, too, to rub my butt, to play with my balls, to make sure that no portion of my lusty groin went unstimulated. "Mmmmmm," I hummed up into Jane's ass-hole, "tell Tish she's doing a super good suck down there."
Tish heard me and said: "Tell Mr. Charley, whoever he is, that he's got the best joint in town."
I knew this was exaggeration, but I didn't mind hearing it anyhow. "Good fucking God," I grunted as she continued to lick my cock off. "Shit, that's nice." I rubbed my tongue up into Jane Sonora's butt crack. I was enjoying the lick in her fanny almost as much as she was enjoying having it done. She rubbed her buttocks from side to side on my face. Pretty soon I felt the coke wearing off and told the girls to hold everything.
I got up and managed, hard-on and all, to spread out another four or five lines of snortable shit. We rolled up another dollar bill-someone had lost the other one-and sucked up a line or two each. It was dull, numb nose time, but high all over time, too. I was loaded, and followed out my every perfect impulse. Tish was sprawled out in front of me and I spread her legs even more. I managed to get on my side, somehow, and worked my tongue up along her super smooth, super long legs. I landed my mouth muscle in her wet beaver pie and filled that smooth orifice with all of my tongue. "Mmmmm," she hummed, "what a nice surprise." She lifted her leg and laid it down on top of my face. If I were to sophicate, it would be between two gorgeous hot juicy wet loins.
Jane came flying down on my cock. She was so stoned that she didn't know what the hell she was doing. She took some of the coke that was left over and rubbed it onto my dick. She pressed her tongue around on the spongy head and massaged the drug into the skin. Pretty soon I was so numb in my joint that I couldn't feel a damn thing. But I was harder than ever. Jane was going wild rubbing the meat against her face and between her lips. Some of the time I wondered if she had any idea what she'd done. Because of the anesthetic qualities of the drug, I'd probably stay hard for five hours like that. "Shit," I said, "this is terrific." Of course the only one who heard me was the inside of Tish's hot twat box. She was rolling and rocking around on my face like a professional lady wrestler.
"I'm gonna get me some of that meat, Charley, if it kills you." I heard Jane say this but I had no idea what she had in mind. Suddenly, I was being turned over. I couldn't see what was happening because Tish had her cunt firmly placed over my mouth. She was rubbing her clitoris into my lips and I was giving her all the eating I possibly could. She ended up sitting on my face, and I still couldn't see a thing.
"Ahhhhhh," cried Jane Sonora, sliding her pelvis and her hole down across my rod. The feel was unmistakable. She'd arranged herself up above me and was sitting down on my joint. Once she had her position in order, she leaned down, like a jockey riding a horse, and pushed her lips around my neck. My face she couldn't get to because Tish was sitting on it. I just kept eating out Tish's fine long interior flesh cave. I gave her a good long licking while Jane frolicked as she would on my cock.
"Fucking a," moaned Tish, "I'm gonna drown this man in come." And sure enough she gathered her loins pretty tightly together and started gushing in my face. I kept a good hold on her clitoris with my lips and enjoyed the steady rocking-on my face and on my joint. "OoooK, fuck," cried Tish, "that's really great." I didn't know what she was talking about at first because I was licking her more or less the same way as I had been all along. Then I heard Jane say: "You do me, too."
I understood immediately, but had to get a look-see just to be sure. I wobbled down a little, still keeping my tongue going in Tish's cunt, and caught a good look at the two women. They were playing with each other's titties while they rocked their bottoms on various parts of my body. Jane had a pretty good hold on Tish's luscious breasts, and Tish, for her part, was rubbing and tweaking Jane's nipples. "Nice," I said. "Having fun?"
The two girls looked down at me and smiled. "You bet," said Tish.' "You?"
"Oh, yeah," I said up to her from between her legs. She was still squatting on my mouth. I felt my cock begin to explode in Jane's twat. No matter how numb the head might have been from the coke, it was still orgasm time. I flooded Jane's pussy with hot orgasmic juice. The come spilled upwards inside her body. "Oooooh, fuck!" she cried out. "I can't believe it's so fucking good." She was wailing on my flesh-prong, enjoying herself immensely. "Fucking-a," she cried. "Look at that jism."
Tish looked down at the cite of penetration. I knew she could see my rod wialing up inside young Jane's smooth lips. She could see the juicy come drip down and around my hog. "What a waste," she said. "We should be sucking that stuff up."
"Be my guest," said Jane, who now slid off my hog to rest for a minute. Tish leaned down. I was finished firing off, but there was plenty of licking that could still be done. And Tish was only too happy to get herself some of that. She ran her tongue around the head of my joint. For some reason I was hard as stone. If I had to, I could have fucked cement right then. So Tish's tongue was like whip cream. She went slurping and gouging herself with my fuck stick. She rolled her tongue around the heart-shaped mushroom head. She kept her cunt juicing in my face as she did this.
"Baby," I moaned into her open, long flesh cylinder, "you have a perfect pussy."
She sloshed back and forth across my face. She rubbed her legs against my cheeks. Then she concentrated on giving my joint a terrific rub. She had her face cheeks up against the side of the rock-hard rod, and she was using her tongue to play with my balls. She came up along the underside of the prick and went sailing up to the head. She circled the top of the joint with that long wet muscle and finally she landed the entire spongy prick cap inside her mouth. When she'd finished wetting everything down again, she then rubbed her tongue along the topside of the hefty joint. She used her hands to rub the stem into place whenever she needed some other portion of the hog for her tongue. She was a dynamite suck, gave great head, and her pussy was about as long and as slippery as any I ever came across. "Mmmmm," she hummed for a breather, "I love this thick meat of yours, Charley."
She slid her hands under my buttocks and told me that if I turned over she'd be happy to give me a little ass-hole ream. I wasn't sure I knew up from down anymore, and attempted to give her my backside. She helped me around and went down on my ass-hole. She licked the groove first, saying "Oh, yeah, this is gonna be a ream out you'll never forget." And she leaned down and pressed her titties along my spine and hung her head out over the space between the backs of my legs. With her hands positioned like tongs, she pulled my buttocks open and with the crack spread in that manner, slid her tongue along the bottom of my butt canal. She sloshed around wetting down everything in her oral path, and landed her long tongue at the entrance to my shithole. She thought nothing of stuffing the entire bunghole cave with as much tongue meat, and more, as would fit. She pulled on the sphincter with the tip of her tongue, and she made sure to give the kind of a licking that could be easily enjoyed. "Baby," I said, "that's the way to do it up right. I mean that is what I call a terrific ass-hole ream."
"Mmmmm," she merely hummed back to me, "you deserve the best. You got a good hot cock and plenty of it, so I may as well give you something back in return, eh?"
I couldn't very well disagree with her there. I let her finish licking out my butt and then I turned over. "It seems to me I got another load to get rid of if either of you two female drug addicts want a shot at it."
"Want a shot at it?! " exclaimed Tish. "I want all of it." She pounced her mouth around my joint and milked the jism up out of the stem. I couldn't even feel myself twitch. I don't know if it was the great dope or the great suck, but I came and felt terrific without even knowing it. Maybe I even passed out.
But the next thing I knew it was morning and Ralph was hollering, "Who the fuck snorted a gram and a half of my shit?" I was clear-headed but I sure as hell pretended otherwise.
IX
I don't know how she did it, but Jane managed to convince Ralph that Tish, who was not there when we woke up, was responsible for most of the consumption of the coke. I didn't go along with the story, but I didn't deny it either. Ralph didn't really give a shit, he was jealous that he's missed out on the good time. He had plenty of dope anyhow.
The next thing I knew, in fact, he was offering us more. Then I realized why. Jane and I were still sitting around in the nude, and maybe Ralph thought that if he changed his tune he might get himself a lick or two on Jane Sonora's smooth titties. That wasn't my idea of friendship, not that I gave a crap what Jane did when I wasn't around, but if she was going to travel with me in my van, she would have to just stick to sucking me off. But she knew I felt that way and even though her long, smooth body was naked during all the snorting we did that morning, she managed to keep Ralph happy without giving him so much as a taste of her foot. By the time we left it was noon and we were plenty high.
"Fuuuuuck," I said, steering the van around the steep hills of Manhattan Beach, "are you as fucking loaded as I am?"
"You know it, man," said Jane, slouching in the corner. "Can't we pull over someplace and get it off?"
"You never get enough, eh?"
"Never," she said with a smile.
Five minutes later we were parked, God only knows where, and I'd locked us in. It might have been the middle of the day and there might have been a shit load of traffic buzzing around outside taking care of business, but Jan and I were at it again, eating each other into ecstasy in the back of my van. I had her sprawled out on the floor and my face was between her legs with my cock up around her face. I was so stoned that I could have eaten her for a year.
"Shit, that's nice," she said when I licked her clitoris with my long wet mouth muscle. I gave her thing a good long swabbing. I picked it up with my lips and pulled on it. I swabbed my tongue across the hefty little piece of sex flesh. She started shaking and wobbling her hips in my face. Her skin was smooth and fresh, even though she'd only been awake for a few hours. She'd used Ralph's shower, and someone's douche bag, and she was clean and fresh as a daisy. The ooze poured out of her sweet wet twat. "Baby," I told her, "you have one of the nicest bushes I ever had the pleasure to lick."
"And your cock," she said, "is not so bad, you know." She was using her tongue to kill my nuts and lick my dick. She wrapped her long mouth organ around the base of my fuck-stick. I wasn't super hard yet, but I was well on my way. Pretty soon she started using her infamous stroking action. She would go all the way up my joint in one long sweeping lick, and then she would go all the way down, on the other side, with one long sweeping lick. It was pure ecstasy and I told her so: "That's terrific," I said. "Just keep that up and I'll let you have my big stiff meat for a year."
"You like that eh?" she said, chills crawling up her spine. "I can tell."
" Yeah," I said, licking her twat and sucking especially on the handsome lips surrounding the entrance. "And I like this pussy of yours even better." I started to lick just the bush. I figured it might be a refreshing wet change for her to get a little action on the outside of her pussy. I rubbed my mouth muscle, and broadest portion of it, up and down along the silky beaver. I made sure to keep the stray hairs out of my mouth, and once I was sure that everything loose had been licked away, I went in for what I call the lollypop lick. I swabbed her mound again and again, brushed it with my wet tongue, enjoying the taste and texture of her young beaver. "Mmmmmm," I hummed, feeling the fresh supply of ooze begin to flow. My magic carpet mouth muscle was getting young Jane going pretty well.
"Oooh, God, yes," she moaned. "Keep rubbing like that. Apparently I was doing something just about perfect. Maybe by licking her from the outside I was giving her clitoris a good feel, too. But I didn't bother to question that anymore. I just kept rubbing my tongue in her mound. Soon the lips opened of their own accord. I slid my tongue deep into the interior of her sweet honey pot. The juice was simmering inside that sweet box. I planted my tongue way inside and drilled hard. I held onto her smooth hips as she began to rock and frolic on my face. Her legs spread and reached up, loins first, to grab my face and pull. She used her cunt hole to get me going. I loved the way she moved.
"Honey," I told her, "I could come just from licking this thing of yours. You realize that? I could have an orgasm just from licking this pie you got here."
"Me, too," she said mysteriously. "Good," I said, feeling her long tongue swabbing my pecker. She was using her long strokes again, going from end to end across my stiff phallus with the fat part of her mouth organ. She had a good hold on my joint, too, between both hands holding it like a golf club or a baseball bat. She rubbed up and down and used her tongue to caress the top surface of that meaty pecker. Soon my rod was so stimulated that I felt like exploding. I told her to slow down a bit, or I'd have to bang her face with a flood of jism. She worked her way down a little bit, and managed to get her tittles flopping around my cock. It was a less thrilling feel, but a good one, nonetheless. She wrapped her breasts up around the fuck-stick and rubbed her chest back and forth. "I got to get something for my mouth," she said finally, in some kind of exasperation. "Let me eat out your ass-hole."
I rolled over, off of her, and got up on my hands and knees. Then She slipped her head under my nuts. I braced myself with a good grip on the spare tire on the side wall of the van. I slowly eased my butt back onto her face. My ass cheeks spread out around on her face cheeks. Her tongue slid up onto my ass-hole and I knew she had what she wanted. She drilled upwards with that slippery young tongue of hers. But there was a problem with this position, and that was that I had no good angle or view on her fine young cunt and titties. "Hold on a second," I said, lifting my butt off her mouth. "I got to get a better angle here." I turned around and sat down facing her. Now I could reach down and grab her titties when I wanted to. She reached up around my thighs and pulled me down on her mouth. My ass-hole was in her face now. "There you go," she said, talking to my bunghole. "Just right."
The next thing I knew she was drilling upwards into my shit tube. She toured the inside of my anus, searching around through the sphincter muscle, helping herself with her tongue to the inside of my shit cavity. "Baby," I told her, "now you got me going just right." I leaned forward and rubbed her breasts with my palms. I gave a long rub to her nipples. Soon I concentrated on the base of her tits. I rubbed the creamy soft flesh. I worked my fingers into her chest. She was all hot and feverish. Her luscious skin had fresh chills. And she began to perspire. I reached my fingers into her armpits. "Mmmmmm," she hummed, seeming to like the feel of her sockets filled with bony digits.
She pushed her chest up into my arms. I removed my hands from her arm pits and grazed her nipples. My fingers stroked lightly on her titties. Her smooth flesh was alive and tender. Soon she was licking me even more vigorously in my ass-hole. "Baby," I said, "that's just the way. That's exactly right!
She used her tongue to swab the entire length of my ass crack. Somehow, she managed to give my entire butt a proper lick. She spread out her tongue. The muscle traveled up and down the cheeks. Nothing stopped her, not even the smooth coating of hair. She licked and kissed every part of my rump. Then she asked: "O.k., now let me use your cock again."
I spread myself out on the cabin floor and gave her my penis. She approached from the side. I diddled with her titties while she sucked on my mushroom head. She circled the entire hog-tip with her smooth, slippery lips. Her bobbing head traveled up and down the length of my joint. Before I knew it, she was kissing my balls. She worked her way down between my legs and tongued, with long wet strokes, my loins. Soon enough she returned to working on my prick, especially the shaft. She wet down everything with her splayed tongue.
"Nice," I said, when she stopped for a breather. "Very, very nice."
"Reminds me of the time," cooed Jane, "when I first sucked this kid off. It was my first time and his, too. Somehow it lasted forever. He had a big powerful joint, not as big as yours, of course, but fat, you know? I licked it for an hour before either of us said anything. It was really something else, you know? I loved sucking that prick. It's what got me started with oral sex."
"Let me see if I can remember what got me going? I think it was a really fine twat. This girl had been fucking me for a year or two." I stopped to think back. "Yeah, for a year or a little more, and I had never eaten anybody out. Who had time? We were young and all. Anyhow, I rubbed my tongue into her pussy. I knew that was it. From then on it would be oral sex every time. I love fucking, but sucking and getting blown is probably the best."
"Yeah, I know what you mean." She looked at my glistening cock. It was covered with her shiny wet saliva. "Your pecker is so big. Big enough to chew on." She smiled and leaned down. She rubbed her teeth, softly, across the length of my rod. It was just a tease. She licked a long stroke into the flesh, just to let me know how much she loved my cock. She rubbed it with her lips. She nibbled with her soft moist lips pressed here and there along the thickening shaft. I thought I was as hard and long as possible until Jane began rubbing again. She worked the tongue around and around my shaft. I didn't have to hold her by the head. She worked her face and her mouth muscles into my joint with no direction from me. She was in love with my prick. "Mmmmmm," she hummed. "Did any one ever give you a hum-job?"
"Sure," I said. "Lots of times. But don't let that stop you."
She started singing with my penis in her mouth. She hummed on it. Tiny vibrations shook my boner. The vibrations crawled down through my crotch into my nuts. I could feel shaking and rattling in my balls. The vibrations continued as this luscious teenager sucked and hummed and sang on my powerhouse rod. "Baby," I said, "that's the kind of suck! That's first class!"
She looked up with her eyes and smiled. Because I was having such a good time, she didn't stop her hum-job. I didn't recognize the tune, but I sure enjoyed the feel. It was one long gentle massage. Add to the vibrations the feel of her long wet mouth muscle and you get an idea of how nice a thing it is for a young, pretty girl to sing to you through your penis. I loved it. "Honey," I told her, "that's delicious."
She took my joint out of her face and held it against her cheek. She rubbed the sensitive head along her smooth skin. It was another slippery slide for my thick stem and hot nuts. She used her free hand to cup my nut nest and roll my balls. Her fingers were little octopus tentacles that grabbed and rubbed me toward ecstasy. Pretty soon, I knew, I would have to shoot off in her face. That didn't bother me because I knew she'd suck me off again and again, and all day long if I wanted it. So I told her, "Jane, I'm getting ready to come. You better prepare yourself for a whopper."
She smiled and said : "I wouldn't expect anything else." She wrapped her hands around the base of my wet, thick pecker. She pulled on the meaty bone. She used her lips to cover the mushroom head. She slid her mouth on and off the hot tip as fast as possible. She was giving me that final wet slide. "Mm-mm," she hummed. She let go of my rod and reached under, between my legs, around to my butt cheeks. She cupped her hand on the solid ass loaves. She rubbed and massaged my butt, slippery from her ass-hole licking, with her smooth, delicate hand. At the same time she kept her tongue and her lips sliding on and off my joint. Her healthy suck was getting to me, and in another minute or two I would surely be ejaculating. "O.k., baby," I warned her, "you better get ready."
Jane tightened her grip. I slid in and out of her face. It turned from sucking to banging. I rolled my long stiff member in and out of her face. I grabbed her by the sides of the head, half on her face, half in her silky hair. I pulled her mouth on and off my fat, stiff penis. She had her mouth full of cock. Then she was emptied of it. Then she was full of it again. I made that banging, screwing motion in her mouth for several hefty strokes. I felt the sperm juice boiling in my hot nut nest. Soon it would be all over. I'd have stroked my jism into her face. I gave her another quick shot that went deep in her throat. She nearly gagged, but I pulled out of her face and rested my dick at the entrance to her face, between her lips. Then I started squirting. I pulled her head all the way onto my joint. Her oral tube took as much of the pecker as possible. She licked and sucked. The jism went flying into the back of her face. She swallowed it all, pulse by pulse, drop by drop. Each squirt was bigger than the one before it. The jism streamed down her swallowing neck. "Uuuuuhhh," she grunted when I'd finished coming, "that was nice."
I lay back on the floor of the van in a daze. The dope and the tremendous ecstasy of her sweet lips had made for a perfect suck. "Ahhhh, babe," I said, "you did that just right."
"I didn't think I had that much to do with it," said Jane coyly. "I mean the way you grabbed me, it felt good, but I didn't know what to make of it."
"It was nice," I said simply.
She took my joint in her hands again and said: "Do you want me to lick you off?"
"Do you want to lick me off?" I asked back without looking up.
"If you like it," she said, leaning down.
"I like everything you do, kid. Everything." She needed encouragement every now and then. But once she got it, she gave terrific head. She leaned into my prick and rubbed her lips across that shaft. She kissed away the excess saliva. She licked the sticky goo, and swallowed it down her face. She took care to make sure that every inch of my meat was clean and shiny. My cock was sparkling when she finished. "O.k., " I said, sitting up, "that's good."
She leaned back and I swooped up and then down on her. I started licking her titties. "So soon?" she said.
"Did you come?" I asked simply. "No, but-"
"Do you want to?" I asked. "Yes, but-"
"But nothing, Jane." I licked her big tanned mammaries. I rubbed my tongue across the lovely nipples. I rubbed my lips into her sweet cherry tips. My tongue swabbed across the long smooth curves of skin. Her sculptured titties blushed with every new tongue stroke. I pressed my mouth organ into her soft flesh. The chills drew her flesh up tight. Every stroke from my mouth muscle was a taste of her candy ass flesh. It was pretty, and young skin that I loved eating and sucking and licking. I covered her chest with long wet strokes from my hungry mouth muscle. "Mmmmmm," she hummed, laying back to enjoy every stroke of it. "I love it."
I worked my way down to her belly. There the flesh was soft and smooth, and there was no fat anywhere between her loins. She lifted her ass so that the perfect angle put her pussy in my mouth. "Nice,"
I said, as I entered her pussy with my tongue wagging between the lovely lips surrounding her vagina. "Very, very nice." I rubbed my tongue up inside her twat. She was slick and smooth, as slippery and wet as could be, and everything about her was wet and ready for my tongue. Especially her clitoris. I held it up between by lips. She responded vigorously. She shook her hips and waved her pussy up and down. She was getting hotter and wetter. From her smooth hairy notch flowed a steady supply of ooze. It was liquid easy juice. My tongue lapped it up and spread it across her luscious, silky beaver. She was dying for more stimulation to her clitoris. "Come on," she moaned, "Pump my clit. Give it to me hard and long. I love that stuff. Give my clit a rubbing, eh?"
"Sure baby, sure," I said softly into her open vagina. I toured her crotch space. The sap floated down along my tongue. I reached in and yanked on her clit-cock. It was a long, sloppy kiss that I was only too happy to supply. Her sweet labial lips seemed hungry for more of my tongue. I did everything I could to get that pulsing interior jamming. Soon enough she began to come. I reached up and grabbed her soft mounds of breast tissue. I stroked her nipples and tweaked them while she came in my face. She rubbed her cunt up and down along my tongue. There was to be no stopping her climax. She started moaning at me: "Fuck me with your tongue. Fuck me harder! Don't fucking stop now. Rub harder!"
I licked her the way she wanted it, harder, on her clit. I pulled the thing up with my spread lips. I tugged and wiped her off with my tongue. Her slippery ooze continued to spill out on my face. I used my tongue like a cock and rubbed between her sweet moist lips. She rolled her hips while I held onto her breasts. The nipples were worthy of lots of actions from my fingers which were rubbing her there. I felt the soft mounds of hefty breast roll under my palms. She pushed her chest upwards and arched her back so that her belly was as smooth as any architectural masterpiece archway. Iran my fingers lightly down that swooping, smooth surface. Her belly was soft and tender and every stroke to it resulted in chills. I continued to eat Jane Sonora through climax. Pretty soon her soft loins unfolded from their clamped position around my face. Her twat leaked steadily, but the orgasm was over.
"Oooooh, shit," she creamed at me, "that was fucking fantastic."
She smiled at me and came over and lay down in my arms. She continued to shake a little with orgasmic quakes. She was still pretty hot, even as I made her get dressed a few minutes later. I hated to see her put those smooth titties behind wraps, to cover up that luscious oozing hole, but we were both pretty loaded and I didn't see any reason to tempt the pigs by having them spot a lovely teenager with bare titties as I drove back toward Santa Monica.
I still don't know exactly where it was we were parked for that terrific suck.
X
I don't know about you, but every now and then I get a hankering for an older woman. Not necessarily old, but experienced. Sometimes I want a woman who knows the ropes. Maybe, even, she's been around a little too much for her own good. But somehow, the way I occasionally enjoy a a good wine, I'll go in for a woman in her late thirties.
Anyhow, a couple of days after Manhattan, I had my chance. I'd been over to the studio-not mine, but the company I work for-and a neat, dark-haired, attractive model came tooling out of the stage area. She caught my eye right off. She wore dark stockings and a short skirt. She had a snag in one of her nylons and that's why I noticed her. She'd stopped to pull up the seam on the thing and that's when she leaned over. She stooped and I felt like conquering. Her ass was well rounded and smooth. I wanted to run my hands along those smooth buttocks, get myself a quick feel of her long fleshy legs.
"Hey," I said, when she came up muttering under her breath about the stockings, "don't I know you?" I picked up my gear and smiled as I approached her.
"I don't think so," she said. That's when I realized she was probably about fifteen years older than I am. Anyhow, she had a pretty face and her make up was put on just right. She had dark eyes that went with her lovely brown hair. She was plain looking at first, but the longer I stared at her the prettier she became. Her full bustline pushed out at the hem of her silky blouse. It must have been something she was wearing on stage because it didn't quite suit her. She smiled at me, even though she knew my line about knowing her was a crock of shit.
"I'm sure that I'd like to know you," I said simply.
She smiled and started walking out. We both bid farewell to the secretary and made our way out of the studio office onto the street. We were headed in opposite directions, from the tack she was taking, but I decided to risk a few steps in the interests of a possible make. "Listen," I said coming up alongside her, "I've got my van parked over here. Can I give you a lift someplace."
She smiled mysteriously again.
"My name's Charley," I added. "I'm a photographer."
"Hi ya, Charley. My name's Laurie. I get my pictures taken occasionally."
"Maybe that's where I know you from," I said softly.
"Maybe," she said. She sat down at the bus stop.
"This is ridiculous," I said. "Here you are waiting for a bus and I've got my van over there."
"I'll tell you what," she said, crossing her long smooth legs and smiling again, "if you get here before the bus..." I raced back to the van and before she could have said lickety-split, I was screeching to a stop in front of her very eyes. She reached up and opened the door. "That you, Charley?" She stepped in and shut the door behind her. "Where to?" I asked. She smiled and said nothing.
I drove down to the beach. Laurie told me her story. She'd been a young star struck kid who came to Hollywood looking to become a success. She made her way part of the climb up the ladder, but then fell ill with a kind of strange ailment. She was putting on weight and the doctors couldn't figure out why. By the time the illness was over, five or six years later, no one had ever heard of Laurie Pepper, and her career as a starlet was a shambles. She'd looked for work here and there and settled for an occasional gig as a model. And that was where she was at when I pulled up to one of my favorite camp spots just north of Santa Monica.
"Life is too fucking much," I said. "You smoke pot?"
"Sure," she said softly. "But here?"
I pulled the drapes and sealed the van. My boudoir was ready to go. We climbed into the back of the van and pulled the curtain. She made herself comfortable in the plush fuck carpeting and I pulled out a couple of pillows from under the front seats. "You think of everything," said Laurie Pepper. "Pillows, dope, what about music?"
I switched on the FM. "There you have it," I said.
"Not quite," she said, shuffling her body close to mine. She ran one light finger along my thigh and stopped in my crotch. "Some things aren't always so obvious," she said. She casually began undoing my belt. I let her go and gently caressed her shoulder with a light finger. She had my buckle undone and her long, experienced fingers ran along under my trousers. She came up against my cotton briefs and the bulge in them. "You don't mind if I help myself, do you?" she asked with a knowing smile. She didn't wait for me to answer and sat up and undid my pants all together. I helped by sitting up and letting my trousers and underwear slide off my butt and down around my knees.
"I like the way you do that," I told her. She only smiled and began to play with my cock. She ran her fingers along the shaft and said: "You're well endowed for a young man." She leaned into my crotch. Her lips spread and sucked up the head of my firming joint. She had a soft touch that was exaggerated instantly into a long kiss around the smooth rim of my mushroom crown. She shook my nuts with her hands, but softly, and then tongued the entire length of my shaft. "Do you still like the way I do that? " she asked in a whisper.
I could barely hear her. I ran my fingers through her hair. She spoke softly. "I like young men like you; Charley. I like it a lot to be loved by a young man. It makes me feel better." She caressed my dick with her long, sweet wet tongue. She planted her mouth muscle in my pubic hair. She licked between my loins and made sure that any part of me that counted was wet. She rubbed her cheek into my groin and used her hands to search around between my buttocks, under my legs and on my ass. "I like to feel you like this," she told me. "I like to watch you get hard."
Indeed, I was getting awfully hard, awfully fast. I watched her work. Her smooth hands and wet tongue rubbed in my balls and dick and around my ass. Soon I was as stiff as a rock. My fuck-stick stuck out like a coat rack. She hung her lips on my flesh prong and rubbed. "I have to touch you back," I said.
"I was hoping you would," she smiled at me. She reached up under my shirt and rubbed my chest.
I worked my hands across her blouse. She pulled back and sat up on her knees. She undid her blouse, button by button. She wore a bra, and I helped her off with the shirt. Then she turned around and showed me her smooth dark back. I rubbed lightly across her shoulders and caressed her smooth skin. I undid the bra buckle and before I could do anything she took my hands. She pressed my open palms against what could do only be her large, soft mammaries. My hands were under her arms and on her chest. She rubbed my palms across her nipples. I leaned against her back, my cock riding up along her spine, and kissed her on the nape of the neck. She panted softly as her fervor developed slowly but surely into a lusty high.
"I want you to lick my titties, Charley. Will you do that for me?" She turned around and showed me her beautiful chest. It was slick, smooth, tanned and the nipples were at attention, like little tin soldiers. They were pink and marching for action. I rubbed them with my palms downward on the caps. I squeezed and kneaded the flesh. "I'd love to suck your titties," I told her. "I'll lick them for twenty four hours in a row if you want me to." I was serious, too.
She smiled and when I leaned my face between those two dark titties a big blush started up in Laurie's chest. It didn't stop either, not until much, much later. I rubbed the tit on my left with my tongue. I used a long steady stroke that began at her nipple and finished off on the base of her large breast. I repeated this action again and again, always sure to land my wet tongue on her chest. I would begin with the nipple and swab downward around her sculpted contour of her melon-shaped titty. "Mmmmm," she hummed softly, holding my head between her soft hands. "That's just the way I like to be licked. You lick my titties just right."
I worked on the other breast. I attacked it in the same style, but from the base up to the nipple. Laurie stretched out, still wearing her skirt and nylons, and I licked her right titty. After a few long wet strokes from my casual tongue, I concentrated just on the nipple. I sucked it up between my lips. The rubbery tip was at attention. I rolled it with my tongue, between my lips, massaged this luscious, dark nipple and silver-dollar-sized cap. She had jumbo breasts that I could have spent a lifetime sucking.
"God," she sighed, "it's been so long."
This admission of frustration on her part made me hornier than ever. I heard her say softly, "Go down lower." I worked my face around her smooth titties and into her rib cage. I traveled back up to her right arm pit and licked. I sucked on the soft, cleanly shaven tissue there. She complained mildly that it tickled. She took my head in her hands and said: "Go down lower." I followed her guiding hands which led me to her belly. There, on her tender, smooth stomach, I spread kisses and licks. I rubbed my tongue across her warm flesh. She continued to push my head lower on her body.
Soon I reached her hips and the top of her pelvis. I rubbed my hands along the outsides of her skirt and then pulled on the zipper at the side. I opened up her skirt and pulled it down around her legs. She wore panty hose, but no panties. I pulled the stocking outfit down around her knees, and then off altogether. She was nude now.
I rose up and pulled off my own trousers all together and my shirt. We were both naked. In the same, slow, deliberate methodical manner in which I had sucked her titties, I began to work on her pelvis and groin. I rolled her hips between my hands. I pulled her lower body up and down and her legs, perhaps from this sensuous pumping action, perhaps because she'd planned it that way, spread open. Her bush was dark and wet, black hair with glistening drops of dew-like clit juice running here and there in the forest. I leaned down and spread my tongue at the slot below.
"Mmmmmm," moaned Laurie. She grabbed my head again, by the sides of the face and then along the back of my meek and she spread her long, smooth legs wide. She bent her legs at the knees, raised them and pressed her soft loins against my face. She must have been close to forty, from the story she told me, but she was graceful and full bodied the way a woman in her twenties usually is. Her cunt smelled delicious and I was happy to be licking at her labial lips. I rubbed my tongue down the length of her crotch crack. It was opening up of its own accord. She pushed on the back of my head and I went sliding into her open vaginal orifice. My tongue met up head on with her delectable clitoris. It was erect and ready for plenty of stimulation from my mouth muscle. I played the thing, flicked it back and forth, and soon Miss Laurie Pepper was waving her hips up and down, enjoying herself immensely. I continued to lick her twat.
"Oooh, shit," she cried out, "I like the way you do that, Charley. "Makes me so fucking horny! I can't tell you!"
She clamped her long loins on and off my face, as if by doing so she managed herself a good thick feel of something, anything, between her legs. I continued to work diligently on her clitoris. As soon as the thing began to twitch on its own, I rubbed it with my lips and tongue. "Shit," she cried again, "that's it. You have me going now, honey. That's just right. Rub hard." My tongue worked automatically at her svelte clit muscle. I licked and rubbed and sucked up just about everything that was there to eat. I liked the thick, rubbery lips on this slightly older woman, and noticed the incredible difference between herself and someone like Jane Sonora. The pussy was thicker and the ooze more musky. There were bigger, longer and more undulating muscles inside Laurie's slick hole. I wondered if she could pump better or longer, and I also wondered what kind of head she would give when it came time for my joint to meet up with her tongue for the final sucking. She wailed softly as I continued eating her with such thoughts as these. "Ooooh, Christ," she moaned, fearful to yell too loudly in the still unfamiliar environs of my van. "Fuck me good," she muttered. "Fuck me up with that tongue." Her voice was low and purposefully controlled. She tried to keep her passion to herself, but it was obvious, nonetheless.
"Yeah," I said, trying to encourage her with my own younger, but slightly more liberated tone. "Come on and let loose a bit." She was hot but constrained. I didn't blame her really. How often does a forty year old woman get down on it, or get eaten, in the back of a hippy van? I let her have it, though, massaging her legs and rubbing her buttocks with my hands, eating her erect and passionate clit with all the energy I could.
She appreciated this work on my part. She began to yell louder, to express herself with more vigor. "Come on," she said, "get in there and make me hot.
Get it good. Fuck me. FUCK ME!! " I licked her long and hard. I grabbed the clit between my lips and sucked it up. I pulled on the labial lips and wandered the inside of her long, rolling pussy. "Mmmmm," she cooed, getting ready or close to climax. "Uuuuuuuuhh," she grunted, beginning to writhe. Her smooth fleshy loins rubbed back and forth along my face. I jabbed a finger up her ass-hole and she recoiled on it, setting up a new rhythm in her sweet, flowing pot. "Mmmmmm," I hummed into her cunt, trying to let her know that I liked the new style. "That's perfect." I jammed down hard on her clit and she rubbed back on my finger. It was a double threat, a double passion treat.
"Oh, God, shit!" she groaned at the key moment. She gushed all over my tongue. I kneaded the flesh of her ass and made sure that the crucial moment of her orgasm was filled with pleasure. "Mmmmmm," she sighed as she started down the climb from ecstasy, "that's the nicest it's been in a long, long time."
She came to me with her titties flopping around. She rubbed her breasts up against my face. Her cunt dripped someplace out of reach. But her breasts replaced my lick field. I grabbed for them and reached her nipples which I quickly massaged and rubbed. Her breasts were everywhere at once. I sucked one of them up into my mouth. She patted me on the head and rubbed the nape of my neck. She took to combing my hair, softly, gently, as though I were some sort of child she'd never been privileged to have. "Do you want me to suck you off, darling?" she asked. "Shall I lick your penis for you?" She was addressing me as though I were her son.
I didn't see any harm in letting her continue in this manner. I let her go down on me in that spirit. She landed on my crotch muscle and shoved her mouth down around the head of my meat. Now the tender suck that I'd been waiting for was under way. Her lovely tongue muscle coiled around the head of my joint. She rubbed the rim of the crown as if it were her own pure gold. She licked at me like I was a long lost child, come to her for aid and assistance. In a sense this was quite correct. She rubbed her face along the shaft of my joint and treated my balls with all the tender loving caresses that a tongue could possibly provide. Then she had me turn over. She rubbed her tongue up and down my ass crack. She licked at my ass groove, saying, "Darling, Charley, you have such a sweet fanny. I love the shape of your butt. It's so nice and hairy." Then she licked inside my anal hole and asked me to turn over again a moment later. I did. I showed her my stiff cock. And she grabbed it up like a hungry child would grab up bread. She sucked the head of my meat into a lather. There was saliva everywhere. She rubbed her titties, long, soft breasts, against my young muscular thighs. Her nipples were erect and ripe, and I pulled on them from under her chest. She continued to eat me up like I was candy or ice cream. She worked her tongue down into my nuts. Then she came up and forced me to lay on my back entirely. Until then I'd been sitting with her face in my crotch. But she wanted me down, on my back, so I leaned back and spread my legs. She dropped her smooth tits down along my crotch and kissed my belly. She licked my chest and sucked up my manly nipples.
"Shit," I moaned, "this is gonna be good." She came up and landed a heavy French kiss in my mouth. Her tongue went deep in my face and I kissed her back in a similar fashion. She lay down on my belly and slid her titties back and forth against the slippery wet shaft of my hog. My mushroom pecker rubbed against her smooth, full chest. She slid down further, kissing my smooth belly and then my nuts. Finally, she landed my cock again in her face and held onto it with both hands. She jerked, milked, and squeezed my flesh pole. I was only a few strokes more from orgasm when she landed the head of my meat well within the confines of her smooth mouth and luscious wet tongue. Everything was moist and I began to ejaculate.
"Mmmmm," she cooed as the fresh cream poured down her throat. Wad after sticky wad shot into her neck. She swallowed it all down like there was nothing that could stop her. She released one hand from around my dick and applied it to my nuts, my ass. She rubbed between my legs and continued to suck the come from my balls and through my dick and into her mouth and down her throat. Soon she had a full belly of the stuff and I was empty of semen. The warm chills of orgasm passed up and down my rod, and then it was over.
But Laurie wasn't finished with my cock yet. Not by a long shot. She rubbed her chin and her cheek against it and then began licking me. She used her tongue to wash and lick up everything that was on my joint. She sucked it all up and swallowed it down. She knew exactly how to make sure that the header was good for me. She finished me off in record time, but with one of the best techniques I ever experienced. Her tongue had taken care of everything, and I appreciated this luscious treatment on my joint.
"You know," I said, "I know a few women who could take a lesson or two from someone like you."
"Oh," she said, "like who?" She still fiddled with my joint, played her fingers across it. "You have some young girls who don't give good head? Is that it?"
"I was just kidding," I said.
"I know," she said softly. "But I wasn't. I could get into getting it-on with another woman and you at the same time."
"Really?" I asked.
She nodded and licked her tongue across the head of my pecker for confirmation. "Yes, really."
I smiled. "Stay right where you are." With that I hopped into the front seat (after slipping on my trunks) and drove directly to Jane Sonora's house.
XI
I raced through traffic to get to Jane's house. This was one of my all time fantasies, to have a young girl and a fully mature woman sitting on my body at the same time. It would mean the completion of some sort of dream for me.
And I was in luck, too, at Jane's. Her parents were out for the day, she was playing hooky from school. I had Laurie dress to go inside. It wouldn't do to have her traipse naked over the front lawn of that suburban neighborhood into the Sonora household. We entered casually, so as not to attract attention from interested neighbors.
I made the formal introductions. Jane supplied plenty of dope. We smoked about five joints and then spread out in Jane's parents living room. Ten minutes later we were all naked and trying to figure out the best possible combinations. Jane suggested that Laurie start out sitting on my face.
That way the younger woman would have first shot at my hog. I didn't give a shit who went first where. It was all going to be lovely.
So Laurie crouched over my face, giggling like a kid, and I had her seething pussy, once again, in my mouth. Her clit came alive with the first touch from my tongue. "Ooooh, God," she cried out, watching Jane go to work on my hog, "this is gonna be one of the all time events of my life." Laurie rolled her thick patch of beaver and labial lips over my mouth. I drilled upwards with my tongue, sucking out more of her delicious ooze. "Mmmmm," I hummed up into her body, "nice stuff there."
"Oh, God, I just love it," said Laurie.
Jane smiled as she wet down my joint. She could tell from the taste of semen that still rested in my shaft that we'd been doing it already. "Hey," she said, "who's been sucking on my joint?" She laughed because she knew full well who'd been licking my hog, and she couldn't have cared one damn about it. Her smooth titties rolled against my thighs.
I made a Herculean effort to reach upwards and grab Laurie' titties. It was a successful gesture. I had her nipples between my fingers. Those luscious big dark caps rolled between my thumb and index digits. I tweaked her stiff and then kneaded the flesh of her bosom. She appreciated the added spice. She jammed her cunt down hard on my face, and I licked upwards, taking her clit to task. "Mm," she grunted softly, "good sucking there, Charley." She reached out with her hands and lay down across my body so that she was on my belly and facing my cock-which was in Jane's mouth.
"Mmmmmm," hummed Jane, talking really to Laurie. "Just look at this thing!" She leaned back, removing her face from my crotch muscle. "It's so fucking stiff."
Laurie examined my cock while I rolled my tongue in and out of her cunt. "Do you mind!" she asked Jane.
"No, go ahead," said Jane who began to rub my thighs.
Laurie planted her mouth around my cock. She worked her lips up and down the shaft and coiled her tongue around the base. Soon she had my meaty muscle going at full steam. "Ohh, yeah," I muttered in her cunt. "That's good." Jane came around and attacked Laurie from the top of her butt. She slid her tongue up and down Laurie's ass crack. Thus the older woman had my cock in her face, her cunt in my mouth, her ass-hole filled with Jane's pressing wet tongue. "Mmmmmm," she hummed away on my joint. "This is the way sex was meant to be."
I didn't blame her for feeling that way. She was getting the kind of action that millionaires probably pay for. She was getting a superb ream in both holes of her pelvis and all the joint she could stuff her face with. What woman could ask for more? To top it all off, when I could, I leaned forward and used my hands on her big nipples and hot tits. It was a super thrill for me, too, I had to admit, because I was getting my cock rubbed by a real pro, and I had her clit muscle going a mile a minute. Add to that the hands full of titties-and, well, I guess you can understand my building passion and ecstasy. To say nothing of my monster cock erection!
"Shit," I hollered into Laurie's oozing pussy, "this is the fucking life!" I rolled my tongue up and down in her sweet honey pot. The ooze dripped down my face and enveloped me. I loved the sensation of her fresh twat channel dripping and rolling with excitement. It made me feel like I was accomplishing a good day's work. "Ahhhh," I sighed, feeling my joint heading straight for ecstasy's sweet high. "This is gonna be one helluva orgasmic high, babes." Then I licked away at Laurie's cunt.
"Mmmmm," sighed Jane, getting her full of Laurie's ass-hole, "this is about all of that you'll need." She slapped the ass cheeks playfully. Laurie's butt blushed. She lifted her head off my joint, licked her lips and smacked them. "Why don't you take over here?" she suggested, sitting back fully on my face.
Jane came around in front again and attacked my hog. She wrapped her tongue around the base of my long cock meat. She filled herself up with hot phallus. It was one long tongue hug with a slippery muscle. She used the joint like it was her own, like she knew it inside out. She knew every place that would make me feel good. She rubbed her tongue muscle into the tip, along the crown, up and down the underside of the joint. She made sure to lick the base and sometimes she would go kissing me in the balls. Often she pressed her lips against my loins. There she would lick and play, gracefully sliding her tongue back and forth across my thighs or against my balls, whichever was handy. Finally, she capped off the head of my joint, sucked it up into her mouth and rolled her splayed tongue down on the heart-shaped spongy head. It was one long terrific slide for my juicy beef. "Baby," I told her by muttering to Laurie's wet pussy, "this is just the way I like it."
Both women, the forty year old and the teenager, were having the times of their lives. I felt lucky and proud to be able to give them the service their bodies craved. Soon I was rocking my face and butt and cock just as actively as Laurie. "Shit," I moaned, "you have to get up a little so that I can get into something else. I'm drowning your juice." She lifted her legs from around my face. I felt a bit freer to roll my cock in Jane's mouth. My hips rocked back and forth and Jane's sweet tongue took care of everything else. "Mmmmmm," she hummed and creamed on my pecker. Some of the time I wondered if Jane wouldn't just come from sucking. That's how hot she was. You probably didn't even have to stick your finger in her cunt if she had a good enough cock to suck on.
"Oh, God," she moaned, rolling away from my joint. "Somebody has to eat me."
So much for that theory, I thought. I did the honors, however, getting up and spreading out Jane's legs so that I could get my face into her pussy. Simultaneously, Laurie attacked my ass-hole. I was on my hands and knees and Laurie went licking between my buttocks. I'll take care of your rump," she said, "while you take care of that kid's twat, eh?"
"It's a deal" I said, rubbing my face into Jane's hot hole. The beaver was as wet and juicy as could be. It was slippery and sliding all over the fucking place. I had my tongue wagging against her hot twat prick. Her cunt could take more stimulation than any other pussy I ever saw. I pulled on the erect clitoris with my lips. The tonguing I gave that hefty little piece of juicing muscle was worth a million bucks. She couldn't deny it. She wailed out, "Ooooh, fuck me good. I love that." Her legs reached out and clasped at my face. Her long smooth thighs were worth one long, special feel. When they slid down, a moment later, off my shoulders, I took my meaty tongue out of her pussy and rubbed up and down on each of her tanned nubile thighs. I licked her lovely skin, the soft flesh and the luscious loins. I rubbed my meaty tongue along that precious tender warm leg and worked my way into her loins. She clapped her legs shut on my tongue at one point, and got herself a long wet feel. I went streaming up and down her sweet liquid thighs, spreading slime and saliva everywhere. Then I reached under her buttocks and picked her up from underneath. I rubbed my face between and against her slippery loins: all the way down through her bush. From there it was an obvious move: I entered her cunt and flapped her clitoris with my tongue.
"Fuck me good," she wailed, now orgasmic. Her gush poured out like rain water. She was juicing all over my mouth when I heard her yell: "This is fucking it! This is my fucking sex! Shit! Piss! Fuck! Cunt!" She waved her hips and wobbled down, away from the tremendous climax she was so much enjoying.
Meanwhile, Laurie had made a great deal of headway with my ass-hole. Her tongue had wet down everything in sight, from the base of my spine to the inside of my ass-hole. She had her tongue, currently, stuffed in my bunghole. She rubbed and tongued it out. She reamed softly and efficiently, taking care to make sure that every inch of my tube was completely clean. She used her tongue the way a jerk might have used a pencil. She was cleansing me so thoroughly that I was thinking of coming just from the ream in my butt. Her tongue was long and wet and it curled up inside to give me a perfect thrill. "Alreeet!" I hollered. "Come on around here and let me get some licking in your cunt."
I lay on top of her smooth body. Her titties were rubbing against my balls while she had my long cock, at least the head of it anyhow, in her face. I had her cunt for my own oral pleasure. I rubbed my tongue in and out of her pussy. The twat box was as slippery as ice. Only it was hot and rubbery. Long tubular muscles began to squeeze and rotate, revolving and praying for the final thrusts that would send her into orgasm. I decided on a dangerous move.
"Hold on," I said, and she didn't understand at first. I pulled my meat out of her reach, out of her hands and face. I climbed around between her legs and then stuffed my dick into her hot pussy. "Uuuuuuuuhhhh," she grunted. It was one one long terrific shout of agonizing ecstasy. She didn't know what to make of my hefty powerhouse tool rolling down between those sucking, squeezing muscles. I jammed my finger up her ass-hole. It was all dangerous because if I popped off inside her I wouldn't be able to eat her out anymore. I could, but I wouldn't want to, not with my jism in there.
"Oooh, Christ," she wailed. "It's too fucking big! Please, slow down!! ! " I loved harnessing her hips with my arm and pulling her crotch up into mine. Her pussy had to climb my tree. She couldn't wing it, she had to go up around the thick shaft. She clapped on tight with her hands around my back and rubbed her chest up into mine. Her smooth titties bounced and rubbed, squeezed as they were between our two sweating bodies. There was enough heat there to start fires. I rolled my joint in and out of her slippery twat space.
"Mmmmmm," she hummed, beginning to cream. I knew it was time to pull out and replace my cock with my tongue. I did so smoothly, and revolved my body so that she once again had in her face my long, wet hog. She climbed it again, this time with her mouth, and rubbed her fertile wet tongue into the spongy, galvanized head. Meanwhile, I took care of her slippery erect clit. The gush from her cunt continued for probably fifty or sixty strokes. It was one long orgasm. When it was over she yelled: "Ooooh, fuck!" She pulled her clit away from me and rolled out from under.
I was left with a big stiff prick. There was plenty of saliva all over it. "What the hell?" I asked. "You two are totally wasted and I'm sitting here with the hard-on of the century."
"I don't know how he does it," said Laurie.
"He smokes a lot of shit and snorts some, too," said Jane Sonora. "Maybe that's how he does it."
"Come on," I said, "one of you two has to save the day."
Laurie looked over at Jane who was recuperating still. "Don't look at me," said Jane. "I'm still getting over my climax."
"You two are a couple of cunts," I said. "I don't believe you're just gonna sit there and let this boner go to waste."
"If you wait a minute or two I'll be glad to help you out," said Laurie. All of a sudden people were doing me favors. Instead of licking me off the way I wanted, they were going to do me a favor by having me wait a little bit and then 'help me out'. "like hell!" I stormed. "I fucking went all out to give you two a really dynamite sucking and now all you can do is sit there and tell me you're tired. I don't fucking believe it."
"He's right," Jane shamefully admitted. "What do you want to do?"
"Be patient," said Laurie. "We'll both give you some header in a minute."
"Fuck that shit," I said. "I want it now!" Jane was the braver of the two. She came over and took my slimy cock into her face. She spread her tongue out along the shaft and licked me into the continuing high that I hadn't wanted to lose by waiting. She jerked on my joint using her hands, and even though she was tired and herself satisfied, she gave me a good long blow job. She used her tongue and her lovely wet lips to get my prick twitching. Not long after she began this delicious action, I felt that old and familiar surge of fresh semen boiling in my balls. "Get ready," I warned her. "It's gonna be just a second or two more."
And with that I burst into liquid jism. My cock was twitching and throbbing in Jane's young lips. She massaged every drop of the fresh hot come juice down her throat. She drank up that come like she was thirsty woman in the desert. She sucked it all down her throat and blushed as it went. A minute later it was over.
"Thanks, kiddo," I said softly. "You did me up right." She let my cock slide from her face and held it in her hands. She rubbed back and forth across the member with her fingers. It was slimy and greasy and wet as could be. Every kind of bodily juice in the world was there on my cock. And Jane Sonora took care to lick some of it off.
By then, of course, Laurie Pepper had realized what a good thing she'd missed out on. She hopped up onto her hands and knees and said: "Let me help, Charley, too." Jane pulled back and Laurie finished sucking me clean. Soon my pecker was shiny and bright, like a phallus fresh out of the oral incubator. I smiled and lay back, content with the wonderful sucking from two of my favorite ladies.
XII
It was Laurie, a few days later, who suggested to me the most fabulous idea I'd heard in a longtime. I elaborated on it, refined it, and ended up with one of the most glorious experiences I can ever recall. Naturally, it had to do with my infamous van.
For the occasion I made special arrangements. I visited with Ralph-and there in Manhattan was privy to yet another fabulous suck from his tall, splendiferous girlfriend, Tish. But that particular blow job was of no real consequence, merely a matter of course, old friends meeting up with old ideas. Be that as it may, I was able to land what I really made the trip to Manhattan for-a good new supply of you know what.
That took care of arrangement number one. Then I had to get the back of the van specially prepared. I wanted to make sure that everything was in perfect working order. I reworked the few wires that were necessary for giving me complete remote control of radio and heater, added a couple of lights and a new battery, installed a small panel of impressive switches, even went so far as to spend a few bucks getting my carpet cleaned and on the purchase of a small, portable water pillow.
As I began to make my rounds, I realized that it was going to be a long evening. It promised to be one of the best. Laurie, I considered, was probably some sort of genius for having thought this one up. The idea was basically simple. We would tour the city with a driver taking us everywhere and anywhere, but meanwhile, in the back of the van we'd be fucking our brains out in ultimate comfort. I'd done a lot of balling in the van, but never in motion, in traffic, between stop lights. It seemed like a great idea, one that could give all of us the perfect excuse for an orgy.
So I stopped first to pick up Jane. She loved the idea, and she was exuberant when she saw how neat and clean and sensuous my portable boudoir was. She was wearing shorts-it was another wonderful winter day in Southern California-and her long legs looked more shapely and tanned than ever. We went from her place to Laurie's. She, too, according to some plan, wore a pair of shorts. She was well prepared for the night's activities, boasting as she climbed into the back of the van, that she'd brought a portable electric dildo, just in case, and plenty of jams. She wanted to make sure that we all had plenty of ooze, whether of our own making or synthetic. We lit up the first J, and continued on our way through the city.
Both the girl's were surprised when I stopped at yet another building. It was the apartment house where my lovely accidental playmate, the housewife, Mrs. Hanks lived. I'd called her and she'd made up some proper excuse to her baffled husband about what we would be doing. Anyhow, she met us out in front and hopped into the back with Laurie. She was carrying with her, under her short skirt and hidden from her husband's view, a few magazines that she thought might make for good turn-on reading in our rolling party. In her bag she had champagne.
Now the only other person I needed was my driver. So I headed for Manhattan where I picked up Ralph. I would have brought him along originally, when I scored, but he needed to get rid of Tish, first. He had ass sorts of ideas about how he would be getting laid that night. Little did he know that I only intended for him to drive.
On our way out of the beach towns and east I began. We all of us undressed. Laurie said that since it was her idea she would go first. "It's only fair," she said. "Besides," she added, slipping out of her bra and blouse, "I'm the oldest." She snickered at the other girls in a friendly way and descended around my hog. I heard the vibrator go on and knew for sure that one of the girls was going to get herself good and ready.
Laurie took her time working out on my beefy prick. She started in the traditional manner, licking my cock into a firming erection. She rubbed her tongue from base to tip and back again. I was sprawled out, Christ style, on my back. Laurie leaned over my genitals and sucked my pecker into her mouth. She rubbed with her tongue and used the sides of her face to make sure that my loins were properly stimulated. She used her tongue like a paint brush wet with saliva. She coated every square millimeter of my pecker. Soon she had me hard as a rock and twice as horny. I was ready to jam and bang away in her face.
It was then that she rearranged herself on my face. She spread her legs around my mouth and pushed her pussy on my ready and willing tongue. "Mmmmmm," she hummed from time to time as she licked at this or that portion of my meat. It was the traditional sixty-nine French kiss, her cunt in my lips, her mouth on my cock. I loved it.
"This is Hollywood," said Ralph, and the girls not engaged in the current mouth screw looked out the windows. Traffic slowed up a bit, but Laurie didn't.
In fact, she began to get awfully wet. She soaked my chin and chest with fresh clitoral ooze. The juice went sliding around as we rocked back and forth, in sexual rhythm and bouncing to the pace of the floor of the moving van. "Yuuuuhh," she grunted, sliding her lips up and down on my big stiff penis, "I love it."
"Yeah, baby," I said, "just wait until we hit the freeway." There was something about getting head at seventy miles an hour that turned me on. Anyhow, Laurie, I figured, would be all screwed out by then and maybe Mrs. Hanks would be riding my joint. It didn't much matter.
Soon Laurie began to gush like a mad woman. "Oooh, God," she wailed, and I spread my hands out on her buttocks to keep her in place for the final passionate ride. Her clit muscle was fully extended and with the licking I was giving it, it was not-likely to get any softer. I rubbed it up and down and flicked it with my tongue. Soon she cried out, "Oh, fuck, here I go! I'm gonna fucking come!"
And come she did! All over my face, up and down my cheeks, her clit twitching, her lips rolling and the juices flowing. It was one long passionate pumping, her face in my crotch doing nothing, her cunt in my mouth doing everything. "Mmmmmm," I hummed, not really enjoying this particular suck all that much. "Not bad." She had failed to get me fully aroused, somehow, because she herself could not, while climaxing this particular time, spend her energies on my joint. She rolled off of me, however, in her own state of absolute ecstasy.
Next came Jane, and it was she, apparently, who'd been using the dildo. She was, at first, reluctant to give up the whirring mechanical cock. But I assured her that I would be happy to let her just try my tongue, and if that didn't please her, then we could go on to the dildo again. She agreed, saying simply, "I hope it's good, Charley. I hope it's really good."
She lay on her back, and as the van approached the heart of Hollywood, I approached the heart of lovely Jane's twat with my long, wet tongue muscle. I found her clit erect, from the stimulation of the dildo, and her twat was soaked with lots of ooze, some of it hers, some of it artificial from one or another of the tubes of grease. I licked it all. Her slippery sex knob began to twitch instantly. I rubbed it back and forth.
"Uuuuuhh ... ahhhhh ... oooooh," groaned Jane. "I don't believe how much better the real thing is!" She rolled her hips from side to side. I felt a tongue wander up my ass-hole and knew for sure that the orgy was well under way. I looked back, and to my surprise, discovered Mrs. Hanks busily filling my shit cavity with her sucking lips and active mouth organ. "Thanks," I told her, "I can use that."
I attacked Jane's titties while I worked my tongue between her smooth beaver lips. Before long I had ripe, tanned breasts heated and covered with sexual chills. She shivered and rolled her cunt while I jammed my tongue in and out of her pussy. Her lips opened wide and I could feel the tugging of her long tubular muscles within. Just as nice was the plump titty in my hands. I rubbed the soft erect nipple tissue, and made sure that the cap was covered with chills, too. I fondled her other nipple and breast with both hands. After a while, I had to give up the suck in her cunt because her tits were too tempting. I went up along her belly, kissing her all the way there, and arrived at her chest. The smooth flesh of her soft bosom was a special thrill.
"Oooh, God, fuck," she moaned. I knew that something else was happening besides my treatment of her nipples and titties. I looked back and Mrs. Hanks had slid from working on my ass-hole down into Jane's twat. I took a side angle, then, working from Jane's right, while Mrs. Hanks plopped her tongue into the teenager's hot box. "Mmmmmm," hummed Jane, "this is perfect." While I sucked on her titties-those fabulous mammoth mammaries. Mrs. Hanks worked out in her cunt, licking her clit, rubbing her long smooth thighs. Before long Jane was moaning and groaning about how she loved all of us, about how she thought this frolicking party should never end, that she never wanted to go home again to her mean parents. I soothed her by licking her breasts and teasing her erect nipples. "Oooh, fuck," she cried, "shit! This is just too good to be true."
Eventually, I spread my groin across her chest, again from the side and rubbed my dick back and forth across her lovely smooth nipple and tit tissue. The feel of her chest against my cock was like satin. It was warm tender flesh stimulating my spongy, mushroom head. "Christ," I moaned, "who gives a shit where this van goes?! ! "
"We're headed up onto the freeway," said Ralph. "When do you want to drive?" he asked.
"Soon," I said, putting him off. "Head South."
I felt the van lurch, but I paid it no mind. It was more important to keep my prick going on Jane's titties. Her nipples rubbed at the head of of my cock, and her chest was turning bright red with passion. Meanwhile, Mrs. Hanks was busily providing Jane's hot box with plenty of hard rubbing. She had the young girl's tender clitoris between her lips. She pulled and rubbed back and forth on it. "O.k., o.k., " cried Jane Sonora, "here I go. Get ready!" And with that, Jane gushed outwards. I could feel her titties swell and sweat. I pulled my pecker off of her breasts and used my hands to give her the final squeeze. It was one long rub while she bounced her hips up and down in orgasm. "Oooooh," she cried softly, "ahhhhhh."
Mrs. Hanks pulled her face out of the teenager's crotch. She wiped her chin of the runny juice. "Mmmmm," she said, "she's really a comer, eh?"
"You don't think I'd let just anyone get into the van, Mrs. Hanks?"
"No, sweetheart," she said softly. She came over next to me and lay her head down between my legs. She picked out my crotch muscle with both fists. She rubbed the head up along her extended tongue and said, "I think that you only like hot women." She was so fucking lusty that I couldn't resist grabbing her head and running her face along my rod. I worked her mouth along all of my dick. She just stuck out her tongue and went for the ride. Back and forth I jammed her face along my fuck-stick. She started to pull away saying "Fuck, it's too hot," but I wouldn't let her go.
"Let me lick your ass," she said. "Please, let me get up."
"No way," I told her. "You just suck me a little while longer and then you can lick out my ass-hole all you want." She tongued my joint and soon she was rubbing her mouth muscle so smoothly along my extended, fat hog that I knew she was finally really into it. I let her head go and she just continued sucking my meat. Her titties rubbed along my muscular thigh. They were creamy and soft, as smooth as glass. "Lovely," I said, my pecker turning into a perfect tower of hot flesh. "Just perfect."
"My turn yet?" asked Ralph.
"Not yet, Ralph old buddy," I said. "But in a minute."
I looked over at Laurie. She had the vibrator going and she was rubbing her cunt with it. She had the electric cock a good six inches into her hole. She had a dazed look on her face and leaned against the water pillow. She was rubbing herself into another orgasm. She had one hand on her titty and she squeezed her nipple. The other, of course, rubbed the mechanical machine in and out of her hole. She juiced profusely and moaned softly under her breath, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
Jane came to her aid, taking the machine in hand and rubbing it in and out of the older woman's twat. She helped Laurie work her way toward a second orgasm.
"Hey," called out Ralph, "I got to get back there with you all."
"Not just yet," I told him. "Just keep driving." I watched Mrs. Hanks sucking my rod into perfection. She no longer needed any assistance from me. She used her long smooth hands and lovely fingers to keep my bone stiff and pointed into her face. She held my pecker with both hands. She rubbed up and down, sliding around on it with her smooth fingers. She used her tongue to caress the tip. There, on the spongy point, she managed to stimulate my phallus muscle and worked my prick back and forth across it. The head of my throbbing meat rubbed smoothly along that splendid, slippery surface. "Uuuuhh," I grunted, getting closer and closer to my first shoot out, "this is gonna be good."
As soon as I started to twitch, Mrs. Hanks held the meat away from her face and sprayed herself with my squirting jism. She managed to get a good three or four wet pulses in the face, and some of the come went dripping down along her smooth milk-white titties. Then she plopped what remained of my ejaculating erection in her face. She sucked up the hot semen juice. She swallowed around my joint. Her long tubular tongue and other oral muscles worked my joint like a sucking chamber, like something that they might milk cows with. She planted my pecker deep in that oral chamber and rolled her tongue again and again on the thick shaft. "Mmmmm," she hummed, sucking out every last drop of semen, "that's what I call orgasm." She used her hands to massage my butt while I came slowly down from the perfect high.
"Shit," said Ralph, who could hear us having a great time in the back of the van. "This ain't fair."
"In a minute," I told him, "you'll be back here too." We were tolling along at what must have been seventy-five miles an hour. In the back of my van with me were a crazy group of women, all of them hot and lusty, all of them in various states of sexual bliss. I looked around and saw Mrs. Hanks laying over at the far back of the van. She was now, after giving me head, jerking on her own clitoris.
I decided to give her a break. I crawled across the soft carpeting and spread out her long smooth legs. Her loins were soft and tender, moist to the touch. I kneaded the flesh with my squeezing palms and deeply rubbing fingers. I stroked up high, around her bush. I let her keep masturbating herself, but I went working right along side her fingers. She was beating her clitoris with long, powerful strokes from her fingers. I rubbed the labial lips with my index digits. She rolled back onto her side when the van took a sharp lurch to the side and I came up with my face in her cunt. "Mmmmm," I moaned, "let me do that." She spread her legs just right and removed her fingers. "Fuck me up good, Charley," she said softly.
We could hear the vibrator and moaning behind us, up toward the front of the van. But that didn't matter. Now the thing to do was to get her cunt juicing. I pushed my tongue down between her soft labial lips and located her clitoris. It was sweltering and slippery. I rubbed my mouth muscle across the head of that prick-like muscle. I gave her a good sloppy tug with my hungry lips and soon she was juicing a mile a minute. She was rolling her hips up and down in my face and getting ready to let all her gush stream out. "Go on," I said, "lay back and relax."
"Oooh, God, fuck!" she cried out. The other girls heard her terrific wail and came crawling over to help. We worked Mrs. Hanks to the middle of the carpeting and while I plied her cunt from one side, Laurie went to work on her ass-hole. She tongued out Mrs. Hank's butt. She jammed her long wet mouth muscle into the woman's tube of shit. "Mmmmmm," she hummed, happy with her work. "I love to suck out a good hot butt crotch."
I continued to eat Mrs. Hanks and her pussy. Meanwhile, Jane applied her luscious tongue to the woman's hot mammaries. She stroked and rubbed and massaged the woman's nipples and breasts. The smooth flesh crawled with fever, and a moment later, there was orgasmic energy and juice spilling out everywhere.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck me hard!"
I had a boner, just from eating her, and climbed up into between her legs, pushed Jane and Laurie aside, and with this new mounting, sucked up her large titties. I rubbed my face between the lovely mammaries and fucked her with my long hot poker. A moment later she was nothing if not wails of passion and hot juice. She pumped her delicious twat around my hog. She rolled up to the root and sucked with her labial lips. She used her mouth to kiss me all over my face. Her creamy skin was luscious to the touch and especially so to my slopping tongue. I coated her mamms with lots of tongue rub and saliva. She couldn't hold still because of the great passion rising up in her loins. I tacked her hard and fast to the floor of the van.
"Uuuuuuhhh, fuck," she cried. And that's exactly what I did. I pounded my meat in and out of her thick, fat tube. I rolled down deep, punched her with muscle she didn't know existed. It was the best screwing she ever fucking got. One long thrust after another penetrated her sweet, greasy hole. She rocked and rolled and gushed on my joint. She was all juice and jism when I finally pulled my meaty pecker out of her incredible soft flesh. She thanked me in a panting breath, said that if her husband fucked her that way she'd never cheat again.
I rolled off in a daze. About twenty minutes later we had been driven to Manhattan. I heard Ralph saying that we were in front of his house. All the girls were dog-tired and asleep in their puddles of juice. Ralph wanted to know if he could come into the back of the van. I looked around at the lounging bodies that looked like wet sex corpses. "Sure," I said. "Help yourself." I crawled out the back and shut the door behind me.
I don't know what Ralph did in there, if anything, but I went to sleep upstairs in his house and didn't wake up until late the next afternoon.
EPILOGUE
I came to with a headache. It had been a long night, and a long night's sleep. It was afternoon at the beach. I had a vague feeling of accomplishment, but I also felt that something had been left undone, that I'd missed out on some crowning achievement.
I realized immediately, when I inspected the van, that the orgy had been a success. There was a broken bottle of champagne oozing next to a spent, electric dildo. The on button was pushed, but the dildo was out of juice. There had been that much activity the night before. The girls, it seemed, had gone their separate ways. I'd fucked and sucked with all three of them.
And yet, as I drove down from Manhattan the thought persisted: you've missed something, someone. I wanted to leave L.A., to take my traveling boudoir on the road, to see some countryside. Fuck the photo business, I thought. And then it hit me! Of course, it was obvious-I was a lummox for not having thought of it, her, instantly. I drove straight to the building in West L.A.
Barbara Binger answered the door. "Hello, sweetheart," I said softly. "You miss me?"
She was only fifteen, but she understood. She opened her arms and I accepted her embrace. She had on her classic shorts, and those smooth long legs wrapped around my thigh. "I miss you," she said softly. "I missed you so much." She kissed me in the mouth with her fresh, young tongue. It was long and wet and slid nicely against my own. I let my hands drift to her hips and when I had a firm hold, I humped my thigh against her crotch. The dry rub and grind was enough to get her heated. "Come in," she said, and I picked her up and carried h er into her living room. "Wait a second," I said, "this isn't right." I took her by the hand and led her away from her apartment, down the steps to the van.
We climbed into the back of the truck and I spread out a fresh pillow. "I missed you, kid," I said.
"I'm not a kid," she retorted, removing her shorts and unbuttoning her blouse. Her smooth titties bunched outwards like flesh jelly bags. They were tanned and soft, as succulent as cherries, and a hundred times bigger. The nipples were pink, hot, alive. She shook a bit as she undressed, readying herself for the sex she'd been waiting for again.
She came to me on her knees and reached for my buckle. "I'm going to give you the best header you ever had," she said. "The best ever!" She pulled my belt open and started working my trousers down. A feeling of completion, of satisfaction started to cross my mind. I was going to get that last suck from this sweet young babe before I left L.A. And it was going to happen in the back of my van, just the way I liked it.
She had my trousers down and off my feet before I knew what was going on. She worked on my shirt. Her titties hung down in front of me, now, over my chest. They were long and graceful, full of life, smooth and so soft that even the sight of them made my prick stand at attention. I reached my hands up to grab off one of those fine, slick boobs. I pulled her down and sucked on the nipple, on the mushroom colored cap, and tongued the tip of the titty. I licked long and hard at the creamy flesh of her breasts.
"Mmmmmm," she hummed, "you sure do know how to get me going." She blushed and rolled her titties on my face. Then she sat up and the boobies went bouncing right and left. She pulled my shirt the rest of the way off. We were both naked and hot and lusty, as horny as cats in heat, in the back of my van. She went down on my sprung cock flesh. She coiled her tongue around the heart-shaped head. Her mouth muscle was long and wet, moist and she worked it into the flesh of my fuck-stick. "Uuuuhhh," she moaned, her heart beating faster as her tongue went sliding up and down the thick shaft. "Ooooh, God," she cried out softly while she licked. She was overwhelmed with the size of my hog, unable to control her sharp, young passions. "I'm going to lick you off," she promised.
I watched her work between my legs. Her tongue brushed saliva up and down the length of my joint. She began at the base, or at the tip, it made no difference, and stroked the entire length of penis. My beef glistened with her slick, wet oral ooze. "Nice," I said. "Far fucking out!"
She reached her smooth hands, her palms, under my buttocks, and used her hands as a tray with which to serve her hungry mouth. She dined on my rod and balls. She licked the hefty, galvanized spongy head. Her tongue swabbed the hearty point. My flesh sword was her one and only concern, and she showed her true devotion in every lick of her sweet wet tongue. "Nice," I said again, enjoying every lick.
She rubbed my buttocks and asked me to turn around. When I did, she gave my ass-hole a quick ream out. Then she wanted me to turn over again. I did and pulled her by the titties down into my crotch. She had her legs in my direction. I massaged her long smooth loins into place around my face. Her pussy leaked next to my mouth. It was luscious, sweet wet fur that I licked toward ecstasy. Her vaginal lips spread and her clitoris popped into view. I took the meaty muscle between my lips, just as she had my cock between hers, and we licked each other's genitals.
Soon I shot my first wad between her swallowing tongue and the roof of her mouth. This flying, hot sperm juice triggered teenage Barbara's twat climax. She gushed and the ooze was like sexual honey. It ran down my licking tongue and across my lips, along my neck. I continued to swab her clit, to splay my tongue across the front entrance to her body.
"Uuuuuhhh," she groaned, rolling her pussy in my mouth, "I love that. Ahhhhhh, it's so fucking good."
She might have been just a kid, but she had the appetite of a full grown woman. She was long and supple, as nubile as could be, with creamy titties and a mouth that wouldn't stop swallowing. How could I say no to her when she asked if she could go with me on my next road trip? I nodded and blushed a bit, but I finally stammered into her cunt, "Sure kiddo, why not?"
She was so excited by my affirmative answer that she jumped back onto my lubricated beef and started sucking it up all over again. Her wet, slippery tongue rubbed at everything that she could get hold of, including my nuts. I loved every minute of it, and knew that I was going to have quite a time traveling with this teenage flesh pot in my rolling boudoir. I prepared for and expected the best, because, after all, I was Southern California's Stud on Wheels.