On his own for the first time in his life, Greg Kelly found himself hitchhiking into the arms of a salesman who sold him on more than the usual bill of goods.
The more he tried to hide from the animal instincts within his body, the more deeply he fell into the sensual traps which seemed to wait for him at every turn in the road.
Somewhere further west he drove himself searching for the answer to overpowering forces which made him seek momentary comfort in the juicy passion of two Denver based stewardesses.
In the mile high Colorado mountains he learned that you don't have to be in an airplane to fly.
By the time Greg crossed the Great Salt Lake he was no longer the scared young boy who ran away from home.
He had experienced a variety of love no teacher in prep school ever mentioned. His body had become a tool, a sensual organism without restraint.
Greg raced onto the Coast. There in the psychedelic colors of Sausalito he found the teachers he'd been seeking.
The answers were close. In the morning's light he began his final climb to the cloudy top of Mount Tarn, where, with his teachers, he found the moment he'd searched for and as the sun set slowly in the West, his spirit soared further than flesh.
CHAPTER ONE
Mrs. Kelly wept as her son, Greg, mounted the whitewashed steps towards the podium She and her husband had worked and denied themselves much these past several years to bring Greg to this moment. Somehow the years of struggle were forgotten and all that either one of them could see was the clean-cut face of their son as he reached the outstretched hand of the Headmaster of the school. With a warm smile and a few words that only Greg could hear, Mr. Brown handed the diploma to their son.
Greg took the rolled piece of paper. He shook Mr. Brown's hand and thought of the afternoons he spent just barely awake listening to that man's science lectures. Mr. Brown was considered the most hated man at the school, but now, he didn't seem so bad, in fact, Greg respected him more than all the others.
Besides there was nothing to worry about any longer. Even if Mr. Brown wanted to holler at him, it didn't make any difference. This was the day he graduated. It was his turn to walk down those stairs and look at the underclassmen sitting off to the right. They all looked so uncomfortable. When he was in their position, he hated coming to these stupid ceremonies, but now it was his day, and fuck them all, they could sit there and suffer.
As he came down the stairs he could see his girl sitting in her formal gown, sandwiched between his parents and her own. Jeanie smiled and looked right into his eyes. She was the most beautiful girl he'd ever gone with. It was a surprise to find out she liked him. He never thought he had a chance with a girl with tits as big as Jeanie's. They weren't even friends for most of their last years of school, but on that hayride last fall she let him feel her nipples, and from there on everything was all right.
She never went all the way but plenty of times at the drive-in she'd open his fly without even his asking. Then as he stared at the horrible scale man tearing the throat out of another bikini-clad victim she'd circle her fingers around his cock and beat him off. She was good. He never knew anyone could get so hot touching him.
She would start by squeezing his balls and rubbing his prick into his groin. It felt so good that he would start pumping his hips to help her bring him to a climax. The more he would pump, the tighter she'd grab him. Sometimes she beat him too hard and his cock would be raw for days, but most of those nights at the drive-in she did everything just right, moving her fingers up and down his cock, making the blood swell, until he felt the come rise up his shaft.
Later tonight he was going to try and go the whole way. He had gone to the drug store and purchased several reservoir tipped rubbers. He had a lot going for him tonight. It was graduation. They'd be drinking. If ever he had a chance to get inside her pants, tonight was the night.
The ceremony ended with a procession of the graduating seniors out between the rows of parents. Greg's mother watched her son go by, thinking of nothing but how nice he looked in his robe. As the music ended the seniors cheered and threw their caps high into the twilight sky.
Greg found his way back to the cluster of his relations who were waiting for him with small envelopes containing monetary presents of varying amounts. All counted he received over three hundred dollars, but at the moment, he simply stuffed each check into his pocket and thanked everyone for coming.
His parents had planned a party for the family, but Greg, of course, would be going to the prom. His father took him off to the side, put his arm around his shoulder and gave him the keys to the car. There were hints of tears in his old man's eyes as they smiled briefly together, then Greg excused himself and went to say goodbye to a few of his teachers.
The spring night could not have been better in spite of the forecast of poor weather. Jeanie slid closer to Greg's side as they drove out the gates of the school and turned south. Twisting down the road towards the Inn where the prom was to be held Greg reached out with one arm and pulled Jeanie's head into his shoulder.
Her soft hair smelled of lemon shampoo as she took the tip of his ear in her mouth and chewed. A cold chill swept his body. He could feel his cock beginning to harden. Twisted in the folds of his pants the stiffening prick enlarged until he shifted about in the seat trying to free it from the restricting fabric.
"Anything wrong?" said Jeanie playfully.
"You know what's wrong as well as I do," laughed Greg. "If you stick your tongue in my ear one more time, I swear I'll pull this car off the road right here and rip that dress right off."
"Oh yeah," countered Jeanie, "what would you do then? I suppose you'd apologize for tearing my gown."
"Apologize hell! I'd throw you down on the seat and fuck your ass until you passed out. If you think you've got it all under control, I've got news for you. Tonight is going to be harder on you than me. By the end of this evening you'll be begging me to stick this between your legs."
Greg took Jeanie's hand and placed it on his erection. She nestled her head once more into his shoulder and massaged the prick until it grew thick and straight down his pant leg. Through the cloth she could feel its crowned head pulsing against her palm.
She thought of those nights they'd been together when she'd almost given in and said yes. Greg's fingers made her slit wet through her panties many times, and though her desire had been to feel them push through the sticky cloth into her vagina, she had always stopped short at the last moment.
Of course he never forced the matter with her. Greg was too nice a guy, but somehow no matter how nice he was, she couldn't forget the intensity of her own desire. She would make him come and the white gummy juice would cover her hands and stain her handkerchief. She would tremble as the thick spurts shot out of his cock. What a joy it would be to have that explode inside her cunt. Maybe he was right and tonight would be the night.
Turning into the parking lot at the Inn, they could see that many of the other seniors had already arrived and that the party was well on its way. The night was going to be a long one. First there'd be the early hours of dancing. By previous agreement with the management, the kids would be able to drink even though most were under-age. Several of the younger faculty had been assigned to chaperon the affair and as long as nobody got out of control you could make as big an ass of yourself as you wished.
Greg took Jeanie's hand and led her through the reception line. Her breasts looked so inviting pressing out of her low-cut dress. The neckline plunged all the way down to her navel and even some of the chaperons had trouble keeping their eyes from too obviously lingering on this exposure of suntanned skin.
Except for the patch of white skin protected by her bikini top, Jeanie's flesh was burnt a golden brown. She liked the way the white accentuated the fullness of her tits, and in this particular dress there was little but her nipples left unseen. She smiled into the nervous faces of the chaperons who gazed at her breasts. Greg would be watching them stare, and she liked the thought of his jealous mind racing to get her alone and away from this obvious attention.
The music slowed. Greg held her tight with one arm locked about his waist and the other folded close to their sides. Her body pressed against his as they rocked slowly together in the center of the dance floor. The lights were low and everyone about them hung onto his partner, eyes tightly closed.
Greg's fingers lightly played with the firm mound of Jeanie's boob. It yielded to the line his finger tips traced through the silky halter. Jeanie buried her lips against his neck and ground her fur covered crotch into his hard-on. The thick tube heaved against her clitoris as they swayed about the floor. She felt the familiar tingling sensations on the rim of her cunt.
She sighed, "Oh Greg, I want you to fuck me so badly."
He pulled her tighter. These were the words he knew one day must come for each of them. They had sprung from his own lips many times before as the two of them held each other in the car. He had begged her. He had pleaded. With the smell of her passion rising from the sopping lace of her panties she brought him to a peak then turned away from her own driving desire. She had not refused him to hurt him, but each rejection left both of their bodies aching, and their spirits frustrated.
Greg bent his head closer to her ear. "Let's get out of here, now."
She thought for a second of the touch of his hard-on stabbing her thigh, then stood back from him and nodded her approval. They gathered her wrap and purse from the table, said that they had to go help Jeanie's mother prepare for the afterprom party, and quickly moved out the door before anyone could question them further.
The night remained clear. A crisp ground fog covered the car in a white film. Greg and Jeanie did not speak. They climbed in. Greg started the engine and turned to her.
Jeanie's hands rested on her lap as she stared blankly at the floor. Greg put his arm around her shoulder, and with the other hand supped his fingers in the open slash of her dress. Her skin was warm. A slight hint of sweat covered her breasts. He felt her back arch as he drove his palm in to cup her right tit. With a sigh she turned to face him. Lips open, they kissed, driving their tongues madly into the wet moisture of each other's mouth.
Greg pulled the car out of the parking lot and took a side road on the way to Jeanie's house. They had used this place before. It was quiet and no one would disturb them. Jeanie thought of the other nights. Evenings with Greg's come dripping from her hand, and the tingling rim of her cunt crying out for his cock. Tonight wouldn't be like that. She was going to fuck him. She didn't care what happened, or did she?
Gravel spun loudly away from the wheels as the car pulled off to the right. Motor stopped, the brake set, Greg turned once again to his girl. Jeanie faced him. Without a word he removed the silky material which concealed her tits. Her nipples were soft, but the white flesh was covered with tiny goose bumps. His finger played lightly with the brown welts around the base of her nipples.
Jeanie looked into his eyes. They were hot and ready to be satisfied, still she didn't move. In a low awkward sweep he took the top of her right tit between his lips and rolled it, licking the end with the tip of his tongue.
Her arms came up to cradle his head. She gasped as the sharp edge of his teeth nipped her flesh. The wetness of his mouth soon covered her boobs, and he pressed his face into the deep cleavage. Greg loved to feel the sides of his face between these warm bags. He moaned and turned his mouth from one side to the other.
"Eat me, Greg," she whispered, "please eat me."
Greg stopped for a second to adjust the seat which converted into a bed. The two bodies sank back. Greg's hand slid under the long cover of her dress. His palm rested against the bulge of her pubic hair. In gentle heaves the gown was soon up about her waist exposing the pink lace of her panties. Jeanie spread her legs wide.
Her cunt was ready. It longed to have his tongue lap the already juice-filled hole. Waves building, cresting, breaking in her womb and the soles of her feet. Both of his hands now massaged her through the thin fabric. Her hips began to undulate in hard circles. She wanted it. Stick it in me, she thought, but the words stuck in her throat. Greg bent low. The musky salt smell of her twat filled his head. His eyelids grew heavy, but did not close, as he lunged out with his tongue at the dripping fabric covering her cunt. It tasted but he could not think of what. He had never eaten Jeanie before, but tonight was the night for everything, and he was not going to deny her even the slightest pleasure.
"Jeanie," he cried, "I need you so badly. I don't think I can wait any longer. All those times we came so close. I don't want to come in your hand anymore. I want you here."
His fingers drove around the edge of her panties and the sticky mat of fur parted, revealing the hot hole. His eyes fixed themselves on her cunt. Opening the lips of her vagina with one hand, his middle finger slipped in up to the first knuckle.
"Greg!" Jeanie screamed, but he did not hear her. "Greg, please wait. I've got to stop for a minute. Greg!"
Jeanie twisted her hips to the side to escape his driving finger. He seemed possessed with the thought of fucking her.
His finger groped for her cunt as she cried out, "Greg, please let me talk to you for just a moment. I can explain why I want to wait. Please!"
"Jeanie, I can't stop tonight. All I've thought about for months is being in your hole. God, I just want to be inside of you. I promise I won't come if you'll just let me feel you inside with my dick. Please."
Jeanie's mind raced. Should I? Surely it can't hurt anything if he just goes inside. As long as he doesn't come there is no way I can become pregnant. "All right, Greg, but just for a few moments. And promise me you won't come."
"I promise, I promise." Greg grappled at her dress fumbling with her zipper. He more or less tore it off rather than unzipping it. He could see her rosebud-colored nipples pushing at the fabric of her bra. "I've got to feel your nipples, Jeanie. Help me take your bra off."
"Not so fast, Greg, slow down. You're frightening me. I'll help you if you'll let me." God, I really want him, she thought, but he's acting like a beast. She reached behind herself and unsnapped her bra.
This sent Greg into an even greater frenzy as he watched her large, firm tits burst out of the newly unfastened bra. He stared momentarily at the two huge mounds of white flesh with tiny erections mounted on each. All he could think about was burying himself in what seemed like an acre of sweet breast.
Greg launched himself into the firm flesh. Biting, licking, smothering himself in the glory of how good her hard nipples felt in his mouth. It wouldn't be long before it was all over for Jeanie's virgin pussy.
"Jeanie, take me in your hand. I'm so hard I feel like it's going to pop."
Greg rolled over on top of Jeanie, fighting the steering wheel which forced him to assume a rather awkward position. He found her wet cunt with his fingers. Assured that it was there, he took his prick in his own hand and guided it to Jeanie's womb.
The crown of his rod for the first time felt the circumference of her soft cunt. "She's a little tight, but with a little pushing I'll make it in," Greg said to himself.
"Jeanie baby, how does my dick feel against you? It couldn't feel as good to you as it feels to me. No way. Can I push in a little further? I've got to feel like I can touch the end of you with my dick."
"Greg, I want you but please be gentle and remember what you said. I'm so afraid of getting pregnant," she threateningly added.
Dear God, what am I going to do, Jeanie thought. I want him so badly but my mother would never forgive me for this. She just wouldn't understand no matter how much I love Greg.
All the time Jeanie was thinking, Greg was forcing himself harder and harder into Jeanie's narrow passage. He could feel her becoming looser and looser so that she might accommodate his ever-increasing hard-on.
One more push would do it. He slammed into her small body for the last time. He could feel her fur tickling his balls and the walls of her vagina hugging his big cock. They both lay very still realizing just what had happened.
Greg was thinking how much better it would feel when he could pump her and shoot his come. Jeanie realized that Greg had forgotten his promise and what to do.
Greg's hips started moving in and out, lost in all the new feelings of going down for the first time. He marveled at the feeling caused by Jeanie's muscles as he withdrew his prick and felt her soft cunt grab at his own organ.
He had only gotten about five good drives into her when Jeanie reminded him of his ridiculous promise. "Greg, you have to be quiet if you're inside of me. Remember your promise. If you keep pumping in and out of me like that I know you'll come and then it will be too late to say you're sorry."
"Come off it! What do you think I am? Some kind of nut. You can't expect a guy to get inside your pants and then just lay there feeling your hole begging for more."
"I am not begging! That's just what you want to believe 'cause you think you're some kind of big man. You made a promise to me and you'll keep it if I have to rip you out of me."
"Come on Jeanie babe, I love you and I'm sorry if I seem out of my mind but you feel so good. I didn't know it could feel so good. I promise when I feel myself coming I'll pull out, I swear."
"NO, no, no. You'll get too excited and never make it. I can tell by the way you're acting now. You're not thinking about anything but shooting your rocks off."
"Shit, Jeanie, my balls are aching. I've got to come. Don't you understand?"
"I'll make you come, but not this way. I'll suck you until you're out of your mind."
"I'm out of my mind already," Greg panted as he wrestled harder to get himself back into Jeanie's cunt. "The only way I'll be satisfied is if I can fuck you."
"I said no, Greg. You're out of your mind! Please let me suck you or beat you off or anything. Just get your dick out of me!"
All Jeanie's screaming did not seem to lessen the fervor of Greg's desires. He kept going and going.
At this point Jeanie took both of her hands and grabbed his cock from her nervous hole. Coupled with flinching her hips she managed to get free from his writhing body.
"Damn! You're a fucking bitch."
"You're the one that's being an ass. What if I got pregnant?" Jeanie said indignantly.
"I'll make a deal with you," Greg said out of pure desperation. "I'll use a rubber. I've got some right here," he said searching madly in his glove compartment.
"It's too late, Greg. You've just shown me that you don't really care about me. All you want is a hole to stick your cock in. I've offered to beat you off or help you in some way, but no, it had to be your way. Well it's no way now."
"You expect me to be satisfied with you lousy hand after I've been in your cunt. You must be mad. I've handled you with kid gloves for these past months and you're still a cold witch.
"If the guys knew I'd been dating you all these months and still hadn't gotten somewhere, I'd be laughed out of the place. I'm not a kid anymore. I'm tired of mashing around in the back seat like some fifteen-year-old kid. My balls have been aching for four months and you expect to give me a hand job."
Jeanie, now in tears, could say or do nothing at this point. Her fright had been too great.
CHAPTER TWO
Jeanie's mother looked over the young faces hidden in the dark corners of her living room. The years disappear quickly once you reach a certain age she thought as yet another radiant couple entered, said hello to her husband at the door, then lost themselves in the darkness.
"Hey Mrs. Tuttle," cried a boy from across the room, "Jeanie come in yet?"
"I haven't seen them, Bob," she replied. More than-likely parked somewhere with Greg, she said to herself. If she was Jeanie, and on her way from the prom to the afterprom party, she'd sure as hell stop before coming home.
Mrs. Tuttle had known Greg for about the same time Jeanie had. She was even chaperon on the hayride that seemed to bring Jeanie and Greg together for the first time.
Mrs. Tuttle definitely approved of Greg. She noticed his manly attributes from the very beginning. The night of the hayride he had been wearing a dark turtleneck which seemed to accentuate his broad shoulders and narrow waist. But the most appealing feature that she had noticed was the wad of man that bulged out from Greg's faded blue jeans. He certainly was hung as the kids might say.
It was difficult for Jeanie's mother to view the youthful abandon so apparent in her daughter's life. She had been married since she was eighteen and that left little playing-around time before the vows were taken. She regretted not having been in more beds, or feeling more men's pricks before she was tied down to her dolly-domestic role as housewife.
She had often wondered whether or not sex was really so great. After all, everyone seemed possessed by it. As far as her sex life went, it had always seemed pretty cut and dried with not much out of the ordinary.
She had been dreaming of some real excitement for the past few years but nothing more had come of it other than some pretty colorful dreams. But there had to be a right moment when one of these long-awaited dreams would come true.
It was certain that no other member of the Tuttle family realized her discontentment. She had always managed to be a faithful wife, a charming hostess, a dutiful lover and an adoring mother. But tonight she seemed a little more relaxed and willing to let the cards fall where they may.
Jeanie was so young and fresh. Mrs. Tuttle envied this and whether she realized it or not she had started to identify with Jeanie. She was beginning to look at the evening through Jeanie's eyes instead of her own.
If she were parked somewhere with Greg she would let him do anything. That's strange, she thought to herself. I've always taught Jeanie not to do anything with boys that her father and I wouldn't approve of. Just goes to show that parents say one thing and mean something entirely different for themselves. I wonder if Jeanie senses my confusion?
At that moment she thought she saw Jeanie enter the room and head for the bathroom. She looked somewhat disheveled and not at all very happy. She and Greg must have had a lover's spat. They will have it fixed up within the Hour she mused.
She had second thoughts about her last statement when she saw Greg's hardened face enter the living room. She had never seen him so agitated. His face looked as though it were chiseled from granite and his lips were pursed tightly. Must have been a real good one to put Greg in a mood like that.
All the times that he had been to the house his nature had always appeared somewhat docile and very mild-mannered. But tonight his whole image had changed. Whatever change took place it excited Mrs. Tuttle. She found herself watching his every move.
After his initial hellos Greg headed directly for the bar. The Tuttle household had long been one of those "free" zones where the kids could drink and not get hassled. As long as everyone got Mr. "T's" approval to drive when the evening's carousing was completed, no one ever said anything of the amount they consumed. Tonight was going to be a ball-buster, thought Greg. He'd had enough of Jeanie's fears. If he couldn't get laid, then he'd get drunk.
"Scotch and water," Greg ordered the bartender, "and don't be stingy with the scotch!"
While he waited for his drink Greg noticed Mrs. Tuttle crossing the room in his direction. She was wearing the same outfit as Jeanie except Mrs. T's dress was pale blue. It was obvious where Jeanie got her big tits, he thought, looking at her mother's ample cleavage. Even though she was as old as his own mother, Mrs. Tuttle had retained her figure well. There was even the same patch of white from the bikini top. For a moment Greg wondered if her nipples were as firm as Jeanie's.
"Greg," Mrs. Tuttle called over the noise of the stereo, "how did the dance go?"
"It was okay. We didn't like the band too much. Jeanie came in a little before me. Did you see her?"
Mrs. Tuttle looked deeply into Greg's face. She nodded her head yes. Each of them knew the other's mannerisms well, yet at this particular moment neither could tell exactly what the other was thinking. Greg suspected Mrs. T saw her daughter's messed-up dress, but wasn't saying anything; while Mrs. Tuttle was surprised to see Greg's eyes roaming down the open slash of her gown.
"Grab that tray of food, will you Greg, and help me set up the table by the pool."
The last remnant of scotch drained from the glass, Greg hefted the tray and followed outside. A large spread of meats and salad was arranged at the far end of the pool. Several boys and girls swam noisily about. The water splashed high covering him with a sudden wave.
"Hey you ass," screamed Greg, "cut the crap!"
The ferocity of Greg's outburst caught Mrs. T off-guard. Such a strong masculine power, her nerves felt ready to explode. Greg's body attracted her like a magnet. She wondered if he could sense the attraction she felt. She almost hoped he did, then maybe it would start his mind working.
"Set the tray over there," said Mrs. Tuttle as she motioned toward a red serving tray. "You can leave it there until we get the permanent table set up."
"This doesn't look too steady to me," Greg said looking at the rather dilapidated stand. "But if that's where you want it, that is where it goes."
Not more than a second after Greg had placed the tray on the table, it obviously began to lean to the right with no inclination to stop. They spotted it simultaneously and each lunged to save the elegantly prepared tray.
They collided with one another, spilling the contents over the patio. Looking into one another's eyes, the panic turned into laughter as they met the gleam in each other's gaze.
"That piece of salami looks really good on your shoulder, Greg," said Mrs. Tuttle giggling.
"Not any more so than that lettuce looks on your lap, Mrs. T," Greg said laughing.
"Well, we will leave this for the caterer to clean up. Come in the house, Greg, and I will sponge those spots off your suit."
"Sure thing, Mrs. Tuttle. My mom would be pretty ragged if I showed up in a grease-spotted new suit."
Mrs. Tuttle slipped her arm through Greg's as she guided him into the house.
"We will go up into the upstairs bathroom so as not to tie up the one downstairs that the guests are using," she said politely trying to hide her excitement.
"It isn't really that big a spot. I could do it myself," Greg said, not wanting to draw that much attention to himself.
"I wouldn't hear of it, Greg. You are my guest and I want you to feel completely at ease. Just turn right at the end of the hall and I'll be with you in a moment. I have to get some spot remover from the hall closet."
Greg slowly walked down the hall looking for the bathroom. He walked in and sat down on the John. The scotch and water he hastily had drunk before joining Mrs. Tuttle was beginning to take effect.
He hadn't eaten too much at the dance so he was really starting to feel a warmth spreading over his body. He liked to feel his body tingling, especially his groin. He always seemed to feel it there first. It was a good feeling, like a thousand needles slightly pricking your skin.
"Here we are, Greg. We will get that big one on your shoulder first."
"This is certainly nice of you Mrs. Tuttle," Greg said with a somewhat over-friendly tone to his voice.
"I wish you would call me Kathryn. All my friends do and I certainly consider you a friend. I really do hate formalities, especially when it comes to names."
"Okay Kathryn," Greg said somewhat chuckling.
She assembled her sponge and remover and stood face to face with him. She reached up to his shoulder and began lightly rubbing the spot.
Even though her breasts appeared firm as they emerged from her low-cut dress they began quivering as her arm moved back and forth on Greg's shoulder. Greg looked down to see their jelly-like movement and felt a rush of blood flowing to his groin.
Only her nipples were barely touching him. He wanted to feel more of them. He wanted to grab one in his hand and squeeze it till it looked as though it would pop. He tried to remind himself that this woman was Jeanie's mother, but it did not seem to soften his growing erection.
Kathryn reached down to apply more remover to her sponge. She caught her breath as she noticed the growth in Greg's pants. What now? She wanted to bite it with her mouth this instant. Maybe she could excite him a little more, subtly of course, and he would be the aggressive one.
"This spot is a little deeper than I thought. Guess I'll have to apply a bit more elbow grease." With this statement she pressed herself into the front of his body and almost felt his dick grow another two inches.
Between her hot breasts digging into his chest and the scotch flowing through his body he was just barely hanging on to his morality. To hell with my morality, he thought. My prick wasn't good enough for Jeanie but I bet her mother wouldn't mind it one bit.
Kathryn, as though she had just read Greg's mind, took her right knee and placed it underneath Greg's balls. She gently pushed up with her knee until she felt the softness of the saggy skin give underneath the pressure.
Greg placed his hand on Kathryn's shoulder for support, but his fingers had a mind of their own, and they soon kneaded her bronze tan skin. She shook her hair and instinctively a moan slipped out from her lips, "Mmmmmm, that feels good."
She-likes it, thought Greg, and if she-likes it then tonight is the night she's going to have it."
His hands now both gripped her shoulders and the slow pressure of his fingers became deliberate and he moved her body closer against his own. Kathryn let herself fall against the young boy's chest. The balloons of her tits squashed beneath her dress. Her knee rolled further into Greg's groin, but now his body no longer waited to be touched.
"It's good we get these stains out now," she sighed. "There is so much grease in those meats."
"Is the other spot as bad as my shoulder? I would sure hate to ruin my suit the first time I wear it."
Mrs. T took the cue and without hesitation kneeled in front of Greg. His legs spread to accommodate her torso as she peered at the hard tube pulsing beneath the grease stain.
Dumping more cleaner in her rag, she laid her palm against his erection.
"Think you can rub it out?" said Greg.
"I can try," laughed Kathryn, knowing at last her fantasy sexual life was about to become real. As she twisted the fabric she could feel his enlarging member. Its length had swollen until she could no longer take it all in one hand. Without waiting to be asked she grabbed the shaft with one hand and continued to rub the cleaning cloth over the aching head.
She's doing it, thought Greg. I dig the way she's got me strapped in. Moving my dick on the hair of my leg. I wish I didn't have these fucking jockey shorts on. If I get any harder either my pants are going to rip or my cock will break.
"I think I'd better open your fly up a bit so I can get a better grip on the stain," smiled Kathryn. But she didn't wait for the reply. Her frantic fingers tore at his belt and pants. I want his cock. I want his cock. Over and over the words raced through her brain. Mr. T never appreciated my enthusiasm, she thought. If he'd only let me I would drain him of every drop of come he has in his body.
She reached inside his trousers and placed her hand beneath the stain, being sure to include his erection in her grasp. By quickly flicking her wrist she imparted that final bit of pressure necessary to raise Greg's cock clear out of his underpants. Now it was just her hand and his prick. Squeezing first one finger, then the other, then dragging her fingernails slowly along its length, Kathryn felt the tiny drops of liquid beginning to seep out. She looked up into Greg's smiling face.
"I want this Greg," she gasped. "I want your beautiful dick jammed down my throat. I want to cry with you shoving it up my ass. Fuck me Greg. Fuck me like you've never fucked Jeanie!"
"That won't be hard," he laughed, but Mrs. T didn't get the joke. Greg locked his fingers in her hair and pulled her eager mouth onto his prick. The experienced lips parted to form a wet circle that chewed its way down the length of his cock. With a gasp she quickly raised her head, allowing the red rim head to almost fall from her mouth, then suddenly reversing her motion twisted her teeth lightly down again.
"Oh shit, I'm going to come," Greg moaned. "Please make me come in your mouth and then I'll come anywhere that you want me to."
"You're going to come all right, in my mouth and in my ass," Kathryn stated proudly.
She placed her left hand on his balls and put her right hand at the base of his prick. As her mouth slid up and down the long pole her hands would be working their own territory.
Jeanie had never been able to suck like this, Greg thought. If she had he might not have ever wanted to fuck her. Even if Kathryn was as old as his mother, as long as she did work this good, she still had a place in his life.
As her mouth raced faster and faster up and down Greg's huge rod, she could feel his balls begin to pull up into his body. She knew his time was not far off. It would only take a few more strokes and his thick come would be in her mouth.
Greg started to moan and his body stiffened down on Kathryn's shoulders. Now was the time to start sucking at his prick, that would really send him off.
Just as he felt his come surging into his cock she began sucking the end, pumping up and down with her free hands. Greg came into her mouth with such force that she gagged, unable to swallow it fast enough.
Greg fell to the floor unable to fully realize the intensity of what he had just experienced. But it felt so good that he knew he wanted to feel it again before leaving this lovely lady.
Kathryn was going to see to that. Greg had no sooner ejaculated than she began sucking his limp organ. Frantic with desire she started pumping him desperately. Greg being a very young man it only took him minutes to recover and renew his interest in partnering Kathryn.
She felt him becoming hard again. "Greg, take your finger and put it in my cunt. Am I wet enough?" she asked, knowing the answer before she asked.
"I've never seen anyone this wet before."
Greg marveled at the juice visibly oozing from her hole.
"Take your finger and move my cream from my cunt to my ass. I want to be fucked in the ass. I've never wanted to be fucked there until I felt your prick. It was shaped to be used in my ass. You've got to make my ass wet."
"I'll make you wet my way and your way," Greg moaned.
First he did as Kathryn asked. He took his middle finger and smoothly slid it from her cunt to her butt hole. He repeated this over and over making sure that he took a finger full of juice each time. She was crying with pleasure and Greg sensed she was ready for his way.
He kneeled beside her outstretched body and gently turned her over onto her stomach. Then he placed himself on top of her with his head at her ass and his prick hanging down between her shoulder blades.
Slowly he dragged his hardened cock down her spine while repeating, "Think of this cock being inside your ass, Kathryn."
Greg had never fucked anybody in the ass before but he sure as hell thought about it a lot. It would be exciting to know how different it felt from the regular way. Probably a little tight at first, but once you get in, it must feel good and snug.
Kathryn lay quietly on her stomach thinking what a beautiful evening it had turned out to be. She was thinking a great deal more about how hard Greg's prick was even though he had already come once before. She had been correct in thinking he was one-hundred percent a man.
Just then she felt his body change position and a new sensation enter her body. It was too small to be his prick but it was gently pushing against her ass-hole. Damn, it must be his tongue! The next minute she knew it to be true for he began to lick her ass with his wet tongue.
"Greg, Greg," Kathryn groaned, "I've had enough, I can't go on any further this way. I've got to feel the real thing. You don't know how I've waited to have you do this. Please, now."
Just to be the slightest bit mean Greg began jabbing up her cunt with his finger, hoping to push her further up the road of happiness.
"Greg! Right now stick your dick in me or I'll explode in front of you," Kathryn screamed.
Greg took his prick in hand and aimed in at Kathryn's back hole. It was dripping with her cunt juice and Greg's slobber and with little resistance accepted his cock half-way.
Desire began to take over Greg's mind. He nimbly stuffed his peter into the now enlarging hole. He was almost completely in as could be attested to by Kathryn's loud groans.
Wanting to feel himself outside her body then consumed, he withdrew his cock, leaned back and plunged himself into her fuzzy ass-hole.
Kathryn yelled with pleasure as she felt her body come the instant of his entry. Never in her life had she arrived so quickly. Her whole being shook with joy and she realized that she was yet to feel Greg's come squirt into herself.
Kathryn's obvious climax heightened his desire and he felt himself start to shudder as his seed climbed to the end of his rod.
With the next plunge he spurted forth and Kathryn melted from his body with another surging orgasm.
They both moaned as Greg dropped his body weight onto Kathryn. Neither of them had ever experienced such a profound lovemaking session. There was not an ounce of passion left in their souls.
"You were unbelievable Greg. In all my years of married life no one has ever made me feel as you just did. I'm not even ashamed. Does that frighten you?"
"I don't know what to think. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. So much has gone on tonight I'm totally confused."
"It just felt so good that is all I can think about. Jeanie is a lucky girl even if she is my daughter."
"Your daughter isn't what you think. She is a virgin as far as I know. After all this time she has never gone all the way with me. I was really worried that I just wasn't very good as a lover but you've made me believe in myself again. You made me feel like a man, a real man."
Things returning to reality Kathryn found herself feeling out of place. Here they were talking about her virgin daughter. Sure that Greg had not meant for that piece of information to reach her ears, she got up and silently began putting on her clothes.
Greg sensed her embarrassment and tried to soothe things over. "You were really great and I'll always remember tonight. Would it sound funny if I said thank you?"
Recovering her poise Kathryn said, "No, it wouldn't sound funny Greg. I guess we can blame it on the situation we both seem to be in. I know what frustration feels like and it isn't pleasant. I know that I enjoyed it too much and hope I can keep myself in control and not think about continuing our sexual relationship."
Greg began to feel uncomfortable at the sincerity in Mrs. Tuttle's voice and quickly finished dressing.
"I just don't know Mrs. Tuttle. My head is really screwed on backwards. Maybe we can talk a little later. I just don't know." Greg's voice wandered off as he walked out of the bathroom and down the hall.
Kathryn stood up and felt Greg's come running down the inside of her weakened thighs. She pulled her dress up and sat on the John. As she reached for some tissue paper to clean herself up she wondered if she would ever feel Greg's sweet cock in her bunghole again.
It would certainly be strained until they worked something out. Their one-time simple relationship had gone through drastic changes this last hour. They had explored one another too deeply to be passing friends.
Deep in her heart she knew that she wanted more of what had gone on tonight. She would never again be satisfied with her husband's lovemaking.
She hadn't had the pleasure of feeling his big dick in her cunt yet and that thought would haunt her until the time when she could once again lure him into her womb.
Even though Greg was her daughter's boyfriend it didn't curb her passion. Jeanie wasn't woman enough to handle the manhood that Greg had so readily shown that he possessed.
What should my next move be? Is it possible for me to act as though nothing had ever happened, hoping that the remembrance of tonight would stir him to seek me out.
She finished wiping the sticky fluid from her bottom and pulled her panties up onto her hips. He would have to try and see her again, he just had to.
Kathryn left the bathroom and slowly walked downstairs.
CHAPTER THREE
Since the night of the prom Greg had hardly spoken to Jeanie. He made little effort to see her, and she wondered if he would ever speak to her again. Their whole reality hung on those terrible memories of parking beside the road. Would he ever understand the terror raking her consciousness each time his throbbing organ neared her cunt?
"Hello Mrs. Kelly," Jeanie said into the phone. "This is Jeanie Tuttle. Is Greg at home?
"Yes he is dear. Hold on a minute while I get him. We haven't seen too much of you lately. Is everything all right between you two?"
Jeanie fought back the urge to cry. How could anybody understand anything if she and Greg weren't talking. She longed to lose herself in his arms, to have his swollen prick pressing against her. If only he would take time to help her through this difficult period.
"Hello," said Greg, and nothing else.
"Greg, I've got to see you."
"What for," he replied without emotion.
"Greg, please don't be so hard on me. I'm trying to make myself the way you want me, but I can't be that way without your help.
"I'm so sick of the thought of the other night. Every time I am alone I feel you going inside. One thing in me says yes. I want to jam your cock deeper and deeper, but then I get scared. What would we do if I got pregnant? Do you ever think of that?"
What a dope I am, thought Greg. I can't even face her. It's not that I'm ashamed of making it with her mother, but how could I ever make her accept my fucking. I don't even know if I want her. No, that's not true. If I could I'd like to try and go easier, but it's too late for that now.
"Are you still there?" Jeanie questioned.
"Jeanie, I don't know what to tell you. I'm so mixed up now there doesn't seem to be any place to start. Why do you want me to help after the scene we had in the car?"
"I realize my love, that part of the trouble is with me," Jeanie began to cry. "I might pretend it's all your fault when it happens, but as soon as I'm alone, and there's nobody around to fool, I can see that most of the tension comes from inside my head.
"These past weeks without you were unbearable. I tried to talk with mother, but even she avoids me. I know that we can work things out, just give me a chance to show you how much I want this to happen."
Greg flashed on Mrs. Tuttle. What a night that had been. All those things he'd never done. All the caresses he'd dreamed of giving to Jeanie.
I doubt if Jeanie could ever be as good as her mother. The way her mouth gobbled up my come. I really flipped when it came gushing out her mouth. Even when she was choking on the stuff, she tried to stuff some more back inside. Jeanie's plaintive voice brought him back to reality.
"Can't you say anything," she cried.
"I'm sorry. I was just thinking of what you were saying. There is a lot we have to work out."
"The thing that matters most, my love, is whether you want to work it out. Do you? Do you Greg?"
He held the phone tightly to his ear. What could he do. He wanted to help Jeanie, but at the same time he wanted more from her mother. If he said yes to Jean, there would be no guarantee the next night in the car would be any better than the last. Her mother obviously wanted more. She had all but begged him for another round the night of the party. It was just so fucking complicated, but then, nothing worth doing was easy. Why worry about one or the other. He'd do them both!
"Are you doing anything tonight?" he asked.
"I can get away for a few hours after dinner," she replied.
"Meet me in the graveyard about seven-thirty. I'll bring some blankets and coke. We can talk about it more then."
Talk about it. Sure they could talk about it, but sooner or later she'd either have to ball him or they would be finished. Greg thought Jeanie realized this, and in her own odd way she did, but Jeanie called it making love and saw the whole matter as overcoming fear.
Mrs. Tuttle noticed her daughter huddled into the corner of the library with the phone. That was the place she always went to talk with Greg. It was very difficult to hear anything she said. Kathryn's ass had ached several days after Greg did her in the bathroom, and her husband couldn't understand all the baths she'd been taking.
There in the water she soothed her distorted hole, washing waves of warmth against the tender skin. It wanted stretching, she thought, but her husband was too tired to try anything like that. He liked to fuck her when the mood struck, otherwise she was expected to wait.
If she ever became the least bit aggressive, he would get uptight and ask her if there was something wrong. Something wrong! The only thing wrong was his lousy dick. The thing never got hard but once a month.
Sitting in the tub she'd dream of Greg's prick digging into her ass-hole. The orgasms she had shorted every nerve in her body. It wasn't the feeling a woman wanted to forget, or forego. Greg would be hers again, even if she had to set the whole thing up. His cock was going to plunge into her cunt, and sooner than anyone knew.
"Kate," called her husband, "have you seen the key to the garage?"
"It's hanging in the kitchen, dear," she replied.
"Why don't you come out and work in the yard for a while," he said, "might make you feel a little better. You're not going to take another bath, are you?"
She continued on upstairs without answering. Standing in front of the mirror, there in the bathroom, on the floor where she sucked Greg, she let her hands play down across her tits. They weren't as firm as Jeanie's but they were fuller and still had beautifully shaped nipples.
During her college years she still remembered the way the other girls enviously looked at her breasts in the locker room. One girl even tried to approach her but she couldn't see going down with another girl.
She grasped her nipple between her fingers and began rolling it back and forth. Her pink nipple erected and her cunt began to tingle. She lowered herself to the floor and began massaging both breasts in a circular motion.
It felt so good, but would feel so much better if her hands were Greg's. She would pretend they were as her hands began roaming further down her midriff.
Her hands reached the hair-covered mound she knew so well. It was shaped nicely as she looked down at the platformed darkness. She slid her fingers into the thick lips and felt the warm wetness starting to seep from within her body.
Placing her middle finger on her clitoris, she put her palm on the fleshy folds surrounding her clit and began to grind her hand. She hadn't beaten herself off in years, but Greg had renewed her interest in sexual pleasure to the point that she had to make herself come or go crazy from desire.
Her erection became harder and her palm began to work faster as she felt her body reaching performance stage. Her hips worked in the opposite direction of her hand. She was almost there.
"Kathryn, are you coming out into the yard or not," shouted her husband from downstairs.
What a time for him to want information, she thought. In a quivering voice she yelled, "I'll be with you in a moment."
"I can't wait around all day. What the hell are you doing up there all this time?"
"What a fuckhead," she mumbled, still trying to maintain the intensity of her oncoming climax.
She began beating at her crotch, frantically trying to make herself come before he started beating on the bathroom door. It was too late to stop. She had to finish or she would ache all day.
"I'm going to make it," she sighed as her hand clutched her cunt and those familiar waves of electricity rummaged her body. "In spite of his yelling, I made it," she panted.
"Kathryn, what's going on?" Tom said while beating on the door. "I've been waiting for you for twenty minutes. The bathroom can't be that interesting."
Too placid to yell what she really thought, she politely replied, "I'll be there in one second. I felt a little faint. Just been rinsing my face in cool water. I feel much better-be with you in a moment."
Seeming satisfied with this explanation, Tom Tuttle sauntered down the stairs and out into the yard.
Her passions momentarily filled, Kathryn started to think about Jeanie's phone call. Maybe she could inquire about what it was, using motherly concern as an excuse for being nosy. That is what she would do all right. She would go find Jeanie this very instant.
"Jeanie," she called coming down the stairs. "Jeanie, are you still here?"
In the library Jeanie hung up the phone and listened to her mother coming down the stairs. It seemed somehow odd that her mother should decide to speak with her at just the moment she finally got in touch with Greg. Her mind quickly raced through a series of excuses she would make later tonight when she'd leave to go to the graveyard.
"I'm in here, Mother, in the library."
"Was that Greg, dear?" said Kathryn pretending not to know. When Jeanie nodded yes, she continued, "I've noticed you two weren't spending too much time together. Is there something going on that I can help with?"
Her daughter shook her head and said, "We've just had some other things to do this past week. There's nothing wrong. As a matter-of-fact, we're going to go to the movies later tonight."
A sudden sinking sensation caught Kathryn unaware. She managed to cover the light-headedness by dropping to a nearby chair. It was all very neat. Jeanie didn't notice a thing, and yet, behind the composed facade of her mother's face, dark amber thoughts of heaving bodies, come, and Greg's prick raced past her mind's eye.
"When you see him, ask if he'd come over tomorrow and help me move some of those trunks out of the attic.
"What are you going to do with them?" asked her daughter.
"I've been thinking about giving them to the local polio clinic. Last week your father and I met a doctor from there who said they needed boxes and trunks to make toys. So as long as they're doing us no good, I figured we might as well get rid of the clutter."
Her daughter seemed as open to Kathryn's explanation as her mother was to the story about the movies. The two stared briefly at each other, then started to leave.
"Have a good time tonight, Jeanie," said her mother, but what she really meant was, save some for me.
CHAPTER FOUR
Dinner was late. In spite of his efforts to get out of the house by seven, the clock was already pushing eight when he slammed the screen door shut and raced across the lawn. Earlier in the afternoon he stashed two blankets and some soft drinks in his car. He grabbed the supplies and continued running across the field beside his house.
Just his fucking luck, he thought. Any other night I would have been done by six, but the night I'm supposed to meet Jeanie mother decides to make a damned roast. If she freaks because I'm not there waiting for her, she might go home. That would be a lousy fucking thing to happen. I might not have her this receptive for a long while. I really didn't expect her to call.
The sun settled below the trees while cool early summer bugs began their nightly conversations. Greg ran most of the way, but as he neared the graveyard, he slowed his pace down to a fast walk. Wouldn't be right to let her think he was too anxious. If ever there was a watchword for tonight's activities it was, "slow and steady wins the race."
Climbing over the fence he turned to the right and headed for the older, less obvious, section of the grounds. Hidden there beneath the sheltering branches of a tall old pine Jeanie waited.
She worried as the minutes passed that Greg had changed his mind about coming. Maybe he figured it was going to be another "scene" and he decided not to show. She wouldn't blame him if he didn't come, after all their last parting was anything but pleasant. What a waste it would be though, tonight wasn't going to be like that at all.
She had weighed the pros and cons and made a final decision. She would fuck Greg come hell or high water. She just didn't care anymore. Morality this, morality that, none of it really seemed to make sense so why not do what felt natural.
Jeanie noticed her hands sweating and nervously tried to wipe them down trje side of her dress. Greg must not know how important this is.
"I've got to act casual," she whispered. Casual, ha! She had just spent an hour in her mother's most expensive bubble bath, had her black lace underwear on and Greg was supposed to think she was casual. Oh well, maybe he would think she was just excited at the prospect of their lovemaking.
Greg came silently up behind her. "Hi, Jeanie."
She jumped and turned around. "Greg, I thought you weren't coming."
"I tried to make it here on time, but my mother decided to cook a roast. We didn't get through till just a few minutes ago. I got here soon as I could."
Jeanie knew he was telling the truth. They had their secrets but hardly ever lied to each other. If he didn't want to be here he would not have come. It really didn't matter that he was late now that he'd arrived.
Greg spread the blankets on the soft cover of pine needles. The two of them sank down, close but not really touching. For a few moments they just looked into each other's eyes.
"I don't know where to start," Jeanie began. "Ever since the other night I've torn my mind apart trying to figure which one of us is right.
You know that wanting you is not the problem. I've longed for you inside me since the first time I held your thing in my mouth.
"It throbbed and felt so huge. I wanted to have it tear my virginity apart, to have it pump my womb full of your come. You'll probably never know how badly I ached."
"If you think I don't know how it feels, Jeanie, you're wrong," Greg retorted. "It takes two to fuck, and every time you got hot then stopped, I had to stop. Any agony you had to bear was mine also, 'cause it was my cock about ready to explode."
"Please," she begged, "Let's not fight or be cruel to one another. I've had enough of harsh words and doubts. I came here tonight to try and make up for all our past trouble."
"I came here for the same reason," said Greg. "I'm too mentally exhausted to continue punishing you or myself the way we've been doing these past weeks. I know there were moments I went crazy, but it was only because I wanted you so badly."
The growing lump between Greg's legs gave ample proof of how badly he wanted her. Jeanie spied the enlarging member. She tried to restrain her hands, but the time of restraint was over. Her arms reached out. One hand opened on his face and she gently closed his eyes with her fingertips. The other hand secured his erection firmly, and he moaned as she. squeezed his tense rod.
"This is what I want," whispered Jeanie.
The words sounded vaguely like her mother's but Greg stifled the urge to tell Jeanie of the similarities. Jeanie's hands were less knowing, but what they lacked in experience, they made up in desire. The turgid muscle pulsed beneath her palm. She let her heavy eyelids fall shut as every ounce of concentration went into feeling his dick in her hand.
"I've been so worried, Greg, of getting pregnant. I'm sure that's why I had such a difficult time going all the way. Have you ever thought what we'd do if I had a baby?"
By this time Greg wasn't thinking of anything. Rational thought proved impossible once he felt the blood rushing to his cock. Jeanie's slow stroking palm dominated his mind. There was no worry, no conception, nothing but the growing strain. He stretched out further on the blanket and drew his right forearm over his head.
Let the little lady treat herself for awhile, he thought. No one's going to rush her into anything. If she wants it, she can show me how much.
Jeanie picked up on his lead and lay down beside him. Her long hair fell across Greg's face. She lay very still except for the twisting of her hand on his erection. Only the thin veil of her hair separated their lips. She could sense his excitement as each stroke brought greater tension and thickness to his member.
"I'll do anything for you, Greg," she sighed, "anything you want, just ask."
He wouldn't have to ask, she was already doing it. Greg smiled to himself. The bubble bath smell of her body scented the air about them and he thought for a moment of Kathryn. She had the same odor that night in the bathroom. These memories stimulated his desire even more. It got to be very difficult to just lie there letting Jeanie do all the work.
I've got to go slow. He remembered those other nights when her passion grew then suddenly disappeared in accusations and doubts. That wasn't going to happen again. He'd get her so hot she'd never refuse.
Greg gently reached over and placed his hand over her full breast. He didn't move his fingers, only let the warmth from his hand penetrate the material and make her think of how good it would feel when his fingers did decide to work. Her breast began squirming underneath his hand, begging for his fingers to work away at her fleshy tit.
"Oh, Greg, squeeze my tit the way you used to," she whimpered.
Hearing her words verbalize the action sent a new sensation of desire through his hard-on. Ever so gently he moved his fingers into her breast.
"Jeanie, let me take off your clothes. I want to do it myself without any help from you."
"Yes, yes," she sighed, "take my clothes off. I'm yours to do anything you want."
Greg helped Jeanie to her knees and he slowly unzipped the back of her dress. As the dress parted down the back he saw the black band tightly stretched across her white back. It sent chills through him. He liked to see sexy things on chicks.
He turned her body around to face his and was surprised to see her breasts heaving out of the low-cut bra.
"Shit, Jeanie, your tits look so big tonight."
"Just unfasten me and watch them grow even more," she chided.
Greg put his arms under her arms and fumbled for the hooks on the back of her bra. As he undid the hooks Jeanie arched back so that her huge breasts were underneath his chin. As the bra fell loose at the back, he saw the large pear-shaped objects fall loose. He took the straps and pulled them from her shoulders.
The bra was off and Greg stared at her beautifully shaped tits. Her nipples were pale brown with sharp points at the end. He placed his hands on her hips and slowly leaned his mouth down to suck their beauty.
Jeanie watched his mouth consume her and felt him suck the pointed nipple down his throat. He wanted to suck them both at the same time and was frustrated that he could only do one at a time. So was Jeanie.
As his mouth worked on the upper part of her body, his hand sought the fur love ball. First he felt her through her pants. Even though she had panties on, he could still feel the gummy juice permeating the black nylon.
"Jeanie, let me eat you," Greg said, forgetting that he was supposed to be approaching her with the utmost caution.
Jeanie's body momentarily stiffened. "Oh, Greg, maybe you wouldn't like that part of me. You told me once that you had never done that sort of thing. Have you?"
"No," Greg lied. "But, Jeanie, nothing seems wrong to do to your body." His mind flashed back to Jeanie's own bathroom and his licking her mother's ass-hole.
"I want you to have anything you want tonight and if that includes eating me then do it." Jeanie said the words but she was uneasy about the whole thing. It seemed kind of dirty. But tonight was not the night to say no to Greg. She had promised him everything.
Ever since the night Greg had eaten Kathryn he had been craving to repeat the act. He slid Jeanie's panties down her long slender legs.
Then he saw what he was completely after. Jeanie had the softest hair he'd ever felt on a girl's cunt. The hair was so fine and curly. Eating her would be a pleasure for sure.
He took his fingers and spread her swollen lips apart. There in the moonlight he could see her tiny clitoris waiting for his tongue. As his tongue struck her erection Jeanie jumped from the sensation.
The more his tongue licked the more uptight she became. It felt good but it shouldn't. I can't let myself enjoy this sort of thing, she thought.
"Tell me how good my tongue feels licking your cunt, Jeanie."
The choice of words Greg chose to use made Jeanie's heart sink even lower. He sounded dirty. She didn't want him to be doing this but if she said stop that would spell the end. She would tell him she wanted to feel his thing inside her. That would make him stop.
"Greg, I want to feel you inside of me. That's what I've really been thinking about."
Greg, a little rattled by her lack of enthusiasm, moved his tongue up to her stomach and dropped his weight on her. Then without any warning, his body kept moving up until his cock was hanging in Jeanie's face.
"Make me just a little harder before I go inside you," Greg said. "I want to be as big as I can so you'll feel what a man I am. Eat me, Jeanie, like you've never done before."
Greg perched over her on all fours, felt her mouth go down on his throbbing rod. Jeanie was good but her mother was hard to beat. Kathryn used her hands to help her mouth but Jeanie seemed to rely on her mouth only.
Greg wasn't complaining though. He was getting more ass now than ever before. One certainly couldn't call Jeanie's ass inferior.
He lost control for a moment and almost came. "Stop, Jeanie," he cried. "I think we'd better go on."
All this time Jeanie had been getting more uptight. She could feel her cunt drying out. Now she was scared that Greg couldn't get inside of her.
"This is it, Jeanie. I'm going to stick my cock in so hard you'll never forget it." Greg put his prick at her opening and threw his body into her tight pussy.
Even before Jeanie screamed he knew something had gone wrong. He felt the skin on his cock strain as if there were a hand holding him back.
Fuck, he thought. She's nervous. Now what do I do?
"I'm sorry, Greg. I was thinking so much about doing a good job on you that I stopped thinking about my own body. Just take your finger and do me the way you always have done. That will make me wet I know."
Greg would have really been pissed if Jeanie's voice had not been so pathetic. After all he had been through this before and ft was her first time around.
"All right, baby face, you just lie back and relax and I'll make you good and wet before I put myself in you." He was disappointed. His cock had been so ready and now he would have to wait.
His finger caressed the lips around her cunt. That always seemed to get her going. He felt the wetness returning to the dry hole. Good. She was going to make it after all.
Jeanie surprised him with a held-back favor. She spit onto her palms and grabbed his prick. Her hands full of saliva slid easily up and down his now-hardening organ. She put his cock between her index and middle finger, leaving her hand to mash his balls into his body with each downstroke.
This was a new experience for Greg. She had never manipulated him this way before. Her hand felt experienced and Greg wondered where she had picked up the trick. Well, he wouldn't wonder now. It was all feeling too good.
"Greg I'm ready this time. I can almost feel you now. Hurry!"
Greg ripped his finger out of her dripping hole and moved his cock towards her warm wetness. It seemed forever until he made that first plunge into her virgin cunt.
There was no restriction, he flowed into her as if she were sucking him in. He wanted to put his whole body into her; she was too much.
Her hips were churning, forcing her clitoris to reach up to Greg's thrusting stick. There had been so much foreplay that neither of them could last very long. Their orgasm began building together. They both became frantic as that new feeling began to spread through their bodies. Jeanie clawed unconsciously at Greg's back hoping to drain every ounce of come he had in him.
They had fucked. It had been good. They both lay back very pleased as if each one had given the other a special gift.
"Greg, if I had known it was going to be so good I would have never said no. It was so good. I don't know how I ever lived without it. Was it good for you too?"
Taking a superior tone Greg said, "Of course it was good. I can't imagine it ever feeling bad."
"With just anybody it would be this good," Jeanie said sounding quite wounded.
Greg realized what he had said. "No, I didn't mean it that way. I meant to say it could never be bad with you." Greg felt somewhat ashamed for making that last statement. He really thought it didn't make a damn bit of difference who the chick was as long as she knew a few tricks.
After you started getting excited who could think of a name or face. All he could think of was his over-sized prick. He guessed girls were different, but then Kathryn couldn't possibly love him or anything like that. She just thought his body was terrific and let it go at that.
"Greg, what are you thinking about? You look a thousand miles away. That's not the way you're supposed to act after the first time we make love."
"I was just thinking back about how good you were," he stammered.
"Thanks, you weren't so bad yourself," she giggled. "Boy, if my mother knew the movie we saw tonight, she'd have a fit. If she even thought about me making love to you she would have a cow."
Yeh, for all the wrong reasons, Greg thought. "She would be jealous as hell," Greg let slip. "What!"
"Oh, nothing, let's go. It's getting late and your parents will start to worry."
They picked up the blanket and left the memorable graveyard, each in his own separate thoughts about the other.
Greg was beginning to realize the position he had put himself in and Jeanie was thinking about her old fear of pregnancy.
They would each sleep restlessly tonight as they were soon to find out.
CHAPTER FIVE
Greg held Jeanie tight against him as they strolled home. It was easier not to say anything to her if she were pressed so close. Beside, he thought, she'll figure I am too happy to say anything if I give her a hug every now and then.
Jeanie knew this had not been the "perfect" first time, but then, not many things turn out the way you'd like. Both of them had reached spectacular orgasms. Even now as they walked home she could feel the sticky glue dripping out her hole, but there was an unmistakable tension behind their lovemaking. For her, it was the specter of getting pregnant, that old fear which gnawed her pleasure away and left a bitter aftertaste in her mouth.
"Is there anything wrong, Greg?" she said as they turned into her yard. He shook his head no.
Mrs. Tuttle broke into a broad smile when she stepped out the front door. Unable to sleep she told her husband that she was going for a walk. He was too busy with records to really notice what she said, so out the door she went, only to walk right into Greg and Jeanie.
"Have a good time at the movies?" she greeted them and smiled.
"It was all right," replied Greg. "I wouldn't recommend it though."
"This is somewhat lucky," laughed Kathryn. "Did Jeanie mention helping me with the trunks tomorrow?"
"I'm so tired I forgot, Mom. Why don't you tell Greg yourself." Jeanie turned and said her farewell, then left her mother and the boy alone on the steps.
"That was rather sudden of her. Did you two get along all right?" asked Mrs. T.
"We had a good time," said Greg not really wanting to explain any more. However, his reluctance was not matched by Kathryn who pursued the subject until he could do nothing but admit he had just fucked her no-longer-virgin daughter.
Kathryn suggested they walk away from the house. Greg followed as she led him around the corner and into the shadows by the pool. Confusion over Jeanie rapidly faded with his rising curiosity for Mrs. T's aims. They at last stopped far from view of the house. Through the darkness Greg could see Kathryn nervously shifting her weight from side to side.
"Did you like fucking her?" Kathryn asked, savoring the obvious embarrassment her candid inquiries caused Greg.
"Yeh, I liked fucking your daughter," Greg returned. "She was kind of tight and dry at first, but then I fingered her till she was dripping."
Greg studied Kathryn's face for some hint of pain. He wanted to hurt her. He didn't like the way she made him feel. He didn't like the inferior quality about himself which he felt in her presence. How could a woman come right out and ask him if he liked fucking her daughter!
The thought of Greg's large penis stroking in and out of her daughter's cunt set Mrs. Tuttle afire. With any other man she would have been angered or intimidated, but with Greg there was only the increased urgency of her own desire.
I've abandoned myself with this boy, she thought, in ways I never even mentioned to my husband. Why should I feel intimidated because he happens to be also my daughter's lover. If anything it turns me on. I wonder if she screamed when that big prick of his tore into her maidenhead. If her vagina is anything like my ass-hole, she'll be taking as many baths as me.
Spotlighted by the moon, Kathryn's eyes glowed into Greg's body. His rapid increase in breathing triggered her hopes for another performance. Her jacket hung across one shoulder, and she rested her weight on one leg.
Greg knew he was being studied. It didn't bother him as much now though. He knew he was going to fuck Kathryn tonight, and his mind was clearing itself of all other extraneous matters. He liked the way she stood before him, confident and ready.
They had only to reach out and touch one another, but neither person moved. Instead they faced each other and breathed deeply. The chills crept up from their feet and swept through their bodies. They smiled and choked back the giggles trying to break through.
"Tell me what you'd like me to do Kathryn."
She laughed, he was giving her some of her own medicine. What would she like him to do. There was only one thing she wanted and that was his cock in her twat.
"I want your prick in my hole," she said expectantly.
"Seems like the whole Tuttle household is after my dick tonight," Greg mused.
Kathryn reached beneath her skirt and stripped off her panties. She dangled them in front of Greg's nose. They smelled like she'd just taken a shit, and also like she was hot.
"Lift up your dress," said the boy.
Kathryn pulled the material up over her hips and tucked it into her belt. The white outline of her bikini bottom shone in the dark like a light, in the center of which glowed a dark ember.
"You smell like you're ready. Are you ready for my dick?"
Kathryn didn't have to speak. She turned and offered her rump to Greg who pulled down his fly mumbling, "What the lady wants, the lady gets."
Pulling the swollen joint out of his fly he stroked its length to revive the hidden power of its form. He liked to touch himself and he knew Kathryn's eyes would be following the progress of his efforts.
Stepping slightly closer he let his prick stand straight out from his body until its head barely nestled into her crack. By rising high on his toes then sinking to the flat of his feet, he dragged its tip from the bottom of her spine to the rim of her ass.
"You learn fast," Kathryn panted, as Greg's chilly hands attached themselves to her waist. She moved her rump in teasing ovals, slashing her hole quickly in one direction.
They continued in the strange dance of lust until Kathryn could no longer stand. Her legs trembled with urgency as she sank to her knees and licked the squirt hole at the end of Greg's dick.
"You wanted to know about your daughter," said Greg, as Mrs. Tuttle's mouth opened to accommodate the bulging head. "You wanted to hear how I fucked her tonight. Well I'll tell you, but I want your beautiful lips working my cock while I say how tight your daughter's cunt was.
"That's it, squeeze my balls. Jeanie did the same thing, but you feel so much better. Eat me but don't make me come. I want to shoot my second load of the night right into the cunt I missed last time I fucked you."
With these words Mrs. T gobbled a delightful mouthful and signaled Greg she approved. Her pussy ran rivers of receptive juice. Her mind reeled not knowing whether to concentrate on the swell of him in her mouth or the fire between her legs. Never had her body cried out for more. Greg must take her and soon. She would faint if he waited much longer.
She tried to pull him down with her, but he resisted and made her look up.
"You want my cock, Mrs. Tuttle," Greg said like a demon.
"You know I do," she replied, lavishing the organ in question with countless nips and kisses.
"Then tell me how much you want it, beg me to stick it in you. Tell me how. Beg me to fuck you."
"Oh please, Greg," Mrs. T cried, "don't play any more games with me. I've thought about you every minute since the party.
"Your prick is the only thing I've wanted. My ass-hole burned with its memory. Now please, put it in my cunt.
"I'm ready. You don't even have to touch me. Just fuck me, Greg. Fuck me or I'll eat this thing right off your body."
With that she seized his rod between her teeth and began to twist her head dangerously. Greg bolted upright. He grabbed her hair but did not pull her head from his groin for fear of tearing his cock. Visions of blood spurting out the ravaged organ, and Kathryn's mouth chewing on the once live flesh flashed before him.
"All right. All right," he gasped. "Let go and I'll do it."
Kathryn's teeth immediately released his shaft and her mouth drew back slowly, sucking the hardened dick and lapping its length with her tongue. The .rod fell out of her lips. She lay back on the grass. Her finger found its way to her cunt, where she searched for the tiny love button.
Greg didn't give her much chance to work out on herself before he took his cock and jammed it between her legs. Feeling a bit revengeful, he had every intention of fucking her to near death.
He threw his body into her with such force that her pubic bone felt as though it would enter his groin. Both their hairy mats were being mashed into each other.
Kathryn began deliriously moaning and Greg rightfully pumped all the harder. Her hips were moving in and out with such speed that Greg could no longer contain his seed. He was going to come before Kathryn was ready.
She felt his come enter her body. Confused by his sudden climax she was only momentarily disheartened. Hard or soft, she would come regardless.
She waited until his body recovered from the too-fast come.
"I'm really sorry," Greg said shamefully. "I had no idea I was so close. It just sneaked up on me."
"That's all right, you'll make me come anyway. You don't even have to be real hard. Your prick will be just fine even if you've got just a small hard-on."
This made Greg feel somewhat better. He was really shook up about how that one slipped out without his realizing it. Anyway, he would do his best not to let Kathryn down.
Kathryn put her legs up on Greg's shoulders. "Just stay in close to me and move that semi-hard prick in and out." Greg did as she asked, not daring to do otherwise. She was in charge this time around.
She could feel the loose skin on his cock dragging behind the actual bone. It met with her clitoris in a new way. Instead of a hard instrument, it was baby soft, caressing her button with just the right pressure.
Her breathing became faster and harder to match her writhing hips. Greg was letting her do most of the moving since he was confused as to just what was happening.
He thought women only dug hard-ons, but Kathryn was going wild over his only half-hard prick. Maybe all men couldn't do it but he seemed to have some kind of gold-studded cock that was exciting regardless of what shape it was in.
Greg sensed Kathryn starting to come as that old familiar shudder swept over her body. She clung on tighter and repeated, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," over and over.
For the first time Greg became disgusted. He looked down at the jerking old woman he had just made love to. Maybe it was because his passion had long since fled, but he was almost sick at his stomach as he saw them lying there. It was almost as if he were a third person looking down from a perch.
Kathryn lay there in her still sensated body as Greg got up and zipped his fly. She was still unconscious to her surroundings. Greg just wanted to get the hell out.
He was some bastard. Fucking Jeanie wasn't enough. He had to take her to the door and seduce her mother out in the back yard. This new awareness did not suit him particularly well. He wanted to vomit.
His sickened sadism got the best of him and he started to laugh uncontrollably. Kathryn woke from her climactic stupor and looked into his face to ask what was wrong.
"Greg, what has happened, what are you laughing for?"
"I'm laughing because we are sick people that are desperate for something we know nothing about."
"What do you mean?" she asked clinging to the leg of his pants.
"I mean the next time you want a big cock, go to your old man. You're not going to use me for my lovemaking again. I think you're really pitiful, Mrs. Tuttle.
"I'm just glad I realized what the hell was going on before you had me cornered into a real spot." With this he slowly walked away, ignoring Kathryn's pleas to make him understand.
He looked back only to see her black matted triangle staring at him in the moonlight.
CHAPTER SIX
The weeks passed and Greg did not bother to see either Jeanie or her mother. He didn't go back to help move trunks and he didn't call to say hello. The disgust which he felt was as much for himself as for the Tuttles, but that didn't lessen the pain.
His mother had taken notice of his sullen condition and assigned the reason to his not seeing Jeanie. She figured they had had a lover's spat and weren't talking it out. To
Greg's mother, no problem was so terrible that it couldn't be talked about.
"Greg, you ought to go over and see that girl," said his mother. "I've seen Mrs. Tuttle in the grocery market, and she always asks how you are."
No doubt, thought Greg. She probably wants me to move her trunk a little more. I don't see how I ever let myself get so fucked up. Jeanie wasn't asking for too much. All I could give her was a bad time.
"Greg, are you listening to me," his mother asked, irritated at not being able to reach him. "I go out of my way to try and help you and you just sit there.
"You've got to learn you just can't use people when you have need of their services, then dump them when YOU have to go."
Her emphasis of the "YOU" set Greg off on another self-incriminating rap. He had used Jeanie and Kathryn. Jeanie had a lot to be scared of, after all, she never made it with anyone before. And her mother, her mother just needed someone to play with. If he had to spend the rest of his life living with "Big Tom Tuttle" he'd probably be looking for a lover also.
"Oh, Mother, can't you see I didn't go out to hurt anyone. I haven't purposefully done things either to piss you off or hurt Jeanie."
"Can't you say what's bothering you, son?"
"No I can't say," he screamed. "Why won't you realize there are some problems in my life you can't help with! I am tired of having to explain all this shit I don't understand to people I wish would let me alone."
"Don't you talk to your mother in that tone of voice!" his mother reprimanded.
"Well then, let me alone to work this thing out myself. I know you are doing this because you love me, but there is nothing you can do. Just leave me alone."
Greg stalked up the stairs to his room and threw himself across the bed. There was no way out. He was trapped. The hot summer air weighed upon him, and he began stripping off his clothes.
Downstairs the phone rang. He could hear his mother answering it.
"Hello," said Mrs. Kelly.
"Mrs. Kelly, this is Jeanie Tuttle. Is Greg there?"
"Why yes he is," his mother replied. "Hold on a minute and I will get him."
Jeanie huddled into the library corner. She had just returned from the doctor. A small piece of pink paper rested loosely on her knee. She had been staring at it for the past hour. No one was home at the Tuttles' but herself, and for the past hour she had stared at the pink note.
Greg heard his mother call and began putting his clothes back on before going down to get the phone. He was surprised that Jeanie had called. He wondered for a moment why she would be so bold, then a slow burning panic spread through his frame.
"Yes," he said hesitantly into the receiver.
On the other end Jeanie's voice sounded wasted. "Greg, I've got to see you."
"Well we can get together later on if you want. I'm not going out tonight."
Jeanie's voice became insistent. "Greg, you don't understand. I've got to see you, now."
The way she said "now" struck terror in Greg's mind. Either she had discovered her mother had balled him or else she was pregnant. It had to be one or the other. He knew there was no other reason Jeanie would ever call him.
"I really don't think we've got too much to say to one another," he said, trying to bow out of the reality of the situation.
"We've got more than you think," Jeanie said, her voice quivering.
"Come on, Jeanie, it's finished between us," he said evasively. "I can't help it if the feelings don't exist any more."
"Oh, Greg, you just don't understand. None of that makes any difference anymore. I found out something terrible today. It's part your fault."
Greg's mind raced trying to guess which it was that she found out. If she were pregnant she was hanging on pretty good. If it was about his going down with her mother, she was more sad than angry.
"You're not making any sense, Jeanie. What is part my fault? Quit playing cat and mouse,"
Greg said bravely, hoping that it was really nothing and she just wanted to make up.
"I can't tell you over the phone. You've got to meet me somewhere."
"I told you I wasn't going out tonight. I've got some things I promised my mom I would do for her."
"You can't make me believe that something your mom wants you to do is so important that you couldn't think up an excuse if you wanted to. If I asked you to come over and fuck me you'd be here in ten minutes flat."
So that's it, Greg sighed, she has found out about Kathryn. I wonder how she did. Surely her mother didn't have the nerve to do something as underhanded as that. She really is a bitch. Man, how could she do that to her own daughter even if she was horny.
"Look, Jeanie, I'm sorry about your mother. I didn't mean for it to happen. If we hadn't had all that trouble it would have never happened. It's too late for apologies, but that is the best I can do at the moment."
"How can you be mumbling on about some silly old trunks that you didn't pick up at a time like this," Jeanie sobbed.
"What?"
"I said how can you be carrying on about some old insignificant trunks when I'm in this predicament. You've got to see me tonight. I don't have anyone else to turn to. I can't talk to my mother about it."
Greg's heart sank. She is pregnant. Wait a minute, I've heard about girls becoming hysterical when they are only a few days late. That's it. Jeanie is just being silly.
"Greg, dammit, I've got to see you."
Well that is the least I can do. She is just a kid. Maybe I can show her she is just being immature.
"Okay I'll meet you in the graveyard in fifteen minutes."
Her voice was relieved. "All right, fifteen minutes."
Greg quietly hung the receiver up. What a mess. What a fucking mess.
Jeanie meanwhile was grabbing a sweater and walking out the front door of the house.
How could Greg have thought I was so upset about those stupid trunks, she thought. I know Greg digs my mother, but surely he couldn't have been hung up about that unless he was talking about something else. What could he have meant by being so sorry?
Greg arrived at the graveyard before Jeanie. He paced nervously through the newly-cut grass wishing the whole thing was over. He saw Jeanie's figure approaching.
Well here goes nothing, he thought.
"Hello, Greg," she said meekly. "I know this will be difficult for you but it's all got to be said."
"I know. But maybe you've got things all wrong," he said, trying to be optimistic.
"The only thing that's wrong is I've got a lot of unanswered questions. What did you mean when you said you were sorry about my mother. After thinking about it I know you weren't referring to the trunks."
How can I lie, Greg thought. She doesn't deserve any more lies. I might just as well tell her the truth no matter how much it hurts. Maybe it will help her to understand the confusion I've been going through.
"I don't know how to even start this, Jeanie, but I feel you deserve a little truth about what has been happening. Ah-how can I tell you nicely that I've been balling your mother."
Jeanie's mouth dropped open. For an instant she forgot about the child she was carrying. Greg had been making it with her mother. She didn't believe it. He was just trying to hurt her for the last time.
"I don't believe you!" she screamed. "You're being mean, Greg Kelly, and I hate you for everything you've done to me. It's not enough that you've got me in trouble, but trying to bring my mother into the affair is really a dirty trick. How could I have ever cared for you!"
"I'm not trying to hurt you. If hurting you is telling the truth, then you'll just have to hurt, because I swear to you I've been balling your mother."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Greg fled the graveyard like he'd seen a silver ghost. Jeanie's reception of the news of his affair with her mother went over poorly to say the least. After getting over her initial shock, she launched into a series of vindictive remarks that left him without a reply.
Everything she said was true. He had used people. He didn't think' about the consequences of his actions.' How could he even say he cared for her when at the same time he took her virginity, he also screwed her mother.
When he got home, Greg quickly rushed to his room and hid. How would he ever tell his parents? What was going to happen when the truth of his escapade with Mrs. Tuttle got out? "Big lorn" would probably kill him, not to mention his father and his mother.
It appeared that remaining in this particular location was no longer possible. Rushing to the closet he pulled out the envelope which contained the remnants of his graduation money. Thirty, fifty-five, ninety, one hundred and forty-seven dollars plus whatever he had in his wallet. All totaled he collected one hundred and sixty dollars.
Not much for leaving town, but it sure beat sticking around trying to explain. Greg quickly threw a small black bag onto his bed and began to stuff it full of the clothes he'd need. Nothing imagine would be required. A couple of pairs of dungarees, a few turtle-neck shirts, socks, a sweater, and finally his toilet gear.
No use trying to take the car. They'd get the police after him for stealing. He figured the best way to go, since he didn't have too much money, would be to hitchhike. He'd done a little hitching around the area, but nothing on so grand a scale as he had now chosen.
He suddenly realized that in order to run away from somewhere you had to go to another place. He thought for a moment, then it hit him, he didn't know where to go. He'd often thought of traveling, but only in vague ways that had no relationship to what was actually possible.
How far can I safely go on one hundred and sixty dollars, he thought. Shit, that's not the important thing, it's getting far enough away from the Tuttle family, so that even if they find out about one another, I would be too lost and too far away to be recovered.
He had been thinking only about the Tuttle family. Leaving town would also involve getting away from his parents. He thought of his mother and felt really bad. For the most part, he had been a disappointment to her. She had always wanted a son that would be close to her, that she could sit down with and talk to and say all the things that she couldn't say to his father.
His feelings were mixed when it came to his own father. He had never been too attentive. He was involved in so many clubs and lodges that there was little time left for Greg or his mother.
He would be upset because all his club friends would know about this and would assume that he wasn't a very good old man, or why would his kid run away. That should be funny-Pop trying to gracefully explain this one.
It wouldn't take anyone too long to figure out that he left town because Jeanie Tuttle's tummy had started growing. He really didn't think Jeanie would have an abortion, she was too tender-hearted for that.
He really didn't care what she did though. Even though he knew without a doubt it was his kid, it just didn't feel like one would suppose. Or maybe he did and just didn't recognize his own feelings. Well, once again it didn't matter. It didn't matter how much they all cried, he was going to be off.
Guess I'd better wait until everyone is asleep before I try sneaking out, Greg thought. He looked around the room at the mementos and suddenly felt his stomach sinking to his feet. He suddenly realized that his leaving entailed all his possessions. He was really going to have to start fresh.
He was getting butterflies. He wished they would all get to sleep so he could get it over with. The hardest part would be closing the front door. After that he knew that lady luck would have to take over.
"Greg, did you take the trash out as I asked?" his mother called from the kitchen.
Oh shit. I can't cope with talking to her at a moment like this, Greg sighed. But he had no choice. She would suspect something if he didn't reply.
"No. But I'll be right down." He hid the black bag in his closet and ran downstairs.
"Honestly, Greg, I have to constantly keep after you if I expect to get anything done. Where is your sense of responsibility? You would think you were fourteen years old, always thinking about cars and girls. Your father and I just don't know what to do with you these days."
"Well you won't have to worry about it much longer," Greg muttered under his breath.
"What did you say? That's another thing, all you do is mumble around. You never speak up so that you can be heard."
Greg picked up the trash and thought how good it would be to get away from her incessant nagging. He certainly wouldn't have to carry out the fucking trash if he was on the road. His idea of running away was looking better and better.
"I think I'll go to bed early tonight, Mom. I'm really beat from that game of ball I played today. Must be getting old, can't take all the activity anymore."
"That is probably a good idea. Maybe if you get some sleep your disposition will improve. It's worth a try at least."
Greg mounted the stairs to his room thinking it would be only a few short moments and he would be out of the house.
He lay down on his bed and dreamed of himself being picked up by beautiful young women. He didn't seem to see the discomfort of hitchhiking. But then no young dreamer does. He didn't think about the rain and cold that he would have no refuge from and all the crazy people he would encounter while asking their services.
Things had become quiet in the Kelly household. Greg could hear himself breathing.
He would give them a few more minutes to get into a really deep sleep and then he would spring from the house.
The minutes passed and Greg got up from the bed and went to the closet where his new, and only worldly possessions, were stored. Quietly he picked up the bag and for the last time gave his old room a cursory glance.
Opening the door to his room, it creaked as usual, but everyone's ears had become numb to the creaks and groans the Kelly house made. Silently he reached the front door without any difficulty. As the door closed behind him he was once again reminded that he didn't know where he was headed.
The night was cooler than usual and the immense black sky showed him how big the world really was. Where would he go? He had always wanted to see the west. He had seen a lot of magazine articles about how groovy the young people were out there. Then there was skiing. He had always wanted to ski, maybe even become one of those ski bums he'd heard some older boys talking about once.
That was it, he'd head for Colorado! A new feeling of adventure rushed through his body as he finally reached a decision. He would head up towards the main interchange and see how quickly he could get a ride heading west.
The walk to the interstate was long but Greg reached the entry without much strain. The night was chilly but beautifully clear. He set his bag down and waited. The minutes slowly passed and lengthened into an hour. Traveling at night was good for sneaking out of his house, however, there were also fewer cars to give him a ride.
As he stood there waving his thumb at each passing truck and car, the rush of the day's activity gradually slipped from his body and he was left with his thoughts. It's difficult to pretend with yourself. Greg became aware of the power of the sexual drives within him. People were always telling him how smart he was, but there was nothing smart about the way he abandoned himself to his desires. Once he caught the scent of another climax, all else was forgotten in the rush to have the sperm crash out of his erection.
In the distance the town clock struck three. How long he had been standing there, trying for a ride, he didn't know. A small panic swept his sleepy mind when he thought he might not get a ride before morning. Dreams of Colorado faded in the horror of facing another day with Jeanie and her mother and all the complications of his previous life.
While he stood there lost in thought, a truck heading up the New York Thruway stopped a hundred yards past him. Its lights flickered, then a husky voice cried out. Greg snapped back, realizing he had his first ride at last. Grabbing his bag he ran to the cab and climbed in.
"Where you headed?" said the driver.
"West, I guess," replied Greg, not wanting to be too specific so close to home.
They sat together for the first several miles without speaking. There seemed nothing to say. Greg stared at the houses growing less and less familiar. He sighed, relieved to be away from the mess he left behind. At that moment Jeanie was probably asleep, he thought.
Jeanie, in fact, was in the bathroom throwing up. She had not yet told her parents about being pregnant. How could she, knowing her mother fucked the same boy who made her this way. Life was just too miserable to live. She wished she would simply die and be relieved of all this suffering, but instead, she threw up again into the toilet. Tomorrow, she thought, I'll speak to Greg again. He'll know what to do.
Greg knew what to do all right. He settled back into the cab of the truck and lit up a cigarette, letting the smoke slowly exhale through his lips. In the warm darkness of the truck's cab, with just the instrumentation lights glowing on the dash, he felt a great weight lifted from his shoulders.
"How far west you going?" asked the driver, hoping a little conversation would help keep him awake.
"I don't really know," Greg replied. "I've never been out that way before, and I thought I'd just go out and see what's there."
The driver nodded his head in agreement. He had done the same thing once when he was younger. Of course the roads weren't what they were today. You couldn't get from one place to the other quite so quickly, but he sure had some fun.
"I remember one town in Texas," he reminisced. "There was a girl there with tits so big it took both my hands to hold onto one of them."
His mention .of big tits sent visions of Jeanie's and Mrs. Tuttle's breasts floating into his mind. As the truck cab rocked gently to either side, he once again savored the "bubble bath" fragrance of their skin. Jeanie's nipples were so small and fresh compared to the larger brown erections of Mrs. T's.
He liked them both. Each one had a flavor all its own. He liked the way Mrs. Tuttle used hers, almost as if they had muscles of their own.
For-several hours the two kept each other company with odd pieces of conversation. Subjects ranged from the difficulty of driving one of these larger semi-rigs, to places they'd been, and girls they fucked. Greg made no mention of either Jeanie or her mother, and whenever the subject of sex came up, he would carefully avoid having to go into great detail regarding his exploits.
"I take the next exit," said the driver, "so if you want, I'll drop you off at the service area before I get off."
This was the best way to hitch, as the driver pointed out. If it rained you could find shelter in the restaurant, and there were always plenty of cars passing through that might give you a ride.
Greg thanked the man for his trouble and climbed down from the cab. The early morning sun was beginning to cast its golden glow over the upstate country of New York. The smell of diesel fuel and exhaust filled his head and he could hear the roar of the semi's as they raced past the service area.
He was tired, but after throwing some cold water on his face and going to the bathroom, he got his second wind. Walking into the restaurant, Greg checked out the counter and decided to sit close to the door. There he could see the people as they arrived and hopefully find someone to give him a ride.
Coffee was all he wanted or felt he could afford. The waitress smiled at him, but she seemed too ugly to be anything but kind. He sat there hundreds of miles from home, staring into his coffee cup and wondering how long it would take him to reach Colorado.
"May I sit down?" said a casually dressed middle-aged man.
Greg looked up, startled by this unexpected voice, and instinctively nodded yes. His mother would describe the man's voice as effeminate, but Greg couldn't figure what it was that made the fellow sound "different."
"I see you've got a bag," said the man. "Are you hitchhiking?"
"Yea, I'm going to Colorado."
"That's really exciting. I imagine all sorts of good things happen to you on the way.
"I'm going to Chicago myself. I work up there. If you want to ride that far with me, I'll be glad to have you."
"That's really great," exclaimed Greg. "I was just about to start asking people. How far is Chicago from here?"
"Several hours at least, but I'm used to making the trip. I usually make it at least twice a week. Once you get used to doing things, they don't seem half-bad," he said with a strange kind of voice with which Greg was not familiar.
"Why don't you sit down with me and have your coffee. If we are going to ride together for awhile, we might as well become friends," Greg exclaimed, feeling relieved that he would make it to Chicago without any hassles.
"Thank you," the man said politely. "My name is Steven. May I inquire what yours is?"
"Sure, my name's Greg Kelly," he blurted out. That's really dumb, he thought to himself.
"Gracious, that sounds like the name of a movie star. You're not heading west to get into the movies are you?"
"Hell no," Greg drawled in embarrassment. "Just tired of the scene around where I grew up. Thought I would get out and see the world."
"Sounds like a fine idea. It is good to see young people embarking out upon their own so early in life. I think it says a lot for the maturity of our young people.
"By the way, what is an energetic young man such as yourself having for breakfast?" Steven asked as he paged through the menu.
"Not too much," Greg said, and his stomach growled back in defense of the lie he just told. "I ate a little ways back."
"I think I'll have ham and eggs and some home fries. You'd better change your mind before the waitress comes. Or better yet, since you are such fine company this morning, would you let me have the pleasure of treating you?"
"I'd love it," Greg blurted out before he had a chance to think about it. "I mean, if you're sure it's all right, I am getting a little low in cash. I. have to wire for some money that a guy owes me."
Continuing the he, he said, "I sure won't ever lend any money to good friends again. They never want to pay you back because you're their friend."
Steven, reading between the lines of Greg's conversation, replied, "You're so right, Mr. Kelly."
The waitress slowly sauntered to their area. "What can I get ya?"
"I think I'll have ham and eggs and an order of home fries. Bring a cup of coffee with that also. I believe my friend here will have the same."
"Make those eggs over light," Greg informed.
"How you guys can eat all that in the middle of the night I'll never know," the waitress said shaking her head and walking off to pour the coffee.
Greg wasn't even aware that it was about five in the morning. No wonder he was beginning to get a little tired. A yawn escaped his lips. He surely would be glad to get to Colorado.
"Do you have a lot of family back where you're from?" Steven asked.
"Yeh, but we aren't very close any more. I figured I wanted to live my life a little differently and they didn't seem to agree. The only thing left for me to do was take-off in the directions I wanted. It is kind of hard to live with your parents when you're as old as I am."
Steven laughed to himself at the boy's naivete. Even if he was a little new at the game of life, his body definitely deserved to be called a man's. His sharp-cut features seemed to be made for his broad-shouldered body. Most of all Steven liked the way his waist curved in, almost like a woman's.
Greg carried on about his independence until the waitress brought their food to the table. "Here you guys are," she automatically smiled as the plates were placed on the table. "Let me know if I can get you anything else."
Greg hadn't realized just how hungry he was. He stopped making polite conversation and began inhaling the food on his plate. He took ten minutes to finish the entire contents of his plate.
Steven was still politely stabbing at his piece of ham. "I'd say you were hungry, Greg."
"Guess I underestimated my appetite. Must be all the fresh air I'm getting standing by the roadside."
"Well I overestimated my appetite," Steven said. "I wasn't really too hungry after all. Maybe we should head on out to the car."
Steven took the checks and paid the bill. Greg couldn't believe he was having such good luck. Who said it was hard to strike out on your own? This was nothing!
They walked out of the restaurant and Steven pointed toward his car. He had some kind of foreign car that Greg had never seen before. This would be neat, Greg thought.
They got into the car and pulled off onto the main highway The fast little sports car raced onto the road and down the-highway. Greg sat back in the seat and let his head rest against the back. The long night's journey was finally beginning to catch up with him. His eyes closed and in a moment he fell asleep.
Steven smiled to himself and caressed the steering wheel. Its finely polished wooden contours felt warm, almost like a good thin cock. What luck had brought him and this nice young boy together! He hated these trips to the Windy City. They took him away from the company and fun of New York's East Side gay bars.
His head turned and he studied the sleepy lad beside him. His clothes were obviously from a nice family. They had that washed-by-mother-love look. The boy had seemed very friendly back at the service area. I wonder if he's gay, thought Steven.
While Greg slept the sleep of exhausted relief, Steven's lusting eyes locked on the small bulge in the boy's pants. His cock looks like it would do me quite nicely, thought Steven. Maybe we could stop along the road and have some fun.
Greg woke from his slumbers and realized that the car was no longer running. He sat up and stretched. Steven was not in the automobile. They had pulled into a rest area and Steven had probably gone to the bathroom. Looking about the parking area Greg could see that they were alone.
Upon finishing his business in the restroom, Steven tucked his cock back into his fly and then stuck his hand inside his pants and scratched his balls. The cramped flesh revived with his personal massage. It felt so good after the long night's drive. Soon, he smiled, he'd stretch his prick into that nice boy's ass.
"Figured you were in here," said Greg, coming in the doorway to the bathroom. He did not see Steven hurriedly pull his hand away from his enlarging penis.
"I got so tired driving, I just had to relieve myself. These rest areas are so nice. There aren't so many people around to hassle you as in the larger stops.
"I like being by myself or with a close friend, but any more than that and I wish I were someplace else. Don't you like to be with a friend?"
Greg couldn't figure what exactly Steven was saying. He heard the words but somehow they meant more than what he heard. Greg nodded in agreement though he didn't know to what he agreed.
As Greg stood in front of the urinal and pissed, Steven came up behind him and put his arms on his shoulders.
"I imagine you're pretty tired after being up all night. I know I'd just want to go to bed and climb into somebody's arms if I stayed up like you."
Steven's hands began to rub the tight muscles of Greg's shoulders. Greg had often asked Jeanie to rub his back, not so much because he had a tired back, but because he used that as the first step to getting her excited. Steven's knowing fingers traced the contours of his shoulder blades and ran down the sides to just above his waist.
Outside there came the roar of a big semi as it pulled to a halt by the bathroom. Greg thought he heard Steven curse, but before he could figure what was said, or what Steven's hands were doing on his back, his driver had left him alone in the toilet and returned to the car.
"I'll meet you outside," said Steven as he exited the room.
Greg closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the cool tile wall. The dank wet smell of a thousand pisses wafted up from the floor. No matter where you stopped, these places smelled all the same.
He didn't realize how badly he had to piss until he had been standing in front of the urinal for What seemed like several minutes. He worried for a second that Steven would drive off without him, taking his bag in the car. He couldn't simply run out and check, the urine still squirted from his penis. He'd just have to wait until he was done.
"What are you doing in here?" Greg heard Steven say as he returned to the bathroom. "Remember more than one shake is playing with it."
Greg would have laughed at Steven's remark had he not come over to the urinal and stared down at the limp prick finally spitting its last drops of yellow piss. Greg had never seen a man's face look so surprised at the sight of another man's dick. There were times in the shower at school, when the other boys had laughed at the shrunken appearance of some unfortunate boy's organ, but Steven's reaction seemed to border on delight, and Greg had never experienced that in a man.
The two returned to the car and Steven appeared uneasy with the sudden arrival of the truck. He started the car and mumbled something about going on, then threw the car into gear and sped out of the area.
Conversation dragged a bit after the stop. Steven seemed to be thinking of something, but never spoke what was on his mind. Occasionally Greg caught him looking at himself. The glance was always done when Greg appeared to be lost in thought or looking out the window. He began to feel uneasy, however there was nothing he could point to as the cause.
"I am so glad we met," Steven smiled. "This trip is so lonely for just one man by himself. I'd much rather have someone like you along. We can do a lot more fun things, than when you're by yourself."
"I've been pretty lucky getting rides," replied Greg. "Chicago is not quite halfway and I'll make it there in two rides."
Twenty miles sped past and another sign for a rest area similar to the one they just left came into view. It surprised Greg when Steven suddenly swerved into the parking lot and pulled to a halt behind the garbage container. From where they were parked he could not see the turnpike, and of course, they also could not be seen from the road. As at the other area, this lot was deserted.
Steven reached down beside him and pulled out a thermos. Pouring out a cupful of liquid, he again mentioned how hard driving was. Greg thought this was a bit odd, particularly since they had just made a stop not twenty-five miles back. However, at this point there was little he could do but sit there and agree.
Steven yawned and adjusted his seat so that it Jay back in the horizontal position. He tugged at his trousers to get comfortable, then suggested Greg do the same.
"Chicago's a long way off yet. You might as well catch what rest you can while you've got something as nice as this car.
"Just pull that lever on the side and lay back like me."
Greg didn't know what to do. He didn't feel like going to sleep. If he could make it to Chicago then maybe he would get a motel room for a good night's sleep, but that wasn't what really upset him. Why was this guy stopping so much. Something began to feel bad, but Greg didn't know how to get out of it. Where could he go? Here he was stuck on the middle of the Ohio Turnpike with a guy who wanted him to "Lay back and rest." Nobody would stop for him on the road. He'd probably get arrested if he tried. What could he do. He didn't have to wait long. Steven had already decided.
Steven reached over and laid his hand on Greg's thigh. Oh shit, it all makes sense now, Greg thought. This guy is a fag. What do I do now? His mind scurried over all the books and articles he'd read on fags. He couldn't remember a damn thing about them except they liked other guys. A lot of good that would do now. He would just have to wait until the other traits became obvious.
The startled look on Greg's face answered
Steven's former question as to whether Greg was also a fag. It was apparent that he had never been approached before. Steven smiled to himself, then I shall be the one to bring this boy out.
"Don't be afraid, Greg. I only want to give you pleasure. After all, who better would know what feels good to your cock than someone who also owns one."
Steven's calm manner did much to soothe Greg. Not that he had ever thought about doing it to a guy, but sex was never bad as far as he knew. Maybe he should just go along with it for awhile and see what it was like.
Steven sensed that Greg was rolling the proposition around. That was the first step in bringing a novice out. Get them to start thinking about what feels good to their prick and pretty soon they will go along with anything to get their rocks off.
He moved his hand to the round object that was on one side of Greg's tight pants seam. Greg trembled at the first sensation of a hand on his ball. Steven was mashing them both into the base of his prick. It felt so good that Greg's cock immediately started filling with blood.
Even if Steven was another guy, he really knew how to move his hands. He was moving his balls so professionally that Greg's cock had almost reached capacity. Steven knew exactly what he was doing and was waiting for the right moment to grab the long stick.
Through Greg's pants Steven grabbed the hard-on and began to rub the sides of the swollen member. His prick was aiming towards his waist and the zipper of his pants was painfully, pleasurably pressing against the top of his cock. Steven deftly stroked faster and faster, manipulating his fingers as Greg had never felt before.
Even though Greg's pants were still zipped up, the sensations were fantastic. Greg felt the seed start the long climb until his come exploded into his blue jeans. Greg fell back against the seat unable to move after the magnificent climax.
"That wasn't too bad, now was it?" Steven asked grinning. "Now it is your turn to do the tricks."
Greg was somewhat embarrassed at the thought of beating off a guy, but in a way he would like to feel what another fellow's prick was like. Greg unzipped Steven's pants and circled his fingers around the limp dick. He was new at this. The only other person he had ever beat off was himself. He began moving his clasped hand up and down, using more pressure on the upstroke than the down. This seemed to please Steven as his cock was beginning to harden, but he had other things in mind.
"Give me your mouth, that is the way you can make me come," Steven said softly.
Greg was stunned. He didn't know whether he could put a prick in his mouth or not.
Steven wasn't going to let him get away with not doing it though. He took Greg's head and pushed it toward his open fly.
Greg was surprised at the way Steven's organ felt. It was soft on the outside but getting tightly hard from within. He took his mouth and nibbled on the crown with his front teeth.
Steven moaned and Greg knew he was on the right track. Greg began running his mouth up and down the bony prick, stopping ever so often to take a bite out of the hairy balls. This seemed to send Steven out of his mind so Greg continued, only picking up more speed with each stroke.
Greg felt the come start to seep from the tip of Steven's penis and started to take his mouth away so that the white cream would not enter his mouth. Steven had other plans and when he felt Greg pull his head away, he pushed his prick further down Greg's throat.
As Greg's teeth brushed the sides of his dick the come spurted out with amazing force. Greg choked as the white fluid forced him to swallow the warm liquid.
Steven lay back with his eyes closed, trying to feel everything that was coursing through his body. Greg almost felt sick at his stomach. The sperm fell to his abdomen with complete surprise.
Rising in convulsive heaves the nauseous wave rushed up Greg's throat. He was unable to hold it back and the sticky mixture of come, saliva, and sweat burst from his mouth, splattering Steven's pants and crotch.
Steven held Greg's head firmly and would not let him rise off his cock. The only way the boy's going to learn there's nothing to swallowing all that come is if I make him do it. I'll keep him there until I grow soft, then he'll know every part of this number.
Greg found that the only way he could swallow with Steven's dick in his mouth was by twisting his tongue around the swollen organ. This had a delightful effect on both Steven and himself. The former had the ticklish enjoyment of feeling that rasping probe licking the foreskin clean, while the latter at last rid his stuffed mouth of some of the gummy liquid.
"You'll learn to love gobbling come as the years go by. One of these days you'll be too old to get a hard-on, and then the only thing you'll have is your mouth."
The thought of himself as a dirty old man blowing the young boys turned Greg off, particularly when he wasn't even over being a boy. But he had to admit that there was a new area of sexual enjoyment waiting for him in the arms of future lovers, men as well as women, now that he'd met Steven.
CHAPTER EIGHT
After cleaning themselves up and taking a drink from the thermos, Steven and Greg continued on to Chicago. The day passed slowly and Greg wearied as the late afternoon sun glowed red in his face. The morning's lovemaking left his cock feeling tender. He looked at it when they stopped for lunch and noticed how red certain areas of his dick had become. The abrasion of his trouser cloth and that fucking zipper had taken their toll of his skin.
Throughout the trip, Steven periodically reached across and caressed Greg's joint. A couple of times it had started to get hard, but Steven removed his hand before it really got going. Greg thought he would go mad if Steven didn't finish the job he kept starting, but by the end of the afternoon found he had enjoyed the touch of his new lover's hand, as much as he liked coming.
"I'm going directly into the city," said Steven. "Do you want to come in for the night before going on?"
"I don't think I should go into a city," replied Greg. "There's just too much going on. I started out to get away from such conditions and don't want to run right back into the same confusion."
Steven did not know the details of what was bothering the boy, but he allowed him the freedom to choose his way. Greg sensed he need no longer worry about getting away from Steven. Whatever happened back there on the turnpike was over. He now knew he would not refuse the touch of anyone because his sex just happened to be the same as his own.
The turnpike split at the beltway around the city and Greg got out of Steven's sports car. He turned back and bent over to peer into the auto. Steven sat quietly as Greg got out. He envied the man who would fuck that boy's still virgin ass, and yet, he couldn't be too unhappy. After all, he got the kid's mouth.
With a wave and best wishes the sports car swung back onto the roadway leaving Greg a thousand miles from home and about to spend his second night away on his own. He moved his gear to the straight way of the beltway exit. The evening drew to a close with Greg standing beside the road. The past two rides with the trucker and Steven had spoiled him somewhat, and he grew rapidly despondent with each car that passed him by.
As the sky darkened the motorists turned on their lights. Sometimes they would flick them down to the low beam when they spotted Greg. A few kept them up on bright. This blinded Greg's eyes and he cursed the fools for doing such a stupid thing. He was in the midst of screaming at a local plumber's van that narrowly avoided running him down, when he heard the unmistakable ticking of a car's motor close behind.
"Need a ride?" came a woman's voice out of the bright lights glaring in his face.
Greg picked up his black bag and ran to the car. The front door opened. He slid into the cramped back seat and told the driver and the woman who called to him, "Thank you for stopping." Once again he was on his way. He hoped this ride would be as good as the other two.
"Where are you going?" came the standard question from the front seat.
"Colorado," he said in hopes of deriving some benefit from the images that conjured in the eyes of the people in the front seat. They obviously liked the sound of that word, for the woman immediately began questioning her husband about the places and people they met on their last trip west.
"Didn't we go through Colorado, Denny? I know I remember seeing that name on a road sign or something. Didn't we stay in a lodge in the mountains?"
"Yes, love, we stayed up in Loveland Pass."
The woman turned and asked if Greg had ever been west before. He said no, then tried to drop off to sleep. The woman didn't stop talking, however, and he found it very difficult to simply ignore her.
"We're on our way to Des Moines. It's not all the way to Colorado, but every little bit helps, you know. How much further are we going tonight, Denny?"
Denny sounded somewhat put-upon. Greg figured if he had to answer all those questions he'd be a bit weary also. It turned out though, as they traveled further into the night, that the woman, whose name was Linda, shut up as she became more tired. Her company even became interesting for awhile when she began to give him the names of two stewardesses she and her husband knew. She kept telling him what "swingers" they were, though the exact meaning of that word remained for the most unclear.
About nine o'clock they stopped for a brief rest and cup of coffee. As they walked into the light of the coffee shop, Greg caught his breath looking at Linda's petite form. In the darkness of the car he could see little except an attractively made-up face peering back.
However, in the glaring light of the coffee shop, she removed her light coat and opened to his gaze the full-shaped body almost entirely exposed in a jumpsuit that laced from the waist to the neck. Her bulbous breasts were visible up the center of her chest. The jumpsuit stopped just either side of the brown nipples.
Greg stumbled into his side of the booth. He was surprised that Denny did-likewise. That was odd. You would think he would like to sit beside his wife.
Then Greg got to thinking that the view was much nicer from across the table. He was not the only one staring as a low roar from the whispering room reached his ears. Linda appeared to be delighted by the response she was getting. To top that, Denny seemed to be enjoying the crowd's reaction as much as Linda, if not more.
Linda reached to the end of the table to get the menu and as her arm moved forward so did the round ball of her breasts. Greg was flabbergasted. He had never seen such an open display of sex before. But then, look where he grew up. The ladies in that town still wore flannel nightgowns.
Feeling Greg's eyes on her, Linda furthered everyone's imagination by stretching her arms above her head, complaining how stiff riding in the car made one. As her arms rose above her head, the jumpsuit buckled and Greg caught a glimpse of the brown circle of her nipple.
He felt a tug at his crotch. He certainly was a pushover, looking at such a simple thing as a lady's tit made him get a hard-on. He would have to work on that.
"I think I'll have a piece-of apple pie," she grinned, "and a cup of tea. What are you going to have, Gregie?"
"My name is Greg, please," he said, a bit disgusted at her choice of words.
"But you look just like a Gregie to me. I always call people what they seem to be. And you just happen to be a Gregie."
"Don't try and fight her, Greg old boy. Once she has her mind set, it is no use trying to change her. You'll be Gregie as long as you're with this particular Linda."
"I guess I can take it for a little while," Greg said, wondering whether he really could or not.
The waitress arrived and took their order. Even she was obviously impressed by Linda's bosom, along with everyone else in the room.
Their coffee and pie arrived and Linda managed to regain her strength and jabbered during the meal.
"Now everyone straighten up their spot so the poor waitress doesn't have so much to do. Every little bit counts you know." This was the twentieth time Linda had used that phrase within the past hour.
If she didn't have such a hot body, Greg thought, she would be a total waste to mankind. I guess Denny can put up with it if she's as good in bed as she looks. I wouldn't mind trying her out myself. I wonder if she finds me as attractive as most women do?
"How about a little after dinner smoke?" Denny uttered.
"Sure thing," Greg said pulling a pack of Luckies out of his pocket.
"Not those things," Linda whined. "We mean real smoke, don't we Denny hon."
"The kind we are talking about we will have to adjourn to the car for," Denny said as he got up from the table.
They approached the cashier to pay their respective bills. All this time Greg was wondering what kind of cigarettes they were talking about.
Upon reaching the car, Denny began singing "Let's go get stoned." Greg started to reason it out. They must be talking about marijuana. He had never even seen any of the stuff, much less smoked it. He read about it in all the newspapers but no one in town ever talked about it.
"I take it that you've never smoked any weed before," Denny asked.
"Well to be quite honest, no I haven't," Greg replied. "But I've read a lot about marijuana and L.D.O. in the newspapers."
"L.D.O., " Linda squealed. "Honey, we've picked ourselves up a real winner."
The words bit into Greg's pride. There was an awful lot of shit he'd done in his eighteen years, but no matter what you've done, there'll always be someone around to laugh at what you don't know. He wished he'd get Linda alone sometime. Just a few minutes in the car and he'd make her beg for his cock and not give it to her. She could crawl across the seat and he'd say no.
Denny pulled the car down the parking lot to a darker corner and reached under his seat to find a small plastic case. Inside the case were ten of the thinnest joints he'd ever rolled.
Not bad, he said to himself, not bad at all for an amateur. This stuff is about the best we've gotten this year. Don't need too much to get you higher than you want.
He pulled one number out and set the case back under the seat. Putting the car in gear he started down the road.
"You want to light this honey?" he said handing the joint to Linda.
Linda punched the lighter in, then took the stick from her husband. The car was quiet. No one talked, waiting for the lighter to pop back out. A few cars passed going the opposite direction. Linda reached down and pulled the glowing tip up to her lips.
Holding the joint between her wide lips she sucked deeply, taking all the pungent smoke deep into her lungs. Without holding her breath she exhaled and sucked another shot into her lungs.
The acrid odor spread throughout the car. It reminded Greg vaguely of some weeds he smelled burning one fall day. It smelled like weeds but better. Linda handed the joint to Denny, holding it high in front of him so he could see where it was.
Linda exhaled, "You'll really dig this stuff, Gregie. It makes you feel so good and free. When I get high there's just nothing in the world I wouldn't try.
"Isn't that right, Denny," she said playfully stabbing her hand between his legs.
Denny cringed as her palm smashed into his balls.
"Wish you'd try going a bit easier on my balls," he said sucking down a second toke before passing the joint back to Greg.
"Now when you try this stuff, Greg, just pull the smoke deep into your lungs like you were taking a long drag on a cigarette. Don't worry about freaking out. Nobody I know ever went overboard on the stuff."
With these words of encouragement , the number came back across the seat to Greg. He felt its thin form for a minute, then put it to his lips and drew in deeply.
The dark smoke poured into his lungs. He felt slightly ready to choke but managed to control the urge. It felt like he'd drawn a long breath of mild pepper.
"Hold it in," Linda directed. "It's harder to come by than regular tobacco, so make it last."
The joint was passed around several times until it was impossible to hold it between one's finger without getting a first-degree burn.
"Well, Gregie, do you feel anything yet?" Linda prompted. "I remember the first time I smoked it just hit me all of a sudden right out of the clear blue. Don't exhale so quickly. Every little bit counts."
"I'm trying not to," Greg stammered as the joint burned into his finger. "I can't smoke this any more. It's burning my fingers."
"I guess it is about smoked out," Denny said.
Greg sat there not knowing what to expect. He was completely unprepared for its effect. He started to feel a little light-headed but that was probably due to holding the smoke in his lungs for so long.
All of a sudden his head felt light as a feather. Denny had started the car and he felt like he was riding on a magic carpet instead of the backseat. His body relaxed into the seat and his back, as a matter-of-fact, felt like part of the cushion.
So this was what it was all about. No wonder everybody was doing it, it was beautiful!
"I can tell by your starry eyes that you're stoned," Linda happily said. "Not bad for a third of a joint, Denny. That stuff is really El destructo."
"Oh, do they give each brand a name like that," Greg asked gullibly.
"Shit no," Denny retorted. "Linda just calls all really fine dope El destructo. It is just her pet name."
The car drove on, each passenger deep in his own thoughts. Greg was not thinking of anything in particular, just how different the car lights looked approaching them in the dark. They seemed shinier than usual. He could stare at them for hours, they were so neat.
The vibrations from the car seat started Greg's cock into action. His mind turned to thoughts of Linda in the front seat and how good it would feel if she would put her hands in his pants.
"I don't know about anyone else, but I'm really pooped out. I think we should pull into a motel and call it quits for the night," Denny said.
"If you're going in for the night," Greg said downhearted, "just drop me off at the next service area. I just haven't got the money to spend on a room."
"You are really green, kid," Linda laughed. "You can stay in the car while we're checking in and then sneak into our room free. That is as long as you don't mind sleeping on the floor."
"No, I don't mind," Greg's mind was turning to thoughts of being in the same bedroom as Linda.
"Okay then, it's settled. The next sign I see we will pull in."
With six eyes watching for motel signs it took only five minutes to locate a decent-looking place. The Blue Spruce Motel.
Linda applauded heartily at the prospect of turning in for the night. The car turned into the drive and Greg slid down into the back seat so he was hidden from view.
"I'll be back in a second," Denny said as he stepped out of the car to go check in.
The door slammed and Linda turned around to see how the novice was doing in the back seat. "Well, Gregie ole boy, how ya doing?"
"I can't complain. That smoke sure makes you feel good. How long does it last-all night maybe?"
"I wish," Linda sighed. "Just a few hours and then you get tired and want to hit the sack. But we have plenty of time to get some good out of that joint we smoked."
Just as Greg was going to ask what she had in mind, Denny opened the door of the car.
"Number seventeen is our humble abode for the night kids." He started the car up and drove around the back to number seventeen.
Greg sat up and looked around. It looked like a pretty good place. It really didn't make any difference, it was free wasn't it.
They all three piled out of the car and walked up to the door. Denny turned the key and they walked into a nicely-decorated turquoise room.
"My favorite color," Linda squealed with delight. "This is absolutely my favorite color to be stoned in. Denny, you must have asked if they had a turquoise room."
"Anything for my little pussy," Denny said. "I'm going to go in and take a quick shower and be with you in a moment. I've got car grit all over me."
Denny left the room and headed for the shower. Linda went over to the corner of the room and opened up her suitcase. As she pulled out a bright red lounging outfit, she asked Greg not to mind her changing clothes in front of him since there wasn't anywhere else to go, as Denny was in the bathroom.
Greg knew that she could go in with Denny if she wanted, but he read her mind. She wanted to stand his cock on end by going through her undressing routine. It was perfectly all right with him, he'd try his best to enjoy it.
She unlaced her jumpsuit and fumbled with the laces until she had purposely tied the strings in a knot. Her back facing him in fake modesty, she called for his assistance.
"Sure I'll help a woman in distress," Greg said as he walked toward her full body. She turned and faced him, her breasts gracefully lying against the wall of her chest.
"I can't ever seem to get out of this outfit without the aid of a gentleman. Don't know what I'll do when there isn't one around."
The marijuana made him somewhat bolder than normal. "With tits like yours, I don't think you'll ever have to worry about problems like that."
"Thank you, Gregie," she said as she pressed her nipples into his sweater. "That was a very nice thing to say to a woman. Compliments are always welcome."
Greg took hold of the laces making sure that his fingers were touching her warm flesh. He worked his fingers pretending to be untying the knot. It became obvious that the knot was only secondary to his feeling her up.
"It always feels good to have my tits squeezed, but being stoned makes it even more so. You don't know what it feels like to have your cock rubbed while being stoned, do you Gregie boy."
Greg's heart pounded, she was going to grab his dick. He couldn't wait. He could feel her fingers before she even put her hands on his pants.
Just then they heard the shower water turn off and knew that within seconds Denny would be back in the room.
"We will catch this scene later, Greg," Linda said as she pulled her jumpsuit together and moved towards the shower to greet Denny.
I wonder if Denny is in on this deal, Greg thought. I sure as hell don't want another behind-the-scenes episode, especially when it's Linda's husband who's in the other room. He must know what she's like and what she'd do if left in the room with me. Just like he liked to see those other men in the restaurant looking at her, maybe he wants me to fuck her. Maybe it proves to him what a good woman he's got if other men screw her.
"That really felt good," said Denny coming out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped about his waist. "Nothing like a hot shower to get the blood moving."
The shower water turned on again and they could hear Linda shucking her tight little body out of her jumpsuit. Denny and Greg laughed at each other as they heard her squeal getting under the water.
Denny went out to the car and brought back the joints. Meanwhile Linda had quickly soaped her body and rinsed away the day's dirt. Greg sat down in an easy chair directly across from the bed. He was very tired. In the past forty-eight hours he'd slept only three or four, and that was cramped into the seat of a car. With very little trouble he could have passed out right then and there, but Linda was still in the bathroom and he wasn't going to miss her re-entry.
Denny lit up another joint. The bittersweet odor spread throughout the room.
"Save some for me," came the plaintive voice from the bathroom. "Don't you boys have all the goodies without me."
Greg took the number which Denny offered. This time he avoided swallowing any of the powerful smoke by "topping off" each toke with a breath of fresh air. This forced the grass deep into his lungs and he felt the blood surge through his temples.
The atmosphere of the room mellowed.
Denny managed to find the light control and dimmer switch. He turned the overhead lights low, so low that Greg could barely make out the towel draped body of Linda as she moved across the bedroom to take the joint from his hand. Watching her approaching Greg feasted on the shape of her legs. He really liked the small waist that seemed so tiny with her full hips. Linda swayed slowly as she brought the joint to her lips, and looking down at Greg, sucked it like it was his cock.
For all that he was feeling it might just as well have been his prick. Seeing her mouth forming a small "O" he flashed on those lips surrounding his erection. They were so full and soft. Warm wet lips, they told him to wait and watch.
"I'm so ready, Denny," sighed Linda to Denny on the bed. "I want you to do me now."
"Do you think he's ready? Maybe we ought to wait a little till Greg's ready," Denny replied.
"Oh there's no need to worry about this boy being ready." Linda took her hand and lightly laid it on Greg's face. His eyes searched hers out and his tongue licked the palm of her hand.
"No there's no need to wait for Greg."
With that she turned her back to Greg and, opening the towel to expose her body to Denny, walked to the bed and her husband. Greg could see nothing but the back of her legs and hair, but he knew Denny was getting an eyeful. When she reached the foot of the bed Denny reached up and took both her tits in his fingers. A low moan fell from her mouth. She loved it when he pinched her like that.
"I think Linda is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," said Denny. "When we were first together I used to get uptight at all the men who constantly tried to make her. That attitude put us both uptight. It made me treat every other male as a rival, and it denied the unsatisfied urges in Linda's cunt.
"I finally came to realize that there is no one who could ever take her away from me. Linda knows that. She knows she'd never find a man who'd let her be the sex goddess she is. Someone else would put too many restrictions on her.
"I don't do that. I can look at you looking at her and get turned on myself. It even helps to have someone looking."
With that he pulled the towel from her hands, revealing the fuzzy buttocks. His hands ran down her arms and trailed over her hips till they found the long crack of her ass.
"Isn't she beautiful," said Denny, turning her around to face Greg on the chair.
The ample boobs stood proudly out from her chest. Two tiny brown circles marked their center. Her nipples were not yet hard and waited only for the teasing pressure of someone's tongue. Linda's waist was the smallest he'd ever seen, her hips blossomed outwards and contained the tiny patch of light blonde fur.
He'd never seen a girl with blonde cunt hair. It was magnificent, thought Greg, probably a lot softer than Jeanie's or certainly softer than Mrs. Tuttle's. He was so enthralled with looking he completely forgot about the distance separating them. Whether it was the dope or being tired or Linda, he didn't know. What he did sense though was the aching erection tearing against his pants, ready to be let out.
"I know you want to touch Linda," said Denny, "but let me show you something first. Wait where you are and watch. Watch as I move my hands up along the sides of her body to the edges of her boobs. See my fingers, how they push, first one then the other.
"The firm muscle of her tits are like fine satin; think of it Greg, fine satin.
"If you look and think of them hard enough you will feel them. Feel them with my hands, Greg. Look at my index finger as it flicks the soft nipple. I'll pinch it to get it standing up. There! See! It's rising. Growing harder like the prick between your legs."
He was right about that. Greg's organ strained to be let out. He reached down and unbuckled his belt, then unzipped his fly. Reaching in with his right hand he extricated his cock and set it proudly out for all to see.
"Oh Denny, we've got ourselves a real winner, Linda exclaimed, her eyes bulging at the sight of Greg's throbbing erection.
"That's right, Greg, show Linda and me what we can do to each other. Your cock is beautiful, its thick blue veins pulsing with desire.
"Can you see what you've done to Linda? Look at my finger, Greg. I'll drive it up her cunt and show you what the sight of your dick does for her."
With that Denny searched the golden fur with his probe and when he found the hole slipped it knuckle deep into her vagina. He stroked its length in and out till the sticky smell of her gummy juices permeated the room. Pot and come, what a combination, thought Greg.
Denny pulled his finger from Linda's vagina. He proudly displayed the slick juice hugging his finger. It glistened across the room and made Greg desire even more of what Denny was getting.
Denny pulled Linda down on the bed and spread her legs in Greg's direction. For the first time he really saw a woman's cunt. Her slit was void of hair, and the lips of her vagina were bright pink from the blood they contained.
Denny stretched out over the top of Linda with his head at her cunt end. Greg saw him pull her labial lips far apart, then all was lost from view as Denny buried his head in the fur patch.
The sounds coming from the bed were driving Greg crazy. He could hear Denny's tongue searching for the exact spot to send Linda into ecstasy. From her moans, Denny must be on the right track at least.
Greg leaned sideways in his chair hoping to see what favor Linda was returning to her lover. He could see the swollen prick rushing in and out of Linda's lips. It looked as though she was tickling his balls with the ends of her fingers as her mouth washed the growing stem.
Greg had become quite satisfied to sit and watch as long as he could fondle his own part. His hand stroked the length of his cock and his hips convulsed with rhythmical drives. His hand had turned into Linda's mouth and it didn't seem to matter that she was across the room.
Linda began calling for Denny's prick so he obliged by turning his body around to insert himself into her pleading cunt. His first thrust into Linda was also Greg's, they both moaned simultaneously.
Greg could feel the wet walls of her vagina as if he were the one inside. As the couple on the bed started fucking harder, Greg's hand worked at the same tempo.
All three of them were coming at the same time. The room was filled with orgasm and Denny was reminded that Greg was there as his come shot across the room and splattered on Denny's spent back.
Denny was startled and turned over in time to see Greg's still-erected prick dripping the remainder of his come.
"Hell, I couldn't imagine what that was," Denny exclaimed.
"Imagine what was what?" Linda asked rousing herself from the bed.
"Gregie boy just shot his wad across the room and onto my back as we were coming. It gave the fuck a little extra added attraction."
"Damn, I wish I could have seen it," Linda said excitedly. "I've never seen a man shoot that far. It must have been one hell of a climax."
"It wasn't too bad," Greg grinned sheepishly. "I guess it was the smoke that made me get so excited."
"Listen to that, Linda. He's giving all the credit to the devil weed and leaving us out. That certainly is a big thank you for our efforts of arousal."
"I didn't mean it that way," Greg said defensively. "You two were great, it's just that my body has never reacted the way it did tonight. I was just as surprised as you were."
The surprises weren't over yet as Greg soon found out. Denny rolled onto the far side of Linda and motioned for Greg to join them. He didn't have to ask twice.
"Don't you think you'd better take off your clothes," said Linda with a smile. She laughed as Greg tore the pants and shirt from his body. She laughed, that is, until the full size of his now limp cock came into view. Very quickly her laughter turned to greed.
As Greg lowered himself onto the bed he held back touching Linda right away. She lay between the two men, a smile ready to break upon her lips.
"Rub my back, Denny. I want to welcome our new guest."
With that Linda turned on her side facing Greg. Her leg bent itself across his hips then pulled down over his thigh and knee. She repeated this motion until Greg could no longer withhold his hands. They rose from her stomach and pushed the sagging weights of her tits into her body. The liquid-filled skin flattened and bulged under his insistent massage.
While Greg was taking care of the upper half, Denny was wetly licking the skin around Linda's ass-hole. He had always loved to put his lips there because the downy fuzz was so unbelievably soft and fine.
"Isn't this better than that easy chair across the room, Greg?" Denny taunted.
"I didn't believe it could be, but it is," Greg said in an "I've been one of your buddies for years" kind of voice.
Letting their stoned bodies take over, they each began to explore the other's cracks and crevices. This was Greg's first experience in making love with two other people, and he was making the most of a good situation.
Linda and Denny were also finding it pleasant. Since last year they had learned that making love in front of, or with, other people had greatly increased their enjoyment. Since leaving home where they had willing friends share in their sexual escapades, they had not had a decent fuck. They sure were lucky people to find a sport like Greg to break up the monotony of screwing alone.
Their bodies started writhing faster and the two pricks, one in Linda's mouth, the other in her cunt, became more erected with desire and Linda's hole wetter with passion.
Once again that evening three orgasms were to be had by the occupants of room number seventeen.
CHAPTER NINE
With very little time for rest after their passionate encounter of the previous night, Denny, Linda and Greg once again headed west. The two men spoke very little to one another, not because they didn't feel like speaking, but because Linda never shut up. It seemed her personality in a car was exactly opposite to the person she was in bed. Once more she became a raving scholar a veritable bottomless pit of knowledge. Not a moment passed without her comment, and Greg caught what he could in between naps. Too bad he thought, Denny has to drive.
As they approached Des Moines Denny didn't know exactly where to drop Greg, so he woke him and asked, "Greg, when are you going to leave us?"
Greg looked at his map and decided to get off at the beltway around the city, same as he did around Chicago. The sky had been clouding over for some time and as he stepped from the car, it began to rain.
"Good luck," said Denny with a wave.
"Remember every little bit helps," squealed Linda.
"Later," replied the kid.
At the intersection of Route Fifty and the beltway round Des Moines, the beltway goes underneath the main road. Greg carried his bag and walked down the incline to the road below. As he looked for a good place to stand he happened to spot another hitch-hiker waiting at the spot for which he was heading. As he came up to the fellow he nodded and said hello.
"Where you bound," he asked the young man.
"I'm going to school about thirty miles from here."
Greg suggested they try hitching together. Neither he nor the other fellow knew that the motorists would hesitate to pick up two people, and so they stood beside the road, holding their thumbs out to each passing car, and watching them go by.
The weather, which until that time only looked bad, now began to deteriorate. Soon a cold blast of air shook them. This was quickly followed by a wall of water which soaked them to the bone.
It became obvious that they weren't going to get a ride in the same car so Greg offered to move away from the spot and let the other fellow continue alone. He did this and found some quasi-shelter under a nearby tree. From the cover of the leaves he saw the other boy gesturing to each car that passed. After several unsuccessful efforts, the fellow hollered up to Greg.
"Man, I hate this fucking hitch-hiking. It's taken me two days to go only two hundred and fifty miles. I nearly got busted yesterday for loitering.
"All I wanted to do was get out of their fucking town, but no one would give me a ride."
Greg did not answer. How could he say anything after the contrast between his experiences and the other fellow's! Certainly he had no complaints other than Linda's constant jabbering in the car. If that guy had balled Linda last night, Greg doubted he'd be complaining so.
At length a car did stop and take the other guy away. Greg moved his gear down to the road. The rain continued to fall heavily. He considered himself lucky when another car stopped almost immediately and offered him a short ride.
"We're only going about ten miles, but at least you can get out of the rain for awhile."
Greg took them up on their offer. The rain was just beginning to soak through his light jacket. Even if they were only going a short way, ten miles was ten miles. The minutes ticked by. Greg huddled in the back seat resting and catching his breath for when he'd again have to step outside.
As the car approached its turnoff, Greg noticed the familiar form of the fellow he tried to hitch with earlier. Evidently his ride was only going ten miles also. As he climbed out, the young student greeted his arrival.
"Looks like we're going to end up hitching together in spite of ourselves. Where you going?"
Greg answered in his usual way that he was heading for Colorado. The student seemed impressed by this. He could see going a couple hundred miles, but the thought of a couple thousand boggled his rationalistic mind.
They continued to try getting a ride together but when they once again succeeded in nothing, Greg said he would go into a nearby coffee house and have something to drink. He said goodbye once more to the student and went into the steamy warmth of the shop. No sooner had he given his order to the waitress, than the other hitch-hiker came rushing in to find him.
"Hey, did you say you were going to Colorado?"
Greg answered yes, but couldn't figure what he was so excited for.
"Man there are two of the best-looking chicks outside who are going to Denver. I told them about you when I got in the car, and they said to come in and get you.
"Come on, you lucky bastard, they're waiting outside now."
Greg quickly changed his order to "go" and got three extra coffees. In his rush to stumble out the door with bag and cups, he failed to notice what the girls in the car were like. Without really seeing them, he and the student climbed into the back seat, and the car started west. Roughly seven hundred to eight hundred more miles to Denver, another night on the road he thought.
"I'm Kathy," said the girl driving, "this is my roommate, Ellen."
Ellen smiled back through the make up and page boy hair. Both girls appeared well-dressed and very made-up. Made-up, that is, with make-up designed to make you look like you don't have any make up on, the 'natural look' Greg thought they called it.
It happened that Kathy and Ellen were stewardesses who were based in Denver. They were just returning from a disappointing vacation several hundred miles to the east.
"All the men were just such milk-toast asses, commented Ellen, "We didn't go there expecting to find any 'Mr. Wonderfuls,' but at least one of those jerks could have been nice.
"We'd get up each morning, have breakfast on the terrace, and chat with these guys as they walked passed our cabana. You'd think they would be over that ridiculous teenage habits of trying to impress the girls, but everyone of them tried to run some number on us about how they loved to be outdoors in the sun. We'd take one look at their pulpy bodies and know they hadn't exerted any muscles but their throats sopping down beer."
Greg didn't say anything, particularly after the reference to "ridiculous teenage habits." He didn't want to appear too teenage, not with these girls. They both attracted him. He wondered if his age would stop them from responding. Certainly he couldn't hope to impress them with much. The only thing unusual he had was an ounce of good weed Denny had laid on him that morning. However, he decided not to mention the grass till later.
In about twenty minutes the other young fellow got out and looked envious as they drove off further west. He had given Greg a nudge and made some remark about the girls and himself having a good time, but Greg ignored the statement, a move which seemed to endear him to the girls. They did not speak for quite awhile, and then Kathy began to question him on his destination and why he had left the last place he had been.
Until now he had contrived some story about the circumstances of his leaving home, but he was now over a thousand miles from those particular troubles and no longer felt threatened by its confusion. There's no use pretending anything different, if they don't like what I did the worst they could do would be to tell me to get out of the car.
Kathy listened to the story of Greg's graduation and the involvements with Jeanie and her mother. She thought it a very repulsive story, but nonetheless, it made fucking Greg appear to be more exciting because of it.
Greg could see the obvious impression he had made on the girls. He was surprised that his honesty had the right effect for a change.
"I feel sorry for that girl, Jeanie, you said her name was, after all it's no fun being pregnant in a small town," Ellen piped in.
"It isn't any fun for a city girl either," Kathy said remembering her own abortion last year.
Ellen quickly picking up on what Kathy had said, politely replied she was "sorry."
Greg was confused by the fucking secret conversation going on between the two girls. It didn't matter though, he really wasn't interested in the past, only what he could get going for the future.
"Well, it's going to be a long day of driving so everyone should make themselves as comfortable as possible. I don't think we'll get to Denver until the wee hours," Kathy said.
"As long as you've got a comfortable back seat rather than the side of the road, time will pass quickly. I've been really lucky in getting good rides. The people I rode with yesterday even let me sneak into their motel room.
"I started this trip with not too much money but I'm going to arrive in Colorado with almost as much as I started with. Can't believe things have been going so well," Greg proudly stated.
Ellen turned around in her seat to address Greg, "Every time my life starts going well I get nervous thinking my number will come up and I'll be crushed any minute by the cruel world."
"That's not true," Greg said knowingly. "If you just think positive about things, good things will more than-likely happen. If you are constantly worried about everything going haywire, then it probably will just prove you are right."
Kathy was very impressed with Greg's mature answer to Ellen's question. This kid had something on the ball, even if he was only eighteen or nineteen years old.
Even though it was still early in the day, Kathy's eyelids became heavy with sleep. "Greg, do you think you could drive for a bit, I'm sure as hell sleepy."
Now that would be a nice change Greg thought. He missed driving his own car and it was more boring just sitting in the back seat.
"Sure, I'll take over for awhile," said Greg.
Kathy pulled the car over to the shoulder of the road. "I'll just crawl into the back seat and saw a few logs. You guys just try and keep your mind on the road."
Kathy slid out from under the wheel and walked around to the side of the car where Greg was sitting. She opened the door for him and Greg stepped out. Greg hadn't realized how petite she was, she barely came to the middle of his chest.
"Boy, you are a real shortie," Greg smiled as he looked down into her long-lashed brown eyes.
"It's not the quantity but the quality," Kathy seductively said.
He settled himself into the driver's seat. "What road should I stay on to get us there?"
"Just stay on Route 40," Kathy replied already half-asleep.
They pulled off the shoulder and the car remained quiet for the next thirty miles. Greg was enjoying his reprieve from the back seat and Ellen was sneaking looks at Greg's magnificent build. Her eyes liked the long, slender body.
Greg started to think about last night. Linda was sure some chick in bed. He would have to rate her the best he'd ever done. He tried to remember how his cock felt while being stroked and was awakened to reality by his prick sticking down the leg of his pants.
Ellen also saw the stick which looked as though it extended halfway down his thigh. She had always had a fetish for big cocks and this looked like one she should add to her collection. After all the stuff he'd gone through, he probably wouldn't be insulted at all if she reached over and squeezed his dick.
"Do you mind if I exercise my fingers," she uttered as her deft fingers closed in around Greg's hard-on.
Greg was startled, he didn't know if he could handle Ellen's hand while he was driving or not.
"Why not," Greg said.
That's all the encouragement Ellen needed to really work him over. She unbuckled his belt and slowly unzipped his jeans. "I'm always thoughtful when I beat somebody off. I've had guys try and finger me through rough pants and it takes days for your pussy to heal up. I imagine the same thing goes for guys."
"Yea, I've had some really dumb chicks work on me for fifteen minutes without taking my pants off. I suffered for days later, that's for sure."
"I guarantee that there will be no suffering in this car today," she said coyly. Her experienced hand stroked his hard-on until it seemed large enough for Ellen to precede to the next step.
She lowered her head onto Greg's lap and began to take long hard licks up his cock. Her tongue would start between his balls and work itself up to the crown of his penis. At the top she would circle her tongue around the top and reverse the whole procedure back down the long pole.
"I'd say you've done this before, Ellen," Greg moaned as the road became unimportant in comparison to his expanding erection.
"It's easy to perform with equipment like yours." As Ellen looked up to make her last statement Greg caught sight of her mouth going down on his prick. Actually seeing her mouth caressing him made it all the better. He couldn't imagine where she put all his cock. It seemed as though the back of her mouth went ad infinitum.
The wet slushing noise her mouth made on his dick sounded loud enough to wake Kathy in the back seat, but she remained quiet and gave no sign of seeing the activities in the front seat.
I like the way she gets her tongue to flick the top crown of my dick, Greg thought. Greg could hardly concentrate it felt so good. He held the car on the road with one hand and laced his finger in Ellen's hair. Her head bobbed up and down more frantically as she drove his come up the hard shaft.
This was going to be a big one, thought Greg, feeling the mounting sperm begin to ooze out the tip of his prick.
"Watch yourself," he warned Ellen, "When I begin to drip like that I know I'm going to shoot a big load."
The words burned into Ellen's ears, as she tasted the salty goo against the roof of her mouth. His dick had grown enormously under the experienced caress of her lips. Feeling his rod plunging into her throat set her whole being on fire. Fighting the cramps in her neck, caused by the awkward position she had to get in to reach his cock, Ellen whipped her head furiously while her fingers beat his balls.
He was getting close! The tightening wave swept his groin pulling his balls high into his body. By bracing his left foot against the floor boards, he could thrust his dick hard into Ellen's receptive orifice. She matched his thrusts with a sucking flash of her tongue that seemed to wrap itself completely around his cock.
The car swerved momentarily to the shoulder as Greg's organ exploded into Ellen's mouth. She moaned and shoved the throbbing gland into her throat, reaching her own trembling orgasm in a fury of delight.
Kathy woke from her slumbers when the car's normal smooth ride suddenly ended in a shower of gravel against the fender. The right-hand tires slipped briefly off the road onto the shoulder until Greg was able to recover and put it back on its course.
"I had a feeling something was going to happen," said Kathy, looking at Ellen's greedy mouth lapping the gummy remnants of Greg's climax. "I knew something was going to happen, but you two were in a hurry."
"Who am I to deny a lady her pleasure," replied Greg with a grin.
"Oh, I'm not complaining," came a voice from the back, "Just remember you're only half way done, and the driver wants some too."
I can't understand it, said Greg to himself, as Kathy slumped back into the rear seat and Ellen dozed off nibbling the softened tube like a baby sucking her bottle, I left home to get away from sex and group maneuvers, and here I am three days out and I've been fucked and sucked ever since I left.
Why is it I can't seem to get away from my body. The closest I came was sitting there stoned, watching Denny and Linda do it on the motel bed.
That gave him a great idea. Yeah, thought Greg. Maybe if I got stoned again things would slow down a bit.
When it came time for him to rest awhile, Greg offered the girls some of the dope Denny had laid on him near Chicago.
Both girls smoked a lot and had some papers stashed in their bags. While Greg relieved himself in the bushes Ellen rolled a supply of joints to carry them the remaining hours to Denver. Night came on quickly and soon the three of them were speeding down the darkened highway each lost in the fantasies of their special trips.
Kathy kept looking at Greg and sizing up his potential as a bed partner. She wasn't going to rush into the joy of his big dick without savoring each sensation along the way. From the way Ellen had been licking his cock after she blew him, she must have enjoyed the affair quite well. Denver wasn't too far off, and after a shower and brief rest, she'd call upon the boy for a little service.
Ellen drifted between the memory of Greg's dick and the desire she had to jam it in her cunt. She wasn't as slow as Kathy. When she'd bring someone home from the airport for a "drink" it didn't take long before they ended in bed. When she was in college the girls in her class used to talk behind her back about her sexual appetite, but college was a long way off, and the pain she felt from those stupid people didn't bother her in the least. She laughed to herself thinking of how quickly she could fuck someone if she really wanted.
There was one guy on a late-night flight from New York to San Francisco. The flight was empty except for one other passenger and the crew. While the others sat in first class and talked over the day's weather, she and this guy retired to the aft lounge and made it on the floor. Ladies and gentlemen on behalf of Flying Airlines, Captain Graig and the rest of the crew, I'd like to lift up my dress and let you smell my cunt.
Greg continued driving. Smoking while he drove proved to be no hassle at all. The hours slipped by without any effort on his part. As the night went by conversation died and he sat in the warm blast of the heater dreaming of really making the journey to the coast. Just what would happen to him after Denver he didn't know, but if the first two thousand miles were any indication, he was ready for anything.
As dawn came up behind him. Greg rolled across the plains. He saw the Colorado state line sign and felt a slight tingling spread through his entire body. The word he'd used as a goal for the past several days was now here under his feet. He expected to see mountains all over, but the plains continued to open before him.
The road did not get a bit bumpy as he crossed the miles of fenced prairie. He wondered what a trip it must have been to travel out here when there weren't any fences. Lots of space and nothing or nobody around. He glanced over at Ellen and Kathy asleep with their dreams and was glad he was in a car with two beautiful chicks, rather than on a horse by himself.
Greg saw a road sign that read "Denver ten miles." At last he would see the place he had been picturing in his mind these past few days.
He secretly hoped his cock would get left alone for a day or so. Fucking was a great thing but he wanted a little 'challenge. He was tired of all this pussy thrown at his feet. It was time some chick really made him work for a screw.
The next ten miles went by quickly as Greg's mind thought of the ways and means he would use to get to the coast. Maybe Ellen and Kathy knew some people that were heading west. He must remember to ask them when they woke up.
"Yawn," Ellen groaned from the back seat. "Looks like we are almost home. Kathy wake up and get yourself together, we're home."
Kathy's body sat up and peered out the window. "You are right, just a few more blocks to go."
The girls directed Greg to their apartment and offered him a hot shower and a bed to crash in before continuing his trip.
"You girls have really been swell. I was wondering if you knew of anyone going further west that I might get a ride with."
"Not off-hand," Ellen said, "but I'll make a few calls when the hour becomes more decent. We've got some weird hippy freak friends that go to Frisco quite a bit, they might just be planning a trip."
Greg pulled into their apartment complex and turned the ignition off. "I guess we're here."
They all piled out of the car and Greg was loaded down with everyone's suitcase to lug into the apartment.
Greg followed the girls up and outside staircase to their apartment. Ellen unlocked the door and they entered the living room. Greg had never seen such a sharp looking place. There were do-dads from their world traveling hanging everywhere. They had used bright colors to decorate. The walls were navy blue with a red strip cutting through the middle wall at about waist height. The windows were shuttered in dark wood and even though it was daylight outside, the room was almost pitch black.
Ellen switched on a large red Japanese lantern. "This is what we call home. Greg."
Some home Greg thought as he sat the suitcases down and let his eyes take another tour of the room. "You girls really have a groovy place."
"We dig it," Kathy said. "Greg, why don't you hit the shower while Ellen and I cook some bacon and eggs. I think we all need a revival before going to the rack."
"Just point me in the right direction," Greg said.
"Down the hall and left," the girls called out simultaneously as if they had directed many young gentlemen down that hall.
Greg walked down the hall with his black bag. He could do with a change of clothes. He stripped down and stepped into the shower ready to let the hot steam purge his aching body.
Just then he heard, the bathroom door open. It was Kathy. He wondered if his big prick was visible through one of the plastic holes.
"Greg, I thought I'd ask you how you wanted your eggs."
"I'll go along with the group to make it easy on you."
Kathy stood there watching the water drip off the end of Greg's cock. His head was behind the black plastic and he was not aware of her lingering eyes. As he soaped his chest, he felt the long, hanging appendage in vibratory motion.
Kathy had wanted to get him in an old-fashioned bed, but this was really too much. She'd seen a lot of dicks through that shower curtain, but Greg's had to be the biggest, longest and best shaped of all of them.
Greg had not heard the bathroom door close again. "I said I don't care how my eggs are fried. Any way that's easy for you and Ellen."
"Sure anything you say, Greg," Kathy said as she stepped out of her panties and robe. She opened the shower curtain and stared at Greg through the bellowing steam.
Greg had never seen breasts that big. Maybe it was because she was such a petite girl but they disappeared under her arms and hung practically to her small waist. To make the flesh appear even more abundant, her nipples were tiny circles the size of a nickel.
She didn't move towards him, she waited until he made the first move. Greg's cock was sticking out in front of him like one of the towel racks in the room.
The sight of that long cock sticking straight out from Greg's body made Kathy's cunt wet without even so much as a touch. Greg sensing that he was to be the aggressor reached over and pulled her into the shower.
Kathy grabbed the bar of soap and offered to help Greg wash. She lathered him up carefully, starting at his chest and working downwards. She stopped when she reached his outstretched rod.
With great softness she rubbed her soapy hands over the erection. Lowering her mouth she drove her tongue at the hole that the sperm would shortly shoot out. Greg slipped to his knees as the water began spilling down their faces.
They each had hold of the other's vital spot eagerly trying to evoke wild passion in the water. Greg laid his body on the floor of the over-sized bathtub and pulled Kathy down onto him.
This was her favorite position. Her clitoris got the best massage from Greg's pubic arch that she ever remembered getting. Greg put his hands on her buttocks and pulled her pelvis to his thrusting cock.
"Slow down or I'll come in a hurry," Kathy cried in half pain, half pleasure.
"That's alright. I'll match you all the way."
They pulsated wildly as the water beat down on Kathy's back. When she felt her body shudder with sensation, the beating water only added to her sensational climax.
Greg delayed until after Kathy came to make sure she would have her womanly pleasure. "Alright, now it's my turn to go," Greg said panting. His prick penetrated her hole so hard that she thought she would cry out in agony. But Greg did not make her wait long for she felt the hot sperm rushing to her womb.
They lay there listening to the water hit the porcelain.
Kathy rose off Greg's body and said "Thank you. I'll have those eggs ready in a minute."
"Wait a minute," Greg said. "I want to clean you up a bit before you leave." She stood there facing him, GTeg took a wash cloth and ran it over her draining pussy. "Hate to have any of my girls running around with a wet cunt. They might catch cold."
They both laughed at his silly remark and Kathy left to start the eggs. She was exhausted after the affair in the tub and eagerly wanted to crawl into bed.
Greg finished his shower and put some fresh clothes on. It felt good to shave and brush one's teeth after an all night drive. He left the beloved bathroom and strode into the kitchen to join the girls.
"Where's Kathy," Greg asked.
"I don't know what you two did in the bathroom, but she came out looking like a wet chicken and asked to be excused without breakfast."
"We just engaged in a few sexercises to get the blood moving," Greg grinned.
"I think it moved on out of her body from the way she looked. That cock of yours must be even better in the cunt than in the mouth."
"It's all a matter of preference. Every little bit counts, you know."
CHAPTER TEN
Greg awoke to feel his legs pinned to the mattress by Kathy and Ellen's hips. The late afternoon sun filtered through the shutters and cast a pattern on the floor. The past day's journey had drained his energies and this quiet day spent sleeping with the girls revived his spirits and made him anxious to go.
There was one more service he had to perform before leaving the stews to fly on their own, and before he could get out of bed each girl saw to it her cunt was filled with his thick come.
He showered once again, then came out to the living room where Kathy was making a few calls.
"I think I've found you a ride," she said. "There's a friend of ours who goes to Frisco about once a week and he said he'd let you ride out with him.
"If you don't mind his crazy raps and his weird old lady the trip should be quick and painless."
"I don't think he'll be any problem," replied Greg. "After the luck I've had with rides thus far I can't see things blowing up now."
About eleven that night Spider, as their friend was known, came by to pick up his rider. The door opened and in came a bearded weirdo, the-likes of which Greg had never seen in his life. If anyone showed up in his hometown dressed with that many bells, beads, and baubles he'd be carried off to jail in minutes.
Spider dealt grass and acid to the college kids in Boulder. He had a pretty lucrative business going and had a reputation of always being tied into the best shit available. He'd been working the area for about two years now, though recent moves by the narcs had caused him to consider a change of climate. He was going to Frisco to score.
Greg gave the remainder of the ounce to Ellen and told her it was a gift for their trouble.
"Oh Greg," she sighed, "you were no trouble at all. Anytime you're in the area, drop by and say hello."
Each girl gave him a wet penetrating kiss. Kathy also added her own version of the quickie hand job. Then he gathered his bag and went down the stairs with Spider.
In the brand-new pontiac which Spider made his pickups in waited his doe-eyed old lady. She certainly was a beauty, but Greg could see from the stare in her eyes that her mind was nonexistent.
"Molly, this is Greg, he's going to ride with us to Frisco," Spider said nonchalantly.
"Is that so," Molly slowly said, "in the car or in the air?"
"Don't start any of your far-out raps. We've got company and I don't want him to report you to the people in white jackets."
Greg naively retorted, "I'd never do that no matter what."
The car swung out onto the Interstate and once more he was on his way to the Coast. This time he was on the home stretch. There was nothing but a thousand more miles of mountains and desert between himself and the answers.
He dreamed once again of the people he would meet. People who would give him answers. He wouldn't have to go any further. It was all waiting for him in California.
"Ever been to the city before?" Molly questioned.
"I've never been west at all. This is the first time."
"You probably dig it a hell of a lot better than the East. The whole pace of life is different out here."
Greg thought of the people he'd met on his past few days of travel and couldn't see much difference in their "pace of life" from those of the folks he left at home.
"We go out to Frisco pretty regularly," said Spider. "If you ever want to share some expenses and come back with us let me know."
"What do you do out there?" asked Greg, not realizing how stupid the question was.
In way of an answer, Molly reached into her Mexican handbag and pulled out a small vial containing several pink pills.
"This is what we do in the city," she said offering Greg one of the tablets.
He took the pill and examined it. It didn't look much different from any other pink pill, and he wasn't too impressed until she told him it was fine California sunshine acid.
Greg stared at the tablet in his hand. Obviously he could take it if he wanted. Spider and Molly were already downing one themselves. He looked again at his palm. Visions of bad trips and freaking out and dead junkies on trash-filled doorsteps flashed before his eye. Should he try it. Should he risk the spector of a terrible drugged death. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Fuck it" as he downed the pill.
Nothing happened for at least an hour. He waited for the tingles, the lights and the sounds. When nothing happened right away he grew slightly disappointed.
"This stuff is supposed to send you right up, isn't it?"
Molly explained there were different reactions for different people and that he'd just have to be patient.
He sat there waiting. A million thoughts began to float into his head. Janice, or was it Jeanie? Yes, Jeanie and her mother. Home. The first long wait for a ride. He was getting closer. The coast opened before him. Across the dark desert he could hear the sounds of someone breathing. Maybe it was himself. He looked for his reflection in the window but saw only the face of a wolf. A dark prowling wolf climbing higher on Mount Tarn, looking for another victim. Stalking the bushes. The morning sun spreading out into the Pacific.
How did I get here? It sure is a long way from home. He leaped from one rock to the other, sucking in the fragrance of sage and wild heather. Down' below he spotted a girl dressed in dungarees and loose blouse climbing in his direction.
"Hello," he cried, but it sounded more like a howl.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Far below the girl shaded her eyes against the sun and looked up towards Greg. She smiled and waved. It seemed a bit odd that she would wave. Greg couldn't remember if they had met. Her face was familiar but every time he recognized who she was her face changed into another person. As she came closer he could see she was a stranger, and all they had in common was the mountain beneath their feet and the Pacific stretching out westward.
As she climbed, her swinging tits rocked beneath the thin fabric of her blouse. With each step they bounced and danced in time to the heaves of her breath. The taut nipples projected at the center of the firm mounds, growing more tender with the gentle abrasion of the shirt material. Her animal sweat, caught on the breeze and blew up the hill to Greg, scenting the air like musk.
Greg sniffed and waited in the heat and wind. He watched her thighs straining upwards. Their power and supple texture showed through the heavy material of her dungarees. He liked her long strides. She seemed to be anxious to reach his ledge. As she approached, she waved once again and began to talk. The wind carried her exact words away, but she said something about 'they' told her he was up here.
Flashing back in crystalline color he remembered the long night's trip from Denver. He had never tried acid before that night. When he actually had the stuff in his hand he sat for the longest time wondering about freaking out. The memory of these terrible thoughts temporarily sent him back to feel their pain and anguish. Eventually he just threw the thing into his mouth and said fuck it to whatever happens. Guess that's the only way things ever get done he wondered.
"Greetings," said the strange girl, "the guy and chick who gave you a ride had to split. They asked if I would tell you.
"You've even brought your body way up here. Planning to stay awhile?"
Greg heard her words but his mind was too busy checking out her face and body to answer. Her hair was braided then wrapped about her head. It gave her the appearance of a character out of a civil war drama. Two gray-green eyes matched his own gaze. They followed him as he traced the contour of her neck down past the notch of her breasts to the button-like protrusions of her nipples.
He thought of the hair he found growing on Kathryn's right tit. It grew out in a cluster of three strands. Mrs. T liked to have him take the hairs in his lips and rub them about till she tore his head away. It must have hurt her a great deal, but then she always wanted him to abuse her in some way.
"I usually come up here to sun bathe," continued the girl, ignoring his silence. "This ledge gives you the best view I know of the sun going down. Besides, it's so high up not too many people climb this far.
"Since you're already here I don't want to ask you to go, but I'd like to still take off my clothes and get some of these rays while they last.
"It's not going to bother you, is it, if I lie here?"
Greg nodded his approval. As the girl rose to undress she rested her hand on his shoulder to support her weight. The coarse material of his shirt ground into his shoulders beneath her grasp. Her fingernails were long and well-kept, filed to a perfect taper, and each bit into his arm and muscle. Her sandals were quickly discarded. She looked far out to sea then crossed her hands and pulled the blouse from off her torso.
As the fabric cleared her breasts, Greg saw the tensed bulge of her boobs. The girl threw down her shirt and rubbed the fleshy firmness of her tits. First the right, then the left. The warm pressure of her hands sent shocks of delight through her nerves.
She liked to feel the radiant heat of the sun burning on her body. The long climb had knotted her legs and tightened the muscles of her chest. With the tips of her index fingers she played with the nipple of either breast. In stroking motions she caressed their hardening form. It did not matter that Greg sat beside her. It did not matter that he had not known her before. This was her rock, and he could either enjoy the place as she or leave. It would not have bothered her if he decided to leave, but secretly, she wished for him to stay. Sunset was still hours away and she knew her hands would get greedy for someone else's touch.
She undid her belt buckle and unzipped her fly. Slowly she slithered out of her blue jeans, taking a great deal of time in displaying how supple her body was. The jeans dropped to her ankles and she sat down on the warm earth to finish pulling them off.
Greg noticed that she did not have any underwear on. He had never seen a girl undress that did not have panties on. As she reached down to grab the bottom of her pants Greg saw her whole pubic region open to his view. Due to his stoned condition, for a moment her slit looked like a wide grinning mouth that was looking for a kiss.
Her jeans were finally off and Greg was amazed that her skin seemed to take on the colors of the sky. She looked so soft that he was almost afraid to touch her for fear that she would melt beneath his hand.
"Your name is Greg, isn't it?" the girl asked staring into Greg's eyes.
"Right. Greg Kelly to be exact." Why did he say that. Sure was a stupid thing to say. Maybe he didn't say it. He couldn't tell what he said and she was saying, it all seemed to be coming from the same mouth.
The girl sensed his confusion and looked into his face to see if she could find out what was wrong. She noticed his pupils were fully dilated and she knew the answer immediately. He was stoned. Really stoned on something a lot heavier than grass.
"Got anymore sunshine?" she asked grinning.
"No. Spider just gave me enough for myself. It sure is weird stuff."
"Is this the first time you've ever dropped any?" her voice asked quizzically.
"Yeh. The first time in my entire life. I kind of like it I think. I feel somewhat out of control to say the least."
"Far out. I mean a person's first trip is really a big occasion. I hope I can help you make it a memorable day. The first time I ever took any acid I was lucky enough to be with a really swell guy that guided me through a beautiful experience. I want to do the same thing for you if I can."
"Why don't you take off your clothes too. Your body is in for a real treat. That is if it makes you comfortable to do it," she said carefully.
"I think that would make me feel more comfortable. Your nakedness made me feel out of place," Greg said trying to unbuckle his belt. He noticed for the first time that his hands were shaking. He looked up at the girl with a frightened look in his eyes.
"Don't let the shakes worry you," she said knowingly. "Most acid has got a little speed in it so your body is a little active. You'll settle down after the speed works its way out of your system. Everybody usually gets the twits so don't worry, just enjoy all the fine things that your body is feeling."
Her answer seemed to wipe out all of Greg's fears. She seemed to know a lot about drugs and her confidence made Greg feel very relaxed.
She walked over to him and helped him undo his belt. Greg jumped as her fingers brushed his abdomen. It felt as though she had a thousand fingers instead of five. The girl laughed and told him he'd better get used to the intensified sensations because he had another eight hours to go before they would go away.
He managed to get out of his pants and pull his shirt off. Greg laid on his back and let the sun beat down upon his bare body. It felt as though the beams of sun were massaging his body. He didn't need to make love, the sun seemed to be able to get him off all by itself, with no help from human hands.
He lazily opened his eyes and looked over to his partner. She was in some kind of strange position that he had never seen before. Her arms were outstretched, palms down, behind her back and her body weight was resting on her shoulders. Her buttocks were up in the air and her long legs were extending down to the ground.
"What in the hell is that," Greg asked.
"This is the Halasana or Plough Pose in Yoga. Don't tell me you don't know what Yoga is?"
"Yogi Bear is the only thing I've ever heard of," Greg said laughing. Feelings of laughter started to fill his whole being and he laid on the ground laughing for a full five minutes.
The girl knew what that laughing sensation was. Sometimes when she took acid she just wanted to laugh for hours, it made you feel so happy you didn't know how else to release it except to laugh yourself crazy.
"What was I laughing so about?" Greg asked holding his sides.
"We were talking about Yoga and you made a joke that seemed to strike you funny. Do you want to learn something about Yoga?"
"Sure. I'm up for anything. Sock it to me," and the laughter started swelling up again in his throat.
"First of all do you want to make love to me," she asked with the greatest sincerity.
Had it been another time Greg might have been shocked, but considering how great everything seemed, her question seemed perfectly natural.
"Sure I want to make love to you. You're a beautiful chick with a great body, I'd be crazy if I didn't say yes to such a nice question."
"Alright, first we have to get in the Kama Sutra position. Put the right foot on the inside of your left knee and the left foot on the inside of your right knee. This is called the lotus position."
Had not Greg's legs felt like rubber, he would have probably never been able to attain the position, but as it was, the legs he was contorting did not seem like they belonged to him.
"That's really good for a beginner," she said enthusiastically. "Now take your fingers and touch your index to your thumb in a small circle. With your remaining three fingers, stick them together tightly and place your hand on each knee."
Greg was really getting into this for he saw her slit grinning up at him again. It still looked like it needed to be kissed.
"Now stare at me and think of touching me with your eyes and making your whole body feel mine. Breathe deeply and with each breath bring the power of our two bodies together. We will be touching one another through space."
Greg exhaled to clear his lungs of the trapped air. He could not remember the last moment he had taken a breath. It seemed such a long time ago. As the fresh ocean sprayed air rushed into his lungs, he felt the hot blood surge to his head. The liquid in his veins seemed thick and hot like molten lava or his own come. His whole body had changed its blood for come. Every part of him was now a sexual organ. His hair, his toes, the muscles of his back, everything was part of his excitement.
Looking at the stranger Greg flashed on the many faces of his trip west. He was there on the Pacific ledge gazing at the naked beauty of the strange girls' glistening clitoris. He was shoving his cock hard up Kathryn's ass feeling the taut skin of his prick-head drawn painfully back by the dry rim of her ass-hole. Her buttocks offered themselves to his vision then exploded in waves of climax that welled up in his body.
The sun baked his memory in white light changing Kathryn's ass to the taste of Steven's gummy sperm bursting in his throat. The thick tube of his organ throbbing inside Greg's mouth, its swollen red head filling forced swallows full of the salty mixture, while he fucked Jeanie's virgin hole. Virgin no more, poor pregnant Jeanie, he wondered how she would make it through the next nine months.
The difficult thoughts of Jeanie's troubles dropped Greg back to the sunshine reality of the rocky ledge he shared with the strange girl. She appeared to know everything he was thinking. For as confused and irrational and mean as his actions had been in the past, nothing seemed to matter at that particular moment with that particular girl. He followed the line of her shoulder, and saw her body sway slightly under the tender caress of his eyes. She smiled at him and took a deep sensual breath that caused her firm breasts to rise and fall before him.
Reaching out with his palm he moved his hand along the contours of her body, but did not actually touch her. It did not matter that their physical bodies were not in direct contact for the sensations crashing through his nerves were the same as if he'd been pressing tight against her. If anything the feelings were all the more intense, because of the small distance that separated them.
"Your fingers feel so good," she said, "Like I can see the electric energies surging between your hand and my shoulder.
"Do the same thing to my tits. Make them get hard. I want to dream of you teasing them."
Greg slowly circled his hand inches above her left nipple. The soft brown tit quivered and gradually filled with desire. Its supple form rose before his gaze and became hard. He continued his ethereal massage, working her boobs through the cushion of air, pinching and pulling the tiny erections till they seemed ready to explode.
Greg looked down between his legs and was surprised to find that he had not even gotten hard. A temporary panic filled his head when he feared the drug had immobilized his cock. The girl saw him glance at his groin and figured it was time to return some of the good feelings he'd just offered her.
Rising to her knees she moved to behind Greg. Her braids fell loose as she pulled the few bobby pins from her hair and let it fall loose. Then, using her hair like a soft cloth rubbed the aching lines of his back. Greg's eyes shut. In the glare of the sunlight through his eye lid he envisioned the two stewardesses lying on either side of him in Denver. Their thighs thrown across his. The smell of their passion and sweat filling his mind.
"Dream of all the women you have ever fucked," chanted the strange girl. "Dream of them no matter whether they were good or bad. Think of the feelings you brought them. See yourself entering their cunt or mouth. Moving in and out. See your long thick erection plunging in and out.
"Learn what you can from the memories and teach all the things you learned to me. I want to have you lick my cunt and grab my clitoris between your teeth. It feels so good just talking about it, but it will feel even better when I have that tongue teasing my hole.
"Tell me you want to fuck me and I'll be anything I can to please you."
The offer proved just the trigger needed to start Greg's monstrous erection growing. He felt like someone turned on the juices inside his cock. It twitched and flipped spasmodically. He never remembered getting so hard so quick. His prick thickened with determined pulses that made the blue veins stand out against the rising shaft. It stood out between his crossed legs anxious to be touched. It did not have to wait long.
"I want to fuck you," sighed Greg, "I want to stick my cock in every hole in your body. I don't want you to beg me to fuck you. I just want to hear how much you want my dick."
Behind his back the girl released her hair and pressed the taut tips of her nipples lightly against his shoulder blades. By hunching up and down onto her heels she moved their delicate ends around his back. Greg turned to match each movement with his own. The sun continued to burn down on their exposed skin. Each brush of her hair, each pressure of her tit flashed across his mind. He almost called her name, but then he remembered she didn't have one.
As Greg sat there with his throbbing erection twitching between his thighs, the girl ran her hands up his arms and cupped the back of his neck in her palms. With the hard press of her thumbs she drove those last weary thoughts of the hassles he left behind far out of mind. Greg forgot his dreams and lost himself in the excitement of the strange girl and the ledge and the California sunshine.
His erection seemed to outgrow his body and extend upward into the sky. Greg felt as if he were a lion with no other desires but instinctual ones. He actually felt every drop of blood that his body was pumping into his prick.
Greg felt as if they had been on the ledge for hours but the intensity of the hot sun told him that it hadn't been an hour since they met on the top of the hill. Time seemed to be passing so slowly. Each kiss seemed to last for thirty minutes, each caress lasting for days.
The girl moved around in front of him and clasped her fingers tightly around his rod. It felt to Greg as if she wrapped her body around his erection instead of just five fingers. He let his back drop to the warm earth and let his mind consume her touch.
She knowingly moved her fingers up and down his long pole, then bending her body to his groin, placed her mouth on the crown of his penis. Her lips felt like her pussy, he couldn't tell the difference. Her warm saliva burned into his flesh and he wondered how his body could withstand much more sensation.
Greg's eyes were closed and he felt her body change position once again. He sensed her breasts coming to meet his chest and then the weight of her being crushing into his body.
The strange girl was amazed at the burning hotness of his body. Greg's intensity was so strong, she began to get stoned herself. Instead of their bodies meeting one another, they melted and flowed through each other's skin.
Greg being out of his head with pleasure was letting the girl set the pace and exploit all the moves. She was acting like his guru, guiding him properly to the height of sexual passion.
Greg was so entranced with the feeling of her body on top of his that he completely forgot about fucking her. Had it not been for the girl's desire to feel his immense prick in her body, the actual screwing would have never occurred.
"Greg, are you ready to feel the hot walls of my cunt eat your cock?"
"I'm ready for anything that you want to do to me. I don't think there is anything that would feel bad at this particular moment," Greg said in a dreamy voice.
"Alright, close your eyes and think of being nothing else but your prick. Lose the rest of your body and concentrate on only being inside your prick."
Greg closed his eyes and thought about his organ. It was difficult. When he closed his eyes, he saw all sorts of colored fireworks going off. Blue, green, yellow, aqua, red-it was unbelievable!
"I'm having a hard time concentrating on one thing," Greg told the girl. "There are these colored lights that-"
"I know all about the colored lights, Greg. Just think of all those fireworks going off in your cock. Then you'll be able to concentrate," the girl said knowingly.
Greg tried to do as she instructed and felt new shock waves purging his body. The girl knew her words had worked for Greg's prick began twitching involuntarily. She thought about that twitching prick inside her cunt and could no longer postpone the delights of having it inside of her.
"Greg I've got to have you now, I just can't wait any longer," the girl panted.
"Alright, but I want you to fuck me. I'm tired of fucking girls, this time I want to be fucked," Greg replied with great feeling.
The girl remained on top of Greg and slid her body down until she felt the hard prick strike her slit. Oh shit, it felt so good she thought.
And then she figured that since, well that she was the boss, she took Greg's cock in her hand and moved it up and down the lips of her cunt. Greg's cock was beginning to leak liquid so between the juices that the girl supplied and Greg's, there was enough lubrication for one hundred people to fuck. Their organs slid into one another with no resistance.
As each stroke of the girl's body made its way down the tip of Greg's prick, a wave of colored feeling filled his body and sent his mind further into being his cock. The girl began moving rhythmically on Greg. Greg sensed her come and momentarily marveled that she came and he wasn't even inside of her yet.
"That isn't enough," the girl moaned in pleasure. "I've got to come again with you inside of me, that is what I've been waiting for all day. Please, now let me fuck you."
The girl knew Greg didn't care but she liked to hear herself ask him. It seemed more polite that way or she just wanted to be kind.
Greg's prick had if anything become bigger than it was while she had been blowing him. Greg wanted to look down at himself to see if he was as big as he felt but he didn't want to spoil the girl's timing.
The girl stood up on her knees and grabbed Greg's prick with her hands. She pointed in towards her hole and then thrust her pubis down with all the force she could possibly muster up.
Greg's cock jammed into her waiting hole. Greg felt as though one hundred and twenty volts ripped through his body. He didn't have any strength to move, he let the girl move his prick in and out of her body.
The girl did not start slowly. Her passion was such that she began fucking Greg as quickly as her hips would allow. Each time his cock entered her hole, Greg felt as thought his whole body went inside of her. She began to moan and Greg could not tell which were hers and which moans were coming from him.
He saw the world become red with blazing color and the sperm began its long climb upward. He could almost feel each individual sperm tickling his rod as it fought its way out of his huge erection.
Each spurt of his come seemed to last for minutes. He seemed to come for what seemed like an hour. He was delirious with pleasure. He was happier than he had ever been in his entire life.
The girl had reached her climax as she felt Greg's come shooting up into her abdomen. Her body rode on Greg's cock until neither one of them had an ounce of energy left to move. They lay on top of one another motionless.
Greg had never had such an experience, he didn't quite know what to say to the girl that had given it to him. The girl's body lay motionless on his own, Greg lifted his arms for the first time in their love-making, and encircled her back. She nestled into the comfort of his torso and sighed deeply. The passion of his exploding climax had not affected the hardness of cock. It remained swelled inside her juice-filled cunt.
After her own rolling climax had left her body exhausted and spent the girl thought their love-making was done for a few minutes, but the heavy pressure of Greg's erection remained inside her body and she squirmed with delight at the thought of continuing the excitement. She felt his heavy rod slide in the well-lubricated hole. Each time he pumped his hips upwards she sensed the gluey mixture of her own come and Greg's drain from her cunt.
The steamy brew dripped out her hole and oozed onto Greg's pubic hair where it was mashed into his skin with each subtle motion of their thighs.
"Don't move too quickly," directed Greg, "I sure don't want this moment to end for quite awhile. I can feel my hard-on still ready to fuck you again, but I don't want to rush things before we're both ready.
"I've never felt like this before. It seemed you were the one in charge at the beginning and I liked it. I liked letting you work-out on my cock. It turned me on more to feel you getting excited each time you pushed your cunt into my groin.
"I don't think I've ever worked so hard to make you come, but all I really did was lay here and think how good everything felt."
"That's all part of the good things can happen to you when you leave yourself open to them," replied the girl.
Greg thought for a moment then continued, "I've been through a lot of shit these past few months. Everything in my life became so fucked up and confused. I ended up balling my girl's mother and getting the girl pregnant, then-"
Before he could continue the girl stopped his self-destructive rapping by slightly adjusting her legs on his. Greg's mind instantly flashed onto the feeling of his still-hard prick waiting inside her cunt. He stretched his hands across her back and pulled her body close to his own.
She responded to the strength of his arms by letting her legs fall to the outside of his, then pulling them up so that her cunt opened and allowed his dick to slip slightly further inside. While his left hand supported her back, his right played down her spine to the crevice leading to her ass-hole. There his middle finger traced the cleavage down until it found the small puckered opening of her ass.
He could feel the sticky juice which had leaked out her twat and been smeared over her buttocks. Moistening his finger tip in the gum he placed it against the hole and gently pressured the rim of her ass. A squirm of the girl's body told him to be gentle. He thrust his hips upward and shoved his cock its full length into her cunt. As she met his thrust with the motion of her own, he stuck the tip of his middle finger barely into her ass-hole.
The added presence into the often over-looked opening shocked the girl's body and sent chills and hot flashes crashing about her womb. Greg wiggled the tip of his intruding finger and forced a low moan out of the girl, who nestled her head on his shoulder.
The sun baked her back. She tried to concentrate on feeling his erection, but the added presence of his finger caused her mind to race back and forth between his cock in her cunt and his finger working slowly up her ass.
"Relax your body," he whispered quietly, as if there were a thousand people listening. "Relax and let me take care of everything."
With that he rolled his weight over onto his right side, carrying the girl with him. Being careful to avoid rolling onto any sharp stones, Greg pulled her left leg over his hip bone. He liked to fuck on his side. It did not seem so hard a position for the girl to bear as all his weight was not bearing directly on her.
He also liked the long strokes he could do. It seemed he could stick his whole rod deep into her body, savoring each inch as it rode into the damp tube. The girl also liked the way this position freed her hips to move in easy thrusts and grinds. Without the heavy load on her torso her supple thighs locked themselves around his demanding hard-on. Each heave she matched with her own.
To Greg's surprise she responded to his treatment of her ass-hole by reaching around to his own. Her hands, though out in the sun, were chilly and he shuddered as she rested the tip of her middle finger on the rim. He wondered if she would do the same thing to him.
In an instant his wondering stopped, as she shoved his ass-hole open with her straightened finger. Its nail drove into the tender flesh of his rectum. Unlike himself, she forced her finger deep into his hole. The burning rim of his ass stung like she had just shoved a molten rod between his legs. The shock of her jabbing finger rocketed his passion to more strenuous heights. He threw his hips forward trying to escape the marauding finger. The violence of his action unbalanced their position and he tumbled on top of the laughing girl.
"So you want to play rough," he chided her playfully, "I'll show you a little trick I learned from a very determined mother."
With that he continued rolling until he was behind the girl's back. She screamed in mock terror as his arms encircled her and held her squirming form tight against his own. She knew what was coming-he was going to do her in the ass.
She'd thought a lot about a prick in her ass but no one had ever done any more than finger her. A couple of times she even asked to be fucked there, but no one ever seemed willing to oblige her. She had always thought that it would feel pretty damned nice.
Greg took his fingers and prepared the small puckered hole by gently stretching it out with his two fingers. He didn't have to worry about her ass-hole being wet enough for his cock, he had shot so much come into her that it was rolling out down her legs and buttocks.
Her hole was becoming more open as Greg's somewhat-experienced fingers manipulated the spot well. For some reason, he liked to fuck in the ass as well as in the cunt. Maybe it was because it was a little painful to feel his enormous organ trying to cram itself into such a small outlet.
Greg reached around to the girl's clitoris and felt its growing hardness as a sign to precede on to the next step-fucking.
As he manipulated her clitoris with small grinding flicks, he entered her ass-hole slowly. He met with some resistance but the girl's pleading voice told him to continue on. With short thrusts he gored out the tiny hole. As the opening became larger his thrusts become longer and faster until they were moving at a good pace.
He could feel her cunt rush with fluid and he knew it would only be seconds before she would reach her climax. Her body shuddered and he pushed his cock further into her ass hoping that this would speed up his own sense of climax.
He came only seconds after she did. He withdrew his still hard cock and rolled over onto his side. She raised herself up and looked over at her partner.
"I can't believe that thing is still up in the air," she laughed looking at his prick aiming at the sun. "It must feel funny to have one of those things."
"It must feel funny to have a hole instead of a cock, too. I've always wondered what it felt like for a girl to have something as big as me inside of them. Guess I'll never find out."
"That's not true," the girl said belligerently. "A person can be or should I say feel anything that he wants to. You just have to get into the right state of mind. I've been a bird before, so surely one day I can be a man with a prick."
"That is a pretty scarey thought," Greg said, his voice thoughtful.
"It's not scarey at all," she replied, "Part of what the drug can do for you is letting you really be whatever you want. It's not a dream. It's really what you are, and there's no one whose words mean anything because you already know."
The heat of her abraded ass still burned Greg's dick. He tried to let his mind concentrate on the words, but each word disappeared in twenty visions. He could not tell everything he was deciding, yet somehow he understood. Greg looked at the still-throbbing erection standing before his eyes. Its size grew enormous. like a huge flesh-colored bean pole rising towards the heavens. He wanted so badly to fuck himself.
"Fuck me again," said Greg. "I want to feel what you feel like."
She understood. Looking over at the pulsing hard-on the girl raised her hand and took a firm grip on his organ. Squeezing its thick form she slowly raised her body and adjusted her position until she knelt over his cock. Lowering her head she licked the brown spots of shit on his dick, cleaning each spot till it was clean.
She then lowered her mouth over the swollen head and stroked its length. The slime from their two previous attempts covered his cock. She rubbed the gooey mixture deep into her hand and his prick. Inside her mouth the tip of her tongue flew about his cock head like a polishing rag. Greg slammed his legs into the dirt in ecstasy.
He was his flesh melting into the rock. The saliva of the strange girl's mouth. Her skin. Her womb. Her come. Riding over the huge erection, lapping its length, he felt her body sway as each gulping swoop of her mouth consumed his prick more and more. He had to fuck her.
Pushing her torso off his own he lay the girl back onto the rock. Her mouth no longer touched his cock, but it felt like a thousand other mouths had taken over. He spread her legs and saw the glistening cunt-mouth opened for his dick. He took his organ and placed it against the yielding lips. Its head was ready to plunge full-bore into the muzzle of her twat.
With a heave he threw his muscular torso against her thighs. His thick shaft slammed up to the cervix. Huge shocks wracked both their bodies as the monstrous climax to beat all climaxes swept the oily sperm up his rod and rushing in to meet the goo of her eggs.
She dragged her nails across his back. Thin red lines of blood oozed from the passionate wounds. Greg ground his exploding cock up tight on her clitoris. He felt the little button quivering like a door buzzer. The wet rush of cream rushed out her hole and drained onto the dirt. The more her hips swayed to rock her orgasm on another notch, the paste of dirt, come, and her own climax stuck itself over her ass and skin.
The minutes past, the moments to come, there was nothing remaining save the warm feeling of his flesh and the excitement of his soul that soared further than his flesh. It rose off the earth and swam to the sun then circled back and entered his body refreshed once again.
They lay there, his body locked firm against hers. In time, she lowered her legs slowly to the soil. As the suction of his shrinking cock broke between her legs, a slight gush of air rushed out of her cunt. The sound was unique and made both of them laugh at how silly it sounded. Greg's dick, limp and looking somewhat little, slipped from her cunt. They rolled onto their backs and laughed at the sky.
Eventually Greg stopped laughing he turned to the girl who had just made him so happy. Leaning on his elbow he reached over to brush her cheek with his finger tips.
"I don't know how to thank you for all the feelings, thoughts and kindness that you have passed onto me today. I've never met a girl like you before and can't say that I want to. I'd like to hold on to the thought of you being the only woman in the world. That is at least for awhile."
"You may not say that after you find out what a frustrating life enlightenment causes. So many thoughts start bombarding your mind till you don't know whether you are coming or going. I know, I'm only seventeen years old but I've known about all the things that I did with you today for three years. It has made me very tired sometimes and then other times it has given me great happiness. I guess that's the way everybody's life is.
"Guess I'd rather be really happy or really down-and-out, rather than some kind of in-between middle-of-the-road stuff."
"Guess I rather be really happy or really down and out, rather than some kind of in between middle of the road stuff."
Greg sat musing at the worldly knowledge this girl possessed at such a young age. Instead of imagining her life as hard and weary, he saw her as some kind of painted saint in white.
"I feel a little sticky," the girl laughed as she pointed to the stream of come and dirt running down the inside of her legs. "Why don't we go down to the water and take a bath?"
"Sounds like a great idea," Greg said happily. He started to put his clothes on and the girl stopped him.
"Nobody takes a bath with their clothes on," she said. "This beach is always deserted and even if someone shows up, they'll be the freaky variety that doesn't care if you have any clothes on or not."
Greg laughed at his own modesty. "Sure, now is no time to put one's clothes on. Let us get on with the taking of the bath."
They climbed down the hill slipping and sliding, laughing and yelling at one another's clumsiness. After the steep part of the hill subsided, they joined hands and skipped down the path as though they were two children playing in the afternoon sun.
When their eyes caught sight of the water they both broke into a run and yelled "Beat you" simultaneously. The girl broke ahead of Greg and raced madly down to the surf and into the water. Greg wasn't far behind. He dove into the wave and came up on the other side in time to see the girl's buttocks disappearing into the next wave. Greg bounded out towards the deeper water. As the foam washed about his bare balls he suddenly realized how cold the water was.
This wasn't what he expected California Pacific Ocean water to be like. It was supposed to be hot with lots of surfers. Instead it was cold and there was no one around for miles. The girl called for him to swim out to her. He hollered back and dove further into the surf. As each wave passed him he felt the cold water washing away his bad feelings of the past.
He was no longer ashamed of what he had done. He saw himself emerging as a man. He was not infallible, and he could certainly point to any number of mistakes he'd made back along the way. However he no longer felt guilty about anything he'd done. Whatever it was that made him the way he was no longer was in him in the same way now.
"You didn't tell me it was so cold," he said to the girl.
"The surprise is all included in the price of the ticket," she replied with a grin.
He swam to her side. The large Pacific ground-swells rolled past them as they floated beyond the sandbar. Out here in the water they could look back up at the ledge where they had made love. That's what it was Greg thought, for the first time in his life he felt like he had made love. The element he'd not had in all his past affairs was what he found on that Pacific ledge.
Not that he would always have to make love every time he made it with a chick. Greg thought that at last he knew he was capable of making love. Perhaps his greatest terror in all those months of being alone was his overpowering incapacity to feel like he was making love.
He was glad he had met the people he had. They had broken him out of a shell too thick for himself to handle. Some of the people helped because they wanted to, others didn't even know what they had done, still others did it in spite of their efforts to the contrary. Whatever their reasons, Greg had learned something from each. He knew that everything he had done in the past helped in some way to make him what he was today.
"Had enough of the water," the girl asked.
"I'm cold if that's what you mean," Greg screamed.
"Why don't we go back up to the ledge," she smiled, "there's still a few hours of light left, and besides, I know it's warm up there."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Up on the ledge, we fucked, slow and easy, and then fell asleep in one another's arms. I thought I felt so relaxed and peaceful, but apparently I didn't, because I had one of the most frightening nightmares of my entire life. I know where it came from, but now, all I want to do is recall it once more, and then forget it.
I had apparently been unconscious, but when I came to, I found myself in a large room whose walls were black and on which, painted in yellow, appeared the terrifying signs of the pentagram, the male penis, and the inverted cross. I found myself naked, and I was a woman! My wrists were still bound behind me. I lay upon a low wide table made of teak wood, piled with luxurious thick cushions against which my naked skin quivered and was at ease. The curious languor had not left my body.
I was not alone. Clustered around me, staring anxiously at me, were six girls, all dressed in flowing black robes which took them from the neck to the ankles and which were visibly open right down the middle, fastened by only three mother-of-pearl buttons. These buttons were singularly fastened, being fabricated in the shape of horns.
With a cry of alarm, I sat up, and at once one of them hurried to me and put a hand on my shoulder. She could not have been more than twenty. She was coppery-haired, with a sweet, gentle face, huge hazel eyes and a rosebud of a mouth.
"Where am I, what are they going to do to me? Where is Karen?" I cried.
"You must compose yourself, please," the young girl said gently to me. "I am Ariadne, a subpriestess, and these others are, like me, of the same low order. We have been chosen to prepare you for the presentation to Him who is Lord of Knowledge and of the true Light."
"Oh no!" I cried. "I want to get out of here, I have to tell the police-they're holding my sister prisoner here-I saw her beaten and then-and then forced-oh please help me, won't you, please!"
"We can help you only by preparing you, Lilith," the coppery-haired girl told me.
"Why do you call me Lilith?" I asked.
"That is the name to be given to you when you are introduced to the Brotherhood and Sisterhood tonight."
"Tonight?" I echoed. "But isn't this Saturday night?"
"Oh no, it is Sunday, and it will be at the stroke of midnight that the ceremonial begins," Ariadne told me.
So, after seeing Karen whipped and then buggered, before my very eyes, I had fainted and somehow I had been unconscious all through the night into this new day, this day of terror when I was to know at last the secret mysteries of this accursed Temple of Light!
The girl who called herself Ariadne now beckoned to her companions, all of them lovely girls and dressed exactly the same way. There could not have been one who was more than twenty-four, I was certain. Uniformly, their hair tumbled almost to their hips, in the free-flowing style which one sometimes characterizes with the word "hippie." They took hold of me, lifted me down from the table, and led me through an archway into a resplendent bathroom. It had a huge tub, a sunken tub, such as they used to have in the villas of the ancient Romans who were very wealthy, and there were teakwood bowls in which there was soap and bottles of oil and jars of creams.
Between the two of them, they thrust me down into the water, which was lukewarm. Then a third girl, taking off her robe also, came to the tub with me and began to rub me with a scented soap, fondling my tits and my bottom and also rubbing her hand well in between my legs while I begged her not to and blushed furiously in my shame.
Finally they took me out and made me lie down on my back on a low marble bench.
But they hadn't finished. One of them crouched behind me and lifted up my head and held my neck with both hands while another girl dabbed a purple lipstick on my mouth. Still another girl added mascara to my eyelashes, and then a green eye shadow to make my eyes look more exotic. They combed out my hair, but it wasn't quite so long as any of theirs, that was for sure! One of them finally took an ivory comb and combed it out into a thin sheath, put a gold barrette at the back of my neck, and just let it flow as it would. Then they began to spray my body with perfume from an atomizer; my armpits, my pussy, my tits, my sides and the insides of my legs. Then they rolled me over and did the same thing to my back, my nape, and even opened the cheeks of my bottom and sprayed in there!
They left my feet bare, but they untied my wrists to rub some soothing cream into them, for they were badly chafed. Those two big girls, the strongest, held me tightly while this was being done.
Finally they led me to a mirror at the side of the wall near the door, and I studied myself. I was really beautiful, exotic, and I looked sexy. But I was awfully afraid.
"How lucky you are, Lilith!" the girl called Ariadne told me enviously, shaking her head, a wistful expression on her lovely face. "Many of us have never been with Him, and maybe we shall never be until we are worthy. All of us have committed faults and this is why we are subpriestesses, whose duty it is to entertain the lower members of the Brotherhood and Sisterhood."
"Oh please, won't you please help me get out of here? I found my sister. She ran away from New York, my mother died, and I came here to find her! They called her Moura-oh please, help us get away from here!" I begged Ariadne.
"Oh no-what you ask is impossible, Lilith!" she replied in a shocked tone. "No one who enters here may leave without the permission of either Evadne, the High Priestess, or the Dark Master. Besides, very soon it will be your turn to be presented to Him. You should be joyous and happy at your new lot, for all your worldly cares will be removed, and you will be exalted above women."
"But I don't want to be-I didn't come here for that-I want to save my sister-please, they're keeping you here against your will, all of you. They're criminals, don't you understand that?" I cried out in exasperation.
There was a gasp in chorus from those girls, and they began to whisper among themselves. Ariadne looked very sad and said to me, "You must not ever again speak like that, Lilith, or we shall have to report you to Evadne and then you will be punished. Perhaps Hugo will be the one to do it, and most of us know how terrible he is and how cruel to us when we are wicked. If you speak that way again, your presentation may be delayed, and you may never be presented to Him. You will live in darkness, below the temple, as some of us do down here."
"What do you mean?" I cried.
"We came here hoping to find peace and truth, Lilith," Ariadne told me. "But each of us, because we are weak vassals, committed one blunder, offended one of the higher members of the Brotherhood and Sisterhood, and this is why we are subpriestesses and wear the gowns we do. You, who are virgin, wear white, and you are destined for Him. But if one flaw is found in you, you will be cast down and you will live beneath the Temple of Light and thus abide in a darkness which has no light or future. We serve here now in contrition and sadness in our shame, hoping that one day He will restore us by some deed of good worth that we may do while in our lowly servitude."
She was talking as if out of a book, and it was gibberish to me. But just the same, cold chills went up and down my spine as I thought of all these young girls, maybe kidnapped and brought here just as I had been, accepting their lot. Accepting being whipped and buggered by that horrid cripple, that loathsome Hugo.
"Now you must wait in meditation, Lilith," Ariadne told me, "till they summon you. Come, we go now to the room of tranquility and anticipation. Ah, how lucky you are indeed-all of us have been there at one time or another. Then something happened and He was displeased with us, and we were taken from that room and punished and sent here to serve until we are worthy. Entreat Him for us, if you find favor with Him tonight, blessed Lilith!"
There was such fervor in her voice that I stared at her transfixed, not understanding how a girl could utter such nonsense and be so happy about such a miserable fate as she had here, a captive, the plaything of just about everybody-as I later learned-except of course His Infernal Highness. Her eyes were shining, and there was color to her cheeks, and yet I felt there was somehow something strange and artificial about her mystic mood and all the words she was speaking to me.
But before I had much time to think, all the girls clustered around me and took me by my bound wrists and shoulders and pushed me out of the room and down the corridor to the very end. Then Ariadne opened another door, a very narrow one, and I was led inside. It was a room not much larger than a prison cell, but with a huge vaulted ceiling. The walls were entirely in yellow, and the only furniture in this cell was a low bench on which there was a single cushion, a cushion decorated with the signs of the pentagram and of the male prick.
"Lie down and wait and close your eyes and pray to Him who will liberate you when the time is at hand," Ariadne said to me as the girls shoved me toward the bench.
They had tied my hands together, but this time they had used polished and oiled straps which did not cut into my already tender wrists. They had buckled them tightly, and I was still helpless. Then they disappeared and the door clanged behind me. When I heard the turn of the key in the lock I burst into tears. I was prepared now, anointed and perfumed like a sacrificial virgin-and that was exactly what I was. But to whom would I be sacrificed this night, and who was His Infernal Highness?
It seemed to me that hours had passed while restlessly I waited, trying to think, to formulate some plan of action whereby I could escape this wretched house and find the police and bring them here to save us both. Then the door opened and Evadne, in a blue robe from neck to ankles, holding a black taper in one hand and an ivory replica of a male cock and balls in the other, entered. She was followed by two men in black cowls and robes, which hid their faces and which cast a cadaverous appearance upon them.
"We have come for you, Lilith, for it is the hour," Evadne said, her eyes glowing. "Rise, therefore, kneel to me, who am High Priestess of Mazdazan, and tell me that you await with ecstasy and humility this rare privilege of being summoned before Him who is our Lord of Darkness which is truly Light!"
I hesitated. I cringed inwardly at the thought of this blasphemy, and yet I knew that I was helpless, a prisoner here without anyone's knowing it. If I refused, they might turn me over to that hideous creature, Hugo. So I got off the bench, knelt down and mumbled the words she expected of me.
"You do well, Lilith. Continue thus and you will certainly find favor with Him!" she intoned. She too had that quality of voice which terrified me, for it was so exultant and rhapsodic that I thought for certain that she was drugged.
And now that I recalled, during my bath, when they had taken me out of the tub to towel me, I had felt a little prick at the back of my arm. Suddenly my blood ran cold. They must have injected me with that horrid stuff that Andrew Charves had used to keep me a prisoner in his house until he could bring me here to this den of iniquity.
For now I felt my senses swimming, and there were mists before my eyes, and the face of Evadne wavered and was doubled. Her eyes glittered with an unholy light as she made a sign, and the two men grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me out of the room. The hour had come. Now I was to know what had drawn my sister Karen to this dreadful place and by what terrible secret she was held captive here!
Evadne walked ahead of me, and the two black-cowled men took hold of my elbows and shoulders and marched me behind her. We reached the end of the hallway, and then ascended a flight of narrow stone steps. This led to what looked like the background of the stage, for I could see a tall black and red curtain. Behind it, I could hear the soft murmur of voices, and I was suddenly afraid.
As I caught Evadne's eye, I gasped, "What-what are you going to do to me?"
"Gag her!" this Amazon hissed. One of my guards promptly thrust his hand into the pocket of the robe and wound a black bandanna around my mouth and knotted it tightly at the back of my neck.
Then I heard the crash of a gong, and then the peals of an organ. But it was not music that I recognized. It was wild and eerie, ascending the scale, with many discords. There was a kind of jaunty rhythm to it which I later learned was the music from Prokofieff's opera, "The Love for Three Oranges," that section known appropriately enough as the "March of the Fiends Infernal."
But now as I glanced to my left, I saw the other figures move from the shadows of that wing of the stage and take their places in a kind of circle. They were all men, at least six of them, and they wore red robes and cowls, belted, and each of them carried a red taper which was burning and which light cast weird reflections along this massive stage, the front of which I had not yet seen. Then, before I knew what was happening to me, another bandanna was wound around my eyes, blindfolding me too. I struggled then with my guards, as fear congealed my blood, but I was pushed inexorably forward. Then, I heard a loud "Aahh!" from those voices beyond, and I knew I must be on the foreground of that stage facing the spectators.
Suddenly I was lifted, and even though I struggled, I was helpless in the grip of those two men who had marched me from the room of meditation. I felt myself lying on my back. Then cold metal rings were clamped around my ankles. At the same time someone unbuckled the straps around my wrists and drew my arms up beyond my head, locking them into similar metal rings. I was stretched and straddled upon a kind of stone altar, for such it was.
Now the organ began to peal again, and the murmur of voices grew to a hushed whisper. I could almost catch words, yet they had no meaning and no reason. They were, as I later learned, the incantation of the Black Mass, in which the Lord's Prayer is said backwards and repeated again and again in horrid blasphemy.
I was conscious now that lights were beating down upon me, for I was suddenly warm and my skin had begun to perspire. I struggled in my gyves, but I had almost no energy. Now, suddenly the voices of the angry spectators grew louder. With difficulty, I could barely hear that most of the words were Old Latin, taken from the Mass, but again reversed in this diabolical travesty of the Christian faith. Once again the gong struck, and then there was silence. Now there came the voice of Evadne, the High Priestess: "Followers of the light which is Mazdazan, believers in the true faith, we this night bring to Him a handmaiden who is virgin, unknown by man, free of sin, waiting to be tested. Accept, oh Ahriman, Beelezebub, Lucifer, oh Mighty Demon of the World above and below and of the spirits, this our sacrifice of Lilith!"
And then came the voice of a man, harsh and insolent, one I did not recognize, as he intoned the Lord's Prayer backwards, and then declared, "So it was in the beginning, so it will and ever shall be, by our Lord Lucifer, all hail and praise to Him the deliverer and the liberator of the Light which is Darkness and thus thrice blessed for us who know the truth and who have received Him into our bodies as in our hearts."
And then the audience took up the chant, "Hail Lucifer, Prince of Darkness, Bringer of the Truth, Ruler of all things which are goodly and fair and of the flesh and the senses, all hail!"
The lights blazed down pitilessly upon me, and my flesh was wet under this white garb which proclaimed my virginal state. I felt the lips of my pussy twitch and I knew that once again the drug had somehow taken hold of me and left me to be betrayed by my own flesh in this sacrifice.
Then came the voice of Evadne again: "Let the sacrifice to Him begin with the lesser creatures, and you, the Brotherhood and the Sisterhood of the higher orders, do pray with us all that He will deign to visit us this night of nights!"
There were noises now upon the stage, I could not make them out. But it seemed to me that some creature was being killed, for I heard a gurgling cry, or at least something that sounded like it, and then there was the gasp of the audience. Soon there was Evadne's voice again proclaiming and explaining: "This is the sacred cock, who heralds the morn when the spirits may take shelter in their dark places till the next nightfall. To Him, we leave the blood in the bowl of life, and we anoint this human sacrifice that she may be touched with its meaning for Him who understands all symbols and all devotion in His awesome name."
And then I felt a finger daub upon my forehead with a kind of wetness, and I retched, for I knew somehow that it was the blood of that rooster which had been smeared in a cabalistic sign upon my flesh to prepare me as sacrifice to the Devil!
"Now," the High Priestess intoned, "behold the symbol of the body of this, our new priestess-to-be, an earthly vessel with all its imperfections, destined gloriously to be redeemed and purged of them in His holy crucible!"
Then I heard a sharp breaking sound, as if someone had thrown down a bowl on the floor and shattered it-which, as it turned out later, was precisely what it was. A moment later, I felt bits and fragments of that substance trickling down upon my naked tits and my belly. When Evadne next spoke, she was so close to me that I guessed it was she who had done this. "Behold, members of the Brotherhood and Sisterhood, how this vessel is broken and yet retains form and life. Soon you shall all behold how He who is with us always shall consecrate His holy will upon that vessel and make her a woman, once Lilith and then Eve, the All-Mother!"
Once again the organ pealed, and there rose from the audience beyond me a chanting in chorus, repeating exactly the words Evadne had just uttered. All this time my body lay twitching upon that altar, the cold metal clamps around my wrists and ankles stretching me out to some unknown thing or creature or entity. I had never been very religious, except that of course I had believed in a Creator and a Divine Will. But the thought that actually the Devil could reappear in the flesh and possess me as a naked, shackled, helpless female began to grow upon my impressionable mind. To add to my discomfort, the blazing lights that seemed to pour down upon me now were actually drawing the sweat upon my naked flesh, making me horribly conscious that I was there without a stitch of clothes on and that my thighs were yawned widely apart and that my tits were so tight because my body was stretched upon that altar that I could not move a muscle to save myself, no matter what would happen to me. Then the horrid thought rose in my mind that perhaps they were going to kill me, for they had talked of sacrifice, and they had already killed some animal which I had heard cry out at the very start of this terrible ceremonial. I remembered some of the horror movies I had seen on late TV, in which a girl is stolen away and strapped down upon a stone altar and some woman or some man, a priestess or priest, stabs her to the heart with a huge knife. All of a sudden I began to whimper through my gag, for I was terribly afraid.
My eyes opened from the horrifying dream. There she was behind me, and I was not a woman, but a man, because my prick was erect and ready-ready to meet her eager hole.
