Roger Masterson really could have had any girl he wanted. Riding his motorcycle, he'd blazed a trail of sexual conquests across the country. And finally he managed to get a job as a caretaker at a girls' boarding school. He knew that as the only man at an all-girl school he wouldn't have much trouble getting as much cunt as he wanted.
But then Roger met Diana. She was the most beautiful girl he'd ever met-and she was a lesbian. Even though all the other chicks lusted for Roger's organ, Diana wanted no part of him. And because she was the only girl who wasn't interested in him, Roger knew that he had to have her, he had to make her cry out for his flesh. And his desire to conquer Diana and free her from her lesbian beliefs was what led Roger on a trail of adventures-sexual and otherwise-that culminated in a most interesting conclusion.
The Publisher
Chapter One
By the time I drove my Honda into Boston, I was just about to drop dead in the saddle. I'd been driving almost non-stop for three days, the only chance I'd had to unwind was when I'd given a lift to that cute redheaded chick in Rhode Island. She'd helped me pay for the gas in a very interesting way.
But now I'd been on the road for almost a month. I'd run out of food, booze and pot and I had damned little money with which to replenish my supplies. I had to get a job pretty soon, even though it meant working my ass off until I had enough money to hit the road again.
I drove right through Boston, because it's a shitty town; everybody looks down their noses at you. I figured I'd be able to get hold of a gig out in the suburbs someplace. So I went right into Boston and right out the other side, heading for some place called Dedham.
And sure enough, about halfway between Boston and Dedham, this beautiful chick came wiggling her ass right at me, hoping I'd give her a lift. I shifted gears and pulled over to her side of the road.
"Where yuh headed, babe?" I asked, wishing I had a cigarette to give her. The best way to relax a chick is to give her a long, white rod of tobacco. Then, after she's loosened up a little, I can give her my long, white rod of cock-juice.
"I'm going towards Dedham," she told me. I don't normally dig Massachusetts accents, because they remind me of Porky Pig, but this girl had one of the cutest twangs in her voice I'd ever heard. And the voice fit right in with the gorgeous face and those big, luscious tits. I couldn't see her cunt under the miniskirt but I knew I'd be getting a look at it pretty soon.
"I'm goin' your way, baby," I told her.
"Hop on behind me an' hold on tight." She looked a little nervous about hitching a ride on the back of a motorcycle, but after a little hesitation she got on behind me and wrapped her arms around my chest to hang on. Then she swung her gorgeous long, white legs into the air and wrapped them over my thighs so that her cunt was right up against my ass. I felt better already. She had on bright red pantyhose that really turned me on, and her skirt was so short that I could almost get a look at her cunt. Almost, but not quite.
As soon as I was sure she was hanging on properly, I shifted out of neutral and we roared down the road towards Dedham. But I knew that before we got there I'd find an excuse to pull off the road and do a little "nature study."
Once we were really rolling I started to talk with her, trying to get to know her better. You might think it's hard to carry on a conversation when a motorcycle is roaring its guts out right next to you, but the truth is if you're traveling with it then you kind of leave the noise behind. So when I spoke to the chick she had no trouble hearing me at all.
"You live in Dedham, chick?" I wanted to know.
"Not quite," she answered. "I live right outside it. A girls' boarding school. Strict as all hell. Nothing for miles around but teenage girls, and a few ugly old lady teachers. After a few months there we all either go crazy or turn into lesbians. Or both."
I couldn't help grinning. I liked this girl, whoever she was. She didn't seem to be more than sixteen years old, but she'd obviously been around. She knew what life was all about.
I spoke again. "If this place is so strict, how come they let you off the campus."
"They didn't," she told me. "I broke out. I woke up this morning with this awful feeling that if I didn't get some cock inside me in twenty-four hours I'd go bonkers. So when no one was looking I sneaked out. If they find out I'm missing I'll get my ass handed to me."
I was liking this girl more and more all the time. "Did you get that cock you wanted?" I asked.
In the rear-view mirror I could see her making a face. "Yeah, I got some cock, if you wanna call it that. Two whole inches. I can do better than that just jacking off."
Don't worry," I told her. "I'm sure if you try hard enough you'll get all the cock you want." And she would, too, if I had anything to say about it. "By the way, my name's Roger. What's yours?"
"Felicia," she replied. "Felicia Hanley. All the asshole teachers at my school call me 'Hanley'. Anytime I do anything wrong, they yell 'HA-A-A-ANLEY!' "
I laughed at this. "Well, I'm Roger Masterson. But if you promise to call me 'Roger' I'll promise to call you 'Felicia'. How's that?"
"Groovy," she answered. A red brick building was coming at us over the horizon and she began to loosen her hold on my legs and back. "Well, here's the old house of horrors now," she told me. "The Gladys M. Forsythe Academy for Refined Young Women, better known as 'Stalag Seventeen'. Don't let me off right outside the place; I have to sneak in through the woods."
"That's fine with me," I said. I swung the chopper off the highway and down a dirt road into the woods that led around to the rear of the Academy. The dirt road was riddled with bumps, and every time we hit one I could see Felicia's long blonde hair flying around in all directions and her tits bouncing up and down like basketballs.
"You can let me off here," she said, as we came around to a deserted spot behind the building. "I guess this is far enough."
This was my Golden Opportunity. "It's not far enough at all," I told her. "Why don't you and I go all the way?"
I stopped the cycle and she swung one long shapely leg off and onto the ground. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked.
"Well, you went into town for some hot cock, but all you could get was two inches. My balls alone are two inches long, think how big my dick is."
She smiled. "If you'd asked me an hour ago I'd have taken you up on that. But I can't waste any more time now; any minute the whole school will start looking for me. If they find out I took a powder I'll catch it for sure."
I didn't give up that easily. "I was nice enough to give you a lift here," I pointed out. "I did you a favor, can't you do me one? Haven't you ever heard of 'tit for tat'? Or maybe I should say tit for cock."
"I really hate to sound like an ingrate," she told me, "but I can't afford to waste any more time. Every minute I stay here makes it worse." She smiled again. "Maybe some other time, Roger." Then she turned and walked towards the school, and I could see her ass wiggling back and forth in the sunlight.
I still hadn't played my trump card. "If you don't let me fuck you right here and now," I shouted after her, "I'll go to the Dean of your school and tell her that Felicia Hanley was out hitchhiking when she should have been studying."
That stopped her. She turned to face me.
"You'd really tell on me, wouldn't you?"
"Damn right," I said. "Unless, of course, you'd care to get down and spread your legs."
She was shocked. "But that's blackmail!"
"Call it what you want, sweetie. But if I don't get to fuck you, you're gonna be in big trouble."
There was a pause, and then she came towards me. "It looks like you've got me over a barrel."
I really liked this chick. "Don't worry," I told her. "We'll get it over quick because I know you're in a hurry."
I took off my jacket and spread it out on the ground because I know that classy girls like Felicia like to have something soft and clean to lie on when they lay a guy. She pulled off her tight blouse and I could see her two gigantic tits, like a couple of Himalayas, struggling to get out of the white lace bra she had on. That bra must have been at least a 42-D.
And then she was pulling off her miniskirt. Now I could see the spot where the bright red legs of her pantyhose joined at the crotch. I felt like I was present at the unveiling of a statue. I couldn't wait to see what was under that pantyhose.
Felicia looked up, and when she saw I was watching she blushed. "Do you like what you see?" she asked.
"Hell, yes. But I'd like to see more."
"Well, here it comes. And what you see is what you get." She pulled down her pantyhose, and I was surprised and amused to' see that she had no panties on underneath. But in a way I guess it figured. Felicia was the kind of girl who was always ready for action, and panties were one thing she didn't need.
"Okay, Felicia," I shouted. "Put your ass against the wall: here I come, balls and all." I got down on top of her, tugging open my Levis and pulling out my cock. It was probably the biggest Felicia had ever seen and I could tell she appreciated it, because her eyes lit up, eager for the chance to feel this meat between her legs. And then I grabbed those legs, those beautiful long white legs, and spread them wide. My cock was getting harder every second, and I rammed it into her, rammed it up farther and farther into her hot box until she began to moan with delight. I could feel little shivers of pleasure running up and down inside her voluptuous body.
And then I bent her backwards onto the ground, forcing my donger farther and farther into her flesh. With eager hands I reached out and tore off her bra, to reveal those two colossal tits in all their glory, like two Goodyear blimps that wanted to soar into the heavens. I bent down and grabbed one of her nipples with my mouth, sucking and sucking. Slowly my experienced tongue fondled her tittie, teasing the flat brown nipple into a bright-red pyramid of lust that quivered and shivered inside my mouth, begging for my tongue to caress it even more.
And then I turned to the other tit, and soon both her nipples were standing at attention, two bright points of red-hot flesh that cried out to be possessed by my tongue. And all through this my cock was between her legs, pumping up and down inside her flesh, churning her mind and body and soul into one frothy mass of infinite passion.
"Oh God, Roger! Oh God!" she moaned. With every pump of my piston her delicious body went into new spasms of pleasure, shaking up and down like a huge vibrator, massaging my prick, making love to it, squeezing it, coaxing it to squirt its love-juice down that longhot tunnel between her legs.
"More, baby, more! I want it, I want it!" She was screaming now, and I knew that that twat of hers would never let my cock go until she'd drained it dry of everything it had.
I was pumping harder and faster and faster and harder, really getting into the spirit of things. I could feel my great big cocker swelling up like a balloon, getting bigger and bigger, stretching her pussy-hole more and more with every passing second.
"Oh Jesus!" she shouted. "I'm creaming! I'm creaming all over the place!" And then her whole body writhed and shook and her vaginal volcano erupted, sending hot love-lava shooting upwards through her cunt, upwards to massage my prick.
And then I was creaming too. With a roar as if all Hell had broken loose, my cock burst open and sent reams of cream screaming down her passion-hole. And all the time my dong was sending love-juice down into her legs she was sending the same stuff up to meet me. The two floods of golden love-liquid smashed head-on into each other right in the middle of her twat, and I could feel her whole body squirming in delight beneath me. But my cock-cream was stronger than her vagina-juice, and an instant later she moaned again as my flood of scum sent her own love-tonic pouring back down into the place from whence it came. I could tell that this would be a fuck she would never forget.
She moaned again and again, and then there was one last earthquake as her flesh heaved and subsided, and it was all over. We'd drained each other dry, and we were both good to the last drop. I hadn't had a fuck-session like that in ages, and I could tell that Felicia hadn't either.
She sat up and began putting on her clothes. "You're good, Roger," she told me. "Better than I expected, and I expected plenty. I'd like to see you again some time. Do you live around here?"
"I don't live anywhere," I answered, which was true. "Me an' my cycle here go wherever we want and do whatever we feel like. But to be honest, I figured on hanging around here for a while an' trying to get a job. I need dough like you wouldn't believe."
"That's no problem," she said cheerfully, pulling up her pantyhose and buckling her tits back into their Playtex Living Holster. "Come on with me back to the Academy, and I'll get you a job there."
I laughed. "As a what? I never taught school in my life. I made a rotten student; I bet I'd be worse off as a teacher."
She giggled. "No, silly. I could get you a job as the campus gardener. The only man that's allowed on the place is the gardener, and the last one we had kicked the bucket a few days ago. Heart attack, I think. He was a 78-year-old fart, none of us liked him. But here's your big chance for a job."
'Thanks, but no thanks. When it comes to gardening, I don't know my grass from my elbow. Besides, that school of yours sounds pretty depressing. I don't think I'd like it there. "Are you KIDDING?" Her eyes were popping out almost as much as her tits were. "Didn't you hear what I said about the school? Nothing around but teen-age girls, hundreds of them. No men for miles around. Each and every one of them dying for a chance to get some cock shoved into her. Are you gonna pass up the chance of a lifetime?"
I almost dropped dead on the spot. Why hadn't I thought of that? If I could land this job as the school gardener, not only would I be earning money, but there'd be lots of workmen's compensation on the side. Felicia was right; this was one job I couldn't pass up.
I reached out and tweaked the girl's tit. "Okay, Felish, I'll look into that job. I just hope it's half as good as you say it is."
"Don't worry about that," she assured me. "I'll bet that when the girls at the Academy see you they'll all be standing in line for you to plough up their foliage." She grinned. "Well, come on; I'll take you to Old Lady Watson. She's the one in charge of hiring the school's personnel."
It turned out that Old Lady Watson looked more like Old Alligator Watson. She was old and ugly and had warts coming out all over. Even her warts looked like they had warts. The chicks at this place would have to be pretty sexy to make me forget about this monstrosity. But Felicia had assured me that the campus was crawling with beauties.
Old Scumbag Watson put down her paperwork and stared at me through bifocals. "Yes, young man, what can I do for you?"
You can drop dead, I thought. Out loud I said: "My niece, Felicia Hanley, wrote to me, saying that your Academy needed a gardener. I'd like to fill that position."
And once I got my hands on some of the girls here I'd be filling lots of things.
Old Tyrannosaurus Watson, otherwise known as Queen Kong, stared at me harder than ever. "What experience have you had as a gardener?" she wanted to know.
"Oh, plenty," I lied. "I used to be on the advisory board of 'Saturday Evening Mulch', one of the top gardening magazines in the country. You've heard of it, no doubt."
"Of course I have," she snapped. "In fact, I happen to be a subscriber." I knew I had her now. There was no such magazine. This old fart knew even less about gardening than I did! I could bullshit my ass off and she wouldn't know the difference!
"In terms of actual gardening," I went on, "I did a great deal of work at the Botanical Institute in Omaha, where I astounded my colleagues by developing a whole new breed of labia minora."
Old Gorilla-Asshole Watson was really getting interested. "Have you really?" she said. "Then I suppose you've also done work in the field of cross-pollination."
I smiled. "Pollination is one of my biggies." And once I got this job, I'd prove it by pollinating a few of the students. They knew about the birds and the bees, but I wanted to teach them about the flowers.
She stood up. "Mister Masterson, the job is yours. You can start today. I'll arrange for one of the girls to show you to your quarters." She pressed a buzzer and a girl came in. "Cynthia, this is our new gardener and groundskeeper. I'd like you to show him where he'll be staying and explain to him his duties."
The girl came forward. "Yess, Miss Shitfa...I mean, Miss Watson." She took me by the hand. "Please step this way, sir." She led me outside.
Once outside, I took a closer look at the girl I was with. She was even younger than Felicia, but already her tits were ripe and ready for plucking. She had a sexy way of wiggling her hips as she walked, and her long hair was black with just the right touch of brown. I knew that this girl would make a very interesting companion.
I spoke. "You don't seem to like Old Lady Watson any more than I do."
"Are you kidding?" She made a face and spat on the grass. "For all I care that fart-face can shove the whole school up her ass sideways. She runs this place like a concentration camp. No food in our rooms, no TVs or telephones, and worst of all no chance to go to town and get fucked." She looked me up and down, paying particular attention to the bulge in the crotch of my Levis. "Mister, I've got an idea that you and I could do great things to each other."
I grinned. "Well, I'm always interested in helping the student bodies."
"Bodies is right," she told me. "Some of the chicks in this place have got tits and asses like you wouldn't believe. But with no men in sight, they're all withering on the vine." She smiled. "Not only that, but half of them are virgins, in case you like cherries. If you prefer them experienced, the other half get dick every time they can."
"Is that so?" I asked. "Well, if half the girls are virgins and half of them aren't, which half are you?"
She reached out and patted the mountain between my legs. "You'll find out later." I was getting hotter every minute. This place looked even better than Felicia had told me!
The cute chick was still talking. "And there's almost six hundred girls here," she informed me, "so it stands to reason that if you look hard enough you'll find anything you want. There are girls here who like S&M, B&D, enemas, spankings...you name it and they want it done to them." She smiled again, and tossed her head to get her hair out of her eyes. "Me, I just like to fuck. By the way, I'm Cynthia Rodinas. You can call me 'Sin'."
I shook her by the hand. "And I'm Roger Masterson. You can call me 'Master'." I knew that this would be a very interesting relationship.
By now we were in the most deserted corner of the campus, and Cynthia led me towards a wooden shack. 'That's the gardener's quarters," she informed me. "It doesn't look like much, but it's got electricity and running water...and privacy. But now that you're here it may not be too private for long. As soon as word gets around that there's a cock on campus the girls will beat a path to your door."
We went into the place and Cynthia switched on the light. The place was small, but it was clean and comfortable. And it had a bed that looked big enough for a full-grown man and two or three little girls.
I moved farther into the room to look around, and Cynthia closed the door. "As gardener and caretaker you'll have to keep everything growing, do the weeding, that kind of shit. The old fart that had the job before was a Mongoloid, so if he could do it you could do it."
I moved closer to the bed. "Felicia Hanley told me that the guy dropped dead from a heart attack. I didn't know that gardening was so strenuous."
She was following me. "It's not," she said. "He got a heart attack because he figured he could make a little whoopee with one of the girls. Needless to say, the job was too much for him, and he didn't even last long enough to cream worth a damn."
It was all I could do to keep from laughing. "How do you know all this, Cynthia?" I asked. "How do you know that he died trying to fuck a girl?"
"Are you kidding?" she told me. "Who do you think the girl was?" She was coming closer. 'That old coot gave me a taste of dick, but just a taste of it. I want more, Roger, and I want it now."
I didn't have to be told twice. I grabbed the girl around the waist and pushed her onto the bed. My prick was out in two seconds flat, and Cynthia was so surprised at how big it was that she just lay there with her mouth open, waiting for me to stick something into it. I pushed her up against the bedstead and pulled down her pantyhose. Just like Felicia, this chick didn't have any panties on. It looked like "no panties" was the school uniform.
I yanked her stockings down to her ankles and spread her legs wide. She couldn't have been much more than fourteen years old, and as a result her cunt was almost bald; there were just little tufts of hair growing around the edges. I can always tell a chick's age by the size of her bush.
It was the work of a moment to shove my wang into her and start pumping. Cynthia obviously hadn't been getting much cock lately, because her cunt reached out and grabbed my meat like a starving man grabbing food. My love-shaft forced its way down into her flesh until the girl was giving off little gasps of delight.
"Oh, baby!" she whimpered in passion. "I've been fucked by that old shit-head, and I've been fucked by the boys back home, but I've never been fucked by a full-grown man before. I want it! I want it!"
"Damn right you want it." I was pumping like crazy now, and I reached out and yanked off her dress and bra. Her two little-girl tits were staring up at me expectantly, waiting for me to make my move.
They didn't have to wait for long. Soon I had one boob in my mouth and the other in my hands, and I was sucking and squeezing as though my life depended on it. And Cynthia was loving every minute of it. She squirmed and writhed in delicious delight as my rock-hard cock sent spasms of passion down her Panama Canal and bouncing around inside her a mile a minute.
I was pumping harder now, pumping even harder than I'd done to Felicia. Felicia had been a pretty experienced chick, but this little girl had never before had as much as she wanted. Well, I was going to give it to her.
And then Cynthia was creaming, and the gusher of vagina-juice was lubricating her tunnel and making it all the easier, and even more pleasurable, for me to pump my pecker up and down inside her. I was really picking up steam now, and I could tell that I was really giving Cynthia something to write home about.
So, before I knew what Cynthia was doing she pulled my head off her tit and kissed me. Her probing tongue forced its way into my mouth and began to tongue me, and within seconds I sent my own oral organ between her gorgeous lips. Our two mouths caressed each other, and all through it my cock was still pumping and humping and bumping and thumping up and down inside her little-girl pussy.
"Oh, Roger!" Her whole luscious white body started shaking and shivering like a rocket about to blast off, as my donger traveled deeper and deeper into the crevice between her legs. "Oh God, Roger!" she moaned. "You're turning me on! Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder!"
I fucked her so hard that her cunt wouldn't be able to sit down for a week. My prickerel picked up speed and humped her harder and harder, until I expected to strike oil at any second.
And then I really did strike oil. Because all of a sudden she just started vibrating like crazy, and an instant later she was creaming. Her golden love-juice came rushing out of the depths in a torrent of passion, shooting upwards to coat my cock with its creaminess. I was really getting hot now, but Cynthia was even hotter.
The lips of her cunt squeezed my meat tighter and tighter, and then I was creaming too. For the second time that day I experienced the delicious sensation of pouring my wad of cock-cream between a girl's legs and down into the cavern of her flesh. Cynthia began to writhe in an orgasm of passion as my flood of love-cream came pouring down farther and farther into the innermost reaches of her body and soul. She was going cock-crazy now.
She had to have meat or die. She had to feel my prick forcing its way between her legs or she would go insane. So I fucked her all the harder, all the harder. My cocker was shooting up and down like some sort of huge erotic pendulum, and every powerful stroke sent more and more golden cream hurtling down her pussy.
I could feel waves of passion shooting out of her cunt, through my prick and up into my body. I was getting hotter by the minute, and I had to have this girl just as much as she had to have me. Maybe even more.
And then there was one last shivering shudder, like the San Francisco Earthquake, and our two sets of locked limbs vibrated at a feverish pitch, to subside at long long last into that beautiful peaceful feeling that a man can have only after he's helped himself to a beautiful piece of pussy. I felt better than I'd felt in weeks, and between Felicia and Cynthia I was really starting to look forward to my first day on the job here.
That beautiful fuck was all over now, but I knew that there would be more to come; many," many more. I put my prick back inside my Levis and watched as Cynthia began to put those clothes back on that beautiful body of hers, to put it away for another day. She kissed me, and then got up and went to the door. "Thanks a lot, Roger," she told me. "I have to go now, but I'll be back. And you can bet that sweet prick of yours I'll be back damned soon." She kissed me again. "Good-bye, Roger. Good-bye and...thanks."
And then she was gone. I couldn't help laughing to myself. I'd dropped out of high school and I'd never expected to get anywhere near a school, let alone have a job on one. And what a job it would be! Roger Masterson, I told myself, you've always wanted to be big man on campus.
Big man on campus? Hell, I was the ONLY man on campus! As far as life at the Gladys M. Forsythe Academy for Refined Young Women went, I had cornered the market on cock. And as soon as word got around amongst the student body, I knew that I'd really have my hands full.
Chapter Two
The next morning I got up bright and early. In the distance I could hear the shouts of the girls as they got ready for another day of school. So far I'd only met two of the girls here, but I'd caught glimpses of a few of the others, and I wanted to get to know them better. I wanted to help them with their extra-curricular activities.
I got out of bed, but before I could get my clothes on the door burst open and two chicks stuck their heads in. "Felicia was right!" one of them yelled. "There really IS a man here!"
"Yeah," gloated the other one. "An' take a look at that cock of his. Hey, Mister," she said to me. "You an' I will have to get together some time."
And then they were gone, leaving the door open and shouting "Hey, girls! Cock at last! Cock at last!"
I got up and started putting my clothes on. I didn't bother to shut the door; I figured that they would just open it up again. But I decided that as soon as I could I'd have a lock put on that door; the harder it was for the girls to get me the more they would want me.
The old guy who had lived here before had left some bacon and sausages and various other things, and the stove was in working order, so I cooked myself some breakfast. This layout was even better than I'd hoped. I still hadn't discussed the salary with Old Bitchface Watson yet, but this place was so ritzy I figured I'd get paid plenty.
When I was through eating I went outside, looking for the shed where the gardening tools were kept. As the only man on the campus I had the sexual opportunity of a lifetime, but I knew that I had to spend a certain amount of time doing my chores as gardener and caretaker, or else I'd be booted out on my butt. Well, every good deal has a catch to it.
I found the tool shed and went into it. And there, standing two feet in front of me, was Old Lady Watson! She-or I should say "it"-was taking inventory, writing things down on a big clipboard. When she saw me she looked up and smiled, shoving a lot of yellow teeth in my face.
"Ah, Mister Masterson," she gushed. "I've been waiting for you. There are still one or two details of your duties here that we haven't discussed yet."
"I know," I told her, not bothering to be any more pleasant than was necessary. "The salary, for one."
"That is correct. Your weekly wage is to be one hundred thirty dollars, plus living facilities, and one day off a week. I trust that that will be sufficient."
I nodded. It wasn't as much as I'd expected, but then this job had enough fringe benefits to make up for that. Besides, I really did need the bread.
Old Werewolf Watson was still talking. "There's been one thing I've been meaning to ask you, Mister Masterson: how is it that a man of your experience and abilities, who has worked for one of the nation's leading gardening magazines, decided to take this rather poor-paying job here?"
This question caught me off guard, but I remembered my lie from the previous day and decided to reinforce it. "Felicia Hanley, one of your students, is my niece," I told her. "She is not very close to her parents emotionally and I decided it might be a good idea for me to keep an eye on her."
Old Scumface nodded. "I understand. How unselfish of you, Mister Masterson." She turned to go, then stopped and came back. "Oh, just one more thing..."
"What is it, ma'am?" I asked. When the hell was this sea monster going to get out of here and leave me alone?
She came closer. "Mister Masterson, you happen to be the only male on a campus containing nearly six hundred young girls, as well as the several dozen ladies of the faculty and staff. I realize that many men would feel a strong temptation to...take advantage of the situation, and I want to inform you that any such action on your part will not be tolerated. Do I make myself clear, sir?"
"Yes, ma'am." Look, you leftover from the Stone Age, get outa here before I puke all over your so-called face.
She went back towards the door. "Well, I'll be leaving you to your tasks now. Naturally, you will be responsible for keeping the grounds in perfect condition. I suppose that Miss Rodinas made that all quite clear to you."
"Yes, ma'am. Cynthi...I mean, Miss Rodinas was a big help to me. A big help."
Old Bat-Face stared at me oddly for a second, and then she was gone. And not a moment too soon. Despite what I'd said to the old crow when I'd applied for the job, I really knew practically nothing about gardening and groundskeeping. So I decided to start out with the simple things and work my way up. I walked around trying to look busy until I found a lawn on the campus that needed weeding. I got down on all fours and started weeding.
I'd been at it for less than ten minutes when a chick came over, carrying a bunch of books in front of her, so that I couldn't see how big her tits were. She stood right in front of me, and because I was down on my hands and knees I could look right up her dress. It looked as though "no panties" wasn't the school uniform after all, because this girl had on a pair; yellow ones with white lace at the edges.
She noticed that I was staring up between her legs. "Hi," she said. "Well, it looks like things are looking up."
I turned red, and hastily withdrew my gaze from that wonderful vista between the chick's legs. "Oh, I don't mind a bit," she assured me hastily. "After all, a girl wouldn't wear such a short skirt if she didn't want guys looking up it. So look all you want. Feast your eyes."
I would have raped her right there, but way off in the distance I could see one of Miss Watson's old farts watching me like a hawk. I'd have to give this chick the brush-off now and get back to her later. "I'm really busy, Miss," I told her, trying to sound as if I meant it. "I'm busy doing all this weeding."
"The hell you are," said the girl, squatting down next to me. That old bat in the distance was walking towards us. "If you're weeding then I'm a virgin."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. If I was doing something wrong I wanted to know about it before Old Vampire Watson found out I was a phony.
"You're not weeding at all," the girl went on. "You're pulling up more grass than weeds. And you're missing all the daisies."
"Daisies are flowers," I muttered. That orangutang in the distance was getting closer all the time.
The girl laughed. "Daisies are weeds, buddy; any real gardener would know that."
"Okay," I confessed. "So I'm a fake. But I need the job. Run along and leave me alone, huh?"
The girl wouldn't quit. "You need this job like a frog needs wings," she blurted. "I know your angle, pal: you figure once you get this job you can fuck every girl in sight, don't you?"
Why wouldn't this cunt leave me alone? "I'm too busy to even fuck a knothole," I told her. "Besides, I really do need the money." That part was true; I was down to my last couple of bucks.
The girl stood up. "Well, listen, pal: rumor has it that Felicia Hanley and Cynthia Rodinas have already fallen into your clutches. Felicia's sixteen, but Cynthia's underage. If word got out that you'd fucked her, Old Lady Watson would have you put away for statutory rape."
And if this girl didn't leave me alone, in a couple of minutes they'd be putting me away for first-degree murder. That old fart on the horizon was getting uncomfortably close.
But the girl kept on talking. "If I told Miss Watson that you'd screwed Felicia and Cynthia, it would be my word against yours. But I'm the one she'd believe, and you'd be in heap big trouble. So with that plus the fact that I know you're not a real gardener, I've really got you by the balls."
"Okay," I said, willing to do just about anything to get this chick off my back. "Okay, you've got me. Now that you've got me, what are you gonna do with me?"
"It's very simple, stud," she said coolly.
"My name's Melanie Simpson. Now that the word's out there's a cock on campus every girl in the school will be standing in line to ball you. Well, pal, there's only one girl you're gonna fuck, and that's me."
I kept on weeding, making sure to get the daisies this time. The aborigine in the distance was about ten yards away now.
"You'll fuck me whenever I tell you to," Melanie was saying. "And you won't fuck anyone else, whether you like it or not. Otherwise I go to Old Watson and spill the beans about your little escapades with Felicia and Cynthia, not to mention the fact that you lied about being a gardener. And Old Shitface hates liars worse than rapists."
The old fart, whoever she was, was right next to us. "Simpson," she barked, "what are you doing here, Melanie? You should be in class. And furthermore, young lady, just why are you detaining this man from his duties? You should be in class by now."
"Right away, Miss Hyde." Melanie got up and went towards one of the campus buildings. But before she went she gave me a very significant look. I knew that this girl was going to cause plenty of trouble for me. And if I gave in to her demands that would only make things worse.
Miss Hyde, who looked more like Jekyll and Hyde, walked up to me. "Mister Masterson, you're not to allow the students to interfere with your duties. In fact, you're to have nothing to do with them whatsoever; you are an employee here, not a house guest. I trust I make myself clear?"
"Yes, ma'am." Get away from me, you old bitch, I thought to myself. Can't you see I have enough problems?
But the old witch wouldn't leave me alone. "I particularly do not wish to see you associating with Miss Simpson. She is a troublemaker and a nuisance and she may have to be expelled one of these days. She refuses to obey her teachers, and the only reason that she does what I tell her to is because she knows I found out about her little shenanigan with the laundry man. I ought to have reported her to Miss Watson, but I am too charitable for my own good. Now get to WORK!"
Ah, blackmail is rampant here! Then she was gone. But Old Lady Hyde had been a real help to me. So Melanie Simpson had been putting out for the laundry man, eh? Well, if she can blackmail me I could blackmail her. Fight fire with fire is my motto.
As soon as Miss Hyde disappeared Melanie popped out from somewhere or other and came at me again. "Okay, Green Thumb," she told me sadistically, "like I said, you service me and nobody else, or else I squeal. And I want some right now. So do you oblige me, or would you rather get sent up for rape?"
All I had to do was let on that I knew about the laundry man, and I would have this chick over the same barrel she had me on. But I decided to let her have her fun a little longer. "Shouldn't you be in class?" I asked her.
"Fuck class," was her answer. "And anyway it ain't class, it's study hall. I just sit there and read. Who needs it? So you get up and fuck me, fella, or else you'll be doin' ten-to-twenty on the rock pile."
I got up. "You win," I told her, pretending that she really did have me up against the wall. "Your place or mine?"
"Yours, of course. Us girls don't have any privacy in this place; we sleep four to a form. So you just getcher ass back into that cute little gardener's shed, and as soon as nobody's watching I'll be there to join you, and you can welcome me with open legs."
I sighed and went towards the shack. "Okay, but make it snappy. I've got a lot of work to do."
I went back to my quarters, turned on the light and shut the door. There was still some bacon on the stove and I ate it. Then I tidied up the bed a bit, because I knew that company would be dropping in. But not for afternoon tea.
A minute later somebody knocked on the door. Out loud I said "I wonder who that could be?"
Melanie came in and slammed the door shut. "Get on that bed, lover," she commanded. "I ain't had hot dick in a month, and I'm not leaving this room until I get some. And neither are you."
I leaned over and patted the bed. "I'm ready when you are," I told her. "Get your clothes off."
She shook her head. "Not me, baby. This'll have to be a rush job. YOU strip. I'm just gonna pull up my dress and pull down my panties." I just stood there looking at her. "Well, what are you waiting for? STRIP!"
I started to tug off my jacket and shirt, and she watched in admiration as my bronzed hairy chest came into view. "God almighty," she breathed softly. "I ain't seen a chest like that in ages."
I grinned. "Well, you're seeing one now." My trousers were at half-mast, and I kicked them off and started to take off my boots. Melanie leaned forward eagerly, and I could tell that she was anxious to get a look at that bulge underneath my shorts. Well, I wanted to see what she had just as much as she wanted to see what I had.
I was naked now except for the shorts, and I started to take them off. "Uh uh, lover," Melanie corrected me. "That's women's work. Allow me to do the honors." With three strides of her long, beautiful legs she was across the room and standing inches away from me. With one quick, clean motion her hands were in the waistband of my shorts, pulling them outwards and tugging them down to my knees. She took a long, hard look at what was underneath. "Aha, me proud beauty."
And then I grabbed her and pushed her down onto the bed. The bedsprings groaned when she hit the mattress, but they'd be groaning even harder in a minute. I pushed her down and got on top of her, pulling down her panties and throwing them across the room. Then I pushed her dress up around those luscious tits of hers and spread her legs.
"Open up and let me in," I told her. And then my rock-hard pillar of passion was slid past her clit and into the wild blue yonder. I started pumping like mad, and an instant later I bent her body backwards under mine and kissed her hard on the mouth, probing the inner recesses of her oral erogenous zone with my trained, experienced tongue. And it was obvious that Melanie's tongue had been around too, because it knew exactly what to do. I was really getting stimulated, and I felt the bigness of my cock get still bigger within the girl's flesh, spreading the lips of her pussy wider than they'd probably ever been spread before.
"Oh, lover," she moaned as I tongued her. "I want a fuck that'll last me a lifetime. Fuck me harder. Fuck me HARDER!"
I didn't have to be told twice. My prickerel was churning up and down inside her pussy and getting her hotter with every passing moment. I could feel her body begin to vibrate, and soon my cock was vibrating to the same beat, twanging back and forth inside her and picking up speed all the time. Faster and faster. The more I pumped, the harder her pussy squeezed my meat, and the hotter she got. But I could feel the inside of her hole getting wetter and wetter, and that pretty soon she'd be creaming like mad.
And then my cock exploded with the heat of a thousand suns, bursting into flames of passion as I came within her flesh. As my wad of cock-sauce sped towards its destination I could feel a whole delicious erotic fireworks display going on between our bodies. We locked limbs, and a moment later we were both quivering like one huge organism that fed itself on its own desires and delights.
And then Melanie was creaming too, and we both sailed off into an exploratory ecstasy of delicious delight. This girl really knew how to ball a man, and she was making use of her knowledge. This chick was even better in bed that Felicia or Cynthia.
She gave one last little moan of passionate pleasure, and then we were both basking in the warmth of our own sex. But I wasn't through yet. There was still one more thing I wanted to do to this girl. And I was going to do it whether she liked it or not.
Without a word I got up off her beautiful body, and sat down on the edge of the bed. She was watching me through half-closed eyes, not really aware of what was happening. And then I brought her back to reality damned fast. I picked her up, put her over my knee with her ass pointing up at the ceiling, and brought my hand down hard with a tremendous SMACK!
She let out a howl. "What was that for?" she wanted to know.
"I'm spanking you, chick," I told her. Another stroke of the hand, and she writhed and twisted in agony. "I always spank my women. So you might as well lie back and enjoy it."
SMACK! A red mark was beginning .to appear on one of the bright pink cheeks of her ass. I'd start working on the other cheek soon.
SMACK! I hit her again. She whimpered, then cursed. "You bastard, let me up. I don't like this and I don't want it."
'Tough shit, baby," I smiled. "You'll take it and you'll like it." SMACK! "And if you don't like it then I'm gonna make you like it."
I hit her again and again, harder than before, and tears of pain began to well up in her gorgeous eyes. One trickled down her cheek and splashed onto the floor. "Let me up, damn you," she hissed. "Let me up or I'll scream so loud the whole school will come running."
I kept on spanking her. I was really enjoying it by now, and I hoped she was too, but if she wasn't it didn't matter. "Go ahead and yell, bitch," I told her. SMACK! "If anybody catches me in the act they'll catch you too. It takes two to tango."
She was biting her lip to keep from feeling the pain. "You bastard! Let me go this minute!"
"I'm not done yet. And neither are you; I think I missed a spot." I brought my hand down harder and harder and faster and faster, and when that hand got tired I used the other one. By now she was squirming around like crazy.
Finally I finished. I stood up and dumped her on the floor, and she landed on her bare, bruised ass and yelled bloody murder. Then she shot to her feet, rubbing her aching behind with both hands.
"Now you're really in for it," she hissed between her teeth. "I'm going straight to Miss Watson. She'll fire you and get you busted for statutory rape." Melanie ran to the corner and retrieved her panties, then started pulling them on over her throbbing butt.
"Go ahead and squeal on me," I said, pulling my own clothes on as I spoke. "But if you tell her about me and Cynthia I'll tell her about you and the laundry man."
Melanie almost dropped dead on the spot. "How the fuck did you know?" she gasped.
I smiled thinly. 'That's a trade secret. Anyway, if you squeal on me, then I'll squeal on you."
"You can't prove a word of it!"
"Neither can you," I reminded her. "And if you think you can get Felicia and Cynthia to testify against me, and condemn themselves in the process, your out of your skull. You thought you had me by the balls, chick. Well, now the tables are turned, and I've got you by the tits."
She looked as though she were going to cry. Then she brightened. "You mean we've both got each other. If either one of us squeals the other will too."
"Check, baby," I told her. "But if they find out about me I can zoom outa here on my cycle before the cops show up. If they find out about you where can you go?
"No, chick," I went on, giving her ass one last slap. "I'm the one who's giving the orders now. And the orders are these: forget you ever saw me, and don't come hanging around here begging for me to throw you some spare dick. I'll fuck you if and when I feel like it, not when you tell me to. And if you breathe one word of what you know about me to anyone at all, even your fellow schoolgirls, then you can just get ready for me to reciprocate. I'm sure that Old Buggerface Watson would just love to hear about you and the laundry man. Now, git!" and I shoved her out the door. She went flying and landed on her face. She got up and ran, not daring to look back. There were two big craters where her tits had fallen into the dirt.
I waited until she'd been gone for a while, and then I went out and got back to work. I could see that working here would be pretty risky, and I'd really have to watch my step.
But on the other hand, it was nice to have so many delicious chicks to come home to.
The rest of the day went by uneventfully, except that Felicia managed to grab a quick bite to eat (if you know what I mean) in the bushes. But, just as I was about to turn in for the night, Old Lady Hyde came pounding on my door.
I let her in, and she looked even sourer than she did that morning. "I'm sure that you will be grieved to know," she began, "that I have been forced to resign my position. I can stay here no longer."
Good riddance, I thought, one less ugly bitch breathing down my neck. Out loud I asked her what happened.
She sighed deeply. "Several hours ago Melanie Simpson went to Miss Watson and confessed about her little rendezvous with the laundry man. In the course of the confession it came out that I had known about it all along, but had not seen fit to report her. Naturally Miss Watson dismissed me." She turned to go. "It has been nice knowing you, sir. My replacement will be here in the morning."
I groaned. No sooner had I gotten rid of one old fart when another was coming to take her place! Oh, well, that's life. And, anyway, for every old witch who was flying around the campus, there were thirty or forty schoolgirls just waiting for me to give them an education. Now that Melanie Simpson was out of the way, I didn't have to worry about interference in my amorous plans.
And then Old Lady Hyde was gone, and I turned out the light and went to sleep, not even bothering to take my clothes off.
The next day I woke up early, because there was a lot of shouting and running outside. I remembered what had happened my first morning here, and thought that another barrage of girls had invaded my privacy to stare at my cock. Well, let them come. I was ready for them.
But it turned out that, for once, the girls weren't interested in me. They were running right past me. Something was going on. I put on my shoes and ran out to see what I could see.
At least a hundred girls were running toward the other end of the campus and crowding around something. In the horde of female flesh that ran past me I recognized Cynthia, and I stopped her by the simple expedient of reaching out with one hand and grabbing her by the tit. "Hi, Cynthia," I called out. "What's going on?"
"Hello, Roger," she told me. "Apparently Old Miss Hyde's replacement has shown up. Normally we don't give two shits about the old bats that run this place, but there must be something special about this particular one because everyone's rushing to meet her." And then Cynthia pulled loose and fell into step with some other chicks who were running to get a look at this mysterious woman. I decided I ought to follow them, and see for myself what was going on.
By the time I got to where the woman was, I couldn't see her because a crowd twenty girls deep had formed around her. I saw Cynthia on one end of the throng and got next to her, and using our combined strength we managed to push our way slowly towards the front.
"Honestly," Cynthia was whispering in my ear, "none of us cared worth a damn before now about who ran this place. I wonder what's so special about this particular old fart."
And then as we got closer I found out the answer to that. And it seemed that the "old fart" wasn't even as old as I was; she couldn't have been a day over twenty-two.
She looked like a slightly more adult version of all the gorgeous school girls who were pressing against me. She had blonde hair that was even longer than Felicia's, and the tight dress with the short skirt that she had on showed off her body rather than hid it. And, believe me, that body was well worth showing off; she could have sold tickets and charged admission. And there was a look in the woman's eye that showed she was in the mood for fun, not like the sourpuss ladies that ran this place, who got their kicks sucking on lemons.
I gave a low whistle. "Jesus, get a look at the humps on that chick," I muttered. "Like a fuckin' camel! I'd walk a mile for her any day."
Cynthia pouted her little-girl mouth. "Now, Roger, I hope you're not going to dump Felicia and me for some old lady."
"Old lady my ass! I wish my grandmother was that kind of an old lady!" I realized that Cynthia was slightly jealous, so I made sure no one was looking and then I kissed her. "Don't worry about a thing, Cynth. I like you and Felicia, you know that. Every man would jump at the chance to go to bed with chicks like you, because you're young, innocent, almost virgins. But every so often a guy gets a craving for a chick that's closer to his own age. I figure a cunt is like a bottle of wine: up to a certain point, the longer you age it the better it tastes. Hell, I like you young girls, but I dig the chicks in their twenties too. I mean, variety is the spice of life."
By now most of the curious girls had had their look and had drifted away, and I suddenly realized that Cynthia and I and this gorgeous chick were the only things left. She came towards me and stuck out one hand and both tits. "Hello, I'm Stella Hunnicutt. You must be Mister Masterson. I've heard so much about you."
I shook her hand. "All of it good, I hope," I said, winking.
She winked right back. "Plenty good. According to Miss Felicia Hanley, you are the proud owner of a Coney Island Foot-Long. I'd like to see it some time." She came a little closer. "Mister Masterson, I enjoy teaching the girls here, but I have to have a little fun sometime to unwind. After all, I'm only human."
"Anyone can see that," I said. Stella Hunnicutt laughed, and I could see that Cynthia was turning green with envy. I decided to patch things up, because I didn't want to lose Cynthia even if I did pick up Stella. "Ms. Hunnicutt, I'd like you to meet Cynthia Rodinas. A student here, and a good friend of mine."
They exchanged greetings, and then the chick was making eyes at me again. "Let's get one thing straight," she told me. "I'm not 'Ms. Hunnicutt', I'm 'Stella'. Except when Old Lady Watson comes around, and then I'm a Miss, not a Miz. I don't believe in this Women's Liberation shit; the only women who do are old scumbags like Friedan and Abzug. They can't get treated like women so they try to get treated like men. Now as you can see," she waggled her hips for my benefit, "I look like a woman, so needless to say I get treated like one. And like it."
I smiled. I knew that I was going to get along with this lady fine. Just fine.
I picked up Stella Hunnicutt's bags, and carried them towards Miss Watson's office. Stella was right behind me, and I expected Cynthia to follow, but she didn't.
"I've gotta go to class now, Rodge," she told me. "Be a good boy until I get back." She turned to glare at Stella, her rival for my affections. "And just remember one thing, MISS Hunnicutt: Roger here is the exclusive property of me and Felicia Hanley, to use as we see fit. Private property, you understand? NO TRESSPASSING."
And then she was gone to go to class. Stella laughed and the two of us started walking again. Finally she spoke: "You seem to be in pretty big demand around here, Mister Masterson."
"The name's Roger." I tried to be modest, because too much ego turns a chick off, even when it comes from a great guy like me."I guess when you consider the fact that I'm the only cock in a forest of twats, it's only natural that I'm so popular."
She laughed again, and when she laughed her tits bounced up and down invitingly. I decided that I would have to make her laugh more often. "Don't be so modest, Mister Mas...I mean, Roger. I've gotten a pretty up-to-date progress report on you from Miss Hanley and it seems that you've got something that would be in big demand anywhere you might care to go."
I would have knocked her down and fucked her right then and there, but just then we were outside Old Dingbat Watson's office. I knocked on the door, and when she told us to come in we did so.
"Ah, yes, Miss Hunnicutt. Do come in, I've been expecting you." She turned towards me. "You may go. Please put the lady's luggage in her room, Number 2-C, Faculty Dorm."
"Yes, ma'am," I restrained an impulse to click my heels and do a Nazi salute. I took Stella's bags and carried them to the indicated room.
The door was unlocked, so I pushed it open and carried the bags in. The place must have belonged to Old Miss Hyde, because it smelled like her. But then, anything within fifteen miles of her did that. I tossed one bag onto the bed and tried to do the same with the second, but I underestimated the distance. The suitcase smashed against the edge of the bed and bounced onto the floor. The lid flew open and the bag's contents flew all over the place.
An instant later I got one of the biggest shocks of my career. I bent down to pick up the things that had fallen out of the bag, and then I saw what they really were. A black leather bra, and a pair of panties to match. A whip, several feet of steel chain, and something that looked like an electric cattle prod. There was a black garter belt with stockings attached, and a big rubber bulb with a long tube on the end that I figured must be an enema bag. And, right in the middle, of all this love-apparatus was a photograph of Stella Hunnicutt being chained to a table and whipped by a guy almost as big as I was! I went to have a closer look at the photo, and down at the bottom of it I noticed an inscription: "With fondest memories of a wonderful evening, Jack."
I let out a long, low whistle. So Stella liked her men to get her hot with a capital H! Well, I could dig that trip. She and I would be having "Fond memories of a wonderful evening" pretty damn soon, I told myself. I didn't want her to know that I was onto her just yet, so I put all her things back in the suitcase as I figured they'd been originally-including one or two items whose purpose I could only guess at, but I knew they looked pretty wicked-and closed the suitcase and put it on the bed as if it had been there all along. Then I went out of the room and closed the door.
I knew that Stella Hunnicutt would be having the time of her life pretty soon, and I was the guy who would be giving it to her.
After all, I had discovered her treasure trove. Now she would be forever open to me.
Chapter Three
Well, well, well. It began to look as though this school and the girls in it were hot all of the time. First Felicia, then Cynthia, then my little affair with the late lamented Melanie Simpson, and now this. I could hardly wait to see what would be happening next.
At the moment my big problem was Old Lady Watson. I was supposed to be employed here as a gardener and a caretaker, and she was keeping an eagle eye on me to make sure that I was irrigating the crops and not the schoolgirls. There were six hundred cunts here, every single one of them hungering for my meat, but I had to service them on the sly, because if Miss Watson ever found out about my "nature study" I'd be thrown out on my ass and all those beautiful little pussies and tits would be out of my reach forever.
I was also beginning to wonder if I should tip my hand to Stella, if I should let on to her that I knew about those very interesting items in her luggage. If I told her about them, she might think I was spying on her, and I certainly didn't want her to get mad with me. No, I still had to play this by ear for a while.
I put away her luggage and headed back outside. It must have been between classes because most of the chicks were outdoors and heading from one building to another, hugging their books up against those gorgeous titties of theirs. Two of the girls spotted me and tried to detour me into a conversation with them.
"Hi, stud," said one of them, and I couldn't help noticing the way she ran her eyes up and down my body. Well, let 'em look, I figured. "You must be Roger, the new gardener."
"That I am," I said. "What can I do for you?"
The two girls giggled, and then the second one said: "We've been hearing that Felicia Hanley and Cynthia Rodinas and Melanie Simpson have sampled your merchandise, and we were wondering if there's any left for us."
God! I thought to myself, these girls have been kept under lock and key for so long that they've gone cock-crazy. And they don't mince words when they ask for the stuff, either.
To the two chicks I said: "I'd be happy to oblige, folks. But we've gotta be discreet, if you know what I mean. I don't need Old Gorilla-Face Watson breathing down my pants."
"That's no sweat," said the first girl, who had long orange hair that wiggled sexily when she walked. "Any time you can get away, we'll all go up to Lonesome Rock and have us an orgy."
This sounded interesting. "What's Lonesome Rock?" I wanted to know.
She giggled again, and her tits had a real sexy way of bouncing up and down when she laughed. "Lonesome Rock is an old Indian cave right outside the school grounds. Whenever we get a chance some of us sneak up there to drink some beer and smoke pot. It's the perfect spot for an orgy, but up until now we haven't been able to find a man to come with us. If you'd care to come along, I guarantee you'll be the life of the party."
The second chick was laughing too. She had on a white turtleneck pullover that was about three sizes too small, so that everything she had was on display underneath. An interesting thing about this chick was that, even though both her boobs were gigantic, the left one was bigger than the right one. This was the first time I'd ever seen a lopsided chick before, and I decided I'd like to have a closer look at those tits some time. Strictly in the name of science, you understand.
The first girl was talking again. "I'm Alice and this is Marilyn," she said. "We can't wait for some of that hot dick of yours, but you'll have to give us a rain check on it because we're late for class."
I didn't give up that easily. "When can we get together?" I asked eagerly.
"Probably Friday night," was the answer. "We'll get some beer and weed and go on up to Lonesome Rock. Only I guess from now on we'll have to call it 'Cock Rock'."
And then they were gone. I sighed and went back to my chores. Suddenly I was aware of a black leather boot standing on the grass about three inches from my hand. I looked up into the big blue eyes and bigger pink tits of Stella Hunnicutt.
"Hello, Rodge," she said. "I notice you've been fraternizing with the student bodies. Why not give the faculty a break for a change?"
"I'd love to, if all the teachers looked like you," I told her. "When I was a kid I always had to give Teacher an apple. Well, you look like a teacher who would throw away the apples and go for the meat."
She thought that was pretty funny, and I could feel her delicious body getting warmer as it filled with desire for my cock.
"So you're the gardener," she said at last. "What do you do around here?"
"You'd be surprised," I told her. "Mostly I water the bushes."
She knelt beside me. "Really? I'd like to have you water my bush some time."
"It'll be a pleasure." I could see Old Miss Watson several yards away, staring at us oddly. Damn that bitch! Why couldn't she leave me alone? If I wanted to grab a little cunt that was my business, not hers. I decided that she must be jealous because I was fucking every chick in sight but I wouldn't shove my meat in that ugly old hole that she had for all the money in the world.
Miss Watson was coming towards us now, and I could see that she looked really mad. But then, again, she always looked like that.
Before Scumface could say anything, Stella spoke up for me. "Why, hello, Miss Watson," she shouted. "Mister Masterson, the gardener here, has been doing such a fine job of maintaining the grounds that I'd like to put his talents to better use."
That stopped the old fart cold. "What do you mean by that?" she snapped.
"As you know," Stella went on, "I'll be teaching the botany class here. I believe that this man could be of great help to me with my students. You had mentioned that you were considering hiring an assistant for me.
Old Lady Watson looked sourer than ever. "It is the custom," she hissed, "for this school to hire only female teachers and teaching assistants. Mister Masterson here is not a female."
"I noticed that," Stella said, and I could feel the hard point of one of her hot tits pressing into my back. "I think that the girls might pay more attention in class if a man were present."
"Oh, very well," sighed the old bat. She turned to me. "As of now you will work under Miss Hunnicutt."
Wrong, I said to myself. As of tonight Miss Hunnicutt will be under me. And loving it.
The old bat was still ranting. "Same wages and living quarters of course. I hope you will be able to perform in your new capacity."
"I'm sure of it," I replied. As I spoke I looked down at that wonderful hot spot between Stella's legs under her yellow miniskirt. I couldn't wait for a chance to start performing in that capacity of hers.
And then Old Fartface walked away, and the two of us were alone. 'Thanks a lot, babe," I told Stella. "But now.. that I'm working for you, what do I have to do?"
She smiled. "Nothing very complicated; just helping me with supplies and so forth a couple of hours every day, and looking busy the rest of the time."
"Can do," I announced. "Now that I know what I'm supposed to do for you in the daytime, what am I supposed to do for you at night?"
She smiled again. "Haven't you guessed? At night you come up to my room and we have a little...seminar." She brushed her hand against me and gave a coquettish squeeze to the hard knob that was bulging in my pants. "In fact, why don't we go up there right now?"
I followed her up to her living quarters, and we went in and turned on the light. Sitting on the bed was Felicia. "Hello, Felicia," said Stella, a bit uncomfortably. "What can I do for you?"
The blonde teenager stood up. "You can get your hooks off Roger here. He happens to be the exclusive property of me and Cynthia, and we don't take kindly to shoplifters."
Stella was getting angry. "Look, Miss Hanley, if the women who run this prison camp would be very interested in hearing about your little extra-curricular activities with Roger here. And if you don't leave us alone I'll tell them all about what's been going on."
It was an interesting experience to see two gorgeous chicks fighting over little old me, but I was in a hurry to stop the fighting and get down to the fucking. "Girls, girls," I interjected, "there's no need for threats. There's enough of me for everyone."
"He's right," Stella told Felicia. "You and I can share him. And so can Cynthia, in fact."
Felicia looked a little undecided, so I made up her mind for her. "Then it's all decided. Now let's get down to action."
And before she could stop me I grabbed Stella by the ass and put her down on the bed. "You are gonna get fucked, woman," I told her. "You are gonna get fucked and you're gonna like it." Her clothes were nice and tight but I managed to tear them off her. Her minidress came off almost immediately and her bra didn't take much longer.
"Hey," pouted Felicia, "save some for me!" And a moment later she was tugging the clothes off her fair young body, eager to have fun with the rest of us.
And an instant later Stella Hunnicutt was naked, and lying on the bed waiting for me to shove my dong into her gorgeous flesh. "Come on, Roger," she cooed to me. "I want it."
"Wait a minute," complained Felicia. "In this room there's two cunts and only one cock. How'll we keep the action going."
Stella's eyes lit up. "If we had a dildo I could fuck you up the ass while Roger screwed you in the pussy."
Felicia seemed to like this idea. "But where'll we get a dildo?" she wanted to know.
I winked at Stella. "Why don't you look in Stella's suitcase, Felicia?" I told her. "The big brown one, in the corner."
Stella was shocked. "How did you know about my little collection of playthings?" she demanded.
I winked again and tweaked her luscious tits. "It's a trade secret," I said. By this time Felicia had thrown open the suitcase and located the dildo. It was big and hard and almost as long and thick as my own cocker was. Almost, but not quite. Felicia tossed the big phallus to Stella, who strapped it on across her hips and big bare white ass so that the business end stood out at attention.
"NOW!" I shouted. We both grabbed Felicia at once, and dragged her over to the center of the room. With eager fingers I prodded her clit, coaxing her to open up her legs. She spread them wide and I slid my meat into her hungry hairy hole. And an instant later the young school girl was giving little moans of pain as Stella spread the cheeks of her ass and shoved the big pink dildo into her.
Then Stella and I picked up Felicia by her firm young hips and started raising and lowering her in the air. My cock and Stella's dildo were pointing almost straight up at attention, and Felicia was squealing in delight as we slid her up and down on the two rock-hard pillars, one of flesh and one of plastic. Her luscious young legs thrashed about girlishly in the air as she felt the exquisite pain of having those two big dongers up inside her body.
The girl was really getting hot now, and I saw her brown nipples turning red and sweaty, the sure sign that she was heading for a climax. And it was getting easier all the time to shove my meat in and out of her, so I knew that Felicia must be ready for a creaming.
And then her whole body quivered and shook at once, and I looked down to see the stream of pale yellow love-juice gushing out of her pussy and down the sides of my fuckerstick. Felicia kept on creaming again and again, and I was beginning to wonder where it was all coming from. But I didn't have much time to wonder because I could tell that I would be creaming soon, too.
And then it came, all at once like a bolt of erotic lightning. My whole body started vibrating with a burst of energy, and then I was shooting my cock-sauce into the waiting flesh of Felicia. And she wanted it. She wanted it. You could see she wanted it.
And after that Stella started moaning with pleasure, and I could see the big dildo dancing up and down between her legs, and I knew that she would be coming soon too. And that dildo she had on must have been pretty cleverly built, because when Stella gave a scream of frenzied passion and erupted into a blast of orgasmic fury every drop of her love-juice poured right through the dildo and on into Felicia's waiting asshole, just as though Stella had a real cock.
The action was getting hot and heavy now, and Stella and I were ramming ourselves between Felicia's legs faster than ever, when all of a sudden there was a knock on the door. Before we could do anything the doorknob turned, the door opened, and Cynthia Rodinas walked into the room.
For one moment her mouth dropped open in shock, and then all of a sudden she was tugging off her clothes, impatient to join the fun. I knew that I would really be getting my money's worth this time.
Cynthia was naked now, and waiting for me, wanting me. I pulled out of Felicia, leaving her for Stella, and fan to cut myself a slice of Cynthia. I dropped down on top of her eagerly and spread her legs, spread them wide. And then my meat was in her, pumping and thumping. And every churn of the piston brought another gasp of delight from Cynthia. She wanted it. She wanted every bit of it. And not even that would be enough. She had to have more, more, more.
Well, she was getting it. We locked limbs and rolled about on the floor, and then all of a sudden there was an explosion and fireworks and both of us were creaming at the exact same moment, which was something that had never happened to me before in all my years of fucking. The twin geysers of love-juice, mine and hers, came roaring towards each other inside Cynthia's pussy, doomed for a head-on collision. And we both felt the huge, delicious tremor of excitement as the floods of love-tonic smashed into each other and intermixed. But my wad was stronger than Cynthia's was, and in an instant all the luscious liquid was pouring back down through the hole in her flesh.
On the other end of the room, lying spreadeagled on the bed, Stella was still ramming her dildo up and down inside Felicia's writhing ass. That looked like fun, so I decided that I would try it, too.
'Turn over!" I commanded to the young girl who was lying beneath the shadow of my cock. 'Turn over and spread your cheeks, 'cuz I'm goin' up your ass!"
She looked reluctant. "Please, Roger," she begged. "Not my ass. It'll hurt too much."
"That's exactly why I'm gonna do it," I told her. "Now turn over and spread your cheeks!" She didn't move, so I did it for her. I grabbed her by the waist and rolled her over onto her stomach, with those gorgeous tits of hers pressed flat against the floor. And then I dug my hands into the flesh of her butt and spread her cheeks wide, spread them wider than any lump of shit had ever spread them.
It was the work of an instant for me to get between her legs and send my cock up her canoodle, past the tight little pink rosebud that was the cherry of her virgin asshole, and zooming up and down inside her turd-tunnel. Cynthia's cunt had been nice, but it was a little too loose for my taste; I like a girl's hole to be nice and tight so that it can squeeze my dong for all it's worth. But Cynthia's ass was nice and tight all right, and it hung onto my precious meat for dear life, threatening to . squeeze the living daylights out of it.
"Don't, Roger!" she was whimpering, sounding just like a frightened little schoolgirl. "Please don't do it! It hurts so much!"
"But you want it to hurt," I told her. "You know that you want it to hurt, babe. So spread your cheeks, because I'm gonna fuck your ass so hard that you'll be shittin' blood." And then my meat went deeper and deeper into her asshole, and I felt like I was drilling for oil. My whole cock seemed to burst into flames as I sent a barrage of red-hot cock-juice shooting down into the waiting hole of Cynthia's ass. She moaned a little, and then she was creaming too. "Oh, baby!" she shouted. "Give it to me! I want it!I want it all! Let me have it! Let me HAVE IT!"
I didn't have to be told twice. We started to speed up the tempo, and then all of a sudden our four hot, sweating, passionate, feverish bodies were all creaming at once in one earth-shaking climax of erogenous orgasm. What a fuck! What a fuck!
"You see?" Stella was telling the girls a minute later as they started putting their clothes back on and I shoved my wanger back into my Levis. "You see? Things are so much nicer when you learn to share things. That way there's enough for everyone, and everybody goes away happy."
"Yes, Miss Hunnicutt," said Felicia, and I could see that Stella would be a good teacher for these girls. She'd really be showing them everything they needed to know about life and love.
And then Felicia and Cynthia got up and started walking out of the room. As soon as the door closed behind them Stella turned and kissed me right on the mouth.
"Honestly," she said. "When you mentioned what I had in my suitcase I almost hit the floor. What a shock!"
"Listen, Stel," I told her, "when that suitcase broke open and I saw what was inside I almost hit the floor myself. What a shock is right!"
She was sitting next to me on the bed now, and I could see a ray of light dripping through the window-blind to bounce off her beautiful Mount Everest of a left tit.
"Anyway, Roger," she went on eagerly, "it's all very simple. When I was only a little girl I found out how much fun sex was and I decided to make it my hobby. So over the years I've managed to put together quite a little collection of playthings. Dildos, whips, chains, flails, enema bags, boots, vibrators, collars, leashes, the works. Even a whole leather wardrobe. It's just the thing to curl up with on a cold winter night."
Man, I thought, this woman I've got on my hands is getting better and better all the time. What will she be like a week from now? I couldn't wait to find out.
"Listen," I announced, "there's two girls living here named Alice and Marilyn. One of them's a cute redhead with a nice wiggly ass and the other's got two different sized tits."
Stella lit a cigarette and winked at me. "Sounds like quite a pair," she said at last.
'They are," I assured her. "Anyway, it seems that every so often some of the chicks that live at this school sneak off the campus and into some old Indian cave where they drink booze and get stoned." I helped myself to a cigarette and then stroked Stella's big beautiful tits. "The name of the cave is Lonesome Rock, but they want to change it to Cock Rock in my honor." We both laughed. "According to Alice, she and Marilyn are gonna have a little get-together at Cock Rock this Friday night, and they've invited me to the party. I guess I'll be the guest of honor."
Stella blew cigarette smoke through her upturned nose. "Guest of honor, hell," she said. "From what I've seen you'll be the fuckin' main event of the evening." She paused a moment and then looked me right in the eyes. "About this little party, though..."
She didn't seem pleased with the idea.
"Yes?" I asked.
"I take it that refreshments will be served."
"Of course," I told her, "I'll be refreshing myself with Marilyn and Alice, and they'll be refreshing themselves with me. It might just turn out to be the social event of the season."
We both laughed, and then Stella kissed me. "Roger, baby," she cooed, "I don't suppose you could wangle me an invitation to this little wing-ding, could you?"
I pretended to hesitate. "Well, they didn't say that I could bring a friend..."
Stella pouted in a very sexy way that was hers alone. "Please?" she begged.
"Oh, the hell with it," I said. "Come on along, and if Alice and Marilyn don't like it they can go fuck themselves." I smiled and took a drag on my cigarette. "Only I've got a feeling that come Friday night I'm the one that's going to be doing most of the fucking." I stood up and looked at my watch, and was surprised to see that it was nearly sunset; our little sex education class with Felicia and Cynthia had taken longer than I'd thought. "Hey," I said, "I'd better be getting back to work before Old Twat Watson blows her ugly stack." I started for the door.
Stella called out after me. "Aren't you forgetting something?" she said. "From now on you're working for me. I'm the one who's giving all the orders."
"Hey, that's right." I got away from the door and turned to face her. "So what do you order me to do?'
She sat on the edge of the bed and lifted her skirt so I could see her panties. "I order you to fuck me."
I reached for the fly of my Levis. "Aye aye, sir."
Chapter Four
School days, school days, dear old nine-inch tool days.
The days went by quickly at the good old Gladys M. Forsythe Academy for Advanced Young Ladies, and every day was an exciting one. Stella had not needed an assistant as much as she'd claimed she did, so I really didn't have very much work to do; in fact most of my work day was taken up by the fine art of looking busier than I actually was.
One, two, or even three times a day Stella and I always found time for a little get-together. And when Stella was too busy to accomodate me I found out that Felicia and Cynthia were more than willing to do it for her.
Yes, life was a ball, or a series of balls!
I still hadn't made it with Alice and Marilyn yet, although heaven knows they wanted me to. Every time I passed them on the campus they were always whispering at me and pointing towards the bushes or the gardening shed. But I had to remember I had a dozen or so opportunities to fool around with them but I didn't want to take them up on it. Not yet, at any rate. Besides, I knew that the more they begged for my cock the better it would taste when I finally gave it to them. If I got my rocks off with them every time they asked me to they might get some crazy idea that they were the ones in charge of the situation, not me.
So the days went by, as I said, and now it was Friday afternoon. I was lugging a crate of supplies over to Stella's classroom when from behind me I heard some one shouting my name. I turned around to see Alice and Marilyn coming towards me.
"I guess you know what day this is," Marilyn told me as I walked over to them.
"Of course," I answered. "It's Friday. But not Friday night. You told me that the big black-tie affair at Cock Rock was Friday night, so Friday night it is. Until then, not one single drop of sperm for either one of you."
Alice looked as though she were about to cry, but I knew that it was just an act. "Please, Rodge," she begged. "Just a little bit now, sort of to tide us over until tonight. Please?"
"No," I said firmly. "If you just sit tight and keep your panties on until tonight then when you finally get a crack at me you'll find out I was well worth waiting for. So you'll just have to wait. Besides," I added, deciding to stimulate their curiosity, "that little whoopty-doo at Cock Rock tonight is going to be even better than you thought it would be."
Marilyn was looking slightly suspicious. "What makes you say that?" she wanted to know.
"I'm not going to tell you." I grinned. "But take my word for it, when it comes you'll be glad you waited for it." And then I turned and walked away. I really felt strange turning down pussy that less than a month ago I would have given my right ball for, but I knew that I had to keep things so that I, and not the schoolgirls, decided if and when I would fuck them. In Stella's case it was different, though: I'd screw that cunt of hers any time she asked me to. What a girl!
I took the crate of supplies and dumped it unceremoniously on Stella's desk in her classroom. On the blackboard she'd drawn, for her botany students, a rather revealing description of how the male flowers fertilized the females. I couldn't help noticing the resemblance between the flowers' dongers and my own cock.
The door opened and Stella came into the classroom. "Well, baby," I told her, "here's the stuff you wanted."
"All the stuff I ever want and could ever need, too! Thanks, lover." And with that she kissed me on the mouth. "Is everything set for tonight?"
"All set on my end," I told her. "How's things in your department?"
"Perfect," she assured me. "I've got all the equipment ready for those two unsuspecting little schoolgirls. They're going to have quite a night in just a few hours."
It was all I could do to keep from laughing. "It's a good thing you didn't give them any homework," I pointed out, "because after tonight they won't be able to sit down to right it. They may not be able to stand up, either." I shoved a pair of cigarettes into my mouth, lit them and then passed one over to Stella.
She sucked on it hungrily. "Now here's the battle plan," she told me. 'Tonight you meet Alice and Marilyn as planned. You let them show you the way to Lonesome Rock." She giggled. "I mean Cock Rock. As soon as you three sneak off the campus I'll be following you with the...toy chest.". She jerked her beautiful head towards the cupboard in the corner where she was keeping the suitcase full of sexual paraphernalia.
I blew out cigarette smoke. "There's an awful lot of equipment in that suitcase," I reminded her, "are you sure that you can carry it okay? You might have to go climbing up one of the local mountains."
Stella stuck out her tongue. "Don't get macho with me," she said. "I'm just as strong as you are and you know it damned well. I believe I gave you ample proof of that the other night."
"You sure did," I said, rubbing my still-throbbing cock. If the muscles in Stella's arms were as strong as the ones in her twat, not only could she carry that suitcase up the side of a mountain with one hand, but she could carry me up it too.
"Fine," said Stella. "Anyway, to continue: after they lure you to their little den of iniquity I'll be following with the playthings. Try not to walk too fast because I don't want to lose sight of you. After all, I still don't know where this famous Cock Rock actually is."
"That's no problem," I reminded her, "if you can't find it just look for three trails of scum-juice, and you will know that Alice and Marilyn and I are whooping it up right near by."
"Fine," she repeated. "Now, once you three get there, talk them into getting their clothes off right away, so that they'll be all ready for us when I get there. But don't take your own clothes off; it'll be much more embarrassing for them if we make them run around naked while we have all our clothes on. Remember, we want to really embarrass them and humiliate them. Humiliation and degradation, when used properly, can be quite useful in a sexual encounter."
What a strange broad!
I nodded. "Yes, teacher. Do you want me to take notes?"
She threw an eraser at me. "It shouldn't take me too long to follow you there, Roger," she continued, "but you may have to stall them a little bit anyway."
"Don't worry," I told her. 'Take my word for it: this is going to be one night that we'll remember for years to come. And Alice and Marilyn won't forget it for quite some time, either."
She looked at her wristwatch. "It's four o'clock. I figure you'll go meet our victims at six. That leaves two hours." She leaned over and squeezed my dick. "What can we do in two hours?"
"Two fucks, teacher. Do I get an A on my report card?"
I kissed her, and then she went to lock the door and pull down the shades. "You see that drawing on the board?" she wanted to know. 'The male flower fucking the female?"
I nodded. "Of course I see it. How could I miss it? Well, why bring up botany when I want to deflower you?"
She threw another eraser, then winked at me. "I've got an idea that drawing isn't completely accurate," she told me. "So how about you and I do a little research on pollination?"
"I'm ready when you are." I reached under her short skirt and hunted around for her panties. Then I found them and yanked them off, leaving her big juicy golden-haired twat to stare me in the face. I pushed her down onto her desk at the front of the classroom and unveiled my cocker in all its glory. Stella had already seen my prickel many, many times, but even so she couldn't help gasping in astonishment every time she saw it. Well, she was seeing it now, all right; she had a ringside seat. I grabbed her beautiful knees and pushed them apart, then I lifted her skirt and drove my tool up, up and into her. Every inch it went was another moan of delicious delight from Stella. She wanted this meat inside her, she wanted to have it, to caress it, to make love to it. She had to lay it.
And then I was pumping, churning up a maelstrom of sexual delight within the chasm between Stella's legs, filling her with ever more mounting desire. With every passing moment her longing for my red-hot cock got bigger and bigger. She longed for it, she yearned for it, she hungered for it, she thirsted for it. She wanted everything I had, and not even that would be enough. She wanted it all, and then she wanted even more. Her sexual appetite would never be satisfied, not by me or by a dozen men.
More and more she wanted, and more and more I was giving it to her. She gasped and moaned with unfathomable passion as I sent my meat ramming into her again and again, sending bolts of electricity reverberating through both our bodies. Don't stop! Fuck me until we both drop dead on the spot, and they'll have to dump us in the same grave! And even then we'll keep on fucking! Screw me harder! Screw me harder! I want it! I WANT IT! GIVE IT TO ME!"
I could tell that she was in the mood for sex. So I let her have it. More of it, more of it, twenty thousand kilowatts shooting around inside us. A whole Fourth of July fireworks display was bouncing around inside my pelvis, and I was getting hotter and hotter by the minute. Stella wrapped her strong arms around my neck and brought my mouth close to hers. And then we were both kissing like mad, both tonguing each other's mouths and throats and tongues, filling each other with our own oral lust. More of it, more of it all the time.
We began to pick up speed now, and Stella's twat was boiling hot. My ass shot up and down faster and faster as I pumped harder and harder. An instant later her hips were vibrating, and she creamed. A quart of golden yellow vagina-juice was barreling its way up through her body to massage my prick, to make love to it like it had never been made love to before.
And then I could feel a shiver going through my whole body as I reached that wonderful thing called an orgasm, which every man and woman dreams of experiencing, but only the lucky few ever get to know first hand. And the two of us writhed in harmony with each other, spewing out our creamy smooth love-juices to mix and mingle with our hot flesh. More of it, more of it, more of it.
"AHH...AHHH...AH-H-H-H!" With one last gasp of passionate lust we tumbled into that warm sea of red pleasure that comes right after the sexual climax. And then we were both drifting away into Paradise. Stella and I together, forever. It was beautiful.
We were done. I gave her one last kiss, and then I stuffed my manhood back into its cozy little nest in my Levis, to save it for another day. Stella sat upright, still shivering pleasantly from our love-making, and straightened her clothes, reaching down to pull her panties back up her legs and over her twat. I realized how lucky those panties must be, to spend so much time wrapped around Stella's lovely ass and vagina.
Finally we both stood up, and locked in one more passionate embrace. 'That was fantastic," I told Stella, and she could see that I meant it. A new bulge in my groin confirmed it!
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she replied. "But now we've got to get ready for our little adventure tonight, out at Cock Rock."
Ah, yes. Cock Rock. How could I have forgotten so soon. Well, I knew that once this night was over it would be something that I'd remember for years to come. And so would Stella. And so, for that matter, would Alice and Marilyn.
The minutes went by quickly enough, and soon it was dark outside, time for me to meet my two young schoolgirl friends. I pulled on my jacket and walked out of the school building towards my sleeping quarters.
I didn't have to wait long for them to make the first move. After I'd walked less than fifteen yards there was a rustling in the bushes, and two female forms jumped out to greet me. I didn't have to guess who they were; one girl had orange hair that was almost two feet long and the other chick had tits of two different sizes.
"Hi, Roger," said Marilyn in the darkness, whispering sexily because she knew that noises carry farther at night, and she didn't want anybody to overhear us and interrupt our night of relaxation. "Glad you could make it. Are you ready, willing and able?"
"You bet your ass I am," I told her, reaching around behind her and giving her posterior a friendly squeeze. "We're gonna have some good times tonight."
"Damn right," added Alice, giggling girlishly. "Good old Cock Rock will never be the same."
She and Marilyn each took me by one hand. "Come on, baby," Marilyn pleaded. "We've been waiting for this all week, and we just can't wait any more. Let's get going."
Alice stood on tiptoe to kiss me lightly on one unshaven cheek. "We've got the cave all stocked up with plenty of beer and wine and whisky, and there's even a bottle of Sangria.
Not to mention two or three pounds of Mexican wacky weed."
I let the two eager young girls lead me breathlessly into the bushes towards the fence that marked the boundary of the campus. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of Stella following us at a respectful distance, a brown suitcase tucked under one arm. I knew what was in that suitcase.
We got to the fence at the edge of the campus, and I held the barbed wire apart so that the two chicks could get through it. I grinned in the darkness as I imagined what Old Ugly Watson's face would look like if she knew that her prize gardener was helping two of the students to go "over the wall". And I couldn't even begin to imagine what she'd look like if she knew what we were going to do once we were on the other side.
As for myself, my mind and cock were racing.
Marilyn and Alice were outside the campus now, and I was about to follow them. But before I did I kicked over one of the supports to the fence so that several feet of it collapsed and Stella would be able to walk through it easily. In the darkness I turned and hissed to Stella. "Watch out for the barbed wire." I could see her nod and flash an "okay" symbol, so I turned and followed my young companions down the moonlit trail to this mysterious Cock Rock that I'd heard so much about.
As soon as I fell into step behind them Alice stopped. "Wait a minute," she said to Marilyn and me. "I heard a twig snap. Is somebody following us?"
"I doubt it," I said quickly. "But even if they are, who cares?"
"I care," said Marilyn firmly. "The more girls that come with us the less of you there is for me and Alice. And we want you all to ourselves."
"Well, that noise was probably just your imagination," I assured her. "Or maybe it was a squirrel or something. Don't worry about it. I'm in just as big a hurry to get to where we're going as you are."
That seemed to satisfy them, and the two girls turned and continued walking towards their destination, with me in tow. After a few more minutes we came to the side of a stone-faced cliff, and it took both feet and both hands to work our way up it. I began to wonder if Stella, who was weighted down with the suitcase, was going to be able to make it. But then I remembered how strong she was and I realized I should have known better. But I couldn't help wondering how these two schoolgirls and their friends had managed to haul the booze and pot that they'd mentioned up the side of the cliff, which was as high as a short mountain.
By this time the climbing was so difficult that I couldn't afford to wonder about anything at all; it took everything I had just to keep on climbing. Alice and Marilyn were right above me, and in the dim light of the half-moon I could make out the full moons of their twin little asses. Neither one of them had panties on, I noticed. Well, when Stella and I got through with them they might not be able to wear panties. Or anything else, for that matter.
After a few more minutes of agony the side of the cliff began to level off a little, and I could climb without using my hands. This Indian cave was so out of the way that I couldn't figure out how these girls had happened to discover it in the first place. I sneaked a look behind me and saw that Stella was still following us, but farther away then she ought to have been. I'd have to stall these two chicks as much as I could, and then some.
A pleasant, if not simple, task.
The more I climbed the more I realized how accurate the name "Cock Rock" really was. This massive monolith stood straight up out of the surrounding flatlands, pointing up for at least a mile to form one huge, cylindrical shaft that stretched far up into the heavens. Down at the base of the thing was a ring of trees that from a distance had a strong resemblance to pubic hair, and off in the distance I could see two foot hills that looked a lot like a pair of balls. The whole thing reached upwards, the biggest phallus known to man or beast, reaching up to fuck the clouds. I was amused to notice that the gigantic penis I was climbing wasn't circumcised. Well, Mother Nature can't think of everything.
By now we had come to the flatness that was the top of Cock Rock, and right in the middle of the shaft was a circular sinkhole that made the resemblance to a prick even stranger. If this had been a real cock, that big hole would have been where the cream came out. I realized that if that sinkhole had a geyser, this place would attract tourists from all over the country just to see this King Kong Dong in action.
"Here we are," Alice told me, no longer bothering to whisper because she figured that nobody else was around. I sneaked a look back down the shaft of the huge granite prick to see how Stella was doing, and was dismayed to see she'd fallen behind farther than ever. Well, I knew she'd catch up pretty soon. Until then, I'd just have to play things by ear.
Alice jumped into the hole that was to be our love nest for the night, and I heard some mysterious scratching sounds in the inky blackness below me at the bottom of the hole. Then a match flared, and a flame leaped into life as she lit a propane lantern. In the circular beacon of light that it sent out I could see a section of the bare stone floor. I could also see one of Alice's arms and both her tits. And very nice they looked, too.
"Jump," she yelled up to me, and I jumped. The stone floor was farther down then I'd thought, but except for a stab of pain in one foot that went away instantly I landed unhurt. Then Marilyn jumped, and in the globe of light from the lantern I could see her skirt balloon out from her body as she fell, leaving her pantieless twat and ass for all the world to see.
Then an awful thought struck me. "That's at least a fifteen foot drop," I told the girls. "Now that we're down here, how do we get back up?"
"We don't," grinned Marilyn, and I almost had a heart attack. For a moment I considered shouting up to Stella to forget about the suitcase and throw us a rope. But then Alice spoke.
"She's just playing with you, Roger." "And these are just the preliminaries!"
"Don't listen to her, Roger," she reassured me. "There's a ladder over in the corner. But it's an old school custom that everyone who comes here for the first time has to jump down. When Marilyn and I got this place ready for tonight, she climbed out on the ladder, then I put the ladder in the corner and climbed up with a rope. We've got every angle of this thing figured out."
That's what you think, girls, I said to myself. Wait until you find out what Stella and I have for you. It's a really big surprise.
Just then there was a scrabbling noise at the mouth of the hole above my head, and I jumped out of the way as Stella plunged down to the floor below. She made a perfect landing; she'd used the bottom of the suitcase to help her stabilize when she hit the ground.
Both girls were shocked. "What's going on here?" Alice shouted.
Marilyn let out a gasp. "It's Miss Hunnicutt! Now we'll catch it for sure!"
"Damn right you'll catch it," I said quietly. "You see that suitcase she's got? Well, it's full of nice little surprises for you two girls. Whips and chains and dildos and enema bags and things you probably never even heard of. And we brought them all for you." I grinned in the light from the lantern. "You girls thought you were gonna have a real hot time tonight. Well, you'll have one all right, but it's gonna be even hotter than you thought it would be. By the time we get through with you chicks you're gonna have bleeding assholes and lacerated twats.
Marilyn looked like she was getting scared. "Oh God, Alice!" she shrieked to her companion. "These two are on an S & M trip!"
"You guessed it, chick," Stella told her. "Boy, are you two in for a surprise."
"That's what you think," said Alice coolly, raising the hissing gas lamp and shining it right in my face. "YOU two are the ones who are in for the surprise." Suddenly she gave a shout. "NOW, BOYS!"
The whole cavern was swamped with blinding light as half a dozen battery-operated lanterns went on at once. Stella and I looked around and were surprised to see six men in motorcycle outfits and chains, all of them looking as mean as hell.
"These are friends of ours", Alice was saying. "Marilyn and I invited them over tonight to see whether or not they could outfuck the great Roger Masterson. We figured the six of them and you would be as much as the two of us could handle, but we hadn't counted on you bringing an extra girl along."
The six men, all of whom were about twenty or twenty-two years old, and all with bulging muscles popping out of their black leather and Levis, came slowly towards us. The one in the lead, who was obviously the boss man, had a big ugly scar on his big ugly face, that ran from directly under his left eye across his nose and lips and down the right side of his chin. The lower half of his face was a jungle of beard stubble, and that gleaming white scar looked like a path through the wilderness.
'This here is Scar," Marilyn informed Stella and me, and we didn't have to ask how he'd gotten the name. "When you and Stella told us about your S & M proclivities we could hardly keep from laughing. You see, Scar and his buddies here happen to be old S & M freaks from way back, and I'll bet they could teach you a trick or two that would make your eyes pop out of your head."
Just then Scar gave an animalistic grunt. "I want that women," he muttered, pointing right at Stella's big juicy tits. "I want that woman and I want her NOW!" With a snarl of savage lust he leaped forward and pressed her body tightly against his own. I stepped forward to try to change his mind for him, but like lightning two more of the leather boys jumped out of the shadows and restrained me, pinioning my arms tightly and painfully behind my back. There was nothing I could do but watch helplessly as Scar and his cohorts forced their pleasures upon Stella's captive flesh.
Smiling evilly, Scar pushed Stella up against the stone wall of the cave. With two savage strokes, he seized her blouse and skirt in his hands and tugged them off her body, ripping them to shreds. Then he divested her of her stockings and shoes, and she had nothing on now but a bra and a garter belt. I was surprised to see that Stella was crying; I thought she was made of sterner stuff than that. If she was crying now what would she be doing an hour from now. Bleeding, probably, or even dying. And I knew that when they were done with her it would be my turn next. Scar and two of his pals picked Stella up brutally and dragged her, kicking and screaming towards a huge oaken table on one side of the cavern. Obviously Alice and Marilyn had gone to a lot of trouble to welcome us. They must have brought that table in here a stick at a time, because it looked too big to go through the hole in one piece.
The screams from the other side increased now as by now Stella, clad only in her underwear, was pushed onto the table and made to lie face downwards. Scar grabbed one of her arms and twisted it savagely, and she whimpered in anguish. I tried to step forward to help her, but Scar's buddies who were holding onto me changed my mind for me pretty fast. One of them, who seemed to have a glass eye, pulled a switchblade out of his pocket, and when he pressed the button the blade gleamed ominously in the lantern light: I knew that it was hopeless to argue, I had to watch them perform their atrocities on Stella, knowing that when the boys were through with her Alice and Marilyn would probably start right in on me.
Scar went over to Stella's suitcase and looked at me with a cruel smile on his bloated lips. "It was real nice o' you two to bring this equipment with you, boy," he told me. "Real nice. I jus' know it's gonna come in handy by the time tonight is over." I gulped. These goons obviously knew what they were doing, and I didn't dare to even imagine what fiendish uses they'd find for the objects of restraint in Stella's bag.
Suddenly he tossed the suitcase into the air and dealt it a kung fu kick, splitting the wood wide apart and showering the floor of the cavern with leather, rubber and steel. He paused to take a look at all the goodies around him and then he smiled at me again, smiled at me in a way I didn't like at all.
Stella moaned again, louder than before, and I looked to see what they were doing to her. One of the leather boys had propped a beer keg under her pelvis, and now they turned her over face up so that the huge cylindrical thing was under her ass. One of the men reached into a bloodstained burlap sack and pulled out some long steel chains with shackles on the ends, and they attached these to Stella's wrists and ankles, drawing the other ends tightly around the four legs of the table. Stella screamed inhumanly as her spine bent over backwards, arching across the cold keg, and thrusting her stomach and tits high into the air. I could see that the inside of the shackles were ringed with little points of metal, and dozens of tiny streams of blood were beginning to well up at Stella's wrists and ankles. Somehow I knew that there would be more blood to come, much more.
The leather boy with the glass eye was holding his switchblade right under my chin, forcing its sharp point into my skin but not quite pushing it far enough to break the skin and make me bleed. I had to hold my head absolutely still if I didn't want to have my jugular vein sliced free of charge,
"Okay," announced Scar coldly as he saw that the human sacrifice had prepared. "And now's the time for the fun to begin."
Chapter Five
Scar gave me one last long lingering look and then started towards Stella, walking slowly and menacingly. He had the biggest, phoniest macho act I'd ever seen, but even if he was a phony he was still the one who had the knife in my neck, not the other way around. I had to watch as he went purposefully up to the helpless Stella.
With one mighty leap, he was standing on the table, his legs straddling Stella's prostrate form like some black leather colossus. Then he bent down and grabbed the bra she had on, ripping it off and leaving her tits on display for all the world to see.
"I'm gonna fuck you good, baby," he snarled through thick, sneering lips. "I'm gonna fuck you're cunt and then I'm gonna fuck your ass and then I'm gonna fuck your mouth and then if there's anythin' left over I'm gonna fuck that too. An' if I run outa holes to fuck then me an' my boys here will just have to make a few new holes."
Then he kicked her between the legs hard with one hobnailed boot, and his blonde victim shrieked. I could see a trickle of saliva going out of one corner of Stella's mouth. There wasn't any blood mixed with the saliva, but I knew that there would be mighty soon. Was there any chance of escape? Hell, no. I'd have to overpower six gorilla-men, including the one who was pinning my arms behind me and the one who had his shiv up against my neck. I'd also have to fight off Alice and Marilyn long enough to free Stella, and then the two of us would have to grab that twenty-foot ladder in the corner and wrestle it over to the hole in the roof of the cave and run like hell. And even if we managed to do that, we'd probably never get off this cock-shaped mountain alive. No, it looked like we would have to stay here for quite some time.
And now the brute named Scar tore open his tight leather pants and unsheathed his cock. It was an ugly cock, short and stubby and looking almost as though it had been bitten off. But it was all there, and it was all heading for the space between Stella's spreadeagled legs.
And then he gave a shout of triumph and flopped down on top of her, and Stella moaned as the weight of his body pushed her back against the beer keg that threatened to snap her spine. And then he was fucking her like crazy, snarling and shouting and waving his hat in the air like a cowboy breaking a wild stallion.
I felt the pain in my arms and against my neck lessen slightly and I realized what had happened. The guy who was holding my arms and the guy with the knife against my throat had leaned forward slightly to get a good look at exactly what Scar was doing. For one brief moment of blessed relief they let up the pressure. But then they were up against me as badly as ever. I realized that the only chance I had of getting away from that knife and that vise grip would be to wait for another such moment, a moment in which the men's attention was distracted, and in that one moment I would have to break loose somehow and make a rush at Scar. The man was bigger than I was, and he seemed to know kung fu, but I knew that in a fight of three seconds or less the element of surprise would give me the advantage. And three seconds would be just about all the time I would have, because the minute I attacked Scar I would have signed my own death warrant. I would have three seconds in which to incapacitate Scar before his friends, surprised by my sudden retaliation, would strike me dead on the spot. But instant death was better than slow torture, and if I took one of these bastards with me I'd die happy.
Alice and Marilyn were watching sadistically as Scar raped Stella again and again, harder and harder. He gave a loud, incoherent growl, and I knew that he had climaxed inside her.
He jumped off the table and turned to his henchmen. "Unchain her," he hissed. "Unchain her and turn her over, an' then chain her up again, ass side up. I'm going to tear her ass apart."
The other five leather boys ran forward to obey. They knew that I could not escape, so they didn't bother to guard me. But there had to be some way I could use this respite to my advantage.
I looked around for a potential weapon, and I saw two long logs, about as thick as my arms.
Could I use one of them to bash these guys over the heads with? No, I decided. I wouldn't be able to hit more than one or possibly two before the others closed in on me.
But wait a minute! I had a plan. It was a very risky plan, but it might work. These men were getting so drunk in the lust of their own sadistic glee that they might not notice what I was doing. Besides, even if they did find out they were going to kill me anyway, so either way I had nothing to lose.
Slowly, so as not to attract attention with any sudden movements, I peeled off my jacket. I stooped and picked up the two logs, one at a time, and shoved them into my jacket sleeves. They were slightly longer than my arms were, and the logs stuck out at the bottom, but I had to gamble that the men wouldn't notice. I shrugged on the jacket over my shoulders like a cape and leaned against the wall so as to keep the arms from sliding out of the sleeves. In dim light it looked as though I was leaning against the wall with my hands behind my back.
By now the men had unchained the writhing Stella, turned her over and rechained her. The beer keg was pressing under her stomach and it sent her naked ass pointing upwards towards the hole in the cavern roof. Scar and the others stepped back to admire their handiwork.
It seemed to be satisfactory, because Scar signaled his men to return to their posts.
"Cyclops," he told the man with the glass eye and the steel switchblade, "you and Reefer go back and guard that guy. Make sure he don't try anything."
The two men nodded and came back towards me. For a moment I was scared that Reefer, the one who was to grab my arms, would notice that they looked and felt like logs. But he was so much under the influence of some nameless drug or booze, as well as so engrossed in the scene that was slowly unveiling before him, that he did not notice. He grabbed my "arms" and held them tightly behind my back as the one named Cyclops placed his knife blade at my throat again, ready to use it in case I tried anything.
Now Scar turned back to the helpless woman before him, and he lashed out with one boot and kicked her square in the butt. "You're in trouble, girl," he told her. "I'm gonna ass fuck you, an' I'm gonna give you an enema with vinegar, an' then I'm gonna do a few other things which you wouldn't believe even if I told you."
His cock was still out, and he leaned forward and thrust it into her quivering ass. He dug his hands into her buttocks and spread them wide, forcing them to accept his meat.
Into her he went, as deep as he could go, and with each thrust of his meat I could feel Cyclops and Reefer leaning forward to watch, and with each moan of pain from Stella I felt like leaping forward and killing every man in the room. But I knew that this was not the time. I had to wait until that knife moved away from my neck, if only for a single moment.
The man named Scar fucked Stella up her ass, tearing apart her rectum and canoodle as he did so, and I was getting angrier and hotter by the moment. I could see that Alice and Marilyn were getting hotter too. It was obvious that they enjoyed to see a man rape a woman up the ass, provided that they weren't her. Scar had finished sodomizing her now, and he bent down to reach into his bloodstained burlap bag. From it he pulled a long rubber tube with a bulb at the end, and I recognized it as an enema tube. He also pulled out a canteen that seemed to be filled with something, because from the way he handled it I could tell it was heavy. He uncorked the canteen and began to fill the bulb from it, and as the clear liquid came out the smell of vinegar hit me in the face.
A vinegar enema! I watched helplessly as two whole quarts were poured from the canteen into the enema apparatus. I couldn't see how Stella's throbbing butt would be able to hold two quarts of water, let alone vinegar. I had to act fast, and soon. But I had to wait for the right moment. I had to wait for Cyclops to take that knife away from my neck, even if only for an instant.
The bulb was filled now, and everyone present was watching as Scar slowly brought it towards Stella's helpless ass. She began to cry, begging him please not to do this, but he kicked her again and told her to shut up and take it like the worthless cunt that she was.
And then the tube was thrust into her an inch at a time. Compared to the thick, squat cock which had just been inside her canoodle, this narrow tube should have felt like nothing to Stella. But the tube was longer than the cock, at least two feet longer, and that length made all the difference. Scar slowly eased at least nine inches of the rubber tube up inside of her asshole, and then he began to squeeze the bulb.
Stella screamed unceasingly as the red-hot vinegar poured into her rectum, and I watched in horror as the huge, swollen bulb began to dwindle slowly as it pumped its burning contents into the white flesh below.
Then the bulb was empty and every drop of the liquid had been squeezed down inside her flesh. I winced. If this was what they were doing to Stella, what would Alice and Marilyn have them do to me? I couldn't imagine, and I didn't think I wanted to.
Slowly he began to pull the enema tube out of her .almost as slowly as he'd put it into her. But finally he gave it one last yank and it was out. As the tube came out a trickle of clear liquid dripped out of Stella's ass, down her leg and onto the table. I thought I could see a trace of red in the vinegar, but I couldn't tell for certain. But then Scar was holding up the tube and bulb and looking as though he didn't know what to do with them.
This is it, I thought to myself. Now that Scar is through with the enema stuff he'll throw it to Cyclops here, who's got this damned knife in my neck, and as soon as Cyclops relieves the pressure on the knife to catch the tube I'll pull loose and break Scar's fuckin' neck. But Scar was way ahead of me. He threw the tube and the bulb, all right, but he threw them to another guy completely, on the other end of the room. Both of Cyclops' eyes, the real one and the glass one, were following the flight of the objects across the cave, and for one split second I considered pulling loose and killing Scar anyway. But I hesitated too long, and the opportunity was past. The leather boy caught the tube one-handed and Cyclops had his knife up against my neck as badly as ever. My chance had come and gone.
I watched in utter desperation as Scar poked around inside his bloodstained sack and leisurely selected his next instrument of torture: a crowbar. Has he yanked it out his eye fell on the empty canteen that had held the vinegar and he picked that up too. "I guess I won't be needin' this for a while," he mumbled. "Here, catch."
And then I suddenly realized that he was flinging the canteen in my direction, and as Cyclops reached out one black leather hand to grab it his other hand, the one with the knife, automatically pulled back from my throat slightly. THIS WAS IT!
One of my arms, which I had been keeping hidden under the jacket, lashed out and seized Cyclops's wrist, pulling the knife back and away from me. At the same time I pulled both legs from the floor and kicked backwards like a mule, grinding my feet into the scrotum of Reefer, the man behind me. He screamed viciously, and I fell to the cavern floor. Somehow or other I rolled to my feet and then without slackening speed I was charging straight towards Scar, who was staring at me with his fly and his mouth both open, too surprised to move.
Before even I knew it, my hands hit his throat.
I heard a sharp cracking sound as my fingers closed tighter around Scar's neck, and his head rocked back and forth like a pendulum. I felt his body collapse under mine, and we both fell backward on top of the prostrate form of the tortured Stella.
She moaned louder than before as we tumbled on top of her and then rolled to the floor. I could see Cyclops and Scar's other playmates coming towards me in a way I didn't at all like. I dropped Scar, who was unconscious, onto the hard stone floor of the cavern, and came towards Cyclops, who had his switchblade at the ready. I didn't have to ask what he planned to do with it.
Remembering that this guy was blind on one side I approached him from the right direction and kicked him in the mouth. I glimpsed a spattering of droplets of red, and then suddenly one of the black leather boys had his arm around my neck and started to squeeze.
"Stop!" shouted Alice, and the man grunted and let me drop to the ground, gasping for breath. She came towards me, her long hair and her hips wiggling from side to side as she walked. She spoke to the bastard who had almost strangled me. "Get out of here."
He started to come closer to her. 'This guy ain't gonna get away with what he did to Scar an' Cyclops!" he shouted. "Besides, he kicked Reefer in the balls!"
"Do as I tell you," Alice barked. "This man has got more guts than all of you put together. And more dick, too. Now pick up your friends and get out of here!"
The hoodlum started to protest, but a look from her and he retreated. I watched as he and the one named Reefer got the ladder from the corner of the cave and wrestled it beneath the hole in the ceiling which was the only way out. Then the five of them staggered up and out. Cyclops was holding a hand to his shattered teeth and Reefer was carrying the unconscious Scar slung over one shoulder. Scar's head was dangling at a very odd angle.
And now Alice and Marilyn were coming closer to me. "You passed the test, Roger," Marilyn told me, shaking me by the hand. "Congratulations."
"What test?" I wanted to know. Something very odd was going on here, very odd indeed.
Marilyn grinned. "We didn't want to tell you before, but it's okay to now. Alice and I were looking for a good-lookin' guy with a big dick and plenty of guts. We decided that the only way to test our candidates was by putting them up against Scar and his boys. And you passed with flying colors."
"Okay," I said. "So I passed. Now that you've got me what do you want to do with me?"
This time it was Alice's turn to grin. "Haven't you guessed? The two of us are fed up with this fuckin' school, so we're cutting out of here. We want a man to come with us so we can keep warm on a chilly night."
"In other words," Alice hastened to explain, "the two of us are gonna go bumming around crosscountry for a while. Two cunts. But we need a cock to go with them. Are you game, or would you rather spend the rest of your life as a gardener at a girls' school?"
"Don't knock it," I told her. "It's a good job. There's six hundred captive teenage girls on that campus, and I'm the only cock for miles around. It's a job with a lot of fringe benefits."
"Never mind that," hissed Marilyn. "After what happened here tonight we're both in a lot of trouble. And you are too. You'd better come with us. We've got a Volkswagen bus parked down the road with plenty of food, booze and weed. And money, too. Are you gonna come along or will ya sit here and wait for the police to show up?"
I didn't seem to have much of a choice. Besides, it sounded interesting to be hitting the road with these two gorgeous chicks for a while. And, like they said, I'd done a few things during my career at the Gladys M. Forsythe Academy for Advanced Young Women that the police might not look to kindly upon.
"I'll go with you, girls," I told them. "Just let me sneak back to the campus and get my motorcycle and stuff. Where can I meet you?"
"At the highway turnoff down the road," Alice told me. "Near the 7-Up billboard. We'll be waiting."
"Groovy," I started to run up the ladder, then I stopped as a low moan floated across the room to me. I'd forgotten about Stella! The blonde woman, who was still chained spreadeagled to the table with nothing on but a garter belt. As I watched she began to babble incoherently again. Once or twice she said something like. "I want your hot dick, Roger! I want it!"
I came back down the ladder again. "We can't leave poor Stella here to die like this. I think what Scar did to her drove her off the deep end."
"Don't worry about her," Alice assured me. "Now that the pain's stopped she'll start creeping back to normal. I've seen this kind of thing at practically every S & M session I go to. The woman goes crazy for a while, but in a couple of days she's all right again."
Marilyn rested one hand on my arm. "When we get into the next town we'll telephone a hospital to come out here and pick her up. By the time the police get on the case we'll be over the state line and far away from here. It's the best way. I wasn't too crazy about leaving Stella here, but I knew that we couldn't take her along. I went over and kissed her once, very lightly, on the corner of her bloodstained mouth. "Good-bye, my darling," I whispered to her hoarsely. "I'm sorry that this had to happen. But it wasn't my fault. If I hadn't broken Scar's neck, we'd both be dead by now."
Stella seemed to understand what I was saying, for she nodded. I couldn't help thinking that the poor girl might be better off if Scar had killed her after all.
And then I turned and bolted up the ladder, not looking back. "I'll meet you under the billboard in half an hour," I called out to Marilyn and Alice.
I was on top of Cock Rock, at the very tip of its gargantuan granite phallus. It was around midnight, and I was very cold. I still didn't know how I was going to climb down the steep sides of this thing. I'd managed to climb up using both feet and both hands. Getting back down would be easy, but getting down alive wouldn't be.
I heard something rattling in the wind, and I turned to see what it was. In the dim moonlight I could just make out a long wooden pole driven into the face of the solid rock column, and tied to this was a long thick rope. It was the rope that was making the noise as the wind dashed it back and forth against the solid granite wall.
I grabbed hold of the rope with both hands, took a deep breath, and kicked off. I went downwards faster than I would have liked too, but at least I was still all in one piece.
I landed heavily in a bramble bush at the bottom, and as I started to walk away I heard a moaning sound. I looked and saw a human body lying underneath the bush, a human body in a black leather jacket and with its head at a strange angle. Apparently Scar's buddies had no further use for a leader with a broken neck, especially if they had to carry him all over the countryside. I decided that when we reported Stella to the hospital I would tell them about Scar too. There was nothing else I could do for him.
Ten minutes later I was sneaking back through the barbed wire fence and into the girls' Academy. As I climbed through the shrubbery I could imagine Miss Watson's face when she would find out what her gardener, her prize teacher and two of her "advanced young ladies" had been up to all night.
I sneaked back to my quarters and got all my gear, then tossed it onto the back of my and lashed it down. In a moment I was roaring across the campus and towards the gates, which were locked.
In the glow from my headlight I saw someone running out in front of me, yelling "Stop! Stop! Don't do that!" It was Old Lady Watson! I twisted the handlebars, bringing the chopper hurtling straight towards her. She shrieked and dove into a mud puddle. Then I was rushing towards the gates at sixty miles an hour. The gates were padlocked, and I didn't have the key. I would have to ram them.
I shut my eyes and gritted my teeth as the front fender of my chopper hit the chain. There was an awful snapping sound, and then I was on the other side and roaring off down the open road. In just a few minutes Alice and Marilyn and I would be going off in quest of excitement and erotic adventures.
It took me only a couple of minutes to reach the billboard the chicks had promised to meet me under, but when I got there they hadn't come yet. Probably they were still getting ready for their new life. Once they started down that long road with me, they would be schoolgirls no longer.
As if there were kids, now!
Sure enough, a few minutes later two headlights winked at me far off down the road, and I saw a red Volkswagen bus right behind them. Soon they were right beside me, with the motor idling.
Alice kicked the door open. "Come on in, cowboy," she said. "And bring that big dick of yours with you."
"I brought my chopper," I informed her, which was dumb now that I think of it, because she could see the motorcycle between my legs. She was always looking between my legs.
The back doors of the big bus swung open and somebody hopped out. "Hey man, que pasa?" blared a thick male voice. I saw myself looking at a short, muscular man with long hair and hippie clothes.
"This is Turtle," Alice was saying to me. "We didn't tell you he was coming along, but after all we two chicks couldn't go driving crosscountry taking only ONE cock with us. We had to have at least TWO."
I didn't say anything. Turtle looked like a nice enough guy, but I'd been sort of looking forward to having both those delicious pussies all to myself. Oh well, I knew that I'd have plenty of time with both of them. And Turtle would too.
Between the two of us Turtle and I managed to wrestle my Honda into the rear of the Volkswagen bus, and then we hopped in and slammed the doors shut. Turtle vaulted like an acrobat over the front seat, so that he was up front with Alice, and I was pleased to see that I had Marilyn all to myself in the back.
Alice threw the bus into gear, and a moment later we were zipping down the midnight road.
"Hi, Roger," Marilyn said to me, whispering sexily in my ear. "I've been waiting a long time for this. Let's fuck."
Let's fuck, she'd said. Oh, my God! I couldn't help laughing as I suddenly realized that after everything I'd been through with both of these chicks, I still hadn't shoved my dong into either one of them. Well, this was my chance, all right. Marilyn would be first, but Alice wouldn't have very long to wait.
Marilyn was starting to peel off her clothes seductively, but I stopped her. "Let me do that, darling," I told her. "Undressing pretty girls is men's work." I bent to pull off her turtleneck, but she grabbed my head and kissed me square on the lips. Her tongue began to do a mating dance with my own tongue, and I could tell that this chick had really been around.
This school was not the fortress they claimed.
And then I pulled her blouse off, and her bare braless titties were staring up at me expectantly. As I've mentioned before, Marilyn's left boob was bigger than her right one. But I kind of liked that; it made her even sexier in a kind of kinky, lopsided way. Besides, both of her tits were bigger than most chicks had. And when they're as big as Marilyn's were, they don't have to match.
After I'd tugged her white turtleneck blouse off, it was the work of a moment for me to go for her miniskirt. I squeezed the soft fabric hard with both hands and tugged it down her shapely thighs, off her ankles and onto the floor of the bus. I noticed that Alice and Turtle were watching me with amusement through the rear-view mirror.
Then I hurried to unlace the girl's high-heeled leather boots, and tugged them off her delicious feet with hot feverish hands. Now I was looking at her bright yellow panty hose, the fabric that caressed her thighs and calves and feet almost as though it were a part of her. Marilyn looked so beautiful with that golden yellow going up and down her legs that I would have fucked her right then and there, but unfortunately panty hose don't have a cunt. They had to come off, and come off they did. When I tugged them off her flesh I saw that Marilyn, like so many other chicks I'd run into in the last few days, wasn't wearing panties.
She saw that I had noticed and smiled. "I don't believe in panties, Rodge," she told me.
'They slow things down. Now hurry up and fuck me, please. And fuck me good. I'm no virgin, and if you're no good at fucking I'll know right away. So fuck me good."
I didn't have to be told twice. I unzipped my dungarees, and out popped my hot rod, ready for action. It had known what was coming and it had popped out of my pants of its own accord, eager to get things going. Well, so was I.
I took Marilyn in my strong arms and tongued her throat and chin, working my way up to her mouth. As our lips met I kissed her with more heat and passion then I'd ever kissed any other girl, even Felicia or Cynthia. And as Marilyn and I were locked in a kiss, I felt her body grow hot beneath mine as I gently spread her legs apart and began to slide my meat into the waiting cavern of her honey pot.
Home at last.
I was surprised to realize that I was having a little trouble getting my cock up into her pussy. Either my meat was too big, or her hole was too small, or both. In any case, it was a tight fit. But that was okay; I like them tight.
I managed to work my prick into her, inch by inch, and the longer it took the hotter she was getting. I was getting hotter too, and I felt as though at any moment we might both burst into flames.
And then I was in her right up to the hilt, and pumping away in a frenzy of passionate lust. Just then Alice started driving the bus over a series of bumps and potholes, and the whole Volkswagen shot up and down in the air. But every thump of the bus brought our two bodies thumping against each other all the harder, and it felt great. Marilyn's mismatched tits were digging into my chest, and I loved it. It was wonderful.
I had started pumping, and now I decided to pump to the rhythm of the bus. Alice saw what I was doing and started to speed up the bus slightly, and I had to speed up the pumping, and that made it feel all the better. Underneath Marilyn's ass the chassis of the bus was vibrating and quivering like crazy, and it was making her legs, hips and ass shake up and down and back and forth as though they were plugged in to some gigantic vibrator. In fact, the whole bus was one huge vibrator, and Marilyn and I were inside it, making sweet love.
I was pumping harder now, not only faster but also harder, and I could feel the whole huge red Volkswagen bus rocking and vibrating and churning with every powerful thrust of my organ. It felt as though my cock controlled the world, because every time it moved I felt both our bodies tumble and spin along with it.
And then I felt that wonderfully warm, spreading feeling that told me Marilyn was creaming, creaming all over my beautiful big prick. I could feel my own body getting hotter and hotter and I knew that soon I would be coming as well.
Sure enough, the rumbling swell got bigger and bigger and more and more glorious as we zoomed down the road at almost a mile a minute, and I felt the stirring sensation deep within me getting bigger and bigger and bigger with every passing moment, with every thrust of my huge powerful jackhammer, with every fresh torret of love-juice that gushered out of Marilyn's honey hole.
And now I was creaming too, as my cock and balls and hips and thighs and flesh burst into a raging forest fire of passion, and I was sending gallons of red-hot cock-sauce zooming down the tunnel of hot flesh between Marilyn's shapely legs. Again and again I creamed, and then she was creaming too, and the twin geysers of love-tonic that rushed towards each other between us seemed to push us apart, but I knew that they were really holding us all the closer together. Because a man and a woman could never really feel close to each other, could never really come to know each other, until they'd had sex together, and it didn't matter whether they were married or not. It was fantastic. It was the reason we'd both been put here.
At last, at long long lovely last, our beautiful fuck was drawing to a close, and I knew that when I'd hitched up with Marilyn I'd found myself one beautiful girl. She was great. Oh, was she great.
I could feel the Volkswagen bus slowing down as Alice was getting more and more interested in the goings-on that were going on in the back. "Hey," she said at last, "I'd like to get into that too."
"Come on in, the water's fine," smiled Marilyn, with a moan of pleasure going across her beautiful red lips.
"No, I guess I'd better not," Alice decided, after going through an obvious mental struggle with herself. "I'd better keep on driving. We've got to get as far away from here as we can by morning."
I got off Marilyn regretfully and stood up. "If you want, I'll take over the driving for a while," I volunteered. "And you and Turtle can fool around for a while."
"Hey, man, thanks a lot," shouted Turtle, and I could tell that he was eager to do it with Alice, just as eager as I'd been to do it with Marilyn. Well, I was eager to do it with Alice too, but I knew that it could wait a while.
There would be plenty of time, and I knew that all I had to do was call and Alice would be ready to serve me.
I shoved my cocker back in my Levis and climbed over the seat, passing Turtle en route. I felt Alice's blonde hair and white flesh brush against me as we passed, and it was a delicious sensation. As she climbed into the back with the others I could see that she didn't wear any panties either, just a black face garter belt and stockings. Well, as Marilyn had said, panties only slowed things down.
Wise girl, that one.
And now I was in the driver's seat, and I felt a surge of power just knowing that the entire bus, and the people in it, were all in my hands, all controlled by me. With one firm hand I grabbed the huge phallus of the stick shift and shifted into third, and a moment later we were all roaring off down the road to the erotic unknown that lay beyond.
Chapter Six
I drove all night, but it was an interesting night. That fuck I'd had with Marilyn had been very pleasant, and when it was over I had the added enjoyment of watching Turtle and Alice perform in the back of the bus for my listening pleasure. I hadn't done it with Alice yet, of course, but I was pleasantly surprised to see that she was handling Turtle even better than I'd expected. I was really amazed at the girl's endurance and ingenuity; in that one love-session she had with Turtle Alice guided them both into more positions than I'd ever seen-or used-in the rest of my sexual career put together. I could hardly wait until it would be my turn to give Alice the old once-over, and I knew that when I did so it would be very pleasant indeed, very pleasant for both of us.
Finally I could make out the dim red rim of the rising sun coming towards us over the distant horizon, and I decided that it was time to rest for a while. We had driven clear out of Massachusetts and right across the southern tip of New York State. By now we were in Pennsylvania. I'd been through here before, but never with such lovely company as Alice and Marilyn. And never with Turtle, either.
Finally I pulled the huge Volkswagen vehicle off the shoulder of the road and into a field. In the distance I could hear a river tumbling over the rocks of its bed. And now it was time for the four of us to rest, for in the morning we would be needing all our strength. Especially Alice and I. I promised myself that tomorrow would be the time I would have her for sure. I could taste that big juicy cunt right now, and it made my mouth water just to think about it.
Not to mention what it did to the meat.
The powerful bus ground to a halt, and in a moment I was clambering over the back seat and into Alice's arms. The two of us fell asleep together on the hot chassis of the huge vehicle, and the dreams I had that night were wonderful dreams indeed.
Hours later I awoke and got out of the back of the bus. The other three had obviously been up for hours. They had a roaring fire going and a good breakfast was nearly cooked. They were glad to see me, and Alice in particular was very glad, as she proved to me as soon as we touched. I would have liked to linger longer, but I knew that there would be plenty of time for that later. If we had something to eat first, our lovemaking would be all the better.
As we were finishing the meal, Turtle spoke: "Hey, guys, I've never been in this part of Pennsylvania before. I wonder where we are." None of us seemed to be able to answer that; Pennsylvania was not one of our strong points.
After a little searching Marilyn and Turtle located the river that I'd been hearing about the night before. It wasn't very big, but it was a river all right. We'd gone straight over it on a bridge, and stuck on one end of the bridge was a sign that read "LACKAWAXEN RIVER."
As soon as we'd all had a chance to get a look at it, there was the honk of a horn behind us and we turned to see a gigantic trailer pulling up beside the Volkswagen bus.
One of the doors opened and a guy tumbled out. He was followed by two or three very sexy-looking young women. All three chicks had on the same outfit: a miniskirt, a tight jacket and ruffled blouse, black leather high-heeled knee boots, and dark blue stockings. On them the outfit looked just great. But I wouldn't have minded getting a look at them with the clothing taken off. Well, perhaps I'd get my chance later.
" 'ello there," called out their male companion, in a thick lower-class English accent. "We're lookin' for a town named Honesdale. Would ye be knowin' where it is?"
After a few minutes of introduction all around, it turned out that the young man and his three costumed friends, plus two more guys who were still in the trailer, were all some sort of a rock group. They played at carnivals and county fairs all over the United States, and now they were on their way towards one that was right around here.
And they all looked fine to us.
The Englishman's name turned out to be Nigel, and his young female friends were Joy, and Polly. Two more men came leaping out of the trailer, one of them with an electric guitar hanging around his neck, and introduced themselves as Bert and Alfie.
So three more chicks had worked their way into our midst, and three more men with them. This looked as though it would be getting better and better all the time. It would be at least a week before I'd had these three new girls, as well as Alice and Marilyn, as much as I'd want to. This would be very enjoyable indeed.
It turned out that the rock group was known as "Saint Elmo's Fire." They were on their way to some town called Honesdale to play in a rock concert at something called the Wayne County Fair which was being held there. I sneaked a look at the prettiest of the newcomers, who was Polly, and decided that she and I could make very beautiful music together. Very, very beautiful.
Turtle and I searched around inside the glove compartment of the bus and located a road map of the area, and between the ten of us we managed to figure out a way to get to Honesdale. The rock group asked us if we cared to go with them, and we all said we did. We didn't want to lose these people right after we'd met them. Turtle and I wanted to get a crack at those three beautiful chicks, and I could tell that Alice and Marilyn were wondering just how nice Nigel, Bert and Alfie would be in bed. It was also pretty obvious that the six musicians were having amorous thoughts about us.
So they piled back into their trailer and we piled back into our VW bus. I was driving and I led the way. About a half an hour later we reached Honesdale, and I could see the fair grounds in the distance.
We pulled into the place a little bit later. The county fair wasn't due to start until the next day, and we could see the roustabouts and carnival people getting everything ready for the crowds that would be coming here tomorrow.
Nigel and his friends announced their presence to the people who were running the fair, and they were given quarters off on the edge of the fair grounds, one huge cabin. Supposedly the cabin would be partitioned off so that the men and the chicks could sleep separately, but I wasn't going to hold my breath to wait for that to happen.
I wasn't willing to hold anything of my own.
It turned out that not only did the cabin have room enough for all the members of Saint Elmo's Fire, or the Elmos (as they called themselves privately) but there was also room for Alice and Marilyn and Turtle and I. The Elmos offered to share the place with us and naturally we accepted. I knew that our first night there would be quite a night. We'd give the place a house-warming that none of us would ever be likely to forget.
In the meantime we offered to help the six of them get ready for their performances here, and needless to say I found plenty of time to get to know the three new girls quite well. It developed that Joy was from Tennessee, and she had a rich, melting Southern accent that fit in perfectly with her long yellow hair and her delicious figure. She looked like, and sounded like, Daisy Mae Yokum in the comic strips. I couldn't wait for a chance to let her taste my Big Abner.
Polly was English, like Nigel, and Jenny was from no place in particular, but she'd been bumming around with the others for a while because she liked it. Joy and Jenny were really beautiful chicks, but Polly was far and away the pick of the litter. I knew that when the ten of us got together that night I would be heading straight for her with my arms open wide. And my legs, too.
The hours passed quickly until that night. I found out that the county fair would be here for a week altogether, and that in addition to the rock concerts and other things there would be a motorcycle stunt-riding exhibition, open to all comers, with a five hundred dollar first prize. I swore that I wouldn't leave here until that money was bulging in my pants pocket.
A carnival worker was going by, and I tapped him on the shoulder. "Who do I have to see to sign up for the cycle contest, buddy?" I wanted to know. He looked at me strangely for a couple of seconds, but then he gave me directions to the place where I could sign up.
I soon found out why he'd been looking at me that way. It turned out that they'd been having this contest for the last three years, and every year the prize had been won by a lady rider who called herself Daredevil Diana. Somebody showed me a picture of her in a tight leather motorcycle outfit and my jaw almost hit the floor. I wanted to meet that woman. Not only would we be doing battle on the race course, but if I played my cards right we might be meeting somewhere else too. Like maybe in that nice cozy cabin.
And I always play the perfect hand!
But now it was getting towards sunset, and I went back towards the bus and the trailer to meet the others. We got our stuff out of the two vehicles and carried them towards the cabin. Nobody said a word about what would be going on once we got inside it, but then again nobody had to. When five men and five women are all dying for a chance to fuck and lay one another, then words aren't necessary.
We got into the cabin and shut the door. Alfie placed a chair under the doorknob just in case anybody outside got any dumb ideas about spoiling all our fun for us.
I looked around the room. It was great, it had a fireplace and a stove and everything. It had ten beds, but I didn't think we'd be needing more than five. Maybe not even that many, as a matter of fact.
Marilyn was the first to take her clothes off, and she stood there before us, unveiled in all her naked glory. Nigel and Bert and Alfie seemed to be interested in those lopsided tits of hers, and I didn't blame them. I knew just how sweet those knockers could taste.
And then everybody was taking off their clothes at once, and throwing them into one huge pile in the middle of the bare floor of the room. The big heap of clothing would make a nice soft cushion for our amorous activities, and this way we would all be able to be together, something we wouldn't be able to accomplish if we did this in bed.
We had automatically formed ourselves into a circle, a ring of panting bodies eager for the delights that we knew were soon to follow. Slowly the circle began to close in upon itself, feeding itself upon its own flesh and body heat and lust. Each of us was looking hungrily at the beautiful naked body of the man or woman who was opposite to us, and I had seen to it that the girl who was directly opposite to me was none other than Polly.
"NOW!" somebody shouted, and the circle collapsed completely as each of us charged forward to choose our first mate for the evening's frolic. I went straight towards Polly, but at the last moment Turtle flashed out of nowhere and picked her for himself. That man had good taste in females. Well, I didn't worry; I knew that I'd be able to sample Polly's goods later on that night. Right now Alice was nearby, and I grabbed her and pulled her onto the heap of soft clothing.
I was down on the clothing now, down on it and ready for action, ready for heavy action with Alice, sweet Alice, the girl I still hadn't made passionate love to yet. Well, there's no time like the present.
I had hereby the waist, and I eagerly pulled her body closer to my own. I pushed her down onto the clothes, and that big beautiful butt of hers made an indentation in them. I had her by the legs now, and I spread them wide. Alice knew exactly what to do, and she was helping me.
I got a look at Alice's cunt, and a great cunt it was, completely ringed and rimmed by velvety soft pubic hair. My rock-hard cocker was standing straight out from my body, and in a moment our groins locked. A perfect fit.
And then I was all over her, making delightfully delicious love to her cunt and her clit and her tongue and her lips and both tits all at the same time. And Alice was doing the exact same thing to me. Her mouth and hands knew exactly what to do, and they were certainly doing it.
In a matter of moments we were both getting hot, hotter than we'd ever hoped we'd, be. In a simultaneous explosion of erotic delight we both burst into eruptions of delicious golden love-cream at the exact same moment. Once, twice, three times our bodies throbbed in syncopated rhythm as our flesh churned up and down with passionate vigor.
And then I was off Alice and reaching for Polly. But Polly had disappeared into the crowd somewhere, I could see Bert getting down on top of her. For a moment I thought of tapping him on the shoulder and saying "May I cut in?", but then I saw that Joy was right beside me and eager to get the ball rolling. I caught her in a flying tackle and started to do my stuff.
I had spread her legs and was all ready to get going when she stopped me. "No," she said in that rich Southern accent of hers. "Not in the twat. I want it up mah ayiss."
And then she rolled over, to reveal a gigantic, glorious behind, one of the best looking buns I'd seen in quite some time. I spread my own legs and locked Joy's beautiful buxom hips between my kneecaps. Then I spread her ass cheeks wide and slowly began to guide my cock through the beautiful pink rosebud that was there staring me in the face.
I heard Joy give a gasp of pleasure as I slid my meat into her and I knew why right away; a cock and a cunt feel good together, but an asshole is even tighter than a cunt is, and the tighter it is the better it feels for all parties concerned.
And all parties here felt just grand.
Well, Joy's ass was nice and tight, all right. I'd done assfucking before but somehow it had never seemed quite as enjoyable as the real thing. But there was something about this asshole of Joy's that made everything feel fantastic. I was glad that my cock had stopped knocking on the door of her cunt and had gone around to the servants' entrance.
Joy was moaning louder and faster as my huge wanger slid deeper and deeper into her canoodle. She was having her ass stretched deeper and wider than it had ever been stretched before, and I could tell that she loved it. The well-trained muscles of her behind were straining to take hold of my cock, to pull it deeper and deeper into the innermost depths of her bowels. I rammed my fuckstick into her right up to the hilt, and not even that was enough for her. She wanted my whole body, I could tell, she wanted to feel all of it pouring down into her flesh and stretching her apart in the agonized frenzy of lust. She wanted more and more of me all the time, and I was having the time of my life giving it to her.
Deeper went the dick, taking depth readings every five fathoms. Finally I could go no deeper, and I started pumping like mad, sending millions of kilowatts of crackling energy coursing through the young girl's frame, causing her to writhe and pulsate with the delicious throbbing thrill of being fucked up the ass by a man who knew what he was doing. And every bolt of sensuous dynamite that I was sending into her, she was sending right back into me, until the two of us were rising on an ever-mounting cloud of heat, of hot massaging steam heat. It was beautiful, beautiful.
And then I was creaming in Joy's ass, and I could have sworn that she was creaming right back at me. I'd ass fucked women before, but this was the first time I'd made a girl's ass cream. Well, this was the first time I'd felt that good doing it.
And now I was off of Joy and looking for fresh flesh for my meat, questing for new worlds of eroticism to conquer. And there, right before me, was beautiful Polly, but this time Nigel himself was on her. He looked about done though, and I suddenly knew that I couldn't wait any longer, that I had to have this woman and I had to have her now.
I feverishly went up to the writhing couple. To Nigel I said "Mind if I play through?" Without a word he leaped off of Polly and tackled Marilyn, and he'd spread her legs before her ass hit the floor. Now lovely Polly was mine, all mine.
I'd been waiting a long time for her, and I could tell that she'd been waiting for me too, waiting for me and wanting me, longing for me, lusting for me. I had her down in my strong grip, a grip made all the stronger by desire. She was my prisoner and she couldn't have escaped even if she'd wanted to. But I knew that she didn't want to.
And then I had her down and her legs were wide apart, waiting for the touch of my manhood between them. And our flesh met like two puzzle pieces that were created to lie side by side forever. Into her hole I went, and it was a beautiful hole indeed. I'd had some good ones but I knew right away that this was the best one yet; my organ slid into the velvety-smooth interior of her box and stayed there, clinging to its warm richness as though it wanted to dwell there forever.
And then our two bodies were throbbing as one, in perfect harmony, like one single lust-filled organism. It was a lovely feeling, and it was getting lovelier every minute. Faster and faster we worked to reach simultaneous orgasm, but the more we worked at it the more the work felt like play.
And it was play, a beautiful game of sport in which I was the hunter and she was the deer, and all the wide world were the spectators, looking on in wonder and delight as we had our way with each other's rippling flesh.
More of it, more of it. We were having each other's bodies for everything that both of us were worth, but not even that would be enough. There would never be enough, not if we had all the time in the world. So we had to do as much as we could right here and now, to make it last, to make it live on forever in our memories.
We would never forget it.
Oh, it was great, it was great, it was great and grand and glorious. And the more we did it, the better it felt, and the pressure was mounting to an ever-increasing pound pound pound pound pound throbbing pound that sent us writhing and twisting in the delicious throes of pure unadulterated sex. More of it, more of it, MORE OF IT!
And then there was a shout from somewhere, and our ten quivering, shivering, pulsating bodies slowly drew towards one another like ten beads of quicksilver. We metamorphosised into one huge globe of human flesh, until it was impossible for me to tell which girl was which, and I could no longer tell tit from clit or cunt from ass from mouth. But it didn't matter any more. It didn't matter. I fucked every hole in sight, and the holes thanked me for it, drinking up my love-juice greedily, sucking it up and begging for more, thirsting for more, knowing that there would never be enough to fill that bottomless pit of black slavering lust.
"Last dance of the evening!" roared Turtle, and we all fell apart to grab the nearest body and make love to it. I couldn't see who I had, and I still don't know to this day, but she was female and I was male and that was all that mattered to either of us. Harder and harder we went at it, grinding out our inhibitions and our hang-ups, living in the free-falling world of sex, beautiful sex. More of it, more of it.
And then there was one last shivering shudder of relief as we were finished, we were done, we were satiated.
But only for the night, only for that one night. There would be many other nights, and many other things to do in them.
Chapter Seven
The next morning we all woke up at once, as a symbol of the way we had lived in total harmony with each other the night before. We were almost all one person now, so much had we gotten to know each other.
So much had we shared.
We got up and got dressed, and the girls broke out some food and we cooked it and ate breakfast. There was some peremptory kissing and hugging and feeling on all sides, but none of us really got down on the floor and started fucking again. We wanted to be able to save all our strength for the coming night, for a night that would be even more enticing than the last one had been.
As soon as we were all washed and cleaned and fully dressed we got up and went outside. The county fair was going to start today, but there would still be several hours before the crowds got here.
As I passed the race course I suddenly remembered the motorcycle competition. And as I remembered it I remembered Daredevil Diana, who was supposed to be showing up here today. If she looked even half as fantastic as her picture that I'd seen I would be very, very glad to meet her. I could see myself now defeating her on the race course, forcing her to surrender to my superiority, and I could see her a few hours later, being forced once again to surrender, being forced once again to submit. I knew that the two of us were going to have two very interesting contests. One on motorcycles and one on the floor of the cabin. And in both contests, I knew which one of us would come out on top.
But the motorcycle contest wouldn't be starting for a while yet, so I went to help Nigel's rock group, Saint Elmo's Fire, get ready for their big performance tonight. I helped them set up wiring and lighting and amplifiers and acoustics and the whole works. I knew that if their performance was half as good tonight as it had been in the cabin the night before, they would all become superstars in no time at all. God knows they had what it took. Especially the girls. Especially Polly.
Finally we got all that over with, and I decided that the time was ripe to get practicing on my Honda. I opened the back of the Volkswagen bus and managed to pull out the big motorcycle. It felt great to sit astride it again and send it roaring into action across the parking lot and back towards the fair grounds.
I was ready for the competition.
As I rode off I passed a trailer truck with a huge Dayglo sign that read "DAREDEVIL DIANA!". It looked as though she had shown up at last. I pulled my chopper up outside the van to see if I could get a look at her but apparently she'd come and gone. By now she must be on the fair grounds.
I rode my wheels towards the racing track, and I could see that several other riders had shown up already. Obviously they all felt, like I did, that it wouldn't hurt to get in a little more practice. Unfortunately all the riders were male. Daredevil Diana wasn't in sight. There were a few other people milling about, mostly pit men and grease monkeys, also all male. There were one or two girls in sight, probably girlfriends of the riders. The girls looked above average, though not too much, and any other time I would have been glad to stop and watch them for a while. But not right now. Right now the only woman I was interested in was Daredevil Diana. But where the hell was she?
Well, she wasn't here, although I did here one or two of the other contestants talking about her. Mostly they were saying that it was a damned waste of time to enter this contest every year, because every year Diana walked away with the prize. It seemed that the only reason to enter at all was because there were always one or two groupie chicks hanging around wanting to get to know the big strong motorcyclists a little better.
The hell with groupies, I decided. I've entered this contest and I'm gonna win first prize. I'm also gonna walk away with the grand prize: one of the contestants. I guess I don't have to tell you which one. And after I'd had my fling with Daredevil Diana, then afterwards, if there were still any groupies left hanging around, and if they were halfway decent-looking, I'd consider doing them a favor or two.
I kicked my motorcycle out onto the course and started riding, wanting to get the feel of the track as soon as possible. It was a fairly easy layout: straightaways and banked curves and one or two flat turns. Kid stuff.
But there were also going to be some obstacles, and I didn't know how easily I'd be able to take these. Some of them were pretty dangerous indeed, and I remembered that when I'd signed up for this contest they'd made me sign a release that relieved the carnival owners from any responsibility in case I got killed or crippled.
I wasn't letting that stand in my way.
Well, I wasn't planning on getting hurt, I knew that. I wanted to roll through this whing-ding without a scratch, so that I'd really be able to do my stuff with Miss Diana, whether she wanted me to or not. And if she didn't want me to, then I sure as hell would make her want to.
I rode around, getting the feel of the banks and curves under the wheels of my Honda. I knew just when to turn, just when to pour on the speed and just when to take it off and how much. It was the obstacles that worried me.
The carnival ground crew hadn't put the obstacles up yet, but I could see them over to one side. There were a couple of wooden jump ramps, and a brick wall that I would have to go right up the side of if I wanted to live to tell about it. Also, there was one huge loop of race track that hadn't been put in yet. When we rode up that, we'd go right up in the air in a circle wrong way up. Hopefully we'd land right way down. This might prove to be a bigger challenge than I'd thought.
There was a shout behind me, and I could hear the roar of a cycle engine that somehow stood apart from the other engines. I could tell without turning to look who the owner of that motorcycle was. But I did look, because I wanted to see if she was as sexy as her photograph.
I was really counting on it.
There was a general movement of heads all around me as every man in the crowd turned to look at the rider who had just pulled up behind us. Needless to say, I turned to look too.
It was Daredevil Diana all right, but she was even better looking in real life than in the photograph. She was wearing a one-piece orange motorcycle outfit that caressed her curves like a second layer of skin. There was a long, thin gleam of silver that marked where the outfit unzipped. The trail of the zipper started directly underneath her hard, firm chin downwards through the big valley between her breasts across her smooth, flat stomach right down to the base of her crotch. The zipper was zipped right now, of course, but I wouldn't have minded seeing it unzipped. In fact, I wouldn't have minded being the one who got to unzip it.
The young woman who called herself Daredevil Diana had flaming hair that was at least three feet long, hanging all the way down her back and brushing against her gorgeous round ass, flapping back and forth in the wind as though wanting to spank her. On her enticing face she wore a huge pair of orange-tinted shades with round lenses, and from her hips to her feet she wore a pair of shiny leather hip boots that did their best to show off just how lovely her legs were. And in between her gorgeous, curvaceuos body was straining to burst out of the tight layer of fabric that bound it.
Every eye in the place was on this woman as she slowly dismounted from the motorcycle she was straddling and began to stride slowly and deliberately across the sports arena. With a sudden shock I realized that she was coming right at me! Naturally I felt pleased and complimented by this, but I couldn't help wondering why she had selected me rather than any of the dozen or so other guys.
She came right up to within two feet of me and started staring at me coolly through those huge shades she had on. Her eyes were blue and her glasses were orange and the two colors combined so that her eyes seemed to glow like two black coals from deep within her beautiful face. Without taking those eyes off me she took out a flat platinum cigarette case and took out a cigarette. She tamped it on the lid of the case and tucked the case back into wherever it came from. I fumbled for my lighter and held it out to her.
"Don't bother," she said, sounding faintly amused. Those two eyes were still riveted on mine as she took out a cigarette lighter that was even more expensive than the cigarette case had been. With one disdainful flick of her leather-gloved hand the lighter roared into life and she lit her cigarette, took a deep luxurious drag on it and blew the smoke into my face. I struggled slightly to keep from coughing and barely made it.
Finally she seemed to relax slightly, but only by about a tenth of a degree Fahrenheit. "You must be Roger Masterson," she announced. It was not a question, it was a statement. She wasn't asking me who I was, she was telling me.
'That's me," I admitted. "Who told you?"
She was more amused than before. "Really," she said with a trace of a laugh. "Nobody needs to tell me anything. I read your name off the entry sheet. All these other men were in the contest last year, so I quite naturally assumed that the extra name belonged to the extra man."
I had nothing to say to that, so she blew more smoke in my face.
"Every year," she went on slowly, "there's at least one new man entered in this contest, and every year there's at least one man who swears he's going to win this contest, and every year I win anyway." She blew the smoke again. "So if you have any pipe dreams of winning, you'd better just hop back on that little two horsepower scooter of yours and go back to where you came from."
I just kept on staring at her.
I began to see why she was acting like this. It seemed that Miss Daredevil Diana was of the lesbian persuasion, and naturally she thought that anything a man could do she could do better. Well, if she was a lesbian than that would just make my conquest of her flesh all the more delicious when the time came. Any guy can screw a chick and make her beg for more, but it takes a real man to fuck a lesbian and make her like it. Well, I knew that I was man enough for that job.
Finally I spoke. "Frankly, Miss Diana, you just may be in for a little surprise before this contest is over. You're not the only MAN here who can ride, you know." I stressed the word "Man" ever so faintly. She seemed to catch the reference, because she laughed slightly.
"Well, I must admit," she said at last, "that you seem to have more guts than any of these other pricks. But that's not saying very much, is it?" And then she turned away and walked back to her chopper, that delicious butt of hers swinging from side to side as she walked, taunting me, tantalizing me, tempting me, daring me to grab it and make love to it.
Now that I had a minute to think, I began to size up the rest of my competition. Not counting myself and Diana, there were six men in this race. Most of them were pushovers, fat old Saturday-afternoon cyclists with beer bellies, guys who spent one day a week cycling and the other six bragging about it. None of them would give me any competition at all. There were one or two guys who seemed to be expert riders, maybe even professional ones, but I noticed that all their choppers were either brand new or else five or six years old. I was the only one here whose cycle was just the right age; kept it in perfect condition, but I'd had it long enough that I'd broken it in, long enough that I knew exactly how to handle it. A new set of wheels doesn't ride that way. And when a cycle gets old enough, it doesn't ride at all. But my Honda was perfect.
The only one I really had to worry about, then, was Diana. Apparently she'd made a lot of money racing, which showed how good she was. Her cycle was a custom-made jet job, and I had no idea what it would be able to do. But I could tell one thing: it looked pretty fuckin' deadly.
I went back to the cabin where the others were, and sitting on the steps were Marilyn and Jenny. "Hi, lover boy," one of them called out. "Wanna fool around?"
I was really ready for anything.
"I'd love to," I replied, which was certainly true. "But I've gotta save my strength for the contest today. But afterwards we can have a nice big orgy like we did last night." All three of us smiled at the fond memory of what we'd done the night before. "And I've got an idea that when I show up for the orgy I may have brought a fresh twat for the fold."
"You mean Daredevil Diana," Jenny commented. Damnation! It sounded like this woman's reputation was spreading like wildfire. Now I had to see to it that not only did I beat her in the contest, but I beat her decisively.
I went into the cabin and got something to eat. Alfie and Bert were sitting at a table playing poker stark naked. Over in the corner Nigel, Joy and Turtle were sampling some marijuana which Turtle claimed he'd grown in a window box. Alice and Polly were gyrating to a rock and roll record, and I stopped to watch as their limbs, tits and asses heaved up and down to the pulsating beat of the music.
After I'd eaten I headed back towards the racing arena. Turtle came with me, still slightly under the influence of his Mexican Marlboros. He helped me get out my chopper and idle it up to the line with all the other contestants.
All the other contestants, that is, with one very notable exception. It looked as though Miss Daredevil was planning to show up at the last possible moment so as to make the grandest possible entrance. The more I thought about that dyke bitch the more I hated her, and the more I hated her the more I wanted to fuck her and show her which one of us was lord and master. Well, I knew the time would come for that. But first, I had me a race to win.
Coming up behind me I heard the muffled roar of a souped-up cycle, and I didn't even have to guess who was driving it. In the driving mirror on my handlebars I could see her chopper come bearing down on me, and I knew that she was waiting for me to pull to the side, to admit that I had less guts than she did. Well, I could play that game as well as she could, if not better. I held my ground, and about three inches away from my leg she swerved slightly, just enough to brush right by me without touching me, missing me by less than half an inch. I had to admire the expert way she was handling her wheels, but the fact remained that she had been the one to step aside, not me, and we both knew it. Score one point for me.
I was sure I would win it all.
By now all of us were in line and gunning our engines. I noticed that Diana's cycle was still very close to my own. Dangerously close, in fact. Was she planning to force me off the track? I couldn't tell what this chick had up those tight sleeves of hers, but I knew that it was sure to be something deadly.
One of the judges for the race came out now, and started, explaining the rules. Each rider was to complete as many laps of the track as possible, and go through every obstacle perfectly. The one who had gone the biggest distance by the time the race was over had won. As the judge said this I noticed that every man, woman and child in the crowd was looking at Diana. Obviously they expected her to win. One or two of the other contestants were looking at her the same way. Well, if they didn't expect to win then they sure as hell wouldn't win. I expected to win, and even if I lost I'd be giving Diana the fight of her life.
The referee stepped to one side now and the race was about to begin.
Turtle was still standing next to me. "You'd better get off the track," I told him. "Unless maybe you enjoy getting run over."
"Later, man," he said, still in a foggy haze from all the weed he'd been smoking. "I'm too busy looking at this boss chick who's sitting next to you. Jeez, what I'd give to fuck her."
"I'd like to screw her too," I hissed through my teeth. "But neither one of us may get a chance to. She happens to be a dyke."
"I could tell that right off the bat," Turtle mumbled. "I ain't no babe in the woods, y' know."
"You'll be a dead duck if you don't get off the track," I told him. Several people were looking at us, wondering why Turtle was still standing there. Diana wasn't looking at us, but I could tell that she'd been listening to every word, and she looked as though it was all she could do to keep from laughing.
Slowly Turtle stumbled away from me and came towards Diana. "Hey, baby," he said to her, "is it true that you're a lezzie? I got a thing about fuckin' lezzies. They taste better than regglar chicks."
"Get off the track, you bastard," she barked at him. Turtle looked surprised for a moment, but then he stumbled away. Diana turned to look at me in triumph. "I notice I could get rid of him and you couldn't," she announced. I hated this bitch more than ever now. Before this day was over I'd have her butt on the concrete and she'd be begging for my meat.
Now that Turtle had finally gotten off the track, it was time for the race to begin. The referee stepped forward again.
"On your marks..."
Slowly the engines began to come to life.
"Get set..."
The hum of the motors grew to a feverish whine.
"GO!" And then I was off and running, and I could feel the hot throb of the metal juggernaut between my legs as I raced down the track. With one eye I saw that Diana was driving her chopper at an angle, so that it was gradually coming closer and closer to mine. Was she trying to force me off the track?
I didn't have time to answer that, because looming up in front of us was that brick wall I'd noticed before. I drove up to within three feet of it, and then suddenly snapped my handlebars straight up in the air. I was pleased to see that I had been the first one to reach the wall.
A second rider eased ahead of Diana by scant inches, but he'd been so busy trying to pass her that he didn't have space to clear the wall. He smacked right into it, and his cycle shot up into flames. Instantly a road crew came out to help him and get the wreckage of his chopper off the track. The man would be okay, but it would be months before he'd get on a motorcycle again.
My wheels were up in the air and I was soaring almost straight upwards. So was Diana, but I was a foot ahead of her, and I figured I'd hit the ground a few seconds sooner. But suddenly I felt a thump as my rear wheel scraped against the top of the wall. I fought desperately to hit the ground upright, but by the time I did so Diana had cleared the wall perfectly and was way ahead of me.
I poured on the speed, eager to make up for lost time. By now another cyclist had been unable to clear the wall, and one more had accidentally driven off the road completely. Now there were only five of us; Diana and I and three other guys.
Up ahead was a jump ramp. Normally jumps are kid stuff, but this one was deadly, because it was only a few feet beyond the brick wall and I still hadn't had time to recover completely. I roared up it easily enough, and brought my weight down hard on the rear wheel. I landed heavily, but perfectly. So had Diana. I was coming closer to her but she was still ahead of me. Then, I was in the air in a perfect circle and back down again. To ride that I'd have to go upside down in the air. The trick was harder than it looked, but I knew I could handle it. Except that Diana was right in front of me, and I didn't know if the Loop could hold two cycles at once. I knew that if I pulled back slightly I'd have a much better chance of surviving, but I'd have almost no chance of winning. And I'd come here to win.
The trick to taking the Loop was to go through it as fast as possible. You couldn't take it slowly, you had to go fast. I put on the speed until I was right behind Diana's rear wheel, and that big beautiful leather-clad ass of hers was staring me right in the face.
Our two motorcycles were moving now like one solid unit, but Diana was the one in front. Somehow I had to pull ahead of her, but the Loop was so narrow that I wouldn't be able to pass her as long as I was on it, unless I wanted to fall off.
Fall off! That was it! That was how I could do it! And now we were both zooming skywards, slowly turning until we were going straight up, and then we were riding upside down. Diana zoomed ahead until she was coming to the very peak of the Loop, and I could hear the crowd gasping. They'd never seen two riders this close together on the Loop before, and they knew that it was sheer suicide.
Now Diana had passed the top of the Loop, and was hurtling downwards again. This was my chance.
Suddenly I lashed out with both feet, bringing them up hard against the track. I felt myself shooting into the air, off the track completely. I had fallen from the highest point of the Loop and was heading for the ground. If I wanted to live to tell about this I'd have to land right side up. I whipped my body through the air, struggling to turn.
If I didn't turn, I would never live to have a chance to fuck that beautiful Diana.
Chapter Eight
At the very last moment I did turn, and it was the most beautiful orgasm in the world to feel the firm track under my wheels again. A roar of delight swelled up from the stands as they saw what I had done.
And I was even more delighted when I saw that now I was AHEAD of Diana, ahead of her by a good three feet. And in the mirror on my handlebars I could see her gritting her teeth in determination. Well, I'd show this dyke bitch that men could beat women any day.
By now one more rider had left the race, and there were only two besides Diana and myself. And one of them was coming dangerously close. I suddenly realized that it would be a hell of a trip if, after all this, Diana and I both lost to some other guy. Well, I wasn't about to let that happen.
We hit a couple more jump ramps, and ahead of us was the starting line, which meant that we were about to complete our first lap of the track. But before we could cross that line we'd have to hit a squeeze track, a section of track that was so narrow only one cycle could cross it at a time. I decided that I would be the one to cross it first.
But Diana had made the same decision, and as we roared up a banked curve I saw that she was coming up beside me. And then we were neck and neck, both bearing down on that track like twin bullets. But I was a little bit closer.
And then my motor started making noises, and I knew that something had gone wrong with it, it was about to conk out. But even if I lost this race I was determined to cross the white line ahead of Diana.
One more rider, the one farthest behind, had fallen over and quit the race, and now it was between me, Diana and the third man. The rattling in my engine was getting louder and louder, and I knew that I'd really have to fight to get over that line.
And then I was horrified to see that slowly, inexorably, Diana was pulling up in front of me! She stuck her tongue out at me as she went by, and now there was no chance of me getting onto the squeeze track ahead of her. I knew that I had lost the race.
Suddenly the roaring of my malfunctioning engine rose to a crescendo, and then there was an explosion, and I expected to find myself flying into the air and being spread all over the planet. But then I saw that it was not my motor that had exploded, but Diana's! She tumbled off the side of the track, unhurt but cursing a mile a minute, and I rode past her to be the first to complete a lap. She was out of the race.
With only myself and one other guy in the race now, End result was a foregone conclusion. He didn't bother to even try to catch up with me as I rode on and on to complete lap after lap. I could take my time now, because I knew that I had won.
I had won the prize. But I wouldn't be happy until I had won the woman.
When time was called I stopped my cycle and went up to the reviewing stand, where I received the prize money and a shitty trophy, which I figured I could hock somewhere for six or seven bucks. The crowd poured in to congratulate me, but I shook them off and started walking back towards the cabin. But I heard a voice behind me.
"Mister Masterson."
I turned to see Daredevil Diana. I expected her to come up to me but she stood her ground.
"You were good," she said. "Better than I thought you'd be. You're the best man I've ever seen on a track."
"Thanks, baby," I told her. "But I'm even better on a mattress. Care to try me out some time?"
"Sorry," she said. "I prefer the company of my own sex." And then she turned and walked away. I turned to go back to the cabin, and there was Turtle.
He grinned. "Ain't fucked her yet, huh?"
"No, I haven't. But give me time." The two of us walked in silence for a while, and then I spoke again."'That fuckin' chick is really one good rider. Better than I am. I hate to admit it, but she deserved to win. It was a miracle that she didn't."
Turtle laughed. "It wasn't a miracle. It was good old Turtle."
That surprised me. "What do you mean?"
"Well," he said, "yuh remember when I was on the track talkin' to you, an' everybody was screamin' fer me to get off? And then I walked away an' started talkin' to Diana? Yuh remember that?"
"Go on," I prompted him.
"Well," he went on, "I just happened to notice a little wire stickin' out of her engine. An' while she was cursin' me out I kind a bent down to scratch my ankle, an' when I bent down I kinda accidentally got my finger stuck in the wire, an' when I stood up I kinda accidentally snapped the wire. Accidentally, yuh understand."
So he was the cause of my success.
Good old Turtle.
By now the two of us were at the cabin door, and we went inside. Alice and Marilyn were there, but Nigel and his rock group weren't. I remembered that they had a concert to give.
Seeing we had come in, the two chicks came towards us. 'The others won't be back until tonight," Alice said. "So we've got this place all to ourselves for three hours. Now what can we do for three hours?"
"Play cards?"
"Watch TV?"
"Jerk off?"
"I've got a better idea. Why don't we FUCK?"
"Now why didn't I think of that?"
I grabbed Alice, and Turtle was tackling Marilyn. In a moment the four of us were down on the floor in a heap. I pinned Alice's firm white shoulders back as though we were wrestlers, and I straddled her and sat on top of her as I hurried to undo my fly. Out popped my cocker, ready for action. It felt good to have Alice's warm body beneath me and between my legs.
She was wearing sheer panty hose and I dug my fingers into it and tore it right off her body. All that motorcycle riding had gotten me hot and ready for action, and I wanted to take it out on this woman who lay before me, ready to submit to my will. I tore the flimsy nylon from her flesh, and then I snatched two handfuls of her brightly colored skirt and tugged it off her hips, down her body and off her completely. Once again she had no panties on, and I saw her ass and cunt and clit standing naked and unashamed before me, ready and eager to do my bidding.
I grabbed her by the ankles and spread her legs apart. By this time my donger was standing straight out from my body, hot and ready for action. The longer it had to wait the bigger it got, and the bigger it got the harder it got. Now it felt as though it were trying to leap out of my body and into hers.
I spread her legs wider, spread them until I could see the wrinkles of the flesh where her legs joined onto her torso. And then I was on top of her, and my granite shaft slid into her, burrowing downward like some sex-starved animal, going farther down with every passing moment against my flesh. I felt the hard round cones of her tits digging into my huge chest, and I felt a tingling sensation as my own small nipples began to stand upright in delight. It is not commonly known that the nipples of the male are as erogenously inclined as those of the female, but Alice had known it, for now she bent her head to kiss one of them lovingly, and I answered in kind, placing my mouth firmly against the peak of one of her twin Everests and stimulating it into erection.
And while all this was going on I felt the slowly spreading feeling of warmth as my organ swelled and grew within her flesh, getting bigger and harder and hotter all the time. And the bigger I got within her the tighter her flesh hugged my own, and it felt better and better all the time, all the time, all the time.
I was riding her now as though she were a motorcycle and I had another race to win, and my stick shift went into high gear as our twin engines hummed and throbbed with ever-gathering speed.
And now I was pumping, pumping up and down in the saddle, and every thrust of my lance was the cause of a fresh torrent of erotic delight that poured over me and overwhelmed me, drowning me in it. I was creaming, and Alice was creaming, and the world seemed brighter and more beautiful than it had in months, maybe even years. Everything was great, wonderful, marvelous.
I felt myself giving one last lurching shudder as I sent my life-liquid streaming into Alice's waiting crevice, and that was beautiful too.
Alice had been great, and now I was ready for Marilyn, and Turtle was ready for Alice, and we all knew that Round Two would be even better than what had gone before.
From somewhere Turtle produced a reefer, and he lit it up and took a deep, deep drag on it, passing it to me. "Here, man," he breathed ecstatically. 'Try it this way."
I'd never done it with a girl stoned before, because it seemed to me that the effects of the pot would take away from the feeling of having the girl, and vice versa. I figured they'd cancel each other out.
But then, suddenly, I knew that Turtle was right, and I took the herb-filled cylinder of twisted paper and thrust it between my lips. Slowly, almost timidly I took three hard, long drags on the reefer. That felt good. That felt damned good. But a woman would feel even better.
I came towards Marilyn now, naked Marilyn who was lying in bed waiting for my embraces, my caresses. I came to touch her, and it was like plunging into an ocean of delight, an ocean of soft warm water that caressed me and kissed me and made love to me. And far off in the clear green water I could see Marilyn coming towards me, and I saw that she had become a mermaid, the most beautiful mermaid in the world. And then I saw that I had become a merman, and with one powerful stroke of my mighty tail I lunged towards her through the water so that we might meet and sink slowly into the depths of a sea of delight.
And as we touched I found that I was now a knight, a knight in gleaming golden armour, riding forth to claim the Lady Marilyn. And I found that the white horse I was riding was also Marilyn, and it felt good to have her flesh beneath me as my strong armoured legs straddled her flanks. And then my white lance thrust again and again to send a torrent of pleasure tumbling forth on top of me.
And then I was a skier, zooming down a mountain of snow-white flesh at the speed of lightning, hurtling downwards towards Marilyn below. And I fell into a bank of soft white snow, and it tumbled bouncing jouncing pouncing over me and under me and onto me, and Marilyn was there beside me, and we rocked and whirled and danced in an ecstasy of love. Oh, it was beautiful, and I wished that it would never stop.
And then I was at the controls of a mighty spaceship, sending its long phallic nose thrusting into the heavens, zooming along at eighty parsecs a minute, and I felt the surge of power thundering through my entire body and growing stronger, ever stronger.
And then a door opened in the galaxy of stars before me, and I saw Polly come in, and Joy, and Jenny, and I was glad to see them in their identical miniskirts and boots and ruffled blouses. And then Nigel and Alfie and Bert were there too, and I was glad to see them. And then Marilyn and Alice and even Turtle were standing right before me, drifting naked in space, beckoning me to come with them and dance through the heavens.
I wanted to join them.
And then my spaceship exploded in a frenzy of passion, and I was drifting in space. But I knew that the inky star-speckled blackness was good, and warm, and loving, and I tore off my space suit to float naked and passionate, between the stars with my other friends, all naked and all eager to begin the dance of life. And then we were all floating about weightless in space, and it was marvelous, and I was surrounded by Polly and Jenny and Alice and Joy and Marilyn all at the same time, and it was fantastic, and we soared through the limitless reaches of outer space at the speed of light.
And then a planet was before us, a beautiful green planet like a jewel in the heavens, and we were falling towards it, and it was a delicious feeling.
And then we were all in bed together, Polly and Jenny and Alice and Joy and Marilyn, with me right in the middle, and I was fucking all of them at once, and they were begging me for more, pleading with me not to leave them until at long last they were satisfied. Oh, it was great, it was great, it was great.
And then I could see clearly, and all the girls and I and all the men were lying in one huge heap of beautiful flesh, and next to me was Turtle, passing me the reefer once again.
"Well," he said, "how does it feel to do it when you're stoned?"
I didn't answer, but he understood by the smile on my face, and he knew that no answer was needed.
Finally we put our clothes on and started to cook some supper and drink some beer. It turned out that, even though the county fair would be here for several days, Nigel's rock group had only been doing a one-night stand. Tomorrow they' would be on the road again, searching for a new place to go, a new town to see, a new life to live. They asked us if we wanted to come with them.
It would be good to be on the road again, to have the road under my wheels. I felt uncomfortable staying in one place for too long. It had been very interesting working at the girls' school only a few days ago, but I had been there for almost a week, and even when I'd been in bed with Felicia and Cynthia and Melanie and beautiful beautiful Stella I had had an irrepressible urge to move on, to find a new place to go, a new fortune to seek.
I decided that I wanted to go with these others on their quest for new excitement and adventure. I wouldn't be happy until I had left this town far, far behind me.
But before I left it there was still one thing I had to do. I had to find Diana, and I had to make her love me. The road could wait, right now I had to have Diana.
Polly was looking at me, waiting for me to answer. "Please, Roger," she was telling me. "Do say that you'll come with us. It wouldn't be the same without you."
The others were looking at me too, all waiting for the answer that they hoped would be "Yes."
"Later," I heard myself saying. "I've got something to do. I'll tell you later."
I got up and started walking towards the door, but before I got to it I was running, and then flying, and I was out of it and racing back towards the sports arena.
A man was standing there, a short fat bald fellow with glasses and a clipboard. I ran up to him and grabbed him by the lapels. "Where is she?" I gasped.
He didn't seem to hear, so I shouted louder. "Where is she? Where's Diana? Where's Daredevil Diana?" I shook him harder and harder, waiting for him to reply.
At last he gasped out an answer: "Miss Diana left an hour ago. No forwarding address."
My guts exploded. I let go of the man, and he fell down in the mud, but I didn't care. It was starting to drizzle, and little puddles were forming all around me as I ran for the cabin, ran back to the cabin where I'd parked my motorcycle.
The cabin door burst open and I saw the girls standing there, and they were shouting something to me, but I couldn't hear it. The only thing I wanted to hear now was Diana's voice telling me how much she longed for my body. I ran past them and vaulted onto my chopper, kicking it into life as I did so. A burst of lightning ripped the sky apart, and I was sopping wet, but I didn't notice. My wheels were pointed round and heading for the highway, heading for the road down which Diana had gone.
Chapter Nine
I roared down the midway of the fair grounds, zooming through puddles of rainwater and splitting them wide apart as I hit them. Beyond me was the entrance to the carnival, and beyond that the highway. My engine throbbed and pulsated as I shot towards the gate, praying that I would not be too late, that I would find her in time to make her love me.
I smashed through the gate, and now I was onto the highway, the boundless limitless ribbon of asphalt that touched the horizon in two directions. But which way should I go? In the distance, to the left, I thought I saw a cloud that looked like Diana beckoning to me to come forth, and I turned my handlebars and roared off to meet her.
There was not a car in sight, which was good. I poured on the speed, sending my Honda rushing forward faster and faster, searching for a van with a Dayglo sign that said "DAREDEVIL DIANA." And in that van would be the woman I had to possess.
It was raining harder now, and beneath the low rumble of the thunder I heard another rumble, lower but more ominous. It was the protesting motor beneath me, and I remembered that when I defeated Diana on the race course my engine had been making distressing noises. Those noises were getting louder now, and I did not know if I would be able to make the engine last, if it would live long enough to carry me to the woman I loved.
I roared past a billboard, and from behind it came another motorcycle. For one brief fleeting second of delight I thought that I had found Diana at last, and that we were both racing down the race track again towards the erotic delights that lay beyond. But then I saw that the motorcycle was being driven by a policeman, and he was shouting something to me about a speed limit. I lashed out with one foot and the cop was sprawling in the mud on the highway. And then I realized that I was on the road too, and the cop was on top of me, and I was pushing him off and I saw my motorcycle and I leaped back onto it and then I realized that I was driving the cop's motorcycle but I didn't care because I was on my way to see DianaDianaDiana.
And then far off ahead of me I could see a speck on the road, and I couldn't tell if it was the van or a motorcycle or a car or a hitchhiker or what. But I knew that it was something moving, and I rushed to intercept it, and all the time it was raining harder and harder.
The speck was getting bigger, and I could see that it was a van, the van I was looking for. I could see the sign on the side that meant I had found the woman I seeked. And then as I roared closer to meet it I saw that the sign said "KELCEY'S BEANS", and it was the wrong truck and I cursed and I kept on driving and it kept on raining harder and harder and harder.
And then all of a sudden there was a big bump in the road that jumped out and attacked me, and I was flying through the air cursing and screaming and crying all at once, and I hit the shoulder of the road and landed in the mud and I was rolling down into the grass and I could see the frogs leaping to get out of my way as I fell past them and landed in the water.
I felt no pain.
I stood up with effort and tried to drain the muddy water from my soaking wet clothes. But it was raining harder than ever and I knew that I wouldn't get any drier this way. I climbed up off the river bank and back onto the road, and every step of the way my boots made an unpleasant squishing sound as I walked.
I climbed back onto the road. Lying there staring at me angrily was the cop's motorcycle that I'd stolen. Its guts had been twisted and torn out and it was bleeding its fuel supply all over the road. I knew that I had to get away from that motorcycle, or what was left of it, as fast as possible, before the cops showed up and got me busted.
I had lost my motorcycle, and I had lost my friends, and I had lost Diana. I would never have the chance to make love to her, to make her submit to my advances. The only things I had left were the dirty wet clothes on my back and the prize money in my wallet, which was probably soaking wet and rotting to bits this very minute.
I stood on the yellow line in the center of the road and started walking down it. 1 didn't know if I was walking back towards the fair grounds and the cop who was waiting to arrest me or if I was walking away from them all. I didn't know and I didn't care.
The rain had let up a little, but that didn't matter much at this point, because by now I was as wet as I ever could be.
Up ahead of me, in the haze that always forms after a country rain, I could see a building with a big flashing sign out front. After a while I realized that it was a motel. By now I was tired and I needed a place to flop, and I would have gone in there whether it was a motel or a hotel or a bordello or a gay bar. I just needed some place to lie down and stop living.
I'd won the race, but I'd lost Diana. So in the long run, she had won after all. She had won and I had lost. Now I felt as though I was disappearing, evaporating bit by bit. First my prick, and then the rest of me, dissolving in the rain.
But still I kept walking towards that motel, walking like an automaton, like a robot who can do only what he has been programmed to do. I had no other purpose in life than to walk towards that motel, simply because there was nothing else I could possibly do, except fall down in the road and die.
And then I was coming into the motel parking lot, and stumbling around between the cars and trucks and motorcycles, bouncing back and forth like a ball in a pinball machine, until finally with one last cry of anguish I fell down under the wheels of a truck with grey sidesand black tires and a Dayglo sign that said "DAREDEVIL DIANA".
Diana!
I stood up, and my head blew up as it smashed against the chassis of the truck. There was blood in my mouth but I stood up and was staggering across the parking lot towards the entrance to the motel, towards Diana, towards the woman I hungered for.
The door to the motel was right before me, and I came through it and then I was in the lobby, and I saw people staring at me as I stood in the middle of the carpet and shouted "Where is she?...Where is she?" I sounded like some brutal jungle beast calling for his mate.
People were coming towards me, but I didn't want them. All I wanted was Diana. "Where is she?" I ranted, in ever-mounting fury.
"He's drunk," muttered somebody. "Call the police." And then people were picking me up and carrying me off someplace.
"I'm not drunk!" I ranted. "I want Diana!
Where is she? WHERE IS SHE?" And then a door was opening and I was flying through the air and sprawling in the mud again, sprawling in the mud in the middle of the motel parking lot.
I got up and ran. I'd come this far, I wasn't going to be stopped at the threshold of my desires.
To one side of the front of the building was a huge tree, and I managed to climb up it and get onto the second floor of the building. It was one of those examples of modern architecture where every floor has an edge of cement sticking outwards. I managed to stand on this ledge and leap up to the next one, catching it with both hands and pulling myself onto it with effort. I had no idea which floor Diana was on or which room she was in, but I knew that I'd keep looking until I found her.
I climbed up onto the fourth story, and then the fifth. It was an eight-story building, and it was getting harder and harder to climb up to the next floor each time. When I leaped up to grab the sill of the fifth floor one hand missed it completely, and for an instant I hung there by the fingers of one hand, and then I fell down towards the ground and there was a pain in my spine as I fell onto the ledge I'd just left. Groaning painfully, I managed to stand up and jump again, and this time I caught the sill, but just barely.
Everything was slippery from the rain.
Next came the sixth floor, and I had to leap several times but I still couldn't jump high enough to catch it. On the third leap I fell heavily back down onto the sill below, and I screamed in anguish as I felt my heels go over the edge and I was falling through space.
But I managed to regain my balance at the very last moment, and I sank to my knees and leaned against the side of the building five stories up, moaning and sobbing in pain.
Slowly I got to my feet and leaped one more time at that sixth floor sill, and this time I made it. I clambered onto it and jumped for the seventh, and when at last I had it I sank gratefully onto it and lay spreadeagled, gasping for breath.
Now that I'd rested a little I realized what was going on. I was on the seventh floor of an eight-floor building, and I had no idea at all what room Diana had. The odds were that I'd passed her already. I would have to go back down and check every floor, a room at a time, probably getting arrested for being a Peeping Tom. Already I'd kicked a policeman and stolen his motorcycle, and the manager of the motel had probably called the cops to tell them about the drunk who'd fallen into his lobby. If somebody in one of these rooms saw me and had me reported as a Peeping Tom then I'd really get my ass handed to me. But if I could just get one last look at Diana I knew that I could take on all the policemen in the world.
I knew that I ought to go back downwards and check every room, but as long as I'd climbed up to the seventh floor I might as well take that last jump to the eighth. So I tried, but it took several leaps before I finally felt the concrete between my hands, and with throbbing fingers I managed to pull myself up onto the last, final ledge.
I stood up, breathing harder than I ever had in my life. If I fucked Diana right now I'd probably have a heart attack. But it would be worth it. I looked around. There were five bedrooms on this side of the eighth floor of the motel, and God knew how many on the other sides. I staggered towards the first room and looked in. A man and a woman were in there screwing, and doing a very bad job of it. I was tempted to bang on the window and wave to them, but they made such a disgusting sight that I couldn't stand looking at them, so I lurched towards the next room.
Instead of a man and a woman trying and failing to fuck, I saw something in the second room even more disgusting: two queers doing the same thing. My, my, my. I groaned with pain as my aching body begged me to lie down and die on the spot, and I managed to pull myself towards the next window.
I was anxious to see the next one.
In the first room I'd seen a man doing it to a woman. In the second room I'd seen a man doing it to a man. I couldn't even imagine what I would see in the third room.
What I saw turned out to be absolutely nothing. The curtains were drawn, which was dumb because when you've got a bedroom on the eighth floor who's going to come looking in the window? Me, of course. Through the crack where the curtains joined I could see darkness, and if I listened closely I could hear two voices giggling and making incoherent sounds. I couldn't tell whether the voices were two men or two women or one of each or maybe even Martians but I could tell that neither one was Diana and that was all that mattered. I staggered on towards the fourth room.
The fourth room had a family in it, a father and a mother and a bunch of dumb-looking kids. None of them were looking at me except for one fat ugly little boy who looked like he was a pig wearing overalls. The kid saw me and started jumping up and down and screaming, but by the time his parents turned to see what he was yelling at I was gone. I hoped the kid would tell his parents about what he'd seen and they'd beat his ass off for being such a liar.
Now I was coming to the fifth room. It was the last room on this side of the eighth floor, and if Diana wasn't in it I would either have to climb down to the seventh floor or else figuring out some way of climbing around the side of the building without falling off.
The fifth room had the curtains open, but I couldn't see into the room very well because the lights were out and it was dark in there. I remembered that when I'd gone into the motel lobby I'd passed a VACANCY sign, and realized that this room, and probably some of the other rooms, were unoccupied.
Now I was stymied. There was no way I could climb around to the back of the motel without going down to the ground and around the building and up all over again, and there wasn't any way I could climb down this side because by now I was so hot and tired that if I tried to climb down to the seventh floor I'd just miss it and keep on going. So I was stuck like a fuckin' cat in a tree.
And what was worse, I'd lost Diana.
Then I had an idea: maybe I could break into this unoccupied room somehow and sneak back downstairs to the lobby. From there I might be able to find out what room Diana was in, even though I knew the motel manager would probably shoot me on sight.
The idea might work.
I pushed against the window slightly to see if it would open. It did. I pushed more, but somehow the window was stuck, and I saw that the edge of it was caught on a chair back that was up against the window inside the room. I managed to squeeze my arm through the partially opened window and get the chair out of the way. It made a scraping noise as it slid across the floor, but I knew that there was no one to hear it.
The chair was out of the way, and I managed to ease the window open and climb into the darkened room. I shut the window and leaned against it for a second to rest.
In the distance, far, far off I could hear water running.
I got away from the window and started walking across the room towards the door when I saw something that caught my eye. On a chair near the door was a leather glove, a woman's leather glove just like the ones Diana had been wearing. Diana had been in this room! She might be coming back any minute!
I could hear the water running louder now, and I realized that Diana was in the bathroom adjoining the room. I came towards it, and from the other side of the bathroom door I could hear Diana's voice as she hummed to herself. I had found her at last!
In my eagerness I stepped forward and banged my foot on the edge of the bed. I let out a howl of pain and a curse, and I heard a hissing sound as the water was turned off in the bathroom.
"Who's there?" said a voice. Diana's voice.
I didn't answer. Slowly the doorknob turned, and then slowly the door opened. Because Diana had been in the bathroom I figured she'd been taking a bath, and she would be naked, but then she was standing there and I saw that she was exactly the same as she'd been when I'd last seen her, except that she'd taken off her gloves and her orange sunglasses. But she still had on that tight one-piece suit with the zipper down the front, and the leather hip boots.
Diana was standing there, and I was standing there, and she was so beautiful, and I was so dirty and ugly and I wanted to rape her.
"It's you," she said.
"Get out," she said.
I stumbled towards her. "Diana," I mumbled through lips that were thick and swollen. "I want you. I followed you all the way here from the fair grounds. The police are after me. I lost my motorcycle. I lost everything I had. I almost killed myself trying to find you. I want you. I want your body. I want your flesh. I want your cunt. I want you."
"Get out," she said again, and then when she saw I wasn't going to obey she went towards the telephone. "Operator, give me the police."
"No!" I lunged forward and snatched the phone, tore it out of the wall with one savage swipe of my hand. Now Diana and I were alone in the room.
"Lay me," I said to her. She thought I was mad! "You're crazy," she replied. "Now get out of my way."
"Lay me or I'll have to rape you," I told her, coming closer. "You lesbians are all alike," I went on angrily. "You all think you're such hot shit. You all think that you can make love to a woman as well as a man. Well, you're wrong. And I'm going to teach you you're wrong. I'm going to rape you."
She was backing away, and I knew that she was trying to reach the door. "Don't run away," I told her. "Come here. Come here and get raped."
"NO!" she turned and bolted towards the door. But then I had her by the waist and I was dragging her, kicking and screaming and cursing back towards the bed.
I pushed her down on top of it and held her down with one arm. With the other hand I tried to snatch that zipper that was going all the way down her body, but it was hard to grab it because she was struggling so much.
'That's why I'm a dyke, you bastard," she spat at me. "Because all you men ever think about is sex. I don't want men. I want women. Women are nice, and gentle, and they care about each other. All men care about is sex."
"What else is there?" I said. "And now I had that zipper, and I was sliding it down, sliding it down between those big glorious tits of hers and down to her twat below. I pushed her cycling suit from her body as though I were unpeeling an orange, tugged it off her to reveal her bra and panties underneath. I yanked the bra from her chest with one stroke, and she cried out as the straps dug into her skin and then broke. Then I tugged off her panties too, and now she was naked save for those two leather hip boots. But they weren't hiding what I was after, so I let her keep them.
My pants were open now, and she was cursing me as I pulled out my cock, telling me that she wasn't interested in my meat or any other man's. But then she saw how big and huge and hard and swollen my meat was, and she hesitated for a moment, just long enough for me to grab her thighs and yank them apart like a wishbone.
She screamed, but I rammed my mouth down on top of hers to shut her up, and as I did so I thrust my quivering organ into her reluctant captive flesh. I started pumping, and I felt her body recoiling from mine, trying to regurgitate the huge organ that was violating her flesh, but I was inside her by now and she couldn't stop me.
I had my arms around her as I fucked her harder and harder, and my mouth was on hers, and our tongues touched, and I felt her tongue trying to get away from mine, but gradually I forced it to accept me, and then she found herself against her will tonguing me, and I was tonguing her in return.
And as I was screwing her I felt her hard, obstinate flesh slowly soften, slowly give way, slowly submit.
"Oh, God," she moaned, as I felt my organ grow big within her. "I never had a man who could do that to me. That's why I switched to women. But you're good. You're fuckin' good."
"Do you want me?" I breathed, pressing downwards to kiss her nipples, to tease them into erectness.
"No," she said. "I don't want you or any other man. Let me go and leave me alone."
But she was more calm, now.
But still I kept on pumping, forcing her to give in, forcing her to submit.
"Oh, please," she begged of me. "Don't do this. It feels so strange. I don't want it."
"It feels GOOD, baby, and you know it," I told her. "You know you want it but you won't admit it."
"I don't want it," she said, as I tongued her nipples into bright red erections. "It feels strange."
I pumped harder then, and harder, and soon I could feel myself getting more excited, and then I was creaming, creaming into her hole, and when she felt that red-hot torrent of passion the dam broke.
"Oh, yes!" she hollered. "I was wrong! I want it! Give it to me, because I want it. I want it! I WANT IT!"
I pumped harder.
Chapter Ten
Afterwards, we lay there and rested. As I stretched out on the soft mattress I couldn't help looking at Diana's naked body, that beautiful body that I had first desired, and then hunted for, and then eventually conquered.
Finally she spoke. "Where do you go from here?" she asked, and I could tell that there was still a hint of longing in her voice.
I laughed. "Who can tell? My motorcycle's gone, and Nigel and Turtle and the chicks have probably hit the road again by now, so I've probably seen them for the last time. All I have left is these dirty clothes, a pocket full of prize money...and you."
She kissed me.
'There are plenty of other motorcycle contests," she murmured seductively. "You can buy another set of wheels and we'll both enter them. And I get a lot of bookings for stunt-driving exhibitions. Next month I'm going to be a warm-up act for the Evel Knievel show."
"Baby," I told her, "you can warm me up anytime."
I stood up impatiently. 'The hell with lying here! I don't feel right unless I've got a road under my wheels or a woman under my flesh. I've got to get a new motorcycle and go somewhere else...any where. The cops are after me. Twelve hours from now I wanna be over the state line."
Diana stood up too, and embraced me with her beautiful long arms. "And I'll come with you, of course, Roger. Before you came along I wasn't interested in men. Now all I ever want is one man...you, Roger."
I kissed her again, then watched as she put her clothes on. I loved the way that one-piece outfit of hers held onto her body for dear life.
I could imagine the fun we would have if I got inside that outfit with her.
Finally we both went out of the room and down to the motel lobby. I saw the desk clerk stare at me very oddly as we walked out the door and towards the parking lot. The poor schmuck couldn't figure out how I'd managed to sneak back into the building after he'd thrown me out. Well, he'd never learn how I did it unless I told him. And even if I told the guy he wouldn't believe it.
We went over to Diana's van. She pulled a bunch of keys from somewhere or other and unlocked the back of the truck. Inside were two beautiful, customized motorcycles: the one Diana had used in the race and another one I'd never seen before.
'Take your choice," she told me. "We've got a lot of movin' ahead of us, and we'll go faster if we both have cycles."
"You keep the one I saw you on before," I said with a smile. "It wouldn't be right for anyone else to ride it." I pulled the waterlogged bundle of bills out of my pocket and handed some to her. "Here," I said. 'This is to pay for my new motorcycle. And also to pay for the engine damage to your other one." "My OTHER one?" Her mouth dropped open, and then she started to laugh. "You know, in the middle of that race we had, when my engine blew up, I THOUGHT someone had been messing with it. Was that you?"
"Of course not," I replied, which was true. "But I know who did do it."
Good old Turtle. I wondered if I'd ever see him again. I sure wanted to. I also wanted to see Nigel and Bert and Alfie one last time. But the people I really wanted to meet again were Alice and Marilyn and Joy and Polly and Jenny and Felicia and Cynthia.
And, of course, big beautiful Stella Hunnicutt. Where was she now? After that night with Scar and Cyclops I wondered if she could ever love a man the same way she had before. I wanted to meet her again, and all the other beautiful chicks in my life too.
But none of them, not a single one of them, was as important to me or as desirable as the voluptuous creature named Daredevil Diana, the woman I had sought and caught and fought and tamed. The woman who belonged to no man was now mine and mine alone. I owned her body and soul.
The two of us maneuvered my new motorcycle out of the back of the van and onto the road.
"The gas tank is almost full, darling," Diana told me. 'Try it and see how it is."
I straddled the huge metal machine and started it up. There was a loud roar, one of the most beautiful sounds on earth, and I shut my eyes and sat back contentedly as I felt the huge hard handlebars in my hands and the heavy engine throbbing between my legs.
'The sun is coming out now," Diana told me. "Let's get going. You hit the road, go wherever you want to. It's all up to you."
"But what about you?" I asked.
She smiled. "I'll be right behind you, Roger. From now on, no matter what happens, I'll always be right behind you..,or under you."
I kissed her once more, and it was one of the longest, most pleasurable kisses I'd ever had. Then I straddled the huge cycle and roared off down the highway.
A moment later Diana closed the back of her van, climbed into the driver's seat, and went after me. I could tell, without even bothering to look in the rear-view mirror, that she would be following me wherever I went, whatever I did. Whenever I wanted her, she would be right there to obey me.
It was a great feeling just knowing that.
A moment later I shifted into second, and as I did so I noticed that there was a horn attached to the handlebars. I honked it twice, and from behind me came an answering honk, like a mating call between two creatures who would love each other forever.
With any luck at all, I told myself, we'll both be over the state line in a couple of hours. And then we'll keep on riding until we find a motel.
I smiled at that, and then I shifted into third. We'll find a nice motel and we'll get a room for the night. A room with a bed.
