I guess me and Melba attract a lot of attention wherever we go, her black and me white, and both of us on motorcycles no less. People just aren't used to seeing chicks riding down the highway on big bikes, 'specially when we're different colors. Lots of guys ride by us with their tongues hanging out-it always makes me giggle and feel real sexy.
Melba's pretty tall with a slim, elegant figure. Her legs are long and shapely; her ass and breasts are a trifle small, and nice and firm and saucy. Very appealing. Her face is quite beautiful and is framed nicely by her short Afro-style haircut. When I look at her, I always wish I could look as ladylike as she does.
I'm tall, just like her, and my legs are nice and long. They are somewhat fleshier than hers though, and they are a light cream color instead of her tawny brown. My hips and boobs are a little more filled out too. My hair is light blonde and hangs straight down my back, just about to my ass. When we wear our hotpants, riding, I guess we almost cause a few accidents on the road. So it was no surprise tonight when we pulled into the state park to camp, that those two good-lookers from the next site came over to keep us company around our campfire. We had just set up the tent and were finishing supper when they showed up with a bottle of wine. We had a box of marshmallows, so we sat around roasting them on sticks and drinking the wine. We had a real nice time with them-they were bikers just like us, touring around the country and looking for adventure. The one sitting next to Melba told us his name was Rick. He was very sexy, with thick black hair and a mustache-his skin was white. The one next to me said his name was David. He turned me on the first minute I laid eyes on him. He had light brown hair, fairly long, so he had to push it behind his ears. His face was clean-shaven and rugged looking, like a real outdoorsman. He had broad muscular shoulders and arms.
He sat close to me the whole time we were toasting our marshmallows, rubbing shoulders everytime either of us moved towards the fire. The feel of his smooth strong body gave me a thrill each time I touched it. I felt my cunt start to ache pleasurably, and I was dying to go in the tent with him, to feel his hands all over my willing body.
Melba and Rick were really getting it on too. They kept touching each other and looking at each other with insinuating eyes. After a while they got up and wandered off in the direction of the guys' campsite. I had a feeling they were going into the tent.
I glanced at the tent behind us and then looked back at David. He took me tenderly in his arms and kissed me. It was a long, deep kiss, with his tongue flicking wetly across my pliant lips and then exploring the dark recesses beyond. I responded with my tongue, darting it sensuously past his teeth and lips. My heart was pounding violently in my chest. I pushed my swelling bosom against his chest.
Then he looked at me very sincerely, but I could see the lust blazing in his eyes. "I want you now," he said huskily. "But I don't believe in rape. You tell me to go and I'll go right now. But you tell me yes, like I think you will, and I'll ravage your tight little cunt 'til you scream for mercy!" He placed a hand on my breast and squeezed my tit. I moaned.
I leaned over and touched his ear, dipping my fleshy wedge erotically around his sensitive earlobe. Then I whispered back to him, "If anyone gets raped here, it's going to be you!" I looked at the tent. "Shall we go in?" I asked suggestively.
He stood up and then scooped me up in his powerful arms. In three long strides we were inside the tent. It's quite large-big enough to stand up in. I felt like some ancient princess being carried off by the invading tribes. Still holding me, he covered my neck and face with kisses, sending thrills racing up and down my spine.
The floor of the tent was lined with mine and Melba's sleeping bags and air mattresses, so it was comfortably soft. He placed me down authoritatively and lay beside me, exploring the curves of my body with his inquisitive hands. I returned his caresses with my own, letting my hands wander over his massive chest, feeling his smooth muscles through the soft flannel shirt he was wearing.
We lay side by side. Our lips joined in a hot kiss, our tongues struggling against each other, our saliva mixing and spilling out of our mouths. With our hands we each explored and caressed the other. I trembled as I felt his fingers sliding softly over the fleshy mounds of my breasts. They rested on my hardened tits, then pinched and poked at them.
I spread my thighs slightly and lay there on my back. He leaned over my body and began undressing me, starting by unbuttoning the thin shirt I was wearing. It was undone in a few seconds and he peeled it away from me, revealing the soft white mounds with their darkened nipples.
"Ooohhhhh," he muttered passionately. "Oh, Sandy, you're delicious." He passed his large hands over my nakedness and I thrilled at the touch of his flesh on my bare breasts. He reached down and unzipped my jeans. Hurriedly he tugged at them, trying to get them off, but they are tight on me, so they come off slowly. I lifted my hips up and helped pull them off. I wore no panties underneath, a fact that really turned him on. "Uunnhhhhhh!" he grunted at the sudden sight of my naked pussy, so available to him. I kicked off my sneakers and lay there, completely nude, my white body glowing in the soft light provided by the lantern outside.
I could see the gigantic bulge of his tool straining under the tight material of his pants. I smoothed my hand over it and he shivered with pleasure. Quickly he unbuttoned his own shirt and yanked it off. I admired his powerful-looking chest with its small patches of curly brown hair. Then he unzipped his jeans and pulled them down off his hips and over his legs and feet. He kicked off his shoes and knelt before me, naked to my sight. He was beautiful.
Without warning he threw himself upon me. He buried his head in the deep cleft between my breasts, then kissed it softly, tenderly. Then his mouth found my tit and sucked on its swollen hardness. I arched my back sharply to cram more of my flesh into his mouth.
"Ahhhhnnnnhhhhhh!" I gasped. "Suck my tit! Lick it, suck it!" I moaned passionately. He caught the hard nipple between the rough edges of his teeth and gently bit the wrinkled skin, while his tongue flicked lightly over the tip of it. I sucked my breath in hard with the incredible pleasure of it.
Our bodies were straining together on the floor of the tent. I could feel his smooth, hard cock rubbing across the creamy white skin of my thighs. I reached down and cupped his hairy balls in my small hands. Softly I squeezed them, rolling the twin sacs against each other. He groaned and sucked on my tits with renewed ardor.
There was a light sheen on my creamy breasts from his saliva. Looking down the length of his torso, I could see his pale ass pumping up and down. His cock was fucking my hands; my left hand softly caressed the wrinkled pouches of his balls while my right massaged the thick erect shaft which was now throbbing hotly in my fingers. Teasingly I ran my fingertips up and down the smooth sides, tangling them in the wiry hairs at the base and lingering on the coral-tipped bulb at the top. Every once in a while I would hit a sensitive spot and David would gasp while his dick twitched erratically.
His strong hands were around my waist while he sucked my tits. Then he moved them slowly down until they rested under my buttocks; his agile fingers kneaded the fleshy cheeks. His fingertips were working their way towards the tiny pucker of my asshole and I started to slowly squirm with pleasure. I could feel the old familiar fires in my womb start to flame up and a growing warmth spread through my vitals.
With his hands still holding my asscheeks, he drew his tongue slowly around the outside edges of my nipples and then started a slow descent to my belly. I groaned in fervent anticipation and my thighs started to open as if of their own accord. That tiny pink organ slithered wetly from his mouth to place provocative little jabs all over the sensitive flesh of my lower stomach, right about my vee of light brown pussy hair. Each lick was like a tiny shock, and my whole body started quivering from the sheer pleasure of it. The nerve endings in my cunt were being jolted awake and they were hungry for the touch of this new man's tongue on them. My legs were still sliding slowly open. The inner lips of my cunt had been sticking wetly together and now I felt them slowly peeling apart. The hidden grooves felt the sudden breath of cool air on them and it stimulated them to a higher pitch of excitement.
His hands moved down to caress the delicate flesh at the very top and insides of my parted thighs. They teased all around my downy cuntlips like elusive feathers. My clit throbbed and swelled and I could feel the blood pounding hotly in it. Juice started gushing from the slit leading to my deep inner channel.
"Ohhhh!" I moaned. "Put your fingers-touch my pussy! See how wet I am for you. Touch me, touch my cunt!" I was already deep in the throes of passion.
David drummed his fingertips softly on my aching clit, and I let out a long low moan. He inserted his finger about a half an inch into my cunt and wiggled it. Its small hardness poked at my wakening nerve endings like a relentless probe-I imagined a tiny black snake wriggling crazily inside my dark tunnel. My legs thrashed and my body shuddered with desire.
He caught my turgid love button between thumb and forefinger. He was rolling it around and lavishing my thick sexual lubrication all over it. Then he stretched a finger up and poked at my tight anal hole.
At this threefold assault on my private parts he took complete command of my body. An incredible wave of pure lust overwhelmed me and I surrendered to it, willingly, gladly. I became suddenly aware of the smell of musk wafting up from my dripping snatch-it was a powerful aphrodisiac to my senses.
He had a clear view of my pink wet slit and the red throbbing nub of my clitoris. Interestedly, he watched himself fingering my pussy. He grinned at me, licked his lips slowly, and then flicked his tongue in the air as it pointed at my dripping pussy. I hunched my hips up to meet it; at the same time he pulled it teasingly away and vibrated his finger in my convulsing tunnel, pushing it up another inch or so. Another massive shiver passed through me, leaving me absolutely unable to resist his caresses. Not that I wanted to anyway, but now I no longer had any choice. He was turning me into putty in his hands.
My body took on its own rhythm under his manipulation, as though my pussy was a control panel that he was very skillful at using. I grew lightheaded and it seemed that things were spinning around me. I fantasized that I was flying through space and that he was riding me, controlling my movements like a rider controls his horse. I let my consciousness slip into vivid awareness of the sensations David was giving me.
He pulled himself up on his knees and positioned himself between my naked thighs. His long fingers stroked the delicate flesh of my legs, near my squirming twat. He leaned his head close to me and blew softly on my exposed pussy. The cool breath touched my aching, dripping private parts, soothing the intense burning sensations there.
Pulling my thighs wider apart, David leaned closer and blew right on my pulsating cunthole. He was right up next to it and I knew he could plainly see my quivering vaginal flesh pulsing inwards towards the wet darkness of my empty womb. His tongue flickered out again, teasingly, and I gasped.
"Oh, yes! Lick my pussy, suck it. It wants you!" I whispered.
He answered by dabbing that wet pink organ into my slopping hole and then slithering it all over my reddened pussy groves.
"Oooooooonnnnnnnnhhhhhhh!" I moaned, exhaling deeply all the air in my lungs. My clit was bathed in my sticky juices and it was pounding with new-found lust. The tip of his tongue found it and tickled it, darting quickly this way and that until I was in a frenzy of desire. His attacks came from all sides so I never knew where the next pleasurable sensation was coming from.
He plowed further, exploring my sensitive inner labia with his stiffened tongue-tip, running it up and down the smooth furrows. His lips brushed my downy cunthairs and his teeth nipped at my erect love bud every time it passed.
I was oozing gobs of cuntjuice from my sluicing hole. He scooped it up and lathered it over the rest of my inflamed tissues, spreading it thickly over all the wrinkled grooves. My pussy was on fire and I was writhing and thrashing on the floor of the tent.
Then, gently, he closed his soft lips over my throbbing love bud and started sucking on it. The feeling was incredible! He nibbled on the swollen organ, sometimes giving it little bites with his teeth. It almost hurt-just enough to give me extreme pleasure.
Suddenly he stabbed his tongue up into the slick quivering walls of my cuntal passageway. It felt like a tiny cock, teasing, drilling its way up the drenched inner tissues. My hips bucked and rocked under this new assault; I could see my breasts jiggling as the rest of my body danced spasmodically. I ground my cunt into his face. He was eating my pussy, his tongue lapping out my juice like a bear after honey, his lips sucking steadily on my pulsating clit.
His hands reached up and pinched both of my erect tits. Sparks flew down my belly and my head went into a swoon. I closed my legs around David's head, grinding my slushy cunthole onto the hard wedge of his tongue, trying to drive it up further into my aching cuntal void.
"Oh!" I grunted. "You're so good. Fuck me, honey. Fuck me long and hard. I'm yours, take me, take my body!"
"Mmmmmmmm," he groaned into my pussy. The vibrations from his deep voice hummed erotically through my loins. I saw his prick give a sudden lurch at my words, as if he had been waiting for an invitation to fuck me. In a daze, I watched the purplish bulbous head of his cock, pounding with desire. His was one of the biggest prongs I had ever seen. The shaft started out narrow at the base, surrounded by his curly pubic hair, and widened and thickened all the way up to the head, glistening now with a few drops of clear pre-seminal fluid. I licked my parched lips and closed my eyes. I imagined feeling his cock in my mouth, salty, smooth, hard, veined. I made sucking motions with my cheeks, playing along with my fantasy.
Then David lifted his face away from my steaming snatch. He moved up on his knees until his cockhead was positioned directly onto the outermost folds of my pussy lips. I felt the blood-engorged tip pressing heavily on my joy gates, and I writhed and thrashed, trying to draw it into me. He placed his hands on each side of me to brace his weight over my body. His cockhead pressed itself into my cunt. Slowly, unbearably slowly, he eased himself up into me like a ship easing into its berth. I felt his fiery shaft pass through my inner flesh like a hot knife through butter. In a few seconds I was searingly filled with at least eight inches worth of erect cockflesh. I felt stuffed right up to the tip of my womb.
Then slowly he pulled his length out. My cuntal walls collapsed forlornly against each other as his thickness passed by; again I was an aching void. He slid backwards until the tip of his dick rested against my slimy inner lips. Again he shoved into me, this time a little harder. He slid through my channel easily, reaching an even higher point in my womb. Then he slid back out, slowly, rhythmically.
In and out he fucked me in this manner until my body was riding the rhythm of his strokes. I was so wet he had no trouble passing in and out. Back and forth he stroked his cock slamming into me like a sword being rammed to the hilt, and then sliding out, coiled and ready to strike again. In and out... in and out... in... out... in... out-IN-OUT-IN-OUT! Soon he was pumping at me, hell-bent to prick the deepest part of my vitals. I was totally submissive as he slipped powerfully in and out of me. His strong fingers gripped my firm buttocks and he lifted my ass higher so my cunt could meet his thrusts better.
His pelvic muscles pounded into my swollen clit, further heightening the intense pleasure I was receiving. I ground myself back against him, my cunt gripping firmly at his invading organ.
I could feel the orgasm start to grow in my belly like a sensual bubble. His ramming cock poked at it mercilessly, threatening to burst it, but all the time making it swell more and more. I was agonizingly torn between wanting it to go on forever and wanting it to burst into a thousand pieces.
His prick ripped shatteringly into my insides, a hard shaft of flesh drenched in my love-honey. I felt myself almost reaching the edge of orgasm-and then I felt a slight shift in his balls that signaled that he was about to shoot. He hiked his ass up a little higher as though to get a better position to shoot from. Up, up, and up he thrust himself into my quaking loins. Harder and harder he probed my womb, pricking that balloon to the breaking point.
"I'm coming... oh, Christ, I'm commmmmiinnnnggg-gggg!" I wailed as it flooded over me, a wave of sheer carnal pleasure like a shower of sparks bursting into fireworks as it spread through my cunt.
"Uuunnnnnnhhhhhhh!" he grunted as the load from his balls shot up his fiery shaft and jetted into my cervical chamber, bathing the clutching walls with milky spunk. I could feel the warm liquid streaming into my womb. My cuntwalls gripped his prong like a velvet hand, coaxing, squeezing, milking the come out of him. He thrust hard into me, urging my intense orgasm to even greater heights than I ever believed possible. He rode me out, like a jockey on his mare to the finish line. Together we sailed over it, our bodies locked in tight embrace.
"Ooooonnnnnhhhhh!" I cried as a second orgasm washed over me. I impaled myself on his still-hard prick, ramming my cunt and clit hard against him until it felt like my skin would split wide open.
I came two more times before I was finally spent. I fell back into my sleeping bag with a satisfied sigh, and he collapsed on top of me with a happy groan, when our love-making was finally through. We fell asleep snuggled together in the warmth of my sleeping bag.
Before the sun came up we made love two more times. Each time was as good as the first, and when it came time to say goodbye to each other the next day, it was with happy bellies that we did so. Then a deep and peaceful sleep came over me, filled with sweet and sexy dreams.
CHAPTER TWO
I was awakened the next morning by Melba popping her head into the tent. She obviously had spent the night with Rick, over at their campsite.
"Get up, sleepyhead," she called to me affectionately. "We got to get cracking if we're going to make New Orleans by tonight."
She was right, but that didn't make getting up any easier. David was still next to me in the sleeping bag, snug and warm. Our lovemaking had gone on so far into the night that neither of us had gotten much sleep. I hated the thought of leaving him too, but we had planned to be in New Orleans in time for Mardis Gras. Melba had a date to meet her old lover there, and he would have a friend for me. He was a jazz musician and would know all the right places to take us in that swinging town. It would probably be the only place we would stay for more than one night. We had made a pact before we left on this trip that we would stay no longer than one night anywhere. We were on the lookout for men, and we wanted to meet and experience as many as we could. It was always a shame to leave someone like David, but new adventures called us, and we were more than willing to answer.
So, grumbling good naturedly, I kissed David goodbye and kicked him out of the tent. He wasn't too upset about it, since his and Rick's philosophy was about the same as ours. He wished us good luck, and we parted friends.
Quickly we broke our camp, packed up our motorcycles, and were on our way. We were still in Alabama so we had a ways to go before we reached that famed old port city. I was very excited about going to New Orleans-it was one of those places I had always wanted to go. The French Quarter, with all its jazz joints and girly shows held a great attraction for me.
The hours passed quickly as we covered the flat highway, maintaining an even speed. We made a few stops along the way for meals, and finally hit the outskirts of the city just as it was getting dark. It was pretty quiet in the streets, but it got noisier and noisier the closer we got to the hub of the city. Finally we reached the French Quarter. We parked our bikes on its border and threaded our way through the amazing crowds, looking for a tiny street named Rue St. Peter, just off Bourbon Street.
The streets were thick with bodies, thronging loudly, drinking, singing, kissing, yelling-it was wild. Mardis Gras had obviously begun! Neon signs advertising topless dancers and nude shows glared at us and music blared from every doorway in a cacophony of celebration.
It was an incredibly sexy sensation. I was continually rubbing bodies with stranger after stranger-men, women, some it was hard to tell, of all types and colors. College boys with their beers in one hand would take the opportunity to feel my breasts with the other. I jiggled my tits into their youthful grasping fingers. It gave me a thrill. I felt men's hard-ons pushing into my ass when they squeezed by me. Women's soft bosoms pressed against mine, giving me a strangely erotic sensation.
Finally we found the place we were looking for. It was Melba's friend's place, a lovely old building with a small inner courtyard. She rang the bell, and in a few moments the iron gate was swung open by one of the most gorgeous black men I have ever seen. Skin like chocolate candy and a build like Fred Williamson.
"Line!" cried Melba and hugged him excitedly. My tongue was hanging out. He wrapped his arms around her dainty waist and gave her a kiss. He held her tightly to him and pressed his mouth onto hers. She responded passionately and they remained locked in embrace for a long time. Finally they broke away.
"Oh Line," said Melba, a little embarrassed that she had forgotten me. "This is my good friend Sandy. Sandy- Line."
Line held out his strong arms to me. "Welcome to New Orleans," he said, with all the charm a Southern man can have. I hugged him and held up my lips for a kiss. He placed his soft lips over mine and shot his tongue quickly into my mouth. I practically melted right there in his arms, but I maintained my composure as best I could. I knew that he and Melba would be doing a "thing" together while we were here, and I didn't want to move in on her man. I'll tell you though, it was a big sacrifice. He had my blood pumping a mile a minute. I was praying that the man he had gotten for me was half as sexy as he was.
I needn't have worried. Line led us up two flights of stairs and showed us into his apartment. It was a quaint two-bedroom flat, lavishly decorated in the old French style. Sitting on the couch in the living room was another amazingly sexy man, this one with blond hair. He had piercing blue eyes, full sensuous lips, and a build even better than Line's.
He seemed to like me too, because his eyes followed me into the room, roving intimately over my body. "My name is Roger," he purred smoothly. "You must be Sandra."
"Uh, yes-yes it is," I stammered. "I mean I am... " I said haltingly. I felt very foolish, as my mind did not seem to be working right. It was concentrating too hard on checking out his well-shaped body. I stared at his crotch where I could see the thick outline of his manly dick. He motioned for me to sit next to him on the sofa. Eagerly I obeyed him. I'm not a small woman, but I felt tiny next to his huge form. I liked the feeling-it made me feel very submissive and protected. After being out on the road, and then pushing through the crowds on the street, it was nice to be safe next to a man.
Line and Melba sat close together on the opposite couch and the four of us made small talk for a while. They asked us about our trip, and how we liked New Orleans so far. The noise from the revelers below drifted up to where we were. I remembered the thrill of the crowds pressing against me and answered that I liked it very much. I knew Melba was happy to be here too, from the bright flush of her tawny cheeks. She was snuggling close to Line and holding his arm.
Roger put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to him. Then he kissed me full on the mouth, sucking gently on my lips and sliding his wet tongue in and out with quick darting motions. I responded passionately, my tongue exploring the inner recesses of his mouth. Then he pulled back and smiled at me, clucking me affectionately on the nose with his finger.
"We're going to get along just fine, aren't we, Sandy?" he whispered.
I smiled back at him. He had me going from that kiss, but at least I wasn't stuttering anymore. I was turned on and I felt that I could turn him on too. I certainly was going to try. "I think we're going to be great friends," I answered him. Then I kissed him, a hard and demanding kiss, with my lips locked against his, my tongue caressing every inch of his open mouth-his teeth, tongue, lips, roof, cheeks. He started breathing heavily and returned my kiss with equal fervor. He drew me tightly to him; his hands on my back felt strong enough to crush me in one blow.
I saw that Melba and Line were also kissing on the other couch. She was moaning as his tongue shot past her lips. She touched his cock, thick and hard through the shiny material of his trousers. He was feeling her breasts with both hands, cupping and squeezing them with delight. They were both writhing and straining against each other on the sofa, trying to fit their bodies together. Then they quietly got up, and Line led Melba into one of the bedrooms. Roger and I were alone.
He drew my attention back to him by kissing me all over my face and neck, nibbling on the sensitive flesh. I could feel his hot moist breath on my ear, then the quick stab of his tongue on the fleshy lobes. I pressed myself against him, mashing my swollen boobs into his massive chest. He held me close-I could feel the blood pounding in his body. My hand crept down and seized the hardened flesh of his cock. It almost jumped through the material which imprisoned it, hardening still, frantic for the touch of my cool hands on it. Roger groaned and arched his hips, grinding his turgid organ harder into my caressing fingers. He grabbed my tits and pinched them hard. I gasped with pleasure. My nipples were erect and throbbing, sliding erotically against the soft cotton of my blouse. His touch was warm through the cloth, his fingers insistent as he gripped my breasts.
"I want you, Sandy," he murmured. "I want to take you, possess you, fuck you!"
His cock leaped to full erection then, straining violently against the material which held it in. It was thick and hard and throbbed hotly in my hands. I felt his balls, heavy with come, bulging and swelling at the base of his cockshaft.
I unzipped his fly and discovered with delight that he wore no underwear. His curly blond pubic hair stuck up through the opening like a soft bedding for his surging rod. I got the zipper down all the way and then watched the pink head of his dick pop out. His pants were opened in a vee, as though framing proudly his pulsing flesh. I dipped my fingers in and plucked him out like a treasure. I saw a little drop of clear fluid appear from the tiny slit at the head of his cock. I touched it with my forefinger, then spread it wetly over the dully glistening flesh. I dug way in and found his hairy balls and cupped them with one hand. With the other hand I frigged up and down the length of his shaft, my fingers wrapped tightly around his circular thickness.
"I'm going to suck your cock," I whispered into his ear-hole. "Would you like that?"
"Oh yes," he breathed excitedly, hunching his pelvis high into my stroking hands. "Suck me baby, suck my cock!"
I slid to the floor in front of him and knelt between his outspread thighs. I gripped his pants and drew them down over his ass so that his prong and hanging balls were more accessible to me. I leaned over his crotch and let my lovely blonde hair dangle teasingly onto his engorged tool. He gasped deeply and held his breath as though trying to hold on to the titillating sensation. Lightly I stroked the hard firmness of his belly, letting my fingers drift slightly near their target-his throbbing tool. I kissed his belly, drawing my tongue wetly over the trail my fingers had just taken, stopping just short of the pink flesh of his manhood. He squirmed and gasped, aching pleasurably for the feel of my mouth on his fiery shaft. I enjoyed teasing him this way and I know he enjoyed it, too.
I licked my red lips and held them hovering over the blunt tip of his dick. I blew softly, letting my warm moist breath do the work my mouth and tongue would soon be doing.
He reached down and grasped my breasts, squeezing the puckered nipples in encouragement. "Uhhhhhh," I moaned, and let my tongue descend onto the tip of his cock, now hammering fiercely with blood.
"Oonnnhhhhhhhhhhh!" he groaned at the sudden touch of my wet pink organ on him. His slit oozed another drop of liquid. I licked it off with the tip of my curved tongue. He groaned again and slid his fingers sensuously over my ripened tits and breasts. My tongue tenuously circled his red throbbing cockhead, then swirled lightly down over the smooth veined sides of his gigantic fuckpole. My saliva left shiny trails where my tongue had been, as though marking a path for return. It slithered down to the wrinkled pouches of his balls, dangling heavily between his hairy thighs. I sucked on the twin sacs, one at a time, until Roger was practically screaming with pleasure.
My own cunt was pretty aroused, and I would have given a lot to feel his huge prong deep inside me. But I was getting a different kind of pleasure from sucking him off, that was just as good as being fucked. It was extremely erotic to me that he was groaning and gasping under my expert manipulation. I felt very powerful and yet very submissive at the same time. It was a strange but sexy feeling.
My mouth closed over his turgid rod. "Uunnnhhhhhhhh!" he grunted, feeling my lips press firmly and wetly over all sides of him. I slid them up and down over his prickhead, sucking and licking him with my tongue. It whirled and swirled up and down his throbbing length, filling him with intense sensations of pleasure. My lips formed a tight O around the ridge of his glans and then slid down to the very base of his jutting shaft, taking the entire length of his cock in my mouth. I felt his huge prick ramming the length of my throat, battering against the innermost walls of my mouth.
Slow and deep, sensuously up and down... up and down I sucked him. My teeth grazed the end as it slid in and out, filling him with amazing delight, His cockhead tickled my tonsils as it slide into the depths of my throat.
He laced his fingers through my hair, grasping it tightly to get a grip on my head. He shoved my mouth down onto his shaft hard, forcing even more of it into my throat. He followed the rhythm I had set, slowly pushing my head onto his cock. Then he forced it a little faster as his pleasure began to grow. His hips pumped upwards, shoving his dick higher into the oral cavern that was caressing it. Soon it was all I could do to keep up with him, so intensely was he fucking my mouth. My tongue undulated around his thick column while my inner cheeks strained to wrap themselves tightly around his slick sides.
My head was bobbing up and down and my hair was flopping softly on his thighs and crotch. It felt like my eyes were bulging out of my head each time his blunted prickhead bounced onto the far surface of my throat. It rammed into my mouth and I sucked with my cheeks and teased with my tongue as it pulled out. Roger was groaning with delight.
I could hear sounds coming from the bedroom where Line and Melba had gone. The springs on the bed in there were creaking rhythmically, and obviously they were fucking. I imagined Melba's slender body spread-eagled on the bed with Line's gigantic form on top of her. His dick must be huge too, I thought. I've got to give it a try before we leave. I'd have to talk to Melba about it and see if she minded me balling with her man.
But back to the present. I had enough cock to handle for a while, with Roger powerfully humping in and out of my mouth. I cupped his balls in my fingers and held on to the thick base of his shaft, keeping it in place for my tongue. He grunted and gripped my head more firmly and urged me to go faster, suck harder. I swallowed more and more of his huge length, sometimes feeling like I would gag. He began to swivel his hips, screwing his thick pole further and further in. I kept sucking, lavishing my tongue expertly all around his pistoning rod.
"Aaannnnhhhhhhh," he moaned in anguished pleasure. I knew he was near the breaking point-he was hunching his hips recklessly and shoving my head desperately onto his prong. I was aroused as hell, both with sucking off Roger and with hearing Melba and Line fucking in the next room. My pussy was afire and it made me suck all the more wantonly on his engorged tool. I was bringing him closer and closer to the brink, sucking faster and faster, licking more and more until he could hold back no more.
"Yes, ahhhhhhh, YES!" cried Roger as the dam burst in his balls and his come flooded through the passageway of his steaming cock like liquid fireworks. I could feel his shaft pumping the bittersweet spunk into my throat, the sides pounding hotly with blood and lust. The milky gism spurted warmly onto my throat and I swallowed again and again, eager to possess every drop of the liquid.
"Uunnhhhhhhh," he breathed softly, leaning back against the soft couch and relaxing his grip on my head. His body was still, except for his cock which was spewing the last few drops of come into my throat. I sucked them and swallowed them down, licking his now-flaccid prick clean like a mother cat cleaning her kitty. Finally I let it out of my mouth and collapsed tiredly against the sofa. My jaw muscles were tired, but I felt happy. Roger still had his eyes closed and he was sitting there with a satisfied smile on his face. The bedroom was silent, and I figured Melba and Line must have come, though I was too involved in blowing Roger to notice any sound.
Everything was quiet in the apartment. I became aware once more of the sounds in the street-the rowdy crowds and music makers. My cunt still throbbing, I listened curiously to it. It had grown dark since Melba and I had arrived, and I was ready to join the Mardis Gras for a while.
Roger seemed to read my thoughts. "Sounds like they're having fun," he said. He reached for me and pulled me up next to him on the sofa. He kissed my lips and then said, "I think anyone who did such a good sucking off job on me deserves to be taken out to dinner. Like Creole food?"
I beamed happily back at him. "It was my pleasure," I said, "but I'll still take you up on dinner. You know the restaurants, so you can be the leader. I'll follow."
"It's a deal," he answered. Then he pulled his pants back up and did the zipper. Except for the fact that I had just sucked him off, he was the same man I had met just a half an hour earlier. Then I felt like a complete stranger. Now I felt comfortable, like old friends or old lovers. My pussy wanted his cock, but I decided to wait. I knew it would be that much better if I had to wait for it for a while. But after dinner...
We snuggled together on the sofa and waited for Line and Melba to come out so we could all go to dinner together. Finally they emerged, looking quite satisfied, and we all set out for the streets together.
CHAPTER THREE
Festivities were at their height there. Roger knew a good Creole-type restaurant, he said, so we were trying to thread our way there. People on balconies were throwing confetti down on the crowd, and we laughed gaily as it settled on our heads and shoulders. Other pressed beers into our hands and urged us to drink. A bunch of hippies walked by, staring in wonderment around them as though they were stoned on acid or something. The sounds of drums and jazz clarinets snaked their way through closed doors of music parlors. A group of partyers was dancing in a circle and they grabbed us as we walked by and formed their circle around us. With arms linked they chanted songs. We got into the mood and danced around wildly, giving them a good show. They loved it, and whooped and wailed like Indians at a rain dance. The whole thing was so thrilling to me-my heart was beating wildly and my face was flushed with excitement.
There were bodies everywhere-men's muscular bodies and women's soft ones. It was like group sex. I wondered what would happen if everyone took their clothes off and started fucking right there on the street. It would be a wilder scene than it already was.
Finally we found the place we were looking for. It too was crowded, but it was a lot calmer than outside. We sat and had cocktails while we waited for our table. Finally the hostess, dressed in a very low-cut dress, came to tell us our table was ready. She led us to it. I couldn't help but notice how Line and Roger stared at her pert behind as they followed her. I wasn't jealous though-I intended to stare at many a male behind myself. There was no reason for any of us to tie each other down. We were all there to enjoy ourselves, not to ruin our time with silly rules.
In fact, that was pretty much my philosophy in life, and Melba's too. We had decided to live freely, doing what we wanted, without hurting anyone. It had worked out well too. We had been travelling like this for some time now, and we were getting along great with each other, and having a grand time wherever we went. I had wondered if I would get tired of cock, having a different one almost every night. But instead, my need for it seemed to grow, and so did my pleasure when I got it. I thought back over the blow job I had just given Roger and my pussy started to throb anew.
We reached the table and sat down. I was opposite Melba and in between Line and Roger. I felt very privileged to be seated so near two such gorgeous and sexy men. Our legs all bumped under the table. Thrills raced to my cunt and my face flushed a bright red. I could feel the warmth spread all around my empty belly, making me grow with desire.
The waiter brought our menus, so I decided to forget sexual pleasure for just a little while so I could concentrate on eating pleasures. Roger knew all about this type of food, so he ordered for all of us. We all shared our dishes of red beans and rice, jumbalaya, prawns, and a delicious assortment of other specialty food. We all fed each other, playing erotic little games with the food. We laughed and giggled like children together.
After dinner they took us to a funky little jazz parlor where Line played sometimes. Melba had told me he was a pretty good piano player. He was off that night though, and the four of us sat and had a few more drinks and listened to some mellow music for the next few hours.
Roger played with my knees and thighs the whole time we sat there. His fingers strummed lightly on my flesh, giving me hot flashes of desire. I was enjoying myself at the club, but with Roger playing with me like that I began to wish we were back at Line's place.
Finally we did decide to go. The crowd had thinned considerably by this time, but we still had to push and shove our way back. At last, breathless and laughing, we burst into the inner courtyard and then the front door of Line's flat. Quickly we said our goodnights and went into our respective bedrooms-me and Roger into one and Line and Melba into the other.
Roger stripped off his clothes right away. This was the first time I had seen him naked, even though I had sucked his cock earlier. I gazed in admiration at his broad shoulders and back, his smooth muscular arms and legs, and of course, the prick that jutted from his hips like a giant tree trunk. He had a full hard-on, a fact that started the throbbing in my cunt to begin anew. He closed the door and then climbed into bed. I started to get undressed.
"Ever do a strip tease?" he asked me suddenly. I was a little surprised, but the idea actually appealed to me. I never had done one, but it sounded like an interesting challenge. I guess I've always been sort of an exhibitionist. Even when I was a little girl, my mom used to tell me I would pull down my pants for strangers on the street. And when I got the motorcycle, I loved to ride on it wearing only hotpants and a skimpy top. I have a sexy figure, and I enjoy the fact that it turns men on.
"No, I never have," I answered him. In an insinuating voice I said, "Would you like me to?" I saw his prick give a twitch. "You bet I would," he said. "Your body is out of this world! I could really dig seeing you strip for me."
The idea turned me on, especially when I saw how much it excited him. He was sitting on the bed, resting back against the pillows, his prong arching way out from his belly. I tried to think of the most erotic things to do.
I was wearing jeans and a button-down blouse, with a scarf around my waist for a belt. I undid the scarf and snaked it over my body a few times. I stood before the bed, swaying and undulating before my avid audience. He was very appreciative-his cock jerked and twitched in response to my movements.
I licked my lips, running my tongue slowly around the soft pink edges of my mouth, delicately caressing the tips of my teeth. As I did that, I stroked my breasts with my flattened palms, then circled my tits with my thumbs. They stood out stiffly through the thin material. I did that repeatedly, slowly and teasingly. I could see his eyes glittering with lust. I was turning myself on too. It was like masturbating, but with the added angle that he was watching me.
I slid my hands down to my thighs. I gripped my legs and stroked there too, running my fingertips up into my crotch area. I spread my legs open wider, still undulating and making slow fucking thrusts with my pelvis. Then with one hand gently playing with a tit, the other hand covered my vee mound and pushed up and down. I let my head fall back and my hair swung freely, gently swishing over my back and ass.
I started unbuttoning the blouse. As slowly as I possibly could, I undid the buttons one by one and peeled the cloth away from my hot flesh. Inch by inch I revealed more and more creamy skin to him. The material fell away from my deep cleft, showing the white mounds of my breasts with their darkened tips. When the last button was opened, I drew the blouse off my shoulders. Naked from the waist up, I stood before him, my hands behind my back, offering him the sight of my firm boobs. He moaned and touched his hardened cock.
Then I let the blouse fall to the floor. With my fingers I played with my tits, toying with the swollen red nipples. His hand was frigging gently up and down the length of his stiffened shaft. With my hands underneath my creamy breasts I cupped them and offered them up to him. Then I took one and brought the nipple up to my lips. It could reach the whole way. I took it in my mouth and sucked on it, and then did the same with the other one. Roger was growing impatient with desire-he kept changing position on the bed and toying with his cock.
I unsnapped my jeans and slowly, tauntingly, pulled down the zipper. He moaned excitedly when he saw my furry mound come into view. The curly blonde hairs popped out of their tight prison.
I turned around and slowly pulled the jeans off my ass. The thought of my fleshy white ass cheeks becoming visible turned me on as much as it probably turned him on to see it. To slip the jeans over my knees, I had to bend over. To do this I turned to the side. I wasn't going to show him my dripping cunt just yet.
The pants were off. I was completely naked before him. I took the scarf-a red one-off the floor where it had fallen, and snaked it again over my nude torso. It flitted softly over my breasts and drifted sensually over my loins and buttocks. Every once in a while it flapped lightly between my legs, caressing the throbbing wet pussy flesh there.
I dropped the scarf again. Swaying erotically before him, I grabbed my cuntlips in my fingers and pulled them out, mashing them against each other. He gasped at the sight of my clit, all red and swollen, and my juice oozing copiously from between my legs. With legs spread wide, I hunched my hips forward, presenting my naked snatch to his gaze. He was groaning and rubbing his balls and dick.
I was pretty excited myself, and didn't know how long I could last at this before I would climb on the bed and bury his manhood into my steaming hole. I had been wanting his cock desperately all night and now that it was so close I wasn't sure I could hold out much longer.
I turned my back to him and slowly bent over, presenting him with a lewd picture of my firm white asscheeks, framing my flowering pussyflesh.
"Jesus!" Roger exclaimed. "You're so fucking wet, Sandy. Get your ass over here, and get what's coming to you."
I needed no further urging. I climbed onto the wide double bed. He took me in his arms and lifted me towards him, laying me on my back on the satiny bedspread. I moaned and opened my thighs for him.
"Fuck me, baby," I said. I was aching for it. "I'm ready for you. Shove your meatroll way up there."
Roger groaned excitedly. He grabbed my breasts and squeezed them passionately, almost violently, as though he would tear the delicate skin in his haste. He fell across me heavily, pinning me underneath his massive chest and erect rod. His cock flopped between my thighs, heavily searching for the gate to its pleasure.
It slid over my tumescent love bud, sending thrills of pleasure and desire racing through my already throbbing pussy. My wet slit was contracting rapidly, trying to draw this massive organ in. I reached down, took his shaft in my hand, and guided it to the entrance of my cunt. He felt the blunt tip touch my juicy hole. He gave a low moan and then shoved for all he was worth.
"Aaauuuugggggggghhhh!" I shrieked at the sudden painful intrusion of his huge cock. It split into me like a hot poker, rudely cutting into my hot flesh. Like a sword to the hilt, he rammed home. Then the momentary pain receded and was replaced by that amazing pleasure of being so searingly filled with cock. He held his position for a few seconds. I could feel his shaft pounding lustily in my seething cuntal walls. His cockhead reached deep into my womb, pricking that secret spot of fulfillment, satisfaction.
"Oh, yes, Roger, fuck me, fuck me hard!" I exclaimed with teeth clenched and eyes shut tight. I was drinking in the glorious sensation of his stuffing my pussy, and I was ready for a long hard ride.
He pulled out and then rammed home again, battering my cunt and womb with his powerful weapon. My body shook with the impact. Then again. And again. Each time it almost hurt my sensitive tissues. It went just a shade past that feeling though, to an intensely pleasurable one.
Blam! He shoved high and deep into my empty cuntal passageway, probing my aching womb, searching for the deepest place. Then he withdrew, leaving an open void in my body that so frantically needed to be filled.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to impale myself further onto his thundering rod. My clit pressed into his hard middle and rubbed pleasurably against it at every stroke of his prick.
"Take my cock!" he grunted, hammering it relentlessly up my seething channel. "Take-it-all!" Each word accompanied a plunge high into my cervix.
I was stretched to the breaking point, my pussy lips rendered helplessly open to his assaults. My cuntal walls tried to grip at his thickened column as it passed in and out of them with steady rhythm. He was braced by his hands on each side of me, using them for leverage while he pounded me from above. My cunt was upturned, a willing receptacle for his fiery shaft. My wetness drenched his cock like honey on a stick-I could smell the heavy muskiness of it.
Both of us were covered with sweat and were gasping for breath. He gripped my ass with his fingers, cruelly pinching the flesh, pulling our bellies closer, harder together. He quickened the pace of his strokes, faster and faster until he was hammering in and out of like a merciless drill, splitting my defenseless cunt, his balls slapping my ass crack.
"Ohhhh, God," I cried. "You're making me come. Oh, you're so good. Fuck me, fuuuccckkkkkkmeeeeeeeeee!"
My orgasm was slowly gathering strength, pricked to greater heights every second by his hammering dick. Wetness drooled out of my stretched cuntlips, creaming his pistoning cock and balls, tangling in his thick curly pubic hair. My legs released their tight hold on his middle. I was so enthralled with the fucking I was getting that I had no more energy to direct the movements of my muscles. I flopped uselessly beneath him, nothing more at that moment than a burning cunt receiving the titanic thrusts of his belly and cock. I lay there and took it all, gladly, willingly. My cries and moans of pleasure echoed through the room, and I'm sure were heard all over the building.
He grabbed my knees and forced them upwards so that they were bent on either side of his head, my feet falling uselessly over his broad shoulders. In this position I was completely open to him; my cunt faced perfectly upwards. He sawed in and out like a jack hammer, harder and faster, harder and faster every second 'til I thought I would go crazy with the agonizing pleasure of it. He face was streaked with sweat and his teeth were gritted in intense determination.
I felt the bubbling pool of my orgasm start to boil over, start to reach the point of no return. I moaned, knowing it was coming soon, unable to control it one bit, swept up in the tide of lust that was overtaking all my senses. Roger pistoned back and forth, in and out of my churning cunt, back and forth over my swollen clitoris.
He hiked his hips up, and that was the final stroke. "Ohhh, ahhhhhhh, I'm coming, I'm commmiiiiiinngggggg!" I shrieked as the dam burst and the pleasure spilled over in magnificent waves, churning madly through my cunt and womb. Liquid fireworks burst crazily through my loins as I moaned my pleasure and satisfaction; with his gigantic cock drilling steadily into my convulsing, pleasure-wracked cunt.
As though my orgasm was a signal to him, he gave a loud cry, dropped his weight heavily onto me, and plunged one last time before the cream shot forth from his laden nuts. Like a volcano, he erupted into my womb, spewing forth his creamy lava, splashing it onto the quivering walls of my still-orgasming pussy. "Uunnnnhhhhhhh!" he cried as the spunk gushed from his pricking tool, bathing my cunt with its warm wetness.
"Onnhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I cried as another orgasm overtook me, my cunt clutching tightly around his spurting organ. My tortured pussy seized his cock like a milking machine, contracting violently, extracting every last drop it could possibly get, hoping there was still more. Spasm after spasm shook my belly with a thundering lust, wanton tremors sent electric messages to my seething nerve endings, shattering them with ultimate satisfaction.
Finally it was over. We both collapsed in a sodden heap on the bed, panting for breath, and sighing exhaustedly. Roger's cock was losing its stiffness and it slipped out of me, trailing gobs of his gism mixed with my thick lubrication. I knew they were staining the spread, but at that point I didn't care about anything but the warm glow between my legs, the satisfied ache of my clit and cunt. Roger threw his arm across me and we lay there happily together, basking in the warm glow of after-sex. That had been one shattering fuck, one that I would remember for a long time. I hated to admit it to myself, but it almost tempted me to stay on there, to become Roger's lover for a while.
But I often had such a temptation, especially after I had really good sex with a guy. And I always did regret leaving them in a way, for we had shared something special. But the open road called to me as always, and the promise of more open beds and willing cocks!
CHAPTER FOUR
The smell of bacon and eggs frying woke me the next morning. I reached my arm over to fondle Roger and discovered that I was alone in the bed. My cunt ached pleasurably as I remembered last night, and I felt very let down that Roger was not still in bed. I could hear sounds coming from the kitchen so I figured that he must be in there.
I got out of bed and slipped on a robe I found in the closet. It was a man's terrycloth robe and it was much too big for me. The top wouldn't stay closed, and my breasts were hanging free and exposed. My hair was tousled and my eyes had a luxurious sleepy look.
When I got to the kitchen only Line was in there. He was wearing nothing but a white towel stretched tightly around his waist. It made a brilliant contrast against his bronze skin, and it outlined every powerful curve of his loins. His cock bulged and strained against the front of the towel. He looked up when I came in the room, and I watched his eyes roam hungrily over my creamy breasts. I sat down on a chair and crossed my legs. The robe fell open, revealing my smooth white thighs, almost up to my light brown pussy patch. I could see his dick give a lurch and he ran his tongue feverishly over his lips.
"Where's Roger?" I asked, my voice still husky with sleep.
Line searched first my body and then my eyes with his penetrating eyes. I felt thrills all over me from his gaze. "He had to go to work, baby," he drawled in his sultry voice. "An' seein' what he left behind, I'm glad he's gone." He had been putting bacon in the frying pan. Now he came over and stood right in front of me at the table. The bacon sizzled and popped as I stared right into Line's erect shaft bulging obscenely under the thin towel. I could feel his stare burning into the naked skin of my throbbing breasts. I felt a drop of joy juice trickle out of my hole.
"I uh-that is-uh, where's Melba?" I managed to stammer. When a man came on to me like this I just turned to jelly. That's what I felt like there in that seat- like a mass of quivering jelly with no will and no mind. My flesh and its pleasures completely take me over.
"Oh, she'll be out soon," Line said. I just wanted to take advantage of our being alone for a little while. He leaned down and planted a kiss on my upturned lips. My mouth opened obediently as his face neared mine. Then he covered my lips with his own firm soft ones and shot his tongue into my mouth. I moaned as that tiny organ probed the moist depths of that cavern. I could feel the flames searing down to my aching pussy as I responded eagerly to Line's soul kiss. He held me there for a long time, his tongue searching and exploring every fold of my oral cavity. Finally he broke away, leaving me gasping for breath, my heart pumping frantically and my breasts heaving with excitement.
Then he placed his lips on my earlobe and blew a soft moist breath. "Let's get it on later, baby."
I moaned my yes answer. He could have taken me right there on the kitchen floor and I would have loved it. Then, as abruptly as he had come over to me, Line turned around and resumed his preparation of breakfast. Dizzily I watched, aware of not much else except the large bulge at his crotch.
Just as he had everything ready, Melba made her entrance. She looked ravishing as always, wearing only a small tee shirt and bikini panties. "Good morning," she announced cheerily, her boobs bouncing saucily as she walked. She gave Line a quick kiss, surveying his body in one neat glance. Then she sat down opposite me at the kitchen table.
"Morning," I mumbled dazedly, wondering if I could get through breakfast without giving away how much I wanted Line. I don't know why I worried about it so. I guess it was because Melba had talked about him so much, that I felt like it would be rotten of me to steal him away from her, even for a while. But I couldn't help myself. I wanted to steal him away.
Line brought a huge platter over to the table, steaming with bacon, eggs, and toast. He sat between us and we all helped ourselves to a scrumptious breakfast. I poured coffee for us from the percolator on the table. It was excellent coffee-special Louisiana blend with chicory in it. The steamy fragrance made me feel exhilarated. I sipped my coffee slowly, feeling the hot liquid give new life to my sluggish veins. As my body became more awake, the need in my pussy grew stronger. I had little appetite for the food in front me even though it smelled heavenly. All my concentration was focussed on Line's shapely body and sturdy cock.
All through the meal Melba chattered happily about being in New Orleans and what sights we should go see. It was all I could do to hear what she was saying and smile when I thought I should. All I kept thinking was, I've got to have that rod, I've got to have it.
Line was enjoying himself immensely, sitting in a state of half-nudity, between two good looking and sexy girls, one of whom he had just fucked last night, and the other just praying for a chance to hop between the sheets with him. He alternated his gaze from one to the other. From my chair I could see his cock growing steadily as he looked first at me, then at Melba. Both of us were wearing revealing outfits so it was no wonder he was turned on.
Suddenly I became aware that Melba had said something to me and I hadn't answered her. I looked quickly at her and saw that she was regarding me with a curious look. "What is going on here?" she demanded with a good-natured smile. "I'm catching some very heavy vibes between you two, and I want to know why all the secretiveness!"
At that point I wanted to hug her. Good old Melba, she always came right out with what she was thinking. No playing games for her. I laughed with embarrassed relief. I glanced quickly at Line. He was surveying the scene with detached interest, watching how we two women were going to duke it out over him.
I held Melba's gaze, wondering how much she knew or suspected. Her eyes were clear and direct, with no anger, just some honest curiosity. How much anger would they hold when I told her how much I wanted Line?
I cleared my throat uneasily. "Well, Melba, it's like this. I came into the kitchen and found Line here with nothing on but this towel. And I must admit that ever since I saw him I've been wanting a taste of-I mean I've wanted to-well, you know what I mean!
"You wanted to ball him," she replied in her frank manner.
"Yes!" I blurted out, grateful that she had said it herself. "But I knew how you felt about him, so I tried to keep away. But he's just making it impossible!" I turned an accusing face to Line.
Instead of trying to deny it, Line drew his wet pink tongue suggestively around his brown lips and wiggled it at me in answer to my accusation.
At that, Melba burst out laughing. "Sandy, honey," she said, "I don't know why all of a sudden you're putting all these rules on yourself. Sure, I love Line in a special way. But that doesn't mean I own him, or that no one else can go near him. In fact, I'd love to share him with you. That is, if he wants to."
Line turned to me and gave me one of those looks that turned me to jelly. His eyes burned a path over my breasts and naked legs. I could feel my face blushing five different shades of red while my pussy flamed and sparked, starting to throb anew.
"I'd love to give this little girl the servicing she needs so badly," he drawled. "I think we all ought to adjourn to the bedroom."
He stood up and took my arm to raise me from my chair. I could clearly see the firm outline of his cock, bulging thick and hard against the towel. With my eyes glued on that sight, I got up and followed him down the hallway and into the bedroom where he and Melba had slept and made love all night. Melba was right behind me, but I hardly noticed her, so engrossed was I in Line's gorgeous body. I watched his hips moving gracefully in front of me, his broad shoulders firm and manly and squarely set. The three of us went into the bedroom, Melba closing the door behind us.
Line led me over to the bed and sat me down. Melba sat down next to me and proceeded to strip off her panties and tee shirt. Line's dick gave a sudden twitch as her firm ripe boobs and her dark pussy hairs came into view. Then she turned to me and lifted the terrycloth robe from my slender shoulders and laid it back on the bed. We were both sitting on the bed, stark naked, in front of Line and his enormous hard-on. His cock was swelling and jerking as he looked from one nubile young body to the other.
"Mmmmm, mmh!" he exclaimed happily. "Chocolate and vanilla," referring to Melba's tawny brown skin and my pearly white complexion. He put a hand on each of our breasts, feeling for the hardened nipples and kneading our soft flesh like dough. I moaned in ecstasy, drinking in the sensation of his long smooth fingers on my eager flesh.
"You better hold on, girl," Melba said laughingly. "This is only the beginning." Already my joy box was oozing its juice, and my loins were on fire with sexual excitement. I didn't know how much of this sweet torture I could take. I hoped I could take a lot. I saw that Melba, too, was flushed with desire. Her breasts were heaving and she was starting to move her hips in a slow rhythm on the bed. We were sitting right next to each other, and I could feel the warm smoothness of the skin on her ass as it slid over mine. It was strangely erotic. I had never had sex with another woman before, surprising as that may sound, with all the other experiences I had had. I wasn't against it really, but just had never done it.
Line shifted his attention to my other breast, sliding softly over the soft outer mounds, and then pinching hard on my erect tit.
"Oooonnnnnhhhhhhh," I groaned, as new waves of pleasure washed over me. Then I heard Melba gasping as he did the same to her. I reached up and placed my hand at the small of Line's back, right about where the towel started. His skin was cool and smooth and seemed to draw my fingers over it in a soft caressing motion-back and forth, back and forth over his back.
He sucked his breath in with the pleasure of it and renewed his caressing of my willing bosom-flesh. I traced the outline of his supple ass and backs of his thighs through the white terrycloth wrap. My fingers found the crevice between his asscheeks and pushed through, touching the back of his hanging balls. Those twin sacs seemed to jump at my touch and I heard Line moan softly. Melba too was manipulating her long slender fingers over his legs and hips, sometimes brushing softly over his bulging rod. Every time she did that he would clench his teeth and grunt. Once in a while she would touch the front of his cock while I teased his balls from behind and that would drive him crazy. His feet were spreading into a wider stance and his dick jutted out obscenely from his hips. He would be handling both my swollen boobs at once, kneading them with a frenzy. Then he would switch to Melba, sending her into paroxysms of desire. We were all moaning and writhing together-me and Melba sitting on the bed with our thighs open wide to his sight, and Line standing in front of us with his cock straining to break through the tight wrapping of the towel. I slipped my hands underneath it and gave his naked balls a squeeze.
"Uunnnnhhhhhhh!" he groaned, giving my tits a hard pinch. Then Melba slid her fingers over his naked rod, while she pulled the towel off his hips. He stood there, in full erection, naked to our eyes. He was beautiful. His cock, long and brown and throbbing, arched its way out from his pelvis. The veins stood out all over the sides, pulsing hotly, and purplish in color.
"Oh!" I cried heatedly. "Give me that thing! I want your cock!" I seized it in my hands and led it up to my mouth, bending my face down towards it at the same time.
"That's it Sandy," Line hissed while he ran his hands all over my breasts and belly. "Lick my chocolate lollipop. Suck it all."
Lightly, tentatively, I dipped my tongue onto the tip of his rod where a few drops of his clear liquid stood out from the tiny slit. I smeared it over the surface where it glistened dully, accentuating the heavy throb of his organ. Then I ran my tongue up and down the smooth sides of his shaft, relishing the salty, musky taste. When I reached his balls, I buried my nose in the patch of curly black hair that surrounded them and drank the smell in deeply, that raunchy, thick smell of sex. Then I gathered those twin sacs in my mouth and rolled them around, grazing them with my teeth and pressing them against each other.
Line was groaning loudly at the expert sucking job I was doing on his balls. He had brought his hands down further and was caressing all around my pussy with one hand while he did the same to Melba with the other. His fingers tripped softly over my creamy thighs and over my Venus mound. I was squirming and humping, hoping they would touch my throbbing clit or my juicing love-box.
Melba and I were both sighing and moaning and our asses rubbed against each other as we undulated there on the bed. She reached up and was tonguing Line's tiny nipples while I sucked on his hairy balls. He had a hand in each of our pussies and was fingering both of us at the same time. My box was literally dripping with its sticky lubrication and I could feel his long fingers halfway up my cunthole.
"Mmmmhhhhnnnhhhhh!" I grunted at this assault of my insides. I wished it was his rod, long and hard, plunging deep into my womb. That will come, I told myself, and concentrated on the exquisite pleasure I was receiving now. His palm was pressed against my swollen clitoris, mashing it to greater hardness and turgidity. His finger poked and probed my churning cuntal channel like a miniature prick, not big enough to give satisfaction, but enough to arouse me to greater heights of sexual frenzy.
Meanwhile I decided to let his balls go for a while and concentrate on that smooth veined shaft that jutted hugely out from them. Ever so lightly I traced a path from the base to the tip with my wet tongue, and then travelled back down on the other side. Line hissed softly with the pleasure of it. Up and down, up and down like that I teased, never staying too long in one spot. He started to hunch his hips, as though trying to get me to take all of his engorged tool in my mouth. I planned to do that, but not yet. I knew that the longer I made him wait, the more pleasure he would get out of it.
It was too bad Roger had to go to work. He was missing out on a good scene, and one which would have been much more interesting with him as a fourth. Not that I had any doubts about Line's ability to take care of both of us. He was doing a pretty good job right now, I thought to myself as his hand mashed against my tumescent love bud, massaging it mercilessly.
"Oonnhhhhhhhh!" I cried out as his finger poked its way up my convulsing love-channel. I licked and slurped at his rod as though it were a giant long lollipop, and my saliva made a glistening film over the smooth length of it.
"Hey, don't hog it all," said Melba laughingly. She elbowed me out of the way and took Line's huge organ into her own mouth. I watched in fascination as the dark tip of it disappeared through her parted lips, watched as more and more of it slid into her rosy depths, until she had swallowed almost the whole length. Line gasped when he felt the moist insides of her mouth close over his engorged tool, sucking and rasping wetly over it. His fingers worked my pussy to a feverish pitch of excitement as he grew more and more aroused. Melba was sucking him with slow even strokes, taking his shaft deep into her throat and then pulling him out, licking the reddened bulbous tip of his cock. His eyes were closed, his teeth were clenched, and his head was thrown back as though he could hardly stand how good it felt.
"Thataway, baby," he groaned. "Oh, yeah, do it." The sucking and slurping sounds were obscene and erotic, filling the whole room with their message of carnal pleasure. We were all drinking it in happily, Melba and I each with a finger stuck up our cunts, and Line being sucked off by not one but two voluptuous women.
Melba groaned as she felt his blunt cockhead press against the back of her throat, causing her eyes to bulge slightly because Line was so big. Then she let his organ flop out of her mouth and let me take over.
Eagerly I grabbed his tool in my hands and stuck the tip through my wet lips. With passionate abandon I sucked on it, running the roughened surface of my tongue all around the swollen glans ridge. Then with my cheeks sucked in I pulled him deeper into my mouth, caressing his smooth veined shaft with the oozing inner tissues of my cheeks.
"Uuunnnnnnhhhhhh, yes baby, do it, SUCK ME!" cried Line as new waves of lust washed over him. He started thrusting with his hips, forcing his dick further and further into my throat until my eyes were bugging out of my head. His finger and hand pumped relentlessly at me, and I could feel the beginning of an orgasm start to build up from deep within my vitals.
Suddenly Line gave a hard lurch with his hips that sent me flopping on my back across the width of the bed. My legs drooped uselessly over the side, spread open, with Line's finger fucking in and out of my pussy, Then, just as suddenly, he pulled his finger out of my hole, leaving it achingly empty and seething with lust.
"Onhh! I was just getting ready to come!" I wailed, but Line was busy straddling my head and didn't seem to hear me. "Hey-" I started to say, but he silenced me with a command.
"Open!" he said, and my lips parted as though of their own accord. In slid his cock and my lips closed around its swollen thickness. He started pumping hard and fast, ramming his cockhead relentlessly against the back of my throat. What power and what savage lust seemed to possess him all of a sudden. Bam, bam, bam he hammered past my tender lips and deep into the recesses of my mouth. I love the feel of a man's cock in my mouth, and I derive great pleasure from sucking them off. But my cunt was crying out for attention; it burned with desperate need and clutched at the air in vain for some satisfaction.
Then Melba lay back in the same position I was in, so that her head was next to mine. She opened her mouth and lay there, waiting. Line accepted the invitation. Pulling his gigantic tool from my mouth as rudely as he had shoved it in, he straddled Melba and began fucking her in the mouth as hard as he had done it to me. It was powerfully erotic to me to see him go at her so wildly, and I wished he was still doing it to me. The hell with my pussy. I just wanted that wonderful cock anyway I could get it.
Then I got an idea. I climbed over Melba and straddled her right behind Line, Placing my hands on his ass, I made him stop humping, just long enough to give me time to bend down and take his balls in my mouth.
"Aaannnnnhhhhhhhhhh!" he groaned loudly in unexpected pleasure. He started thrusting again, and I could keep the rhythm of his fucking motions pretty well by bobbing my head up and down, and letting his balls hang loose in my mouth. Saliva was running all over my chin, but I didn't care. I was too swept up in the rhythm and passion of the moment to care about anything. My chin almost knocked against Melba's chin a few times, but all I could think about was how lucky she was to have that dick deep in her throat. She was moaning and grunting happily, a willing receptacle for his engorged tool.
Then I felt Line's balls give a slight hitch. I knew he was near to coming. I closed my mouth over them as hard as I could in order to give the maximum pleasure. Melba must have sensed that he was near orgasm because she pulled harder on him and opened her throat just a crack wider. This was just the thing to send Line toppling over the threshold. With a triumphant cry, he erupted, shattering forth gobs of creamy come into Melba's open mouth.
With a loud groan, I released my hold on his heaving balls and threw myself face up on the bed next to Melba. Line was pumping his load steadily into her, but I wasn't about to miss out on all of it. I grabbed his still hard cock right out of her mouth. I watched for a second as a few globs of spunk jetted out over her face and breasts, like spots of buttermilk on her brown skin. Then I plunged his cock into my mouth and received his liquid, still streaming hotly from the tiny slit at the tip of his organ. Like a newborn babe at her mother's breast, I drank in that warm gism, feeling it slide stickily down my throat.
Finally he was done, and he collapsed on top of me, his shriveling dick still held fast in my mouth. He was breathing heavily. I finally let go of it and rolled my head out of the way. I glanced over at Melba, who was busy licking the gism off her cheeks like a cat cleaning herself.
"Well, dear," I said to her. "It's great sucking this magnificent stud off, but what do I do about the burning in my pussy?"
She grinned at me. "This is only the first heat, honey. He's got the power to come back again and again, and give you what you need, where you need it."
Line had rolled over on his side, off of me, and when I looked over at him I could see that Melba was right. He was beginning to get another hard-on. So soon! I could hardly believe it.
"Now I can see why Melba was so eager to come here," I told him. "It looks like you can really take a girl for a ride." His cock twitched and grew another inch.
"You better believe it, girl, and that's just what I'm going to do to you!"
Again he grabbed my breasts, which by this time had almost forgotten how good that felt. My tits sprang erect again and the floods of juice again started oozing out my cunthole. Line grasped my shoulders and pulled himself to a position between my outspread thighs. His cock arched up, by this time in full erection, and pointed itself right at my clutching pussy hole.
"Ohhh, fuck me," I cried deliriously, glad now that I had been made to wait. My desire was just that much more fierce, my need that much more burning. "Fuuuuccckkkkk meeeeeeee!" I wailed as he drew that tool slowly, maddeningly slowly towards my sluicing cunt.
Finally I felt the blunt end of it reach the gates to my box. "Ooohhhhhhhh!" I cried while I squirmed frantically trying to draw him deep within me to scratch that itch that lurked within my womb. But he was a teaser, as I was finding out the hard way, and he let his cock dangle at that precarious spot for what seemed like an eternity. I rocked and danced under him, desperate for his thickness to fill up my aching cuntal chamber.
His hand reached down and he took my clitoris between thumb and forefinger, rolling it this way and that, spreading my musky juice all over it. I could hardly stand the pleasure, it was so intense, and I writhed and bucked like a fish on the hook.
Finally, slowly, he entered me. Inch by inch he forced his way through my inner labia into the innermost parts of my body, his tool parting the flesh with no resistance. Already I could feel my climax start to build. I was so hot that almost anything would send me off, but this enormous cock was giving me supreme satisfaction every inch of the way.
A few more seconds, a few more inches, and I was searingly filled with at least eight inches of hard, thick meat. "Annnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned deliriously, "Mmmmmnnnnnn!" My cuntal walls clutched and gripped at this invader, hugging it as tightly as they could. And then I felt the first slow rumble of orgasm. It grew and grew, gaining momentum as I felt my clit throbbing, pressed tightly against his firm belly. I raked his back with my nails and wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, grinding my pelvis violently against his.
"I'm coming, I'm coooommmmmmmmiiiinnnngggggg!" I shrieked as it burst upon me like a meteoric shower of stars and sparks. Rush after rush of carnal lust enveloped me, spasming through my pussy and womb like liquid fireworks. Images of molten red-hot metals flashed through my mind as sensations swept my body. And all this after he had stroked into me only once.
He pulled out of me and shoved back in, hard, and I came again, even more intensely than I had on the first, receiving more intensely pleasurable stimuli than I had ever thought possible.
He fucked me good and hard, and I came again, ten times. Each orgasm exploded through my loins like cannons going off at full speed, and I wrenched and thrust my hips at him, squeezing every last ounce of pleasure from him.
Finally he came too, shooting deep into my womb. I felt the warm liquid bouncing off the tip of my cervix and sloshing through my clutching vaginal walls, soothing the scorched nerve endings. He pumped at me steadily, his hard cock poking into my cunt and his tight belly pressing rhythmically against my throbbing clitoris.
At last we were both spent, and he collapsed on top of me. We were breathing hard, our chests rising and falling together as our hips had just done in the throes of sexual climax. His cock was starting to deflate and I could feel the first drops of spunk start to drip from my sated love-hole.
"Mmmmhhhhhhh, that was so good," I murmured happily. "You were right about him, Melba.
Line laughed happily. "The way you two talk, I'm starting to feel like I should hire myself out."
"You'd never go broke!" answered Melba. "That was almost as fun to watch as it was to do. If I hadn't had you all night, I'd be pretty kinky right now for that hot rod of yours. But as long as I've shared my man with Sandy, I'm sure she won't mind sharing hers with me. I'm going to wait 'til Roger gets home, and then let him make up for everything he missed here this morning!"
"You're welcome to him," I replied magnanimously. "My motto is 'share and share alike'. All I want to know is how you can wait that long."
"Oh, well, I guess I'll have to suffer through the rest of the day as best I can!" At that we burst into a fit of merry giggling, all three of us, and played on the bed like a bunch of children, wrestling and tickling each other until we were too exhausted to go on.
CHAPTER FIVE
Roger returned from work late in the afternoon, and after Melba and he romped together, while Line and I made it with each other again, we all went out for dinner again. This time we went to an exquisite French restaurant the guys knew of and had a deliciously prepared meal with lots of good wine.
The crowds were as wild as ever, and there was singing, shouting, sometimes fighting, all over the streets. Men and women, some dressed in rags, some in fashionable clothing, thronged together. The street was the great equalizer-everyone was the same as everyone else. Many people wore costumes. I saw a bunch of gay men all in exaggerated drag. One was wearing black tights, a black cape, no shirt, and his skin was painted with iridescent blue dye. Purple sequins were pasted all over his eyelids. Another wore a Marie Antoinette costume and strutted around in a very queenly manner.
It was like a sexy surrealistic dream. Bodies and hands lurched at me from all directions, bumping at me, feeling me, pinching, stroking, grabbing. Music blared everywhere and neon lights flashed in lewd contrast to the dark skies above. Barkers hawked their nudie shows. Everywhere there was flesh, raw and enticing. Red lights in doorways signaled where the whores waited for their customers. Down dark alleyways I could see sailors pressing girls to the wall; the girls with their skirts up and their legs open, the sailors with flies open and hips coiled.
I was wearing a micro-mini skirt with only a pair of skimpy panties underneath, and a low-cut halter top over my breasts. The men whose bodies I brushed against seemed to burn holes in my clothing as they stared at me. I felt joyously naked to the crowd. I relaxed and let everything flow around me.
Somehow I got separated from Roger, Line and Melba. As though in a trance, I drifted through the crowd, passing by one man after another. Each one stroked my ass, or my breasts through the thin material of my halter top. Some even grabbed the swollen outer lips of my pussy, which by now was creaming hotly with mad lust. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be carried along for blocks, conscious only of feeling like the world was making love to me, that we were all consumed by one great wave of lust. Fingers pinched my tits, stroked my thighs, grabbed at my waist and swaying ass.
Then strong, familiar hands gripped my shoulders and lips closed over mine. A tongue shot forcefully into my mouth. I opened my eyes to discover that Roger had found me again, and was steering me in the direction of Line's apartment. I couldn't wait to get into that warm bed, strip off all my clothes, and fuck wildly all night long. Roger took care of me very well that night-we made wild passionate love all night long before finally falling asleep at the crack of dawn.
All the rest of that week we stayed with Line and Roger. By day we went sightseeing; by night we took in the exciting nightlife of New Orleans at Mardis Gras, and then returned home to enjoy each other's bodies. On the nights that Line had to work, Melba and I made it with Roger. When it was the four of us, we all stripped naked together in the living room and made it four ways.
Time never flew so fast, and never have I had a better time. But soon we had to leave. Other towns and other men's beds called to us. The morning of our departure broke sunny and crisp and clear-good riding weather.
We had hardly used the bikes all week, and we were looking forward to being on the road again. I was sorry as anything to leave Roger and Line, who I now felt very close to. My satisfied pussy would remember them for a long time to come.
They walked us down to the garage where we had stored our bikes and stood around rather awkwardly while we fastened out packs tightly onto the backs. We finished doing that, and it was time. Tears, sweet but sad rolled down my cheeks as I kissed each of them goodbye. I gave them long, deep kisses to remember me by.
"You boys take care of yourselves, hear?" said Melba, trying to act cheerful through her sadness. "Oh, we will!" they echoed each other. "And you girls be good! Don't do anything we wouldn't do!" This with a mischievous wink.
We started up the bikes in unison, and without further adieu, zoomed out of the garage and up the street. I turned around several times to wave goodbye, and soon they were nothing more than specks way in the distance.
We were on our way! Nothing thrilled me more than this moment, this magic time when we were just starting out on our journey. The road stretched out before us with the promise of new adventures and discoveries.
We had planned to head west, keeping to the southerly route which would take us through San Antonio. But before we even got to Texas, we had a long haul through Louisiana to cover. We travelled the greater part of the day, making only a few stops for meals and rest. When we finally decided to camp for the night we were quite close to the Texas border.
Quickly, before the sun set on us, we set up the tent and cooked ourselves a nice hot dinner. We ate it together in the peace of the falling night and reminisced over our exciting visit to New Orleans.
"Sure hope the rest of our trip is as nice as that was," said Melba, thoughtfully licking her spoon clean. "We'll just have to make sure that it is," I answered her. "There must be a lot of studs out there as good as Line and Roger. It's our job to find them."
"Well, that's a job I'm gonna like!" was her devilish reply. We shared a good laugh over that one.
It was soon pitch black, and there was nothing more to do but hit the sack. Crawling into my sleeping bag inside the tent, I really missed Roger's nice warm bed and strong arms reaching for me. Well, what price freedom, I thought to myself. Luckily I was too tired to think about it for too long. In a matter of minutes I was sound asleep.
I dreamt heavily that night: wild, erotic dreams of Roger and Line both fucking me at once. Then I went back to the street scene where all those hands were touching me. In the dream I was completely naked, being passed along from one person to the next, with a million different strange hands caressing my private parts. They stroked my thighs, grabbed at my breasts and tits, poked into my oozing cunthole and rubbed my throbbing clitoris. Soon I was in a state of supreme arousal, screaming "Fuck me, somebody please fuck me."
Then the crowd deposited me in front of a very strange figure who they were bowing to and calling 'Dragon Man'. He was very tall and wore a shiny dragon mask over his face. In one hand was a sword and in the other was a whip. He wore a long cape, and when he pulled it open he was completely naked underneath. And he had a cock that was a foot long! He was fully erect.
I lay there, naked, with my legs splayed wide and my snatch staring him right in the face. I trembled in fearful anticipation of what was to come, and prayed that he didn't kill me when he entered me.
Slowly, like a holy man, he drew near me and positioned himself between my outspread thighs. Tenderly he placed his gigantic organ at the opening to my joybox. I tensed my muscles; every nerve ending was searingly awake and awaited this huge tool to set them off.
He gave a low guttural grunt and shoved. "Aaauuuug-ghh!" I screamed at the overwhelming pain he gave me. But in a matter of seconds I had stretched to accommodate his length, and I found that he was probing depths in my womb which had never been touched before. The pleasure was intense. I shrieked and laughed and rolled and twisted under him as he fucked me with long steady strokes, bringing me to ecstatic climax over and over again, over and over...
I awoke with a start. Melba was shaking me with a look of alarm on her face. "You okay, Sandy?" she asked. Still half in the other world of Dragon Man, I mumbled something about everything being all right. Then I went back to sleep, hoping to encounter more twelve inch cocks.
CHAPTER SIX
Next morning broke bright and sunny. We got up early and broke camp quickly, eager to get started towards San Antonio. The sun was just starting to climb over the distant hills when we were already speeding down the highway.
I was wearing hotpants and a skin tight tee shirt. Melba had on tight jeans and a very revealing halter top. Every trucker that passed us almost went off the road when they got a load of our luscious bodies.
We had been riding for about an hour when I heard a siren right behind me. We weren't speeding, so I figured they just wanted to get by. Melba and I both pulled as far to the right as we could go, but to our surprise the police car came to a screeching stop next to us, almost running us off the road. Three cops came running out of the car, their pistols drawn.
Shocked with fear, I shot my hands up in the air. Melba did the same, "Wha-what's going on here?" I stammered. "We haven't done anything wrong."
None of them gave any answer, but they pointed with their guns for us to lean our fronts against the side of the patrol car. We obeyed. I had a feeling I knew what was coming, and I was right. I felt a pair of hands feeling all over my body. Ostensibly they were searching for weapons, but it was pretty obvious that I could have none hidden on me. Alien fingers crept from my neck, over my full breasts and around my waist. Then they slid over my ass, patting and caressing every curve. Finally they went between my thighs, forcing them further apart, and touching my hot cunt.
Turning my head to the right, I could see that Melba was also being felt up. She caught my eye and we exchanged knowing looks. We were in for an ordeal with these cops, and we were going to have to do some fast thinking to get ourselves out of this.
The cops stepped back and told us to turn around. We obeyed, and looked them over as they looked us over. "What a pretty pair of pussies." said one of them, who seemed to be in charge. He was about thirty-five, not too tall and slightly pudgy. One of his companions, skinny and kind of dumb looking, grinned at him.
"Yeah, coupl'a live ones," he said leeringly. The third one, a big guy who looked like an ex-Marine, said nothing, but rubbed his crotch with a huge grin on his face.
Our machines were still running, but it was impossible at this point to try and make a break for it. Besides, they had other plans, and they were ready to put them into ac-ion.
"Turn around," barked the pudgy one. We did so, and were facing the car again. Rough hands seized my wrists and held them together. I heard the clank of metal, and then I was handcuffed with my arms behind my back. I was cursing the thin tee shirt I was wearing, because my boobs were jutting out obscenely from my chest. My tits, curse them, were in a state of full erection from having been manhandled. The ex-Marine, who seemed to have claimed me, noticed this right away.
"Look at this, fellas, this one's turned on!" he called to his companions as he pushed me into the back seat of the car. I figured it was best not to say a word, or I'd get myself in deeper trouble. I just sat there, obedient and meek, while he palmed my breasts and played with my tits. I have to admit, it was exciting me, though this wasn't my idea of fun.
The chubby one had grabbed Melba and was forcing her into the front seat. She gave me a helpless look as she half fell, half was pushed into the car. Then the chubby one closed the door and went around to the driver's side while my escort left me and mounted my motorcycle. The skinny one hopped onto Melba's bike, and all three vehicles spun out onto the highway, heading for town.
I thought I'd try talking to the guy driving. I leaned forward and could see that he had one hand on the steering wheel and one hand down Melba's pants. She was squirming and trying to get away, but there was no escaping his probing fingers.
"Hey, we haven't done anything," I protested. "You men can get in a lot of trouble for false arrest."
He growled back at me, "You can get in a lot of trouble if you don't keep your trap shut." I had a feeling he meant what he said, so I kept quiet and sat back in the seat. I looked around and saw the other two riding our motorcycles, following the patrol car. Oh brother, I thought to myself. These guys could hold us for weeks or even months and get away with it. And when it's the police who have you, who can you go to for help?
We turned onto the main street of town, passing a few people on the street. We went by the grocery store, the post office, a few more stores, and finally reached the Police station. It was a small, gray, nondescript building with bars on the side windows. The jail, I figured, and that's probably where we were headed. The two deputies came roaring up to where the car had stopped, and then screeched to a halt next to it. Skinny and ex-Marine jumped off our machines, ran over to the car and flung the doors open. They grabbed me and Melba and hustled us inside. I guess they didn't want the townsfolk to see us. Someone might tell their wives about the two pieces down at the station and their little game would be ruined.
The station house held a small office in the front with windows looking out onto the street. There were a few desks, a case full of rifles, and some cabinets around the room. Some hooks on the walls held rings with keys on them, which I assumed were for the jail cells.
Sitting at one of the desks, doing some paperwork, was another officer. This one was kind of cute. He looked about twenty-two, had nice brown hair and eyes, and an intelligent-looking face. He looked up in surprise when he saw us being dragged in by the other three.
"Hey, what do you have there?" he said as they pulled us through the room in the direction of a doorway in the back, leading to the cells.
"What does it look like?" guffawed the chubby one. "Picked 'em up on a charge of indecent exposure and disturbing the peace." That brought a round of laughter from the other two.
They marched us into the back room, which was more like a long hallway lined with three cells along the left wall. Ex-Marine opened the first one and led us in.
"Here we are girls," he said mockingly. "Make yourselves comfortable until we get back. To the other men he said, "Wish I was off duty now. I shore could use a roll in the hay with the likes of these!"
"You're not the only one," answered the chubby one. But they'll sit tight. I left strict orders with Joe not to let them go anywhere. Now let's get back out on the job before we get in trouble with the mayor's office."
Leaving our arms handcuffed behind our backs, they helped themselves to some parting feels before they went. All three of them had enormous hard-ons bulging through their khaki uniforms. It almost made me laugh. Poor horny men, I thought. Probably never get a pair of live ones like me and Melba in this one horse town. But I didn't feel sorry enough for them to want to be there when they got back. I didn't know when that would be, so we were going to have to think of something fast.
"Melba," I said in a whisper. The door to the outer office was open. I could see the young officer they had called Joe sitting not far from the door, and I was sure he could hear us. "What are we going to do," I asked her. Thank heavens they had not separated us. This way we could put our two heads together to come up with a plan.
With a jerk of her head she motioned for us to sit on the small cot against the far wall. This way we would be out of sight and hopefully earshot of Joe. We sat there facing each other, feeling slightly ludicrous with our hands pinioned behind our backs.
"We've got to get the keys to these handcuffs. That's our only hope," Melba was saying. "I have an idea. I'll distract him. You keep watch and make sure those other three aren't coming back."
I wasn't sure exactly what she had in mind, but knowing Melba, I knew I could trust her for a good idea. It was possible to look out the cell window and see Main Street where the patrol car would be approaching from on its way back.
Melba put on her best submissive little girl face. "Officer!" she called out in a sweet voice. "Officer Joe!" I was sitting on the cot, so I couldn't see him. But I heard a chair scraping on the floor in the office, so I knew he was coming. I stopped looking out the window.
He came to the barred door of the cell we were in. His face was all red, and I suspected he was quite embarrassed to be there holding us captive.
Melba batted her eyelashes at him and stuck her chest out provocatively. Her breasts, naked under her halter top, jutted out firm and round. He couldn't take his eyes off them.
"Don't try to talk me into letting you two out of here," he warned. "Not that I like the idea that those guys got you in here on trumped up charges. But my job is on the line. And besides, I uh... uh... " he trailed off as Melba swayed sexily up to the door, licking her lips. From where I was sitting I could plainly see the bulge in the front of his pants start to grow.
"Honey," she cooed seductively. "I know you can't let us out. But can't you undo these handcuffs? They're hurting my arms." She made a little face of pain and whimpered slightly. Actually they were uncomfortable, as they cut off the circulation in my arms.
"That would be real nice," I piped up, thrusting my boobs out at him and lowering my eyes submissively. I could see that he wasn't sure what to do. He seemed like a nice guy, but he was afraid of getting into trouble with the chief.
"Well-I better not," he answered finally, after deliberating silently over it for a few minutes. He started to go back to his desk.
Shit, I thought, We'll never get anywhere with this guy. But Melba was unperturbed.
"Oh please, wait," she called out as he turned away. "I'll make a deal with you." He was immediately interested. "You can take the cuffs off, but put them back on before the others get back. "And," she paused for effect, "I'll reward you in a special way."
His crotch bulged noticeably. She continued persuasively, "Once the other guys get back, do you think you'll get a crack at us? You think they're going to share us with anyone? Here you have two sexually free, attractive young women, willing to grant you whatever favors you want just to un-handcuff us for a few minutes. They'll never know."
Joe's eyes glittered with the promise of sexual favors. Melba had him pegged right as a horny guy, but who was probably too nice to force us into anything. He was even kind of shy.
She kept at him. "You married?"
"Yeah," he replied, a little defensively.
"Your wife ever blow you?" she asked. That shocked him, and also turned him on, as I could tell from his ever-growing cock.
"Well-" he stammered, blushing like crazy.
"I bet she never did," said Melba. "I bet you never experienced how good it feels, even though you must fantasize about it a lot. All men do. You'd be a dope to let this chance go by. Wouldn't he, Sandy?"
I said nothing, but licked my lips suggestively, leaving a glistening trace all around the red rim of my mouth. I spread open my legs and arched my breasts out at him.
It didn't take him long to deliberate after these persuasive arguments. With a red face and a tool practically leaping out of his pants, he said, "I'll go get the keys."
When he was out of sight Melba turned to me and gave me an exultant wink. Barely had she turned around again when he was back, unlocking the door to the cell and letting himself in. Carefully he locked the door after him and dropped the key into his right rear pocket. I watched every move he made, knowing that it meant our freedom. Then he took another key, the one for the handcuffs. First he undid Melba's hands, eyeing her pert ass and trim thighs as he did so. Then he unlocked mine. I stood there rubbing my wrists and arms, wondering what out next move should be.
Melba wasted no time. She took him by the waist, swaying erotically before him. "Mmmmm, you're not bad lookin'," she murmured soothingly. "I could go for you in a big way."
"Well, you're a very attractive young woman," he replied, running his hands down her sides and over her ass. She led him over to the cot and had him sit down while she knelt between his legs. She started to undo his belt. He glanced over at me, probably uneasy with the idea that pi was going to watch. I decided the best thing for me to do would be to get involved too.
I sat next to him on the cot and snuggled my tits against his chest. I slipped my arms around him and slid my hands down into his shirt, caressing his neck and upper chest. "Relax," I whispered into his ear, and then tickled it with my tongue. He squirmed and blushed with pleasure. His hands crept up and caressed my naked thighs, so tantalizingly close to him on the cot.
"Mmmnnnnn," I moaned, partly to encourage him and partly because it felt good!
Melba quickly had his belt undone and his pants unzipped. She pulled out his cock. It was fully erect, long and hard, the veins throbbing with blood along the sides. She took it with both her hands and softly caressed it, smoothly running her fingers up and down the sides.
"Oohhhhhhhhhh," he moaned. I plunged my tongue deep into his ear and played softly with his tiny nipples. They puckered and hardened. He groaned, louder this time.
Melba buried her face in the soft patch of pubic hair which lay at the base of his dick. It was brown in color, matching the soft brown of his hair. She blew a breath of warm moist air on his balls. He shivered and sighed, and adjusted his position to make his dick stick up straighter in the air. He had a good sized one, and I found myself starting to grow very horny. I could feel the old familiar flames starting to burn in my loins.
Then with her tongue, she lightly, teasingly, traced a path from the base of his tool to the swollen, bulbous top. This brought an intense moan from Joe.
"Oh, baby," I said to him. "And to think you were going to pass this up." He didn't answer, but he grabbed my face and kissed me violently, passionately. His tongue pressed its way into my mouth and explored all regions of it. I returned the kiss, opening as wide as I could to let that probing organ reach as far in as it could. His hand grasped my breast and he squeezed it hard, massaging and kneading the soft flesh. This wrung a moan from my lips, and I know it turned him on to know that he was turning me on.
"Ahhhhhhnnnnhhhhhhhh," he sighed, as Melba lightly flicked her tongue around the tiny slit at the tip of his cock. A few drops of pre-seminal fluid stood out there. She scooped them up and made as if to swallow them. He tightened his grip on my breast, gripping my tit and pinching it almost painfully hard.
"Ohhh, suck it," he groaned. "Suck that mother!"
Melba looked up at him. "Anything you say, baby." Then she looked at me. She didn't say anything, but she didn't have to. I knew what she meant. Get that key!
Slowly, deliberately, she took his organ into her mouth. Carefully she eased her lips down over the engorged tip, over the swollen rim, until she had taken in about four inches.
Joe moaned. Tentatively I moved my hands about on his chest, trying to figure out how aware he was of my movements. He stirred slightly, so I thought I would give it more time. Anxiously I glanced out the window, but saw no sign of the patrol car. Stay out there, I wished silently to myself. Give us time!
She took his cock out of her mouth and licked it again, as though it was an ice cream cone. It glistened dully with her saliva, and the veins seemed to take on a purplish cast. Then again she took it full in her mouth, this time a little deeper.
"Uunnnnnnnnnh," he grunted. "Oohhnnhhhhhh, yeah."
She bobbed her head up and down, sucking on him as she did, her lips sliding wetly over the sides of his thick shaft. Each time she went a little further down on him, taking more and more of him into her mouth. Soon he was pushing far into the back of her throat, and she looked almost like she was gagging on it. I knew she was all right though. Melba was an expert. She knew how to give head.
While she was sucking on him, I slid my hands down into his pants. I felt all around his ass, tickling his asscrack. He seemed to like that, but it was hard to tell what was turning him on between Melba blowing his dick and me with my hands down his pants.
Up and down, up and down bobbed her head as his thick shaft slid in and out between her red lips. I watched it disappear into her mouth and then reappear with a fresh coating of saliva all over it.
He arched his hips and thrust hard into her throat. She took all of him, all the way down to the base of his cock where his curly brown pubic hair formed a bed for it. Her cheeks were hollows as the inside of her mouth caressed him, driving him further and further over the edge of ecstasy.
"Oohhhhhhhhhhhh," he moaned. He shut his eyes tightly and clenched is teeth, arching his hips still higher into the air. I knew it wouldn't be long until he came.
Cautiously, leaving one hand in place on his bare ass, I lifted the other one out. I felt lightly on the outside of his pants and found the outline of the key there. Carefully I started to slip my fingers into his pocket.
Melba saw me reaching for it. To distract him, she started sucking him even harder, as hard as she could, and she let her teeth graze lightly the swollen rim of his blunt cockhead. He was completely wrapped up in the sensations of the moment. Melba was doing her utmost, and that was considerable.
In and out, in and out slid his prick as Joe moaned and grunted with exquisite pleasure. He grabbed Melba's head and forced it down onto his lap, pressing his dick deeper and deeper into her throat. A few more seconds and he would shoot.
As I felt him nearing the climax, I took my index finger and placed it at the tiny pucker of his asshole. I held it ready there. I held my other hand in position at the top of his pants pocket with the key in it.
Then I felt him give out with a big push. "Aauuuuughh!" he cried out in that delicious moment of orgasm, and he pumped as hard as he could into Melba's mouth. Right at that moment I stuck my finger about one inch into his asshole. "Oonnnnnhhhhhhh," he grunted at this strange new pleasure. He was completely unaware of the fact that my other hand had stolen into his pocket and lifted out the key to the cell.
I quickly looked around me on the cot to where I had seen one of the pairs of handcuffs. They were open, and lying right behind me, As Joe was climaxing, pumping his warm load into Melba's throat, he had both his hands on her head, holding it down on his dick. His wrists were together. Perfect, I thought. I slipped my hand out of his pants and grabbed the cuffs. Then I saw the other pair lying on the floor and had a better idea. I hooked one loop around a loop on the first pair and closed it. Then stealthily, while Joe was still climaxing wildly into Melba's mouth, I slipped the first pair around his wrists and closed them. Now he was my prisoner! At first he didn't even notice, he was so engrossed in coming. Melba was still swallowing. He must have had a big load, because it seemed like she had swallowed a lot already. But finally he relaxed his body and started to take his hands away from her head.
Only then did he notice that he had handcuffs on.
"Huh?" he said, with a bewildered look on his face. "What's going on here?"
Quickly, before he had time to assess the situation, I deftly pulled the other loop of the second pair of cuffs, which were hooked into the pair on his wrists, and closed it around the iron slat on the side of the bed. He was caught.
"Hey!" he cried, shock at this sudden turn of events. He was still rather fuzzy, since he was coming down off the high of having his cock sucked off. In fact, Melba still had her head between his thighs, and was just taking his now-deflating prick from between her lips. It hung down from his opened fly, surrounded by his curly brown pubic hair. She was licking her lips like a cat after lapping up a saucer of milk.
"Sorry, baby," I said. "But we're splitting this scene. You're a nice guy, and I'm glad we got a chance to do something nice for you. But now you can do something nice for us. In fact, you already have." And I showed him the key to the cell which I had fished out of his pocket.
In a flash he had the whole thing figured out. Anger leapt into his eyes and instinctively he reached for the key, forgetting that he was chained to the bed. The handcuffs reminded him of this rather forcefully, and he cursed at his helplessness.
Melba had been looking out the window. Suddenly she whirled around and said, "Let's get out of here. Here come the other three!"
In a split second we unlocked the door, locked it after us (I held on to the key, just to throw another monkey wrench into their works), and were in the outer office. In a frenzy we went through the drawers of the desks, looking for the keys to our bikes. I found them in the top drawer of the desk where Joe had been sitting. I threw Melba hers and we split out the door, calling a merry goodbye.
We had no time to lose. The patrol car was only two blocks away. Quickly I jumped on my bike and Melba jumped on hers. Glancing hurriedly around, I saw the car headed our way. In a flash we had the motors started. (Thank God for electric starters!) By this time the three cops were only a block away. I guess they heard the motors starting up, because I saw them suddenly realizing that we were on our bikes and ready to get away.
I saw ex-Marine, who was sitting in the front, suddenly point our way, and the car gave a surge ahead. They were almost upon us.
"Let's jet!" I shouted above the din, and with a whirl of dust all around us, we spun out of our parking space in front of the police station. We were of one mind as we both headed in the same direction-away from the highway, but in the other direction from the patrol car. That way they would lose time by having to turn around.
We passed right by them. Just to make them mad, I blew them a kiss as we roared by. Chubby, who was driving, tried to grab me as I went by his window, but he just missed. They were boiling mad!
With tires screeching and all of them hollering, they pulled a U-turn right in the middle of town. The street wasn't quite wide enough and they ended up on the sidewalk for part of the way. And before we were even three blocks away, they were in hot pursuit. Melba and I had to do some mean riding. I gunned my engine and gripped the seat tightly with my thighs. We sped up and headed for the outskirts of town, praying that no cars would come out of the many side streets feeding off of Main Street. None did, but slowly the cops were gaining on us. Somehow we were going to have to pull another fast turn.
We pushed our machines as fast as we dared go on those country roads. I watched my speedometer climb up past 50, 60, 65, then 70. Ahead of us I saw a road leading off to the right about a hundred yards ahead. I signaled to Melba that we should turn down it. She nodded.
We gradually slowed to about fifty and took the turn at that speed. This had given the cops a chance to catch up on us, but they were unprepared for our sudden turn. They were going so fast that they almost whizzed right by. But just in time they turned down, too. The road turned out to have a lot of gravel on it, so we had to be very careful not to slide and skid. We were hoping that it would loop around and lead us back to Main Street via connecting streets. But to our dismay we found that we were in a dead end. There was no way out. We knew they could block us off if we tried to pass them going back the other way. Both sides of the road were lined thickly with fruit trees. This seemed to be in the middle of some kind of orchard.
Just then I spotted something a few yards away from us. It was a road, a dirt road that started to lead in the direction of Main Street. I yelled excitedly and pointed to it. Melba saw it too, and shrugged her shoulders. What did we have to lose? Gunning our engines, we sped onto it just as the patrol car, carrying our three would-be captors in it, lurched into the dead end.
Holding tightly onto my machine, I raced over the dusty rutted trail through the orchard. Melba was right behind me-I could hear the familiar drone of her engine. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that they were turning around. That could mean one of two things: either they were giving up the chase, or they knew where this dirt road came out and would try to head us off there. I considered the second possibility the most probable. Our only hope lay in beating them to that spot.
The trees seemed to fly by us as we raced over that bumpy trail. My ass was going to pay for this later, I thought. I felt every rock and every hole that the wind and rain had gouged in the earth. The trail was fairly straight, and soon we could see that we were approaching Main Street and the edge of town diagonally. Through the gaps in the trees I could see the road. There were no cars on it yet-no sign of our pursuers. Hoping against hope that they really had given up, I sped onwards toward where this dirt trail fed onto the road. Then I saw the white and black car appear over the crest of the hill and my heart sank. Well, we still had a slight lead on them and with any luck we could make it onto the road ahead of them.
I took it up to sixty miles as hour, a ludicrous speed for such a road. The engine whined and the wheels seemed to complain as they flew over the rough surface. I was approaching the road, almost upon it. Suddenly I saw, approaching from the left, a huge trailer truck coming fast. Oh God, I though, if we have to wait for it to pass all is lost. Putting on a final burst of speed I charged out onto the main highway right into the path of the oncoming truck. Melba roared out right after me.
If we had been a split second later one or both of us would have been smashed to bits by that truck. We missed it by inches. The driver was so shocked that he slammed on his brakes. His back end was going so fast that the whole truck jackknifed itself across the highway. I heard another frantic squeal of tires, and I knew that it was the patrol car, completely blocked by this huge truck which had splayed itself across the road, coming to a hasty stop.
We had just whizzed by the back end before it skidded onto the wrong side of the street.
We were saved! I took one final look over my shoulder to make sure that they couldn't follow us. I saw the three men, running from around the truck, vainly trying to catch up with us on foot. They were shaking their fists and yelling their heads off. It was hilarious. Melba and I were laughing triumphantly.
We were approaching the center of town, and now that we were in no more danger, we reduced our speed to a more sensible level. The few people who were out on the street stared at us, probably had no idea of the exciting chase scene which had gone on right in their town. Slowly we went by the jail where Joe was probably still locked to the bed. That is, unless he had found a good locksmith, I thought to myself, patting my asspocket where I had dropped the key to his handcuffs. I figured I would keep it as a memento of this place. We rode slowly through the center of town, taking a good look at everything, now that we were free agents. We passed by pleasant looking shops and homes, which grew sparser and sparser as we got closer to the interstate.
Finally we got to the highway. And with that fine sense of urgency with which we left every place to find the new ones, we roared out onto that westbound lane and didn't stop travelling until we had crossed the border into Texas.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Days later we were still reminiscing over that episode in our travels. As we sat around our campfires remembering the look on Joe's face when he found out we had the key, or the three cops shaking their fists after us, we broke into gales of laughter.
We had been having a rather uneventful journey through Texas. Everything stayed quiet and we met no one. We rode past flat fields and small towns, with the ever-present oil drills pumping away into the earth. We took our time and spent much of our time at our camp sites, just enjoying the quiet and solitude.
On the third day after our "kidnap escapade," as we were to refer to it long afterwards, we reached New Mexico. The Land of Enchantment, said the New Mexico license plates, and to me they were right. It had that rugged beauty found only in desert places, with wide open spaces and magical rock formations growing out of the hard earth. We crossed the border at the southeastern corner of the state and were headed in the direction of Carlsbad Caverns. It was getting towards dusk though, so we decided to find a camp for the night.
Usually we could find designated camping areas all along the roadway. We were on a back road, though, and I guess there weren't too many sites. We rode for quite a while without finding anywhere to stop. We didn't like to set up camp after dark, as it was impossible to see what we were doing. But we were still riding when the sun set, a giant red ball straight ahead of us against the horizon. The land all around us was barren and dry, with scraggly little shrub growing everywhere.
There was just a little light left in the sky when we spotted a small farmhouse up ahead with lights twinkling in the window. We stopped to discuss our plans.
"I bet if we go up to the door and ask if we could sleep in their barn, they wouldn't mind," Melba suggested.
"It's worth a try," I said.
We approached the farm slowly on our motorcycles. We turned down the gravel driveway, cutting our engines about one hundred feet from the small front porch. We dismounted, walked up to the front door, and knocked. I heard some sounds inside, then a young baby started crying. In a few seconds the door swung open about twelve inches and a woman peered cautiously out at us. She was a lovely, petite, dark-skinned woman, of Mexican heritage I figured.
"Yes?" she said timidly.
"Excuse us if we are bothering you," Melba said politely. We were looking for a place to camp, but we couldn't find one on this road. We were wondering if you have a barn or somewhere we could sleep for the night."
"We'd be glad to pay you," I added.
She looked at us carefully. "I ask my husband," she said quickly, and closed the door.
We stood there waiting for her to come back. We could hear her talking in Spanish to her husband inside. From the sound of it, I thought he didn't want us to stay. She seemed to be for it. They argued for a few minutes. Then the door opened again and he looked out. He was a very attractive man. He was of medium build, with skin much the same dark color as his wife's, and he had a strong face with thick, jet-black hair framing it. His eyes were large and soft brown in color. He seemed very surprised when he got a look at us. I don't know what he was expecting, but he certainly seemed pleased. He looked over my body very carefully, and then did the same with Melba. Then he broke into a wide grin and threw the door open.
"Come in, come in," he urged, with a slight accent that I found very appealing. He turned to his wife who was a few feet behind him and said, "Yes, I think you are right. They can sleep in the barn. The loft will be very comfortable." Then back to us he said, "I wish we had room here in the house. But you see, it is very small. And we have a small baby."
"Oh, that will be fine!" I assured him. "We expect no more than that. You are kind enough as it is."
"But please," he said, again looking at me very closely, "come have a beer with us. We have some cold. You see, we don't often have visitors."
"Thank you," Melba and I both echoed each other. "Beer sounds wonderful." And indeed it did, after a hard day on the road.
The woman smiled charmingly at us and we followed them into the kitchen. The house was very tiny. It had only the small living room where we had come in, a bedroom off the living room, and this kitchen with barely enough room for the four of us. They were obviously quite poor, though the house was clean and neat and attractive.
We all introduced ourselves. His name was Ricardo and hers, was Juanita. Ricardo went to get the beers out of the refrigerator and Juanita left the room. She came back in a few minutes carrying a small bundle which was squalling its lungs out. Their baby.
It was the cutest, tiniest thing I have ever seen. It was a little boy, Ricardo proudly told us, and they had named him Manuel. We admired him and oohed and aahed over him for a while, and then she took him back to bed.
We learned that Juanita had delivered him herself, with the help of a neighbor woman who lived a few miles away. Manuel was only two weeks old. We sat there drinking our beer and exchanging small talk. They told us of their life there on the farm. We told them of our travels and all the different places we had been to and hoped to go to.
We sat there late into the night, talking and laughing quietly. After we had only been there for an hour it was as though we were old friends. But the whole time there was a slight undercurrent, a sort of electric current in the air. It was definitely sexual. Ricardo was paying extra attention to me. Everytime I would say something, he would lean in very close and fix me with a deep stare. I found it impossible to ignore it, though I didn't want to anyway. His eyes would roam over my body, and I could feel them, almost as if they were tiny hands, exploring and caressing me invisibly. I shuddered, feeling a strong desire for this man start to burn in my vitals.
I too was admiring his body. He was wearing rough workpants and no shirt. His arms and shoulders were strong and powerful, the skin dark and smooth and hairless. His chest was broad and muscular, with a small patch of dark hair in the middle that I wanted to run my hands through. Every once in a while I would realize that he had said something to me that I didn't hear because I was so busy looking at his body and fantasizing having sex with him.
I worried that Juanita would notice. I glanced her way several times, but each time she seemed engrossed in conversation with Melba. In fact, as the evening wore on, we became split into two groups. Melba and Juanita were talking and Ricardo and I were talking. At one point, when he saw me looking nervously at Juanita, he said, "Don't worry about her. We understand each other." I wasn't sure exactly what he meant, but I trusted him enough not to worry about it. Anyway, she didn't seem perturbed, even when he pulled his chair up close to mine and started tracing circles on my bare legs.
Maybe she wasn't perturbed by it, but I was. My cunt was already starting to throb just by looking at him, and here he was teasing me into a new sexual state of arousal. He put one arm around the back of my chair and leaned very close to me, staring right down onto my boobs. They were quite swollen with desire, and my tits were hard and erect through the tight sweater-top I was wearing.
I was never much of a drinker, and the one beer I had made me feel slightly lightheaded. Ricardo stroked my hair, admiring the light blonde color of it. His fingers brushed my neck, sending chills racing up and down my spine.
"You have never been married?" he asked me in his deep voice with the slight accent. When I answered no he replied, "That is too bad. Some man would be very lucky to get you." I told him that I thought maybe someday I would settle down, but right now I was too interested in all men to concentrate on one man. I liked my freedom.
"Yes, I know what you mean," he said. "But we have a good arrangement. When Juanita and I got married, we promised each other to stay as free as we could with each other. Don't you think that's the way it should be?" he asked, leaning real close to my face so that I could hardly focus on him. His lips were inches away from mine. My mind was not on his question at all, but on the smooth full mouth so close to my own. I leaned forward, ready for the kiss, forgetting all else.
Abruptly he stood up, and I was shocked back onto a more conscious level. "I think it is time for bed," he announced. Juanita and Melba, interrupted from an engrossing conversation, looked up at him.
"Yes, I am tired," agreed Juanita. I looked at her closely for the first time since we had knocked on their front door. She was a beautiful woman, with wide-set dark eyes, high cheekbones, and a slender, noble neck. She was small, but had a nicely proportioned body, with a narrow waist that flared out into full, voluptuous hips. Her breasts were large, probably swollen with milk for her baby.
"I'm ready for some sleep too," said Melba, and I heartily agreed with her.
"I will show you to the barn," said Ricardo. He took my arm, giving me shivers up and down my spine, and ushered us out the back door. He picked up a kerosene lantern on the back step and lit it. The barn was about two hundred yards behind the house, a small, ramshackle building. We got inside and Ricardo showed us the few animals they owned-a couple of goats, a cow and some chickens. They stirred slightly when we entered, but didn't take too much notice of us. I hadn't been around animals too much before, so I was a little nervous.
"Don't be afraid of them," Ricardo assured us. "They are all gentle as can be." Next to one of the stalls was a ladder leading up into a hayloft. It was there that we would sleep. He handed Melba the lantern. "Careful," he warned. "Don't drop this or the whole place will go up in flames." He watched as she climbed the ladder into the loft. Her ass swayed gently back and forth as she mounted the steps. Ricardo watched with great interest. Then to me he said, "You have blanket?"
"Oh!" I exclaimed. "I forgot all about it. I'll go get our sleeping bags. They're strapped onto our bikes," I explained.
"I will go with you. It is dark and I know the way." Silently we walked through the still night around the house to where the bikes were parked. I loosened the bags, handed one to Ricardo, and we carried them back to the barn. As we reached the barn door, I started to open it. Ricardo restrained my arm.
"Wait, Sandy," he said. Then he pushed me back against the door, leaned up against me, and kissed me full on the lips. His lips were soft and moist, his tongue insistent as it forced its way into my mouth. I was stunned and aroused. Willingly I parted my lips to let his tongue pass through. It caressed my teeth and the inner recesses beyond. I groaned. He leaned his body into me, pressing the firm bulge of his virile cock into my crotch. I could feel it throbbing hotly against me, and wished desperately for it inside me. Then his hand reached up and cupped my breast and I groaned again. He caressed the swollen aching flesh softly, playing with the hard tit between his fingers. And he kissed me again, and again, until I almost swooned. My heart was pounding in my chest and my pussy was on fire with lust.
"Oh, Ricardo," I breathed while my hand groped in the darkness for his cock. I found the hardened organ and gripped it tightly, frigging up and down on it through his pants. "I've got to have you. I'm so hot for you." He kissed me again, his hands on my shoulders, pinning me tightly to the door. Then they roamed freely over my full breasts while he arched his hips into me.
He whispered in my ear, "Not right now. I go in to my wife now. I come for you at dawn. You be ready?"
I nodded dumbly, not knowing how in the world I could possibly wait that long. He opened the barn door and I went in. I found my way to the ladder and up into the loft, aided by the light from the latent. When I got up there, I tossed Melba her sleeping bag. She had smoothed down two beds in the straw. She looked at my flushed face and tousled hair.
"My, looks like you and Ricardo had quite a tumble in the hay!"
"Not yet," I answered ruefully, rubbing my aching cunt. She grinned. Then I said, "I don't know what it is about some men. But they just send me all a flutter. Line was the same way. I just couldn't rest until I got a healthy taste of their cocks."
"I know what you mean," said Melba. "Happens to me too. What do you think I'm on the road for? I'm hoping I meet up with lots of those."
We took off our clothes and settled in to our sleeping bags. The hay made a soft bed, and the animals below kept the small barn warm. They were smelly, but it was a clean, good smell.
It took me a long time to fall asleep. My body was still aroused with desire for Ricardo, the blood still pounding from his deep kisses and urgent caresses. But finally my tiredness overcame me and I slept soundly until the dark quiet hour just before dawn.
I was awakened by footsteps on the ladder. Ricardo's? No, they were going down the ladder. They crossed the barn floor quietly. Then I heard the door creak open, then shut, and then all was silent again. I reached my hand over and felt Melba's sleeping bag. Empty. It must have been her going out. I wondered where she was going, but I was glad I would be alone when Ricardo came. I lay there in the darkness, waiting impatiently for the man. My cunt was impatient too-it had been waiting for many hours for its pleasure. It started to throb when I remembered last night as he kissed me against the barn door.
Through the window of the loft I saw the first gray rays of light start to peep over the horizon. And then I heard the barn door open. The animals stirred slightly under me. I looked over the edge of the loft and saw him coming to me. Soundlessly he walked with bare feet over the floor below. Then he reached the ladder. His muscles rippled on his bare arms as he pulled his weight up the wooden rungs. His head reached the top. He looked over and saw me lying there with my bag pulled up over my naked breasts.
He smiled at me. "Sandy," he said softly. I held my arms out to him. Swiftly he came to me. He pulled open my sleeping bag and I was naked underneath. He sucked in his breath when he saw my body, glowing white in the thin morning light. My breasts were two creamy mounds with their dark brown nipples puckered and erect. My belly was softly curved, like a fertile valley-my navel a small dark crater in the center. My thighs, long and fleshy, parted slightly for him, inviting him to taste what lay between.
Hurriedly he took off his pants. I gasped when I saw his huge dick flop out. It was long and thick, darkish in color, and the sides were lined with a network of blue veins that seemed to pulse and throb in time with the fast beating of my heart. He grinned. "You like a Mexican cock?" he said.
"I sure do," I answered. "And I love your cock. It's so big and hard!" I took it lovingly in my hands and felt the smooth shaft, slowly playing my fingers over the sensitive tip. He gave a low moan and knelt beside me on the hay. Lightly, teasingly, he ran his fingers up and down the length of my body like someone playing the piano. I shivered with pleasure, especially when he touched my breasts or the tops of my thighs. Then he took both breasts in his strong hands and cupped the twin melons firmly. He drew his fingers lightly over the quivering skin, back and forth, and then in small circles around the puckered brown ridges of my tits. This wrung a gasp from my lips, and he looked down at me and smiled. "You'll gasp harder than that before I'm through with you," he said in a voice that sounded almost threatening. I didn't know what he had in store for me, but I was most anxious to find out.
The gentleness in his face turned to cruelty suddenly and he pinched my tits, hard. I winced with the sharp pain, which gradually subsided, leaving the flesh throbbing with even stronger pleasure. Then he grew kind again.
"I know that sometimes a little pain can bring greater pleasure to a woman," he said. "With my wife it is true. With you, too?" he asked, pinching my tits even harder.
My answer was the low groan that escaped my lips as every nerve ending in my body responded not only to his cruel fingers, but to his words as well.
He was fully in control of me now, and I lay there before him, naked and submissive to his will. He stroked my body with the skill of a master, priming me for exquisite sensual pleasure. His hands played up and down the length of my belly, massaging and teasing the naked flesh. Every so often he would brush the top of my Venus mound, covered with my curly pubic hair. I would groan and plead with him to go further, to touch my aching cunt, but he had his own ideas. My legs were splayed wide; my tortured pussy oozing its sticky juice. I could feel it dripping down from my twat and coating my ass crack and anus with its slick lubrication.
Changing positions now, he knelt between my outspread thighs. He had a clear view of my cunt, swollen like a blooming flower thick with honey. His strong fingers gripped the vulnerable flesh on the insides of my legs and forced them apart as far as they could go. I was completely open to him. He leaned down and kissed the quivering skin. Thrills raced up my legs to my pussy, sending the nerve endings jolts of electricity. My loins pulsed with excitement.
His lips placed tiny kisses all up and down the insides of my thighs from my knees to right next to my steaming twat. "Oonnhhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned as he drew near my pussy, hoping that he would plunge his face into my slopping hole. But he was teasing me, and he kissed down to my knees again.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," I moaned as his wet lips traced a path along the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs. As he kissed me he reached up and massaged my breasts, every now and then squeezing hard on the nipples which thrust out like hard rubber. Then he would stroke my belly, drawing his fingers down the sides of my waist. My whole body was a pleasure center, and he was controlling it skillfully, bringing me to greater heights of sexual ecstasy.
He reached around under and gripped my asscheeks, digging his fingers hard into those fleshy mounds. One hand found the tiny dark bud of my anus and tickled it, making me squirm with agitation. Then he brought a finger down near my steaming hot cunthole, wiggling it right at the creaming entrance to my joy hole.
"Uunnhhhhhhhh, stick it in, stick it in," I pleaded with him. He grinned evilly.
"Not yet, my sweet. We must take things slow," he replied.
I didn't know how much more of this sweet agony I could take. He hadn't even touched my cunt yet, and I felt like I was ready to come. He was driving me crazy with lust. His finger went back up to my asshole and teased me there. Then back down to my cunt. "Ooooonnhhhhhh!" I gasped every time he neared my drenched pussy.
Finally he touched me on my burning cunt and I almost screamed with the intense pleasure; I was so aroused. His fingers probed deep into my slushing hole and my pussy gave a humid gush of pleasure. "Aaaannnnhhhh!" I groaned as his finger assaulted my private parts, pushing its way up into the liquefied walls of my cuntal passage.
He was still sliding his lips wetly up and down the inner part of my thighs. Finally he slithered his tongue out and licked my throbbing clit. "OOohhhhhhh!" I shrieked with wild ecstasy as his mouth closed over the turgid organ and sucked. He caught the swollen bud between his teeth and jerked it this way and that, sending impulses racing to every nerve ending in my seething loins. Then he would close his soft lips over it, sucking gently but insistently. "Mmmnnn, Unhhhhhh," I was moaning as he urged me on to greater sexual pleasure.
Then his tongue flickered out and licked up and down the smooth grooves of my inner labia. It scooped up the juice smothering my cunt and smeared it back over my pulsating love button. I practically doubled up with the intense pleasure every time he did that; my legs were flopping uselessly about.
One hand tickled the dark recesses of my asscrack while the other probed the depths of my dripping box. Ricardo's tongue was slithering wetly over my tumescent pussy grooves as his lips smacked tightly onto my blood-engorged clitoris. I was yelling and moaning like a banshee, no longer aware of anything except the burning need of my cunt.
My head was tossing back and forth deliriously while my fingers grasped at the straw on both sides of me, digging and kneading like a cat's claws. My boobs were leaving on my chest as my whole body rocked in uncontrollable passion.
"Ohh, eat me!" I wailed. "Eat me out, suck my pussy!" his assault on my steaming snatch was relentless. His tongue flickered wetly through the smooth inner grooves of my cuntlips, then back over the downy outer labia. I looked down at Ricardo and watched him as he drew his face from my pussy. His chin was smeared with my juice and he hovered there, inhaling the warm aroma of my sex. He smiled wickedly, as though he knew the full extent of the power he was having over me. And I'm sure he did, because I was thrashing and moaning there before him, begging him to eat me, suck me, fuck me.
I felt his finger slide out of the slick walls of my cunt. I moaned with the loss of it. He gripped my asscheeks, pulling them wide apart, and felt with his finger for the dark bud of my anus. He found it, and pushed his finger roughly through the tight rectal muscle and into the pasty depths beyond. The feeling was incredible! My asshole felt stuffed while my cunt was achingly empty. My clit throbbed hotly, covered with my musky sex juice.
Again he lapped out with his tongue onto my thrusting love bud, sending me into paroxysms of unbelievable pleasure. "Nnnnaaaaaahh!" I choked as that fleshy organ urged me on to unbearable heights of tortuous desire. "Ooohhhhhhh!" I screamed as it jabbed up into my quim, slithering the juice over my nether lips as it went.
"Oh, fuck me, give me your cock!" I wailed, unable to endure this sweet agony any longer. "Fuuuccckkkk Mmeeeee!" Ricardo slurped on my turgid clit a few more times, and then finally decided it was time to give me what I wanted so badly.
He pulled his face away and grasped my waist with his strong hands. He pulled himself up so that his dick was positioned at the gates to my pleasure-wracked joy box. I quivered with anticipation. He placed the hard blunt tip onto my nectar-coated slit. Then, agonizingly slowly, he pushed, parting the pliant flesh easily. He penetrated up to one inch and stopped.
"Nngggghhhhhaaaaahhhh!" I cried, writhing frantically, trying to pull his fiery shaft deeper into my aching void. "More, please, more!" His hands seized my breasts and squeezed them, adding to the fantastic sensations he was already giving me. He shoved in another inch.
"Oh, baby, you're so good," I moaned, as my legs flopped weakly about. My entire body was consumed with the burning need to have his cock rammed in to the hilt. My seething cuntal walls were contracting viciously, trying to pull him deeper into me. My slit was swallowing voraciously at his shaft, as though it would engulf the entire huge length.
One more inch. I could feel my cunt being stretched to accommodate his gigantic organ; the drenched walls were spasming rhythmically around the probing tip.
"Aannhhhhh, do it, do it," I shrieked desperately, trying to impale myself on him. He smiled at me evilly, pinching and mauling at my rock-hard nipples.
"You want more?" he coaxed me. "I don't know if I want to give you any more."
"Oohhhh, please, yes. Give me more. Pleeeeaaasse!"
He shoved in another delicious inch. I screamed in ecstasy. His hands were ripping at my boobs, intensifying the amazing sensations I was receiving from his cock. Then one more inch. My hips bucked and danced, my ass rocked up and down crazily while my pussy pulled and drew on him.
Then, with one titanic shove, he rammed all the way in. I felt his cock plow into me and jam into the very tip of my womb. In one incredible second I was searingly filled with his magnificent length. I let out a wrenching shriek.
"Nnnngggggaaauuugggghhhhh!" I yelled as he began to pump at me, pulling out and then ramming back in with powerful strokes. His lips were at my earlobe.
"I'm gonna give it to you, little girl," he murmured, giving me rushes of seductive pleasure. His cock jabbed forcefully into my cunt, reaming me out with violent thrusts. My hips met his strokes, wantonly mashing themselves into his firm belly. His shaft rubbed my clit as it blasted into my tumescent snatch. My tender membranes clutched at him as he split my canal mercilessly; he sank all the way into the lush seething wetness of my convulsing tunnel.
The orgasm started to build in the deepness of my vitals and I shuddered convulsively. "Ahhhhh, oohhhhh," I gasped as incredible jolts of electricity coursed through my belly, prodded by his swollen tool. The sensations were building to a feverish pitch. Any second I would go flying over the brink and be blasted apart with a ripping climax.
In and out, in and out, he stroked rhythmically, I felt the first ripples start to spread through my quivering cunt.
"I'm coming, oh, oh, oh, I'm commmmmiiiinnngggggg!" I shrieked as it shattered through me like liquid lightning. Incredible sensations coursed through my tortured flesh in sweet waves of erotic pleasure; they seemed to multiply upon themselves, washing over me like violent waves in an ocean storm.
His hard prick thrust in and out of me relentlessly, like a fleshy battering ram. It rubbed my clitoris on each stroke, and then reached way up to massage my cervical chamber. My velvety canal membranes clutched and shuddered around his fiery shaft like fingers on a hand, milking every inch of pleasure out of it.
Our bellies were slapping together as our pelvises ground into each other. His hands had seized my ass and were pulling me up to him. My nails raked his back as I thrashed in the throes of my incredible orgasm.
He rode me out like a racehorse to the finish line. Finally the tremendous waves of sensation subsided and I lay under him, panting for breath. He was still thick and hard inside me.
He smiled down at me. "You come good, Sandy?" he asked with that charming accent. Breathless, I nodded.
"I come very good," I answered.
"Now it is my turn!" he grunted, as in one swift move he rolled over, clutching me to him so that I ended up on top of him, still impaled on his erect organ. "Now you fuck me!" he commanded. "Screw me good!"
I was more than happy to obey. He grabbed my boobs, which now hung from my chest in front of his face. He began to pinch and pull at them unmercifully, driving me wild with a new onslaught of erotic sensations. I could feel his turgid pole thrust hard into the very depths of my seething canal.
I began to manipulate my hips up and down on top of him, keeping to a slow, tantalizing rhythm. I threw my weight forward and raised my body up, posed like a cobra ready to strike. I threw my swelled boobs lasciviously into his hands and he worked the flesh like dough, kneading and massaging it.
"Mmmmmnnnnn," I murmured, feeling the sparks of a second orgasm starting to light in my loins. I sat back and lowered myself onto his rigid cock, feeling it sticking into me as far as it could go, poking deep into my womb.
"Oh, yes," moaned Ricardo, stroking my breasts and arching up with his hips. His voice was hypnotic to me, and spurred me on to more wanton thrusting. I shoved my ass down on him with frantic abandon and wild motions as I got hotter and hotter with my own growing climax. My steaming pussy was clutching at him so hard that he had to clench his teeth to hold out from coming right away. I could feel his erection throbbing and pulsating bigger and harder than it had been when I came the first time.
He thrust his pelvis up at me and I answered him with wild hammering of my own hips, taking everything he had to give me with voracious hunger. My tits jiggled and flopped in his face and my hair spilled over my shoulders and onto his broad chest and shoulders.
He was breathing hard now between his clenched teeth and I could tell he was getting ready to shoot. I was moaning and whimpering, and that seemed to drive him even wilder with his burning need to come.
"Oh, fuck me, screw me!" he shouted, as he drove his tool like a jackhammer into my hot pussy.
"Ahhh, stick it in me, shove it up me!" I shrieked as I felt myself nearing a second shattering orgasm. My cunt was tight against him, clutching wetly at the hot sides of his thrusting shaft. His blunted cocktip jabbed and poked at my cervix, pricking me on to greater erotic pleasures.
"Nnnhhh, nnnhhhhh," he gasped, pumping at me, hell-bent for leather, his whole body shuddering with ecstasy at the approach of his climax. His muscles were taut and his breath came sharp. His teeth were tightly clenched and his eyes were gripped shut. Our genitals made lewd smacking sounds as they hit against each other, and the sounds came faster and faster as we both neared the point of ecstasy. His soaking wet balls slammed against my inner thighs as he drove home with his hard throbbing sword.
He grabbed at me wildly, his cruel fingers digging violently into my tits, my ass, my hair. His mouth sucked and his tongue licked at my flesh, drinking it in as though he could never get enough.
He stroked mercilessly into my cunt. Then I felt the first few shudders of orgasm start to ripple through my belly. "I'm coming, oh my God, I'm coooommmmmiiiii-nnngg!" I shrieked as it ripped through me, more intensely than the first one had.
Then he let go, and it was like a dam breaking. "Nnngggghhhaaahh!" he grunted as his rod jerked again and again, pouring streams of hot sticky come into my eager waiting womb. My cunt walls spasmed violently around his shaft, sucking at him, soaking up all of it and squeezing it out of him.
He shot and squirted until I thought he would never stop, and I felt like I would go spinning into orbit with the unbelievable erotic sensations his pistoning rod was giving me as I came all around it.
Finally my passion began to subside, and his cock ran out of its milky spunk. "Aahhhh, ohhhh," I moaned exhaustedly as I collapsed against him, relishing the feel of my supple tits against his smooth chest. He held me in his arms tenderly as his dick began to shrink back to size. We lay there in the fragrant straw, breathing heavily and basking in the warm glow of after-sex pleasure.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I guess I had fallen into a light slumber, because I was awakened suddenly by the sound of a cow mooing underneath the loft. I lay wrapped in Ricardo's strong arms with my sleeping bag pulled up around us. He stirred, awakened also by the noise.
"Oh," he groaned sleepily. "The old heifer needs her tits squeezed. Just like some other females I know." He yanked my nipples playfully. I squealed with girlish laughter and rolled away from him on the hay. My naked body crushed down the straw beneath me, and it rose up around me like a soft downy bed. He rolled after me and caught me, and we wrestled against each other for a while. I fought and scratched, but he was too strong, and finally pinned me to the floor, holding my arms with his strong hands.
"I wish we had time for some more lovemaking," he said regretfully. "But I must get up and start my day's work."
"Yes, I know," I answered sadly. "We should be on our way soon anyway." For the first time since I had heard her steal out of the barn, I thought of Melba. Where had she gone, I wondered. Well, maybe she went for a long walk in the dawn. Then I said, "Won't you let us do some chores around here, to pay you back for your nice hospitality.
Ricardo laughed softly. "You have paid me back tenfold with the pleasure of your body. But if you insist, you can help Juanita and me with a few things. But let's go have some breakfast first."
Quickly I dressed, putting on the same clothes I had worn yesterday. Ricardo slipped on his pants and we climbed down the ladder together. The cow was mooing louder and louder. He told me to go to the house, that he would be along after he had milked her.
I let myself out of the barn and headed toward the house in the cool early morning air. Ricardo had told me not to worry about Juanita, but I still felt rather nervous as I approached the back door. Surely she would know that he had come to me in the barn. Surely she would be at least a little jealous. But when I opened the door, I was in for a big surprise. Juanita and Melba were locked in a tight embrace where they stood together, and were kissing passionately! I could see them grinding their pelvises together, and Juanita let out a soft moan.
They heard me come in and parted, reluctantly I could tell. But with arms around each other still, they greeted me.
"Good morning, Sandy," said Juanita in a most happy and friendly manner. In a flash I realized where Melba had gone, and why Juanita wouldn't be jealous if Ricardo slept with me. She and Melba had obviously slept together. I guess they had planned it last night as we sat talking among the four of us.
"Good morning, you two beauties," I said, very relieved at this turn of events. They both laughed self-consciously, giving each other coy looks, as though remembering past pleasures given. Then Juanita busied herself getting breakfast together, and I could hear Ricardo coming in from the barn.
"I volunteered us for a few chores," I said to Melba, looking at her with some wonder. As I said, I had never had a Lesbian experience before, and knowing that she had made me very curious about it. I would have to ask her later.
"Good," she replied. "I thought about that myself, and mentioned it to Juanita. She said we could help her with some clean-up and gardening. That sounded like a good arrangement to me.
Ricardo came in and we all sat down to a hearty breakfast of eggs, homemade biscuits and good hot coffee. After we were done, Melba and I washed up the dishes and joined Juanita in her small vegetable garden, pulling out weeds and turning over the hard caked dirt.
When we were finished with that, it was time to leave. We strapped our packs back onto our bikes and said our good-byes, sad as they always were. Ricardo and I kissed passionately, and I saw Melba and Juanita also kissing their farewells. Then all four of us put arms around each other and put our heads together in a friendly goodbye.
"You two take care of yourselves, and of little Manuel." we said to them.
"Oh, we will," they answered. "And we will pray for your safe trip."
We started up our engines, mounted our bikes, and with the motors roaring and the tires scratching on the gravel, we were on our way. We headed west again, having planned to see the great Carlsbad Caverns on our way. We had a few hours before we'd get there.
As we sped down the road, I thought about Melba and Juanita sleeping together. I pictured the two of them naked in bed together, and, I have to admit, the thought turned me on. Of course, it was the perfect solution for Juanita, who probably couldn't have sex with a man for several weeks after having her baby. I fantasized about sleeping with Melba and wondered what it would really be like.
After riding for a while we got to the caverns and took the tour through them. They were fantastic. Miles deep they cut down into the earth's crust, with room after room filled with myriad crystalline stalactites and stalagmites. They were very phallic, many like long skinny cocks thrusting up from the rock floor or hanging down from the dripping ceiling. They even had a cafeteria in the caverns, and a ladies' and men's room underground. We had a light snack and left, taking the elevators up into the sunshine.
Naturally we attracted a few stares as we got on our bikes in the parking lots. Men with their fat wives and crabby kids in tow lusted after us openly as our long slim legs and bare midriffs flashed in the sunshine. We revved our motors as we went past them, just to give them a little thrill.
We roared off, leaving a cloud of dust behind us. And still heading due west, we put a few good hours behind us before we found a good spot to camp for the night.
We set up camp as usual and sat quietly around our blazing fire, talking about the caverns, and about staying with Ricardo and Juanita. The; sun was setting over the distant hills, giving everything a dark reddish cast. All I could see of Melba was her noble profile outlined by the glowing sunset.
Then, hesitantly, I said, "What's it like, Melba, having sex with another woman?"
She looked at me. "I was wondering if this would come up," she said, "I wasn't sure if you had ever tried it yourself."
"I never have," I admitted. "And when I figured out that you and Juanita had slept together, well, the idea turned me on."
She smiled at me. "Well, I can either tell you what it's like or I can show you. I'd love to show you, Sandy, because I love you as my friend. It would bring me great pleasure to turn you on."
I thought it over. I, too, loved her as my friend. And I had often felt a strong attraction to her physically. I guess I just never considered having sex with her, but after all, there was no reason not to. I felt a little uneasy about it. But I had felt uneasy before I slept with a man. That didn't stop me from doing it.
"Well-sure," I said finally. "I'm game."
She laughed. "That's a funny way to put it. But never mind. Come into the tent." She held out her slim hand to me and we went into the dark cave-like entrance of the tent. It just so happened that we had camped in an isolated spot this night. There was no one near for miles, probably.
Silently we spread out our air mattresses and sleeping bags to make a soft cover on the hard ground. I lay down and Melba lay beside me. Feeling her light body brush against mine gave me a thrill, and I shivered with anticipation. She sensed my slight nervousness.
"Don't worry, honey," she reassured me. "It's as natural as can be. And it'll feel real good." She leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips. I closed my eyes and experienced the thrill of another woman's mouth on mine.
Her tongue slipped past my lips and probed gently into my oral recesses, searching and caressing the soft membranes within. I responded with my tongue. She played with it skillfully, dodging and darting, licking and sucking, so that when she finally released me from the kiss I was gasping with erotic pleasure.
She kissed me again, lewdly, lasciviously, massaging my tongue and inner cheeks with her tongue. The messages from her tongue were being telegraphed straight down to my cunt, and I started to get wet. I began to squirm in her arms, twisting my ass from side to side, and moaning softly.
Her arms had been around my shoulders. She slid them onto my heaving breasts, her fingers feeling for the nipples under the soft material of my top. Instantly they puckered and she pinched them skillfully, drawing gasps of pleasure from my lips. I let her knead and massage the voluptuous richness of my boobs, giving myself up with abandon to this new pleasure.
Cunningly she undid the buttons on the front of my shirt and lifted it off me. Then she unzipped my shorts, and I hoisted my ass in the air while she pulled them off me. I lay there, naked and aroused, while she stripped off her own clothing. A new desire came over me as I watched her exquisite body come into view-her saucy young breasts with their brown hard tits, and her dainty waist which flared out into firm and supple hips. Her venus mound was covered with her lovely kinky black hair.
Then she cupped my naked breasts in her hands, and I let out a long sigh. And she fell hotly into my arms, her mouth hungrily seeking mine, her tongue straining passionately against mine. I met her fierce assault with a strong response, voraciously sucking on her tongue and mashing my tits against her hands. I was free now to explore and release my desire for her.
"Ahhhh," she murmured as I ground my pelvis against her firm, slender belly. My hands ran up and down her curvaceous back and she began to trace soft, seductive patterns on my chest. The warm nakedness of her body pressed and pulsated against my eager flesh. Her thighs rubbed mine, softness upon softness, yet I could feel her well-toned muscles like steel beneath her velvet brown skin. Our two skin colors contrasted each other beautifully-her bronzed tawniness against my creamy whiteness.
She lowered her body onto mine so that our tits mashed together, and I felt a jolt of erotic electricity race along my nerve endings. My nipples puckered instantly, bunching up and offering themselves to the nipples that pressed against them. We both twisted and turned our shoulders, rubbing our boobs against each other, glorying in the rich eroticism of femininity.
Our pelvises pressed together tightly, grinding hotly, and my pussy lips opened like a flower blooming-swollen and pulsating. The juice began to course down the walls of my canal in a warm-rush until it creamed from my hot slit, lubricating my snatch with frantic desire.
"Aannhhhh!" she groaned, and shoved her box forward, parting my pussy lips with her blood-engorged ones. Our clits met wetly, sending us both into shudders of excitement.
Melba began to slide down the curves of my body, kissing and licking as she went. She buried her face in my tits, sucking at them hungrily. She took them both in her hands and shoved them tightly together, teasing both tender nipples at once with her skilled tongue.
"Mmmmmmmppphhhh!" I choked as each thrilling sensation assaulted me. Then she pushed her tongue into the crack formed by my breasts and began to titillate the cleavage. "Aaannngghhhhh!" I cried as she teased my tits unbearably.
Then she fastened her teeth on the dark pebble of my right tit, slathering it wetly for a few seconds, and then digging in with a series of gentle nips. I gasped and arched my back, shoving the boob into her face. She nibbled on the wide aereola and then licked the soft white flesh surrounding it.
"Oh, eat my tit. Suck it!" I screamed, sinking fast into a deep sea of overwhelming lust.
"Mmmmnnnnnn," she groaned, eagerly biting into the soft fullness of my ample breast. I shoved my boob hard into her mouth and she took it in as deep as she could. Her mouth was filled with tit flesh, and her tongue titillated the erect nipple unbearably.
Then she slid further down the length of my torso, flicking out her tongue skillfully as she went. She dipped it into the tiny crack of my bellybutton, then swirled it around my lower belly. My hips jutted up sharply to meet the caressing licks of my stomach.
Leaving the area of my belly, she knelt down by my feet and started her devastating work down there. She darted out her supple tongue to lick the sensitive crevices round my ankles. I never knew my feet were erogenous zones before, but I was gasping with delight at every spot she licked.
Slowly she began working her way up my legs, licking and tonguing at just the right spots until I was almost screaming with the incredible pleasure of it. She slithered her way up my calves, flicking her tongue from one to the other. Tantalizing erotic sensations were flooding hotly upwards towards my pussy, and I panted breathlessly. She worked her way up the insides of my thighs while I screamed with lustful joy at every dart and lick of her relentless tongue. She blew out her warm breath against my trembling legs, and my thighs parted, begging her to dive into my hot waiting snatch.
"Ohhhh, suck my cunt, eat me out." I pleaded with her while she hovered wickedly over my dripping pussy. She came back to my belly, tracing wet, seductive circles all around my golden pussy fur. Then she began to nibble with her lips, pulling on the hairs from time to time with her teeth, covering my pulsating mound with torturing bites and kisses.
I lifted my ass off the ground, begging her to lick my cunt. Just then she darted down and began once again to lick the trembling insides of my velvety thighs.
"Oh my God," I shrieked out, seeing how mercilessly she was teasing me. I spread my legs wider and wider, my loins quivering uncontrollably with unfulfilled need. Her tongue licked expertly from thigh to thigh, every once in a while dipping down to caress the sensitive backs of my knees.
Finally she slid her face upward, bringing it to rest directly over my throbbing, pulsating cunt. She breathed in deeply, inhaling the fragrance of my sex odor. My clitoris throbbed hotly, frantically waiting for her tongue to caress it wetly. Suddenly she lapped at it hard, sending searing sensations coursing through my cunt.
"Aannnhhh!" I cried out, hardly able to control myself against this sudden onslaught. Her hands massaged my thighs while she parted my furry pussy lips with two fingers. Without warning she shoved her mouth against my wet cunt and sucked, drawing the inner pussy grooves into her talented mouth.
"Aaagghhhhhhhh!" I gasped as unbelievable tremors shook my body. She sucked and released, sucked and released until I almost cried out for mercy. Then she stuck out her tongue and ran it over my turgid love button, causing me to jackknife from the intense sensations. It plowed through the soaking inner grooves, scooping up my copious juices and slathering them all over my hot snatch.
She began to lick and suck even more hungrily, flicking her tongue around my throbbing love button with wanton skill. Then she dipped down and caught the gaping rim of my cunthole in a wide lapping motion. The pussy grooves were spread open wider at every stroke, making them pulsate with desperate eroticism.
My need grew uncontrollably, and I squirmed and shoved my pelvis down harder and harder, mashing my soaking cunt into Melba's beautiful face. She concentrated her expert manipulations directly on my desperate clit, which throbbed hotly with unendurable intensity.
Suddenly she moved her hand into position at the entrance to my oozing hole. She made seductive circles with her fingertips, prying open the slick inner lips.
"Uuhhmmmmm," I gasped, trying frantically to impale myself on that slender hand. "Shove it in," I shrieked. "Do it to me." She pressed hard against my clit with her tongue and shoved violently with three fingers. It felt like they sank in up to her knuckles-anyway, they felt terrific. A ripple of delight passed through my body, and I sighed wantonly.
She started to hand-fuck me in earnest, working her hand in a fierce pumping motion forcefully in and out of my soaking, throbbing cunthole. Her talented tongue was simultaneously teasing my aching love button, bringing it to jerking spasms of delight. The first shudders of growing orgasm rippled through my vitals.
I had completely let myself go and lay in total abandonment of the floor of the tent, spread-eagled, with my ass jerking off the ground, smashing my crotch into Melba's face. She brought her thumb up to my hole and shoved it in; then starting licking at me and hand-fucking me as though she would tear my pleasure wracked body to pieces. I was so close to climax that I was hardly able to breath. I panted lustily as my boobs heaved and flopped about wildly on my chest.
The energy climbed and climbed in my cunt, my clit jerked and throbbed under her skilled manipulation, her hand beat and pumped at my hot pussy. Then in one sudden, searing moment, I came, grinding my cunt frantically against her face and hand. My insides exploded with a shattering orgasm, then dissolved into liquid, carnal waves of glowing erotic sensations.
"Nnnnngggggghhhhhhh!" I choked as she brought me to incredible climax, sucking on my throbbing clit and pistoning relentlessly with her fingers. Finally my body began to jerk with the small exquisite explosions of withdrawal, and Melba released the intense pressure of her tongue on my thrusting love bud. I came down gently from the pinnacle of carnal completion, and she finally released my sated snatch from her mouth.
Gently she lay on top of me, placing one thigh between my legs and over my hot pussy. "Oh my God," I panted. "That was incredible! What have I been missing?"
She smiled and snuggled her tits into my chest. I could feel the wet hotness of her pussy on my thigh. In the aftermath of my own orgasm, I hungered for her cunt. I felt the strong desire to bring her off the same way she brought me off.
Placing my arms gently around her slender shoulders, I rolled her over so that she lay on her back with me atop her. "Turnabout is fair play I've always heard."
"Oh yeah, honey," she sighed. "You can do that to me anytime." She ground her pelvis up at my hips. I looked into her brown eyes and saw the deep hunger there, the burning desire. It was a strange and new feeling for me to be relating to her in this deeply sexual way. It was compelling to me, and it was a sensation I enjoyed very much.
I grasped her breasts in my hands and kneaded the firm ripe flesh. Her tits puckered instantly, and I squeezed them and pinched them experimentally, seeing which tactic drew the most response from her.
She moaned and sighed when I pinched her tits and rubbed the soft flesh of her breasts. She spread her legs in instant invitation. "Eat me out, Sandy," she breathed.
"Suck my cunt."
The sight of her open and willing snatch made me catch my breath sharply. My gaze travelled lustfully down the supple curvaceousness of her young body, down to where her trim thighs met in a tangle of dark pussy hair. Beneath it lay her cunt, and my mouth was starting to water for a taste of it. Gripping her thighs on both sides of her furry pussy, I bent my head down and breathed in the fragrant aroma of her juices, already coating the outer labia. I reached out with my fingers and parted the swollen lips.
"Ooohhhnnhhhhh," she moaned, lying back and abandoning herself to my manipulations. I wasn't experienced in the ways of female love, but I knew what had felt good to me. I wanted to make Melba feel just as good.
It must have turned her on immensely to eat me out, because her clit and cuntlips were already red and swollen, and her musky juice was oozing from her slit.
"Take me," she sighed. "You know what to do. Take me.
I needed no further invitation. I brought my face down to rest between her outspread thighs, into the succulent wetness of her willing snatch. I darted out my tongue and began to lick her clit, dipping down into the grooves in long strokes to catch the flowing juices.
The wetness of her sex fluid lathered my tongue, filling my mouth with the feminine sweet taste of erotic nectar. This was the first time I had ever tasted another woman's pussy. It was heavenly, a musky honeylike taste. I felt myself swinging fully into the excitement of the moment, wanting desperately to make Melba come.
I started lapping my tongue insistently against her throbbing clit, working in circles, teasing it this way and that. Instantly I felt it grow hard, felt it thrust itself against my mouth, begging for fulfillment.
"Aannhhhhhh!" Melba cried excitedly, giving me encouragement to go on. I brought my hands up and began to massage her lovely firm thighs, then went up further to trace tantalizing erotic patterns on her belly.
Her cuntlips were so wide open and distended that I couldn't help myself from diving right in. I sucked the grooves into my mouth and extended my upper lip to catch her clitoris too. Her hips bucked in sudden arousal, and I felt an erotic thrill race through my body. Her juice slathered out onto my tongue, and I lapped it up voraciously, drinking it down like honey wine.
She was trembling with excitement; her shapely ass was lifted into the air as her quim begged for fulfillment. The feeling of control I was getting was very new to me-it gave me a wanton thrill.
I darted my tongue into her cunthole, then slid it up to graze her clit lightly. She gasped with pleasure, then moaned deliriously as I continued this movement in almost unbroken rhythm, driving her wild with erotic sensations. I concentrated all my attention of the tender throbbing love bud, that tiny erect organ that would bring her to climax. I sucked at it and licked it unmercifully, bringing gasps and shrill cries to her lips.
She ground her hips in abandoned passion against my working mouth. "Suck me, suck me hard," she pleaded, tossing on the floor in an agony of need. This I did gladly, wringing her succulent pussy grooves between my lips, then shoving that fleshy wedge of my tongue up into her oozing slit. "Aagghhhhhh!" she moaned when she felt it invade her innards.
I slid my hands up and closed them tightly around her heaving, burning tits. Her back arched in response, shoving her boob flesh into my palms. Her body strained against itself, and I recognized this is a sign that she was about to come. I closed my whole mouth over her snatch, sucking, releasing until she was screaming with lewd pleasure. Her clit jerked against my tongue and her slit gushed with juice.
"Oonnhhhhhh, I'm gonna come, I'm coming." she screamed finally, and I felt her love button beginning with the spasms of ecstatic release. It jerked frantically against my tongue and I pressed and lapped at it, getting a mouthful of her warm gushing sex juice. Her back arched and her hips bucked up into my face until the last quivers were gone from her belly. Only then did she lay back in satisfied exhaustion, breathing heavily and regularly.
I fell across her panting body, my face smeared with her juices. "Oh, baby," she said, "that was delightful. You catch on very fast."
"Mmmmm," I answered wickedly. "I only did what would have felt good to me."
"So I gather you liked making it with another woman," she asked me.
"Oh, yes! But I'd still take a man over that any day. There's nothing like a big hard cock inside of me."
"Yeah," she agreed. "You're right about that. But when there are no men around, this sure beats it."
We still had some chores to take care of before we sacked in for the night. Quickly we donned our clothes. We went out and did the dishes from dinner at a nearby stream. I had some work to do on my bike, so I pulled her over under a light near the road and cleaned her off a little, rubbing the excess grease and dirt off the parts. Some nuts and bolts needed tightening, and I did this with no trouble. She sure looked pretty there under the streetlight. I polished up the chrome pieces and then sat on her proudly, straddling her the way I do when I ride. The leather seat pushed up onto my clit and pussy lips, caressing those parts that had so recently found carnal satisfaction. My insides ached pleasurably, though there was a slight emptiness there. I knew why. As skillfully as Melba had made me come, she could never take the place of a piece of manflesh, hard and thick and long. I rubbed my pussy, which began to throb just thinking about it.
"Soon, baby, soon... " I whispered into the darkness.
CHAPTER NINE
If I had known what kind of scene we were going to run into I never would have worried about getting enough cock in me. It was in Tucson, after we had two full days of riding without much incident. We were passing through town, planning to stop on the other side, to the west. We pulled into a gas station, filled our tanks, and asked the attendant where was a good place to stop for the night.
He was a hippy. He had a mustache, long blond hair tied in a pony tail in back, and far-out clothes. He was real friendly, asked us where we came from, and how we were enjoying our trip. We got to talking with him, and Melba found out he was from the same home town she was from. They reminisced about it, and discovered that they knew many of the same people from there.
He seemed to be very attracted to her. He kept staring down her low-cut blouse and watching her pert ass whenever she did anything. Luckily the gas station wasn't busy and he asked us into the office for a soda. We went in and sat with him for quite a while, talking and getting to know him. Every once in a while a customer would drive up. Ken, as he had introduced himself, would excuse himself to go out and help them.
Finally we decided we had better shove off. I got up to go, but he stopped me.
"Wait," he said. "Look-I live in a big house with some of my friends here. We were planning a party tonight anyway, so why don't you two come to the party and you can crash at the house overnight, or for a couple of days if you want."
Melba looked pleased. She obviously sensed his attraction to her, and I think she liked him, too."
"Sounds like a good idea to me," she said. "What do you say, Sandy?"
A party sounded like fun to me. "Sure," I said. "We'd love to."
"I get off work here in a half an hour," he said. "You can wait for me, and we'll all go home together." So we sat in the office there until he was ready to go, and then we hopped on the bikes and rode off. He sat behind Melba, with his hands around her thin waist, and I followed, since he would be giving her directions. After riding through many back streets of town we pulled up in front of an old Spanish style adobe house. The front yard was filled with bright flowers and some interesting antiques. Two small children played in the yard, both cute as buttons. When we pulled up on the bikes they ran over and stared at us curiously.
Ken gathered them up in his arms and they squealed joyously. He introduced them to us. The little girl's name was Flower, and the little boy's was Josh.
"Hi Josh! Hi Flower!" we said. They suddenly turned shy on us and ran to the back of the house. Ken laughed and explained that they were the kids of a woman living in the house with him.
We went in the front door. We were in a living room with mattresses slung casually around the floor, covered with those Indian print and tie-dyed spreads. There was no other furniture except a large stereo and four huge speakers at the four corners of the room. Some folk music played softly. Lying on separate mattresses were a man and a woman, residents of the house I figured. The woman wore a long skirt made from an old pair of blue jeans, and on top she wore nothing. She had huge breasts, which hung heavily down to her waist. She didn't seem at all perturbed to have strangers walk in on her, so I didn't let it bother me any. The man wore a pair of coveralls with no shirt underneath. I admired his sleek shoulders and arms, quite trim and muscular.
Ken introduced us. "Tess and John, meet Sandy and Melba. They are staying around for our party tonight."
"Far out," said Tess, giving us both an appraising once-over. Then she smiled, and shook hands with us. John said nothing, but he smiled, and seemed very interested in us.
We sat down on some mattresses there and we all talked for a while. They wanted to know where we were from, and of course they enjoyed learning that Ken and Melba were from the same place. They were interested in the bikes, so we took them outside to look at them. Tess first went to put on a shirt. She explained that it bothered the neighbors to see her bare-chested. "Bunch of prudes," she called them.
They admired the bikes. Tess particularly was interested that two chicks were riding them. She asked us many questions, on how we learned to ride, and how we liked travelling across the country by ourselves. We told her all about our trip, and she seemed quite enthusiastic.
Just then, a pick-up pulled up behind the bikes, carrying about ten hippies, all drinking beer and singing their heads off. They were having a great time. They called down to Tess and John, and we were all introduced in a very haphazard fashion. I couldn't remember all those names anyway, so I didn't worry about it. They rolled a huge beer keg off the back of the truck and took it into the house. The crowd moved as one into the house, trailing the smell of marijuana after it. Everyone was laughing and talking, and they swept us up with them in their rollicking good humor.
It was starting to get dark, and as we go into the house I could smell the delicious smells of dinner cooking. I realized for the first time since we got there how hungry I was. Ken found us and took us into the kitchen to introduce us to the other two members of the household, who were busy getting a big turkey dinner together. Marsha, a small woman with a big bushy head of hair, was basting the turkey and tasting it. She greeted us warmly and said she hoped we would enjoy the party. At the big oak table in the corner was a very good looking young man, wearing only a pair of cut-off shorts. He was tanned and muscular, and had medium-length dark brown hair. He turned to greet us, and his eyes seemed to pierce into my soul with their intensity. I blushed-something I don't do very often. His name was Mark.
We went back into the living room and joined the party there. Someone handed me a glass of beer. A minute later someone handed me a joint. I smoked from it, expelling the harsh smoke with a fit of coughing. For a few minutes I felt nothing. I thought, this grass doesn't do a thing for me. Then it hit me. My body started tingling and my head got very light. I felt dreamy. I became aware of the raucous noise of the party and the rock music that was now blaring from the stereo, Someone else handed me another joint and I took a toke. This one really sent me off, and the rest of the night was like a hazy sexy dream.
It started out with a sumptuous meal with turkey and all the trimmings. The beer flowed freely and the joints made their rounds. Everyone ate and talked, and bodies lounged all over the room. I felt looser and looser, and also felt very warm towards everyone there. They had all accepted us with no reservations, and brought us into their house for this happy party.
All at once I giggled. "What are you laughing at?" asked a male voice at my shoulder. I turned, and saw to my surprise that it was Mark, who I had met in the kitchen earlier. For a minute I completely forgot what I was giggling at as I became entranced with the deepness of his eyes. He had to ask me again.
"Oh!" I said, brought back down to earth. Then I remembered. "I was looking around the room and it reminded me of those Roman orgies, with food and bodies all over the place." He looked around and then burst into a fit of giggling too. We sat there, giggling like a pair of stoned idiots.
"Yeah," he guffawed happily, "and all we need is to be popping grapes into our mouths." That struck me as so funny that I grabbed my sides and rolled onto the floor, shaking with laughter.
Suddenly his eyes lit up, as though he had just remembered something. "Wait here!" he said excitedly. "Wait right here." He went running off in the direction of the kitchen. I couldn't imagine what in the world he was doing. Meanwhile someone on the other side of me handed me a water pipe, and I smoked some more grass. Then I looked up to see Mark come prancing out of the kitchen, stark naked, with a cabbage leaf hung over his cock and balls. He had some ivy wrapped around his head, and he was dangling a bunch of grapes in front of his mouth. He looked like some crazy Greek god.
Well it was the funniest thing I ever saw, and I just doubled over with laughter. Mark sat down next to me and I fell on top of him, laughing so hard I thought my ribs would break. He was laughing too, and we rolled around together. Then he took the grapes and started to hold them over my mouth. I went to pop one between my lips.
Then he said, "Hey, wait a minute. You've gotta be naked for this one. I'm not going to be the only one here taking my clothes off."
Suddenly our riotous laughter became very subdued and we both looked seriously at each other, realizing the import of what was about to happen. There had been some heavy sexual vibes happening with us which the giggling had covered up. Now they were coming up front, and we were suddenly aware of them. Our eyes had met and locked into a deep and meaningful stare. I felt chills creep up my spine as my consciousness blocked out the rest of the party and the loud music, and concentrated on this strong energy between us.
I sat facing Mark on the mattress and quietly said, "All right. I will take my clothes off, too." Slowly I unbuttoned my thin cotton blouse. I watched Mark's crotch as my lush breast flesh came into view. His cock gave a sudden surge, pushing aside the silly cabbage leaf as it rose into the air. Mark looked at it and pulled the leaf off, leaving the thin leather thong, which had tied it on, hanging insolently around his hips. He removed the wreath from around his head.
I continued my stripping. My blouse was unbuttoned all the way down, and I pulled it off my shoulders, shoving my tits out as I did. Mark took the grapes and dangled them against the creamy white flesh. They reminded me of balls; they were like a bunch of small green balls, and filled with their liquid, rubbing sensuously against my skin. I rubbed back, swaying my breasts gracefully against their cool firmness.
Then I unzipped my jeans. I wore no panties under them, and the curly brown hairs at the top of my mound sprang into view as the zipper opened. Mark sighed erotically, and his dick gave another growing lurch. Lifting my ass off the mattress, I hoisted them down over my legs, leaving them bare all the way. Mark groaned as I became completely naked. I felt deliciously obscene, knowing that I was in a room full of people with absolutely nothing on. My tits, my cunt, my ass all felt the thrill of the cool air on them. The nerve endings felt refreshed, awake.
Mark put a grape in his mouth. Then he leaned over and placed his lips over mine, slyly flicking his tongue through my moist lips. My lips parted easily. He worked his tongue in and then passed the grape into my mouth, sliding it over my lips as it went. It was a strange and erotic sensation. I bit into the tiny fruit, savoring the sweet juice as it trickled down my throat.
His hand crept up and took hold of my boob. "Mmmmmnn," I moaned as his tongue sought the back of my throat and his fingers explored the fleshy regions of my breast. He reached for my tit and grasped it tightly, playing with the pebble-hard bud. It sent sparks of desire shooting through my loins.
Gently he lay me back against the soft mattress, and he half lay, half leaned over me. He kissed me again, a searing searching kiss that seemed to last forever. His tongue explored my willing oral cavern assiduously, as though trying to plumb the depths of my burgeoning lust.
As I relaxed my body against the mattress, the room seemed to spin slightly. I felt currents of air wash over me like ocean waves, pressing me into rhythm with them. I let go of my control and went with them, letting the delicious sensations my body was experiencing take over my consciousness.
Mark's smooth hands were kneading and massaging the ripe flesh of my breasts, and I was moaning softly with pleasure. His hairy legs lay across mine, as though holding down if I should try and get away. Of course, I had no such intention. His cock and balls, now fully erect and throbbing hotly brushed tantalizingly against my hip. My body shuddered in response to this.
He pressed his face into my neck and kissed me there, alternating his touch with wet kisses and then gentle nips and love bites on the sensitive skin. He was so skillful in his approach that I never knew what to expect from him. That fact turned me on almost as much as just the raw feel of his body on mine.
His fingers found my tits again and teased them unmercifully, first pinching them hard, and then tracing small circles on them so lightly that I could barely feel it. "Uuunnnnnhh!" I groaned as he manipulated the swollen brown circles, then caressed the supersensitive area all around them.
His swollen tool rested heavily against my quivering thigh. The hairy balls were squashed against my firm delicate thighs, presenting a lewd contrast to the white skin.
The grass that I had smoked not only made me dreamy, but it increased every sensation entering my body. Every spot on me was an erogenous zone. As Mark's hands slid caressingly over my breasts, arms, belly, thighs, I shuddered with wanton lust. All parts of my body were sending electric messages to the sexual center of my body-my cunt. It was burning with a lust that I had never felt before.
I knew that people were watching us, and that only served to fan the flames of my desire higher. I'd always suspected I was an exhibitionist at heart, and I was proving it now. Eager eyes fell upon our hot young bodies as we wrestled together on the mattress.
His mouth closed over my tit. "Aaahhhhhh!" I screamed. "Suck it! Eat my tit!" His tongue slathered over that swollen pebble, licking it, teasing it on to amazing hardness and sensitivity.
His hands moved sensually up and down the length of my torso, drifting softly over my waist and thighs. The fingers seemed to scorch my skin as they passed over, and the heat fanned in on my throbbing pussy. I was undulating beneath him, moving my hips in a circular rhythm, unconsciously keeping time with the slow beat of the music.
He pried his leg between my thighs and they fell open. I felt a few drops of sex juice ooze from my wet slit and drip over my tight anus, lubricating the tiny hole. Then like a snake he wriggled his body between my outspread thighs. His giant tool lay between them, every now and then brushing against the soft delicate skin of my inner thighs. His belly lay across my quivering pussy mound and his hands caressed and worked at my breasts until I was panting with desire. I ground my crotch against his middle, trying desperately to get some friction against my throbbing clit.
"Mmmm, that's the way," he murmured sexily. "Baby wants some cock in her."
"Oh, God!" I answered. "Give me some!" As if in reply, his mouth closed over my tit again, and I groaned loudly. Then he slid down, licking and nibbling at the soft flesh of my belly. My legs parted further, inviting him to reach into my naked snatch, dripping its nectar like a honey pot.
He dipped his head down and licked at the tender insides of my thighs. "Oohhhhhhhh!" I gasped, feeling the tantalizing closeness of his tongue to my burning quim. Wetness sluiced down the churning cuntal passageway. His mouth caressed and nibbled my Venus mound, tugging and pulling at my curly pubic hairs.
Finally he dove into my tortured pussy. "Aaggghhhhhhh!" I choked as I felt his mouth close over my throbbing clitoris and outer labia. His tongue worked its way up into my aching hole, drumming back and forth against the drenched walls.
"Ohhhhhh!" I gasped as his lips sucked and vibrated over my turgid love button, sending trembling waves of pure delight coursing through my veins. The blood pounded fiercely in my cunt as he manipulated it with his talented mouth.
Still reaming my pussy with his tongue, Mark swiveled about and positioned himself with his cock dangling directly over my face. In my stoned erotic rapture, I studied its swollen hardness, its blunt tip, hanging enticingly in front of my mouth, its smooth sides with the bluish veins making their lewd pattern on the taut thin skin.
I took the long column in my hands and molded my fingers around it. Mark groaned into my cunt, and the vibrations from his deep voice sent tremors throughout my belly. His cock gave a sudden lurch, as though begging for more. Softly I ran my hands over it, admiring the marble-hard smoothness of it. It was huge, and quite thick, and it pounded hotly with blood. It was like a club, a heavy weapon.
A tiny drop of clear fluid appeared in the small slit at the tip of his organ. I brought his dick close to my face and licked out, catching the drop on the tip of my tongue. Mark felt it and groaned loudly with pleasure, hunching his hips downwards toward me.
My tongue flickered out again, catching more of his cock tip, and making an erotic swirling motion all around the swollen rim. "Oonnnhhhhhh," he moaned, and started lapping at my cunt with renewed vigor. His tongue plowed into the velvet grooves of my snatch, tickling and teasing every nerve ending of my cunt. The fleshy wedge reached up into my aching hole and drilled there insistently.
"Oh Christ," I gasped. "Ohhh, yes, baby." He was so good. His mouth was getting the most out of my pleasure-wracked cunt. I intended to do the same for his cock.
Slowly I lowered it to my mouth, eager to suck on his engorged shaft. I placed the blunt end against my lips, and then parted them, sliding him in wetly. My lips caressed the swollen nose of his tool, nibbling and drawing him in until almost a fourth of him was through my oral entrance. He already stuffed a good part of my mouth, and I wondered how in the world I was going to accommodate the rest of him. I held my tongue down against the floor of my mouth and drew him in more, so that the slushy membranes of my inner cheeks seized his cock and pulled at it, inviting it to push into the dark deepness of my throat.
Just at that moment he drummed on my clit like a vibrator. The pleasure was so sudden and so intense that my body jackknifed, grinding my pussy into his face, and shoving my mouth up onto his stiffened rod. At the same time I gasped, and my throat opened all the way. His cock took advantage of the widening orifice and rammed in all the way. Don't ask me how I ever swallowed that enormous fuckpole, but somehow I managed. His balls rested obscenely on my chin, and I could feel my eyes bugging out of my head as the blood-engorged cap of his organ strove against the tender membranes of my throat.
I worked my mouth around his pole lasciviously, licking and slurping on the blood-hammering shaft. He fucked my mouth with smooth strokes, sliding powerfully in and out between my stretched smooth lips. His hairy sails swung onto my chin at every thrust inward.
My own hips were bucking up and down in a frenzy as his tongue whipped my cunt into a state of unbelievable arousal. It drilled at my throbbing love bud, then probed he downy undersides of my cuntlips. Then it jabbed slightly at the entrance to my seething joy box, and I groaned and wailed with amazed pleasure. My cries were muffled by the presence of his enormous prick lodged deep into my oral sheath.
Our bodies were like an unbroken circle as we sucked each other. His head was buried in my pussy as he ate me out, and his groin connected with my head by his ramming cock. Only our legs branched out from this sexual circle of flesh. My legs were splayed uselessly and wantonly apart, as wide as they could possibly go. His legs formed an arch around my head, supporting his weight, and dipping down as his tool plowed into my willing mouth. Both of us were panting and moaning with wanton abandon, our bodies and minds imbued with the intense glow of carnal pleasure.
His hands had been gripping my widespread legs, the fingers digging cruelly into my flesh. Now he placed his fingers on the sensitive backs of my knees and drummed them lightly, teasingly. The sensation, along with the expert tongue lapping he was giving me, was incredible.
"Mmmmgggfffffff!" I moaned with aroused lust, while his prickhead lodged itself into the back of my oral cavern. I sucked on it voraciously, caressing the smooth sides with my inner cheeks while I swirled my tongue voluptuously over the swollen tip. I bathed his shaft in liquid fire, twisting my head from side to side, varying my stroke with teasing skillfulness.
"Annnggghhhhhh," he sighed, swiveling his hips in a circle, teasing my soft inner mouth with his big pole, screwing himself further and further in. His mouth worked over my dripping box relentlessly, bringing me nearer and nearer to the fiery pinnacle of orgasm. His insistent tongue lashed at my throbbing clitoris, sending it jerking and spasming with red hot thrills. His lips sucked on my pulsating cunt, slurping up the musky nectar that flowed bountifully from the quivering hole.
Faster and faster we sucked each other, harder and harder we licked at the other's genitals. Our heads were bobbing up and down fiercely in time with each other, while our hips ground wantonly into the other's face.
Soon I felt the intense early tremors of orgasm, gathering strength in my loins. I shuddered and renewed my sucking of Mark's cock. He jabbed into my throat with such intensity that I knew he was about to come soon too. In and out, in and out he pumped ferociously until finally he came, a flood of steaming cream jolting out the tip of his rod like liquid fireworks.
"Uunnnhhhhhhhh," he breathed softly as I eagerly swallowed him, sucked and swallowed until there was nothing left in his quivering rod.
He gave one final suck on my clit and then I came too, a crashing, searing, explosive climax which shattered through my loins like a violent earthquake. "Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed as his tongue brought me off; my clit jerked and throbbed uncontrollably; my cunt convulsed with the electrifying sensations of orgasm. Over and over my pussy spasmed, until finally it was over, and my loins felt washed in the afterglow of carnal completion.
I let his cock, which had almost returned to normal size, slip out of my mouth, and I lay there panting exhaustedly. Mark swiveled around again and lay with his head in the crook of my neck. His arms was flung carelessly over my naked breasts.
As I came down from that sexual high, I realized for the first time how the whole mood of the party had changed. For one thing, everyone had stripped off their clothes. People were fucking and sucking each other in every corner of the room. The music had stopped, but no one bothered to put on something new. They were too involved in this strange sexual energy.
"My God," I said to Mark. "This really did turn into a Roman orgy!"
"Far out!" he exclaimed, surveying the couples all over the floor. It was a delicious madhouse! I looked around. On the mattress next to us was Tess. She was the only person there with any clothes on at all. They made little difference though. All she had on was the long skirt from before. But it was pulled up over her waist as she knelt with her buttocks waving high in the air. Her voluptuous boobs mashed against the mattress and her face lay in the steaming crotch of one of the guys, who I remembered was named Day. Her mouth was closed tightly over his fully erect cock, and her eyes were closed as she sucked on it as though it were a giant lollipop. He rocked his hips up into her lovely face as she sucked him off, taking his rock hardness deep into her mouth.
And kneeling behind her with his giant brown cock reaming her white behind was some black dude who I hadn't seen come in. Fascinated, I watched his powerful organ slide into the tight passageway. His hands gripped her waist possessively, clamping her buttocks inescapably against his sinewy loins. The long skirt hung obscenely over her back, leaving her entire backside and snatch thoroughly exposed. Her face was screwed into an expression of half pain, half intense pleasure. She was moaning excitedly, so I'm sure she was enjoying the ass fucking as well as the cocksucking. I heard the slap, slap, slap of his brown flesh against the creamy white mounds of her ass, a lewdly erotic stimulus.
My pussy was throbbing anew and my cuntal passageway ached emptily for a cock. My asshole felt strangely aroused too, and I knew it was from watching Tess being assfucked. I hadn't tried that for a long time, and was considering it tonight. I might as well let it all hang out, I thought, as a few drops of pussy liquid dripped down my thigh. Oohh, I was getting so hot.
On the next mat over was Melba. She was lying on top of one man, with his cock buried to the hilt in her sweet twat. Her legs were spread wide apart, giving me a clear view of her red swollen cunt. Another man lay on top of her with his cock piling ferociously in and out of her asshole, and she was screaming with unbelievable pleasure.
His hands had grabbed her luscious boobs and were squeezing them passionately.
Then I noticed a strange sight. Three Lesbians stood in he center of the room surrounding a fourth. They had her arms tied above her head and attached to a pole which was a ceiling support. One of them had taken the bunch of grapes and had it between their breasts, holding it there by mashing their tits together. Some of the fruit was squashed and it made an obscene sucking sound as it was pressed between the fleshy mounds. The woman held her mouth prisoner in a long searching kiss while she finger fucked her. The "victim" was whimpering and moaning in helpless ecstasy. The second Lesbian stood behind the first, grinding her pelvis into the woman's soft buttocks. Strapped to her hips was a rubber dildo which she was plunging into the womb of the first woman. A third Lesbian knelt behind the pole. In her hand was an electric vibrator. She had perfect access to the "victim's tiny anus, and had stuffed the buzzing machine past her tight rectal muscles. The victim squirmed and writhed as though she was being electrocuted. In her eyes was the blaze of raw, wild lust as every possible region of her body was being penetrated.
Blood was pounding in my cunt, and I didn't think that just one man was going to be enough to satisfy my wanton desires. I wanted a cock in my mouth, my twat, my ass, between my breasts, everywhere on my body. All these lewd sights were making me ravenous for fucking. All around me were the pulsating bodies of people fucking. Asses, breasts, pricks, bellies, all shimmering in the low light, raised themselves in the air, all busy seeking new hot flesh.
Across the room lay one of the guys who had come in the truck. Straddling his face was Marsha. She was riding his tongue as he lapped her pussy, drawing wild moans from her lips. His cock jutted into the air in a magnificent erection. And it had no one to make use of it.
With my clit throbbing almost painfully, I went over and knelt between his open thighs. With my creamy buttocks swaying tantalizingly in the air, I lowered my face onto his crotch and took his gigantic organ in my mouth. I started sucking, and heard his muffled groan as he ate out Marsha's cunt. He must have given her an extra hard suck, because she suddenly moaned pleasurably.
My ass and cunt were an open invitation to whoever wanted to make use of them. I imagined what it must look like, with the labia swollen and distended from their last climax, and the joyhole winking open and shut like an obscene eye. But for now I concentrated on the huge pole in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the blood-engorged cap, then plunged the entire length far into my throat, sliding my lips tightly over the smooth veined sides of his shaft.
I heard someone come up behind me. Turning my head for a second, I saw that it was Mark, and he had a brand new hard-on. It seemed to be headed straight for my gushing quim. I wiggled my ass enticingly at him, then I turned my attention back to the prick in my mouth, leaving Mark to do his will on my pussy.
And did he ever do his will! He had a clear, unhindered view of my dripping pussy. The inner lips were sticking wetly together and I peeled them apart by stretching open my legs. I could feel his exploring fingers playing in the damp stickiness between my cuntlips, where his tongue had explored earlier. He was running two fingers up and down the moist slit, spreading the lips slightly, teasing the gasping hole of my cunt with the fleeting hard-ness of his fingertips. I shuddered, and a moan came up from the depths of my belly almost like a growl.
My clitoris throbbed excitedly and he caught it between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it back and forth, slathering it with my ambrosial lubrication. I gasped, and renewed my sucking on the cock in my mouth with great ardor. I pulled the hard column deep into my throat, nibbling lightly on it as it grazed my teeth.
I arched my back, pressing my cunt firmly against Mark's probing hand, rolling my head from side to side as I licked the cock between my lips. It pumped in and out of my mouth, powered by the thrusting of the man who lay beneath me, with Marsha straddling his head. She had her back to me, and was riding him along. It sounded like she was pretty near to coming, from the intense moans issuing from her mouth.
Pleasure washed across my body as Mark teasingly trailed his fingers up and down the wet, open slit of my cunt. "Do you like this Sandy?" he purred sexily. I answered by trying frantically to impale myself upon his digging fingers. I struggled in vain, because he removed his fingers from my hole. I moaned in aching disappointment, and he laughed softly.
Pulling his middle finger around in a short, tight circle, he inserted it a quarter of the way into my cunt. It felt blunted and hard between the grasping lips, and I pushed against it, inserting it deeper into my body. He wiggled the finger back and forth, teasingly, running his fingertip up and down the slick, quivering walls of my cuntal passageway. Tremors of icy pleasure dug into my body and I moaned loudly.
The man whose cock I was sucking was getting more and more excited. His hips pumped at my face faster and faster, and his muffled moaning became louder and louder. I didn't let up in my rhythmic sucking for one second. Marsha was groaning more feverishly now too, and I watched her firm white buttocks bob up and down on his face.
Mark withdrew his single finger from my cunt and then reinserted it along with another one. Two fingers! Holding them tightly together, he jerked his hand forward, and my cunt was filled with his digging hardness, right down to the knuckle of his probing hand. He screwed the fingers around, from left to right, rubbing his fist against the swollen bud of my clitoris on each downward sweep. I could feel the fingers separate inside of me, moving up and down, scraping erotically against the convulsing tunnel of my cunt.
Wetness oozed from my quivering pussy, sluicing down over the wrinkled, hairy lips, creaming his fingers with stickiness. My creamy thighs were shuddering from his darting hardness. His fingers were all the way into my cunt, and I could feel the knuckles of his other fingers pressing hard between the lips of my pussy. He ground his hand against it, twirling his fingers, crushing the pulsating button of my clitoris.
I was moaning unabashedly, and my eyes were opening and closing each time my pleasure intensified. I groaned loudly at a sudden movement of his hand. He began to pump, and he pulled the two fingers in and out in a slow tortuous rhythm. He held his fingers stiffly, jabbing them at me, parting the fluttering lips of my cunt like a rigid probe. I could feel the ring of muscles at the opening of the hole grip at his withdrawing fingertips, as if trying desperately to keep them lodged in their tight wetness. He would pull the fingers out, and then thrust them deeply in, burying the twin shafts as far into me as they would go.
My body matched his tempo, shoving back against his probing fingers on the inward stroke, and pulling away from them as they withdrew. My cuntal walls gripped him as tightly as they could, squeezing together rhythmically in time with his pumping. I could feel the folds of my soaking cuntlips part as his fingers passed through, like a hot knife through butter.
Then he slipped his hand out, and without warning, grabbed my clitoris and massaged the throbbing hard bud. He caught it between two musk-drenched fingers and rolled it around, pulling and jerking at it, sending dartlike sensations of pleasure exploding through my cunt. I moaned loudly at this onslaught.
I moaned even louder when he released his hold on my clit and slyly began probing at the sensitive pucker of my anus. He rolled the tight hole with the tip of his finger. I could feel his nail as it scraped sensually against the creamy white mounds of my asscheeks. He pushed firmly against the round muscle, slipping in almost effortlessly, greasing me with my own cuntal discharge. The finger went in just a little, and I went completely insane with arousal.
I jerked my ass back against his stiff finger, feeling it sliding deeper and deeper into that tight dark passage. My cunt was aflame with desire, hotter and more intense than anything I have ever experienced.
My cocksucking took on new dimensions as that hard finger jabbed erotically up into my gut. The smooth cock-shaft in my mouth seemed to stretch to a greater hardness as it plumbed the depths of my throat, scraping the inner tissues raw in its passing. My lips fluttered over the sensitive rim, and my tongue swirled rapidly around the drenched sides. I could feel the blood hammering fiercely in that massive organ, feel the frantic thrusting of his hips as he neared orgasm. It was coming closer, closer, and I sucked and licked faster, faster.
Finally it burst forth, like liquid lead shot from a cannon. His spunk spurted forcefully from the throbbing tip of his tool while I swallowed as fast as I could to get all the warm liquid. I missed some, there was so much, and it dribbled out the side of my mouth and rested in a white blob on my chin. My head bobbed up and down as I took his cock in, sucking every drop of come out of his jetting tip.
The feel and the taste of gism in my mouth spurred my desire to an unbelievable height. My cunt was aching with desire and the fire that burned in it was intensified by the brand new fire that Mark's penetration had awakened in my anus. I was totally, totally aroused, and would have done anything to satisfy my throbbing lust.
I finished sucking on that now-deflating cock in my mouth and pressed my cheek against the mattress between the man's thighs. My breasts were flattened down too, crushed by the pressure I was bringing to bear on my body from the lewd position I was in. "Oonnnhhh, fuck me," I screamed as Mark's finger teased and titillated my asshole. "FUUCCKKMMEEEEEEEE!"
He quickly pulled his fingers out. I gasped, and tried to follow them with my pressing body. He touched my cunt one last time, excited by the wetness he found there, and he straightened himself behind me, gripping my left hip with his hand. He grabbed his rock hard prick in his right hand and drove it hard against me, brushing the tip of the shaft first against my ass cheek, and then buried it in the seething wetness of my cunt. "Aarrrgghhhhhhh!" I shrieked as I felt my insides being invaded by his huge organ. I sobbed with relief as my throbbing cuntal walls closed greedily around the erect cockshaft.
His thick hard dick berthed easily deep into my hungry pussy, stretching the walls of my cunt until I thought I would faint from the pure intensity of the sensation. I could feel his hairy balls dangle teasingly between my thighs and the cheeks of my ass were scratched by the bristling stiffness of his crotch hair. He drove into me deeply, violently, ramming his cock all the way into my pussy. I pushed back against him hard, moaning and sobbing with pleasure.
His other hand came down upon my back, and I could feel his strong young fingers stroking my naked flesh. He slid his cock in and out, holding me in place with his her hand. I arched my back on the inward thrusts, grinding my buttocks into his sinewy belly. He removed his hand from my back and slipped it around my hip, holding me by my thigh as he did with his other hand. He gripped me firmly, pinning me hard against him. His hips began to move in a rapid in and out thrust and withdrawal, and his fingertips dug into the tender flesh of my upper thighs. His cock was like a piston; I could feel it swelling thickly, stretching the walls of my canal until I trembled with anticipation.
My body was in a totally submissive position with Mark kneeling behind me. His cock slid powerfully in and out of me, poking all my nerve endings towards the shattering explosion of orgasm. My belly felt like a balloon, swelling with pleasure until it was ready to burst.
"I'm going to come!" I cried ecstatically, grinding my body back hard around his driving cock, gripping the haft with the full-length of my cuntal channel. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard!" I demanded as that orgasmic balloon welled and stretched unbearably in my cunt.
Mark began to grunt and I knew that he was nearing his climax too. His tempo increased and he pistoned in and out of me like a jackhammer, ramming deeply into the starved tip of my womb. His fingers dug cruelly into my flesh, lending pain to the intensity of pleasure now assaulting my quivering body. The head of his cock was swollen; I could feel the engorged rim scraping the lining of my cunt raw as he reamed me out. Our flesh slapped against each other's, making obscene smacking sounds. I pulled forward and pushed down, wringing his cock with my strong vaginal muscles. Mark suddenly groaned loudly, dropped the weight of his body down onto my straining hips, and drilled his cock violently into my body, spearing me with his full throbbing length. His body began to tremble, and his fiery organ swelled within the grasping walls of my cunt. He ground himself all the way into me, grunted loudly, and then cried "I'm coming! My god, I'm coming!" His cock trembled and throbbed inside of me and then let loose, fuming and sputtering like a live volcano. My cunt began to fill up with sperm. I could feel it leaping and splashing from the tip of his cock onto the roof of my dark womb. It was like liquid fire, bathing my seared nerve endings, en-flaming my passion until it burned uncontrollably.
"I'm coming!" I screamed as my body exploded into a shattering series of violent explosions, each one more intense than the last. The orgasm tore into me like fireworks, shooting my pleasure higher and higher into an unbelievable crescendo. I was shrieking uncontrollably and coming all over Mark's pulsating shaft. He was still hard, and he kept pumping. I came once, then again, and again, until finally I was reduced to nothing more than a piece of throbbing, orgasmic, cuntflesh impaled on his stiffened cock. I rode it out deliriously until the very end, until he finally pulled his limp cock from me and I collapsed, sated, onto the mattress.
CHAPTER TEN
I was not to lie there for long. Suddenly strong hands seized me and hoisted my ass up in the air again. I looked around and saw that it was the handsome young man whose cock I had just sucked. He had another rock-hard erection and it was aimed in the direction of my asshole.
I hadn't planned for this at all and my unreadiness made me freeze up as he grabbed my white buttocks, leaving angry red streaks where his fingers dug into the flesh. All I could see was his giant tool heading for the tight ring of my anus and I was filled with sudden dread.
"Oh no!" I cried fearfully as I felt the blunt tip press against the outer rim. At the first contact I clamped down and tried to tighten the sphincter muscle. He rocked back on his heels and delivered a sharp stinging slap to my but-tocks. "Owww!" I wailed at the sudden pain.
"Relax," he growled at me, "or I'll make you relax." I was fearful of what he might do if I resisted any more. Trembling, my body submissive, I relaxed the tight circle of my anus. Again, he positioned himself between my legs as he held firmly onto my hips, pinning my ass to his pelvis. He guided his cock to my anus. My muscles stayed relaxed, though my body was quaking with fear.
He shoved, driving ball deep into my pasty depths. I screamed with the pain and surprise of his brutal penetration. Luckily my copious cunt juice had lubricated the hole, so he tore no flesh as he battered his way in. But I felt like I was being stretched to the breaking point, stuffed as I never had been before.
He began to make long fucking strokes on me, ignoring my pleas to stop. His shaft sawed in and out of my gut like a blade entering its sheath. Soon the searing pain gave way to a strange erotic pleasure, like nothing I had ever experienced except when being ass fucked. I began to meet his thrusts, impaling myself on his swollen tool.
Then I felt a pair of arms hook themselves around my thighs as I knelt, and I looked down to see Marsha's head sliding between my legs. She had slid under me and the guy who was reaming my ass, pulling herself up with her arms hooked around our legs. She buried her head in my crotch and began lapping out the juice and the come, the warm white liquid Mark had left there when he had fucked my cunt.
The pleasure was unbelievable. Her small mouth closed over my tortured pussy, licking the juices, teasing my throbbing clitoris. Her head bobbed slightly with the impact of my hips jerking as that huge meatroll reamed out my ass. Her tongue did its wanton task, driving my cunt to uncontrollable spasms of lust. My sex juice gushed out by the cupful, and she took it all, licking and lapping greedily at my quivering pussy.
"Aaaauuuuaaagggghhhhhh!" I screamed at this double-assault on my cunt and my ass. They worked me over like an expert team until the tears practically spilled from my eyes. Her lashing lips and his pistoning dick finally sent me hurtling over the edge of magnificent orgasm and I wailed my ecstasy to heaven and beyond. The sensations flooded me, burned through my ass and pussy, then burned through again in a crazy, electrifying pattern.
I was gone. There was nothing left of me but a seething wet mass of pussy as they finally released me from their bold. I fell upon the mattress like a puddle, limp and spent. I closed my eyes and passed out.
I drifted into a dreamy, drug-induced state. My consciousness was filled with beautiful sexual sensations. I was dimly aware of the noise in the room, and I also thought I felt caressing hands drifting lightly over me, over my tits, my belly, the front of my thighs. I wasn't sure if it was really happening, or if I was just dreaming it. I didn't care though, because I was experiencing it just the same.
I drifted further into sleep. Then I had a very strange dream. I dreamt that I was in a deep forest, surrounded by trees. Only they weren't like any trees I had seen before. They were more like cocks, huge brown shafts with tiny tickling branches at the top. I was completely naked, except for a heavy chain around my waist. And my hands were locked in front of me with handcuffs. I was alone and lost, wandering aimlessly through the forests. Suddenly I heard the pounding of hoofs on the ground; then through the trees galloped a sturdy mare bearing a rider. He was wearing heavy black boots with spurs on them. He carried a crop with which he was whipping his horse to go faster. He sat in the saddle wearing riding britches and a cape. When he saw me, he yanked hard on his reins and the horse reared to a stop. I turned to flee, but in a second he was upon me. He carried me, kicking and screaming over to a tree which had two hooks in it, one at the level of my waist and one about two feet above my head. He attached the chain around my waist to the first hook, and then my hands to the upper hook. I was facing the tree. Holding on to one arm, he stepped away from me and whipped me soundly with his crop. Only when I begged him to stop, with tears flowing down my face, did he ease off. He had whipped me only on my ass and the backs of my thighs, and they were a mass of livid red welts. He released me from the tree; then he flung me face down across the mare and mounted her, getting into the saddle behind me. My buttocks jutted obscenely in the air, and when he rode, he held on to the reins with one hand while he finger-fucked me with the other hand. He took me to his tiny cabin where he locked the door, threw me across the bed. He zipped down his fly, pulled out a huge erection, and fell upon me. He fucked me, and the most vivid memory I had from the dream was the feeling of his rough wool pants against my thighs as he plunged into my pussy.
I couldn't remember the details of his face, but I remember it was ugly and evil looking. Then I dreamed that I fell asleep on his bed and when I woke up he was gone. I wandered out the door, which was unlocked. And passing by, on the road which went by the cabin, was the truckful of hippies that were at the party. They saw that I was escaping from someone, so they rescued me and took me back to the city to live with them.
Then I heard laughter, and I awoke with a start. I was surrounded by a group of partyers who were massaging and caressing my body. Men's and woman's hands pressed over my neck, breasts, thighs, and belly. They were talking to each other. Then one chick said, as she saw me open my eyes, "Relax, babe, you were having a bad dream. You're with friends, and we'll massage all your tensions away." I couldn't believe I was really awake. In fact, I wasn't at all sure that this wasn't still a dream. The grass was strong stuff.
I was spread-eagled on my back, and my pussy was starting to burn again. Fingers crept closer and closer to the hairy furrow between my thighs as they kneaded the tired leg muscles. I just lay back and accepted the caresses, too dazed and exhausted to do anything else. It was fantastic. I didn't have to lift a finger, and here were six or seven people ready to give my body every pleasurable sensation it could have. I sighed and wriggled sumptuously against the mattress. They all laughed happily as they saw how much pleasure they were giving me.
The fingers crept closer to my throbbing pussy, and nubile fingers alternately kneaded, then pulled at my erect tits. I groaned softly, starting to become aroused in earnest. Every inch of my skin was being aroused, from my head down to my toes.
Someone lightly blew on my cunt, and it felt like it bloomed like a flower. I felt the outer labia swell and distend, felt the heat that turned them red like fleshy petals. I groaned again, this time more fervently.
Someone at my feet-I couldn't even tell if it was a man or a woman, started sucking on my toes, mouthing and tonguing them with slippery wet saliva dripping down to the cracks between them. It was incredibly erotic. Then another pair of lips fastened over one stiffened nipple while a different mouth gently nibbled at the other one. I gasped, licking in the air through clenched teeth. A man's mouth Hosed over mine and his tongue shot in with no warning, probing deep into my oral cavern. I responded eagerly with my tongue, snaking it around his. Then two pairs of lips fastened themselves on the insides of my widespread thighs, and slid sensually from the insides of my knees to my throbbing pussy mound.
"Mmmmmmff!" I managed to groan, though the tongue in my mouth made it difficult. The feelings were incredible. Hands and mouth slid over every part of my body, licking, caressing, massaging, teasing. They touched everywhere except for the one place I was dying for them to touch-my burning pussy. I could feel the musky juice oozing from my gaping slash as fingers probed all other areas. They lightly circled my tits, they caressed my calves. Mouths closed over my breasts while tongues licked the supersensitive insides of my thighs.
If I could have wriggled and squirmed, I would have but I was held firmly in place by all the bodies and arms surrounding me. I lay barely still as the voluptuous sensations coursed through my arms, my legs, all my organs, until they met in the center of my body-my cunt.
My clit was swollen and throbbing, my cunt was pounding with blood. The inner walls contracted hungrily upon themselves, seeking the satisfaction only a cock could give them.
Suddenly the tongue withdrew itself from my mouth was curious to see what was happening, but I kept my eyes closed just the same. I wanted to be surprised. I felt a man straddle my breasts, felt his hairy balls dangling into my cleavage. Then bracing his weight on my arms, and pinning them to the mattress in their outstretched position, he lifted his dick up to my mouth. All I could feel at first was the hot, blunt tip of his shaft. I parted my lips and it passed through, filling my mouth with its swollen hardness. The clean salty taste was erotic to me. I lightly sucked on it, jabbing my tongue tentatively on the engorged rim which scraped sensually past my teeth. It slid I powerfully in and out of my willing mouth, grazing my teeth on the outstroke and ramming the back of my throat I on the instroke. I took it all, sucking and licking like al cat.
Then many hands lifted my torso a few inches off the I mat, and I felt someone sliding underneath me. I could tell it was a man because I could feel his stiffened cock I brush my asscheeks. Then the hands let me down, and II lay on top of the man. His cock bulged hotly under my ass and he held onto my boobs.
This was strange, but I barely had time to guess what was happening before another body, also a man's lay itself on top of me. His erection rested on my throbbing cunt. I was sandwiched tightly between the man underneath me and the two men on top. All of the other hands and tongues had mysteriously disappeared, and I lay there, a prisoner of pleasure.
The cock fucked rhythmically in and out of my oral sheath, and I took it in hungrily, greedily, moaning and sucking on it with great abandon. The prick at my pussy slid sensuously over it a few times, pausing to titillate my pulsating love button. Then it found the entrance to my joybox and shoved. In one mighty thrust it filled my aching pussy to the hilt. I sobbed ecstatically, gagged slightly by the tool bouncing off my oral membranes. My cuntal walls clamped around it and squeezed with their seething sides.
Suddenly I felt a pair of hands grasp my asscheeks and them apart. I felt the head of a huge dick press insistently against the tiny opening of my anus. Oh my God! I thought. He'll never get that thing in there. Not with one already in my cunt. He'll kill me. In vain I struggled against the tightness of the sweaty male bodies pinning me between them while they used my aroused body for our mutual pleasure. In vain did I struggle to lift my ass up, away from the tool that was threatening to invade it. I tried to cry out but the sound was muffled by the cock in my mouth.
It plunged in, battering its way through the tight ring of muscles that barred the entrance. I felt a searing pain, but it soon gave way to incredible pleasure as I felt my innards stuffed with two cocks at once. Both of them pumped in rhythm with each other, making long, powerful strokes into my separate openings.
In, out, in, out, IN, OUT, IN, OUT! they started fucking like mad, driving my throbbing pussy wild with incredible erotic sensations. My mouth struggled to match their tempo as I was mouth fucked, pussy fucked and ass fucked all at the same time.
My body was like a rag doll. I could do nothing but lie still and accept the reaming I was getting. They drove harder and harder into all my orifices. I was moaning crazily, and they were grunting with the effort, stroking deeper and harder into me, until finally, in one blinding, cataclysmic, spellbinding moment, we all came together. Come spurted hotly into my womb, my ass, my throat. My cuntal walls convulsed tightly around their invader, milking the white liquid from its jetting tip. My mouth worked in a frenzy as I struggled to swallow the load that was being pumped down my throat. My clit pulsated wildly as the tremors of my orgasm leaped through my loins like jolts of electricity, scorching every nerve ending in my spasming cunt.
We rode and rode, taking the climax for all it was worth, until finally the four of us collapsed in an exhausted heap on the mat. I crawled my way free of the three of them, without even taking a good look at their faces. I had no idea who had just fucked me, but I didn't really care. They all had great, stiff cock, and that's all that mattered.
Positively limp after coming so many times in one night, I just lay on my side and watched the goings on in the rest of the party. This was an orgy all right, as if I didn't know it already. In fact, I'm sure we could have I taught those Romans a thing or two.
Couples, triples, and quadruples were in various postures and positions all over the house. There was cocksucking, cuntlicking, ass fucking, and just about anything else you could think of going on. Rock music blared from the stereo-I guess someone had taken charge of the music. A purple haze of smoke had settled over the dimly lit room, giving it an electric glow. Moans and cries of pleasure rang out over the loud music. Everywhere was flesh-cocks, boobs, asses rising and falling rhythmically. I realized in my semi-stupor that I hadn't seen Melba ill a while. I looked around the room, and then spotted her with the black guy who I had seen earlier with his cock up Tess's anus. He and Melba were in the sixty-nine position, with her on the bottom and him on top. Fascinated, I watched his brown organ pistoning in and out of her mouth. She was moaning distractedly and was shoving her cunt upwards into his face. He was buried nose deep in her steaming snatch. I decided that she was doing fine and didn't need my attention right now.
Stumbling to my feet, I wandered into the kitchen. The light was off, and I switched it on, and immediately heard someone cry "Hey! What's the idea?" I looked down and saw a man and two women on the floor. He was eating out one woman's pussy while the other one lay between his legs, sucking his cock. "Sorry," I murmured when I saw that I was disturbing them. I switched out the light and wandered aimlessly around the house. In each bedroom was at least one copulating couple. I finally realized that there was no where for me to go, so I went back to the living room. I was so stoned out by this time that I don't remember much of what happened after that. But I do know that before I finally collapsed for the night on a pile of bodies, I had fucked and sucked every single man there, and a few women too.
What a night.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I didn't wake up until very late the next day. I checked the clock in the kitchen and it was twelve noon. Groggy and unrefreshed from my drugged sleep, I stumbled wearily to the bathroom. I got in the shower, turned the water on as hot as I could stand it, and just let the scalding streams wash over my body. After a few minutes I began to wake up. I washed vigorously with some peppermint soap that I had found in the stall. It was very refreshing, and when I stepped out of the shower I felt almost my old self again. Only my pussy felt a little worn out and used.
I made my way back to the living room, picking my way carefully between the sleeping bodies. I was the only one awake. It looked like many people had gone home, and the ones who were left were still dead to the world. Here and there some snored gently.
It was a peaceful scene which bespoke nothing of what had gone on last night. I was looking for my clothes, which I had abandoned in my lustful haste last night. I finally found them crumpled under someone's head. I gently tugged at them and pulled them out without disturbing the sleeping girl. Quietly I slipped them on.
I went out to the bikes and got some fresh clothes out of my pack. When I got back inside, Melba was up. She rubbed her eyes sleepily and said, "My God, did you ever have such a night?"
"Not in all my born days," I whispered. She headed for the shower, and I went into the kitchen to make us some tea.
I hadn't noticed it last night, but the shelves in the kitchen were lined with jars filled with all kinds of interesting things. There were different kinds of beans, grains, and herb teas. None of them were labelled, so I chose one by smell. It was fragrant with the scent of lemon and mint, and a few other things I couldn't identify. I made up a big pot of it in case anyone else woke up.
But no one did, and Melba and I sat in the kitchen and exchanged amazing descriptions of the sexual experiences we had had last night. We sat there and drank our tea and decided where we were going to go from there.
We thought about going to Las Vegas, but then decided against it. There was something about a whole city dedicated to gambling and money that turned me off. I liked to gamble, especially at the race track. But Las Vegas was a bit much.
We decided to ride straight through to Los Angeles. There was a rock group going to be playing there in about a week, and we wanted to see them. They were called the Underground Rockets, and besides being good musicians they were pretty foxy guys. We were hoping we might even get to meet them.
If we made a short day of it today, we could make it to the edge of the desert of California. We could camp, and then ride through to L.A. the next day. Thank God it wasn't summertime, because it would be pretty damn hot in that desert.
Once we decided what we were going to do there wasn't much point in hanging around Tucson any longer. We figured that we might waste the whole afternoon if we waited for our new friends and fellow orgiasts to wake up. So we wrote them a note telling them goodbye; and thanking them for the truly amazing evening.
With a roar of our engines, we took off in the noon sun of Tucson. There was a brisk wind blowing in a westerly direction and it seemed to give our machines a lift as we hit the Interstate and headed west.
The day passed without a hitch, and we were already to the California border in time to set up camp a little early. We found a picturesque site by the Colorado river and pitched our tent, had a light snack, and went to sleep. We were exhausted. As we snuggled into our sleeping bags and felt the warmth pervade our tired bodies, we talked quietly of the party, and all the different men we had been with. I told Melba I thought I must have had fifty orgasms in the space of about five hours. That averaged out to be ten every hour. Not bad. We decided that we'd be crazy if we didn't visit those people again. Maybe on our trip back the other way.
My cunt ached pleasantly as I remembered all the good fucking I had had last night. I fell asleep still thinking about that damn party. That was one experience I was going to remember for a long time.
I slept soundly the whole night and woke feeling refreshed and raring to go. I'm afraid I was putting Melba in a bad mood by my cheeriness, but I felt good. She hadn't slept well, and had been awake long before I got up. To all of my excited chatter, she'd answer with a grunt, or she'd glare at me as if to say, 'How can you be so annoying as to actually be in a good mood.' I didn't really care though. She'd been through plenty of my bad moods before. I knew that later on when it had passed, I'd just tease her to death about it. She'd get real mad and then we'd both burst out laughing. We were great friends that way. We could be real pissed off at each other, though that didn't happen much, and an hour later we'd be talking and joking as if it never happened.
As a result of our clashing moods, we didn't get as early a start as we wanted to. We weren't in that much of a hurry, but we did want to get to Los Angeles early in the day so we could look for a place to stay. It was always harder once we got to a city. We couldn't just camp anywhere the way we could on the open road.
I did have the number of an old friend of my mother's who lived not far from Beverly Hills. She was a spinster who worked for one of the studios in Hollywood. I didn't really want to call her though. She was probably some old hag who'd want Melba and I to be home at nine o'clock every night. We wanted our freedom.
We put on as much speed as we could all day through the flat desert with its scraggly plants and cactus. I hated those plants. They looked mean, as though the earth they came from was mean and stingy. And indeed it was. It was hard and dry. It wasn't so late in the year that the heat would be hard to take or dangerous at all. If it had been summer we probably would have crossed at night.
The trip took us longer than planned because we had to cross a small mountain range which we hadn't realized was there. We didn't get into L.A. until well after dark. Neither of us knew our way very well, and we didn't have a definite place to go. Luckily Melba's mood had lifted, so neither of us felt too hassled. We rode slowly through the streets looking for a hotel that would be decent but not too expensive. It was a weeknight so there weren't many people on the streets, at least where we were. We Were in one of the many suburbs which form L.A., but aren't as busy as the downtown area.
The roar of our motorcycles was loud enough that we didn't hear the other bikes coming up behind us. It was with great shock that I looked around at one point and saw four Hells-Angel type guys riding behind us. They looked like a military escort. They were all lined up evenly, and they all wore the same clothes-blue jeans and heavy denim jackets with the sleeves torn off and with no shirt on underneath. Across the front of the jackets were blazoned the words "MA'S BOYS" in bright red letters that were designed so that they looked like they were bleeding. Those guys looked mean.
Here we were, alone and lost, wearing very revealing clothing. Suddenly I looked around and saw that we had been getting into an area with no houses, but just a lot of warehouses and factories. No one was around. I looked at Melba and she looked at me. I could see her lips form the words, "here we go again!" I nodded grimly. My heart groaned inwardly as I saw two more guys come out from a side street. One of them pulled up right next to me while the other crossed behind our bikes and flanked Melba on the left. My heart completely sank as two more riders pulled out on the next block and joined the ranks in front of us!
We were surrounded. They were just gawking at us- ogling our boobs and asses, and leering menacingly. I was really frightened. They seemed to be taking us into more and more desolate sections. Suddenly they stopped in front of an old warehouse that looked liked it had been abandoned for several years. We were forced to stop too, naturally, since they were all around us.
I shut off my motor and slipped my key in my pocket so that none of them would get it. I saw Melba do the same thing. "Hey, look guys-" I started to say, but none of them was even listening. They just got off their bikes and grabbed us and started hustling us towards the side of the building.
Melba opened her mouth to say something and I guess they thought she was going to scream. One of them clapped a hand over her mouth, and then someone did the same to me. Each of us had one guy holding us and covering our mouths. The others crowded around, putting their hands all over us. I struggled and kicked, but they were too overpowering. Hands went up my blouse, which was cut in a low V-neck, and down my pants, which happened to be hotpants. I saw that they had Melba's pants off her and then I felt fingers tugging at my zipper. These guys meant to rape us and they didn't want to waste any time! Still dragging us towards two double doors at the side of the building, they lifted my legs up and pulled my hotpants off.
"Hooo-ey!" one of them whistled. "She ain't wearin' no panties. Let's get her inside." One of them grabbed at my cunt and shoved his finger rudely up my hole. Two others took my ankles, pulled them apart, and started carrying me to the doors with my pussy. I was trying frantically to wriggle free, but I had no chance against all of them.
"This one's a live one," they cackled gleefully. "Must mean she's got a hot cunt."
Then one of them cried out, "Hey, these doors are locked!"
"What!" they all echoed. I surmised that they were used to finding them open. I guess they did this sort of thing a lot. I shuddered.
"We'll have to take them back to our place," one of them said. They all agreed, talking about us as though we weren't even there. If I wasn't so scared I would have been mad as hell. They were acting like we were their dogs or something, that it didn't matter what happened to us.
All of them let go of us except for the two guys holding us from behind. Then one real ugly one stepped up to me and held a knife up to my neck. Then, through the thin cotton of my blouse, he made a cross mark.
"You girls put your clothes on and come with us," he said with a sneer. "And scream or try to get away and I'll cut your pretty little titties like mincemeat."
I wasn't about to displease this fellow. Meekly I nodded. He turned to Melba. She nodded.
They released us and let us put our clothes on. Then they walked us back over to the bikes, all parked at the side of the street. I was thanking God for this small reprieve, even though it looked like we were in big trouble.
I was hoping that we would be allowed to ride our own bikes, but this was not the case. They motioned for us to climb on behind two of them, and the others made sure to keep us surrounded. With a mighty roar, eight big motorcycles started up. The noise was deafening. I was really shaking, and I could tell that Melba was frightened, too. We didn't look at each other.
We went about three blocks and stopped at a red light. And then a miracle happened. A police car pulled up to the light coming from the other direction. They all saw it and started to close ranks around us so we couldn't be seen. Melba and I both knew in that instant that our only escape was now. Before they could stop us we slipped off the backs of the bikes and walked across the street right in front of them and the police as natural as we could, we both waved and smiled at them like they were friends of ours. "Thanks for the lift!" we said gaily. I didn't want to go running to the police for one reason. They probably wouldn't be able to catch all of them, and the ones they didn't catch would come looking for us. I didn't want to have to spend my time in this city in hiding.
We crossed the street calm as you please, right in front of the police car. I watched the gang looking worried as we started walking, but they looked relieved when we didn't run to the cops.
The light turned green. Gunning their motors angrily, Ma's Boys went charging down the street. I bet they were madder than hell. Their quarry got away. At least we didn't squeal on them. Not that I didn't want to. But it wasn't a wise idea.
The police car cruised by us, looking very interested at us. I'm sure they wondered what we were doing there. They stopped.
"You girls all right?" the one in the passenger seat asked. He leaned out the window and looked us up and down very carefully.
"Oh, sure, we're fine," we assured them. "But would you mind giving us a lift down the street? We left our motorcycles down there." They said, sure they would.
I was making silent prayer that we could get to our bikes and get out of there before our biker friends came back. It was a gift from heaven to get a ride.
The two policemen rode us down there with no questions asked. They must have wondered why we supposedly had those guys drop us off three blocks away from our bikes. But they didn't ask. I guess they figured that if we said we were all right, they would take our word for it.
We reached the spot where our motorcycles were parked. They let us out, and we quickly started our motors and headed away from there, in the opposite direction that the gang had taken. As we pulled away, I looked down the side of the building where we had been captives a few short minutes ago. I remembered those hands on me, and I felt icy chills creep up my spine.
"Let's get out of here!" I shouted to Melba over the din of our machines. She nodded and we sped off in the direction the police car had taken.
We kept riding and didn't look back until we were well away from that neighborhood. We came to a well-lit street with a few open restaurants. We pulled into the parking lot of one of them, around in the back and out of sight of the street. We went inside to collect ourselves.
We sat in a booth and ordered some coffee. We collected quite a few stares, seeing as we were the only females in the place besides the waitress. We weren't in the mood for men at the moment, so we just ignored them.
"Why don't I call my mother's friend," I said to Melba while we were waiting for our coffee. "We won't have to stay with her the whole time. Right now I need a secure place to sleep in."
"Yeah, I think that's a good idea," she agreed. "I hope she's not too much of a drag, though."
"I hope not," I said as I was getting out of the booth. I went over to the phone and dialed Anne's number. The phone rang many times, and I figured I was getting her out of bed. The old bat probably went to bed at ten o'clock every night. I saw the waitress go to our table with two steaming cups of coffee. Just then Anne answered her phone.
"Hello?" said a woman's voice, quite out of breath.
Oh, no. I'd gotten her up. "Hello, Anne?" I said.
"Yes?"
"This is Sandy Hagerty. Phyllis's daughter," I said.
"Oh I'm so glad you called," she cried. "Your mother wrote and said you'd be out here. I was so hoping you'd call. You simply must come stay with me. Where are you?"
It turned out that we weren't far from her house at all. She gave me directions and I wound up the conversation telling her we'd be there within the half hour. I went back to the table and told Melba. I was so relieved to have a safe place to go to. She was too. We drank our coffee fast and left, eager get home to a motherly woman who would take care of us.
Her directions were quite accurate. It took us only fifteen minutes to get from the coffee shop to her house. It was in a very classy neighborhood, and the house itself was not large, but beautifully architected. It was modern with wood shingles and large windows facing the front. The small yard had palm trees and lovely tropical flowers.
She had told us we could park our bikes in the garage, so we turned into the driveway. Parked there already was a Rolls Royce, and in front of that was a late model Corvette. There was room for us to get by, and we rode into the garage and turned off the engines.
Melba said, "I have a feeling we might have been wrong about Anne."
I looked at the two cars in the driveway. "It looks like we may be in for a surprise at that."
We walked around to the front door and rang the bell. An absolutely gorgeous young Oriental man wearing only a wraparound loincloth answered the door. I almost flipped when I saw him. I was expecting a middle aged lady in a flannel gown to answer the door.
He was expecting us, apparently, because he ushered us right in. As we stood in the small foyer Anne came barging through one of the doors.
My mind was completely blown when I saw her. She was a tall and elegant woman with ash blonde hair just starting to turn gray. Her figure was extremely voluptuous; she had a slim waist which flared out on top and bot-tom to spacious wide hips and full ripe breasts. She ran over and embraced us both warmly.
"Oh, I'm so glad to see you here," she gushed warmly. "And it's a very timely visit. I'm, uh, entertaining some friends of mine from the studio. You two will make a lovely addition to the party." To the young man whose body I was still ogling she said, "Lin, would you take their bags up to the guest rooms?"
He bowed slightly and went up the stairs with our packs. I stared after him, and then asked Anne, "Who's he?"
"Lin is my part-time houseboy," she said. He also teaches me t'ai ch'i, judo, and a few other, uh, ancient sports. He's very good." This last she said with a sly wink.
I could hold it back no longer. "Anne, you are absolutely nothing like what I expected. I'm amazed."
She laughed. "I thought you'd have that reaction. You were probably expecting an old lady to meet you at the door, with hot cocoa."
I was very embarrassed that she hit so close to the truth. Then Melba said, "We were worried that you were an old prude who'd want us to be in every night at nine-o'clock!"
Anne laughed uproariously at that. "My dear young ladies," she said in a mock scolding tone, I am neither old, nor a prude, and the only reason I want you here at nine o'clock every night is because this is the swingingest place in town. The parties are here every night."
Melba and I looked at each other as if we'd just struck a gold mine, which indeed we had.
"And now," Anne continued, "you can do me the courtesy of letting me get back to my party. And joining it yourselves. We were at a very crucial stage in our, uh, conversation."
She put extra emphasis on the word conversation; I had a feeling I knew what she was getting at. And when we followed her into the posh living room, I knew I was right.
Right there, before our very eyes, were the four members of the Underground Rockets! I stood there in dumbfounded silence as my mind was blown away a second time. There were the foxy guys that we barely hoped we'd meet.
I'd been having wet dreams about the drummer for months now, and I almost came in my pants when I saw him sitting right there in the flesh. And what flesh.
And I knew Melba really went for the lead guitarist, who happened to be black, too.
The drummer, whose name was Rex Tyran, was wearing a pair of tight slacks and a leather vest. He seemed to like what he saw on me, too. His eyes roamed over me appraisingly, approvingly.
Anne introduced everybody. The lead guitarist's name was Ben Lomond, the piano player was Dale Lagosta. The bass player called himself simply "Spyder." Anne had a very high-paying executive position with the promotion department of the studio where the Underground Rockets recorded. She had invited them to stay with her for the week they would be in town for their concert tour.
This was going to prove to be a very entertaining visit. Between Lin, the fantastically sexy house boy and the four musicians here, and heaven knows how many other men that Anne probably knew, I was going to have my fill of cock. I decided to start getting it right now.
Anne started things rolling. She plopped herself down in a huge stuffed leather chair. In one swift move she lifted the skirts of her clinging red gown up to her waist. Her light brown pussy hair was exposed for all to see. She spread her legs and grinned lasciviously at Spyder, who sat on the ottoman at the foot of her chair.
"Where were we?" she said, spreading open the outer lips of her cunt to reveal her musk-smeared slash. Before he dived in to her tantalizing cunt she turned to the rest of us. "I trust you all can entertain each other for a while. Spyder and I have unfinished business." The next sound from her was a loud groan as Spyder seized her downy cuntlips between his teeth and began to suck gently on them. "UUnnhhhhhhhh!" she moaned as he dug deeper and deeper into her dripping snatch.
Rex approached me. My nipples puckered instantly, poking invitingly through the thin material of my low-cut blouse. "Sandy," he purred in the sultry voice I had heard sing on my albums. "Let's go somewhere and get to know each other."
I tried desperately to think of something to say, but was speechless. My mouth felt suddenly dry and my cunt started to ache. I gave him my hand, then finally found my tongue. "Take me," I said as though in a hypnotic trance.
"Oh, that's the kind of response I like to get," he said insinuatingly. He slipped an arm around my shoulders and led me up the stairs to one of the bedrooms up there-Anne's it turned out. The room was luxuriously decorated with a round bed in the center. Rex pulled back the spread, revealing gold satin sheets underneath.
"Mmmmm," I said when I saw them. I sat down on the bed and ran my fingers across the soft shiny material. I lay down and wriggled my body, relishing the feel of the cool satin on my bare arms and legs. I wished I was naked. But I knew it wouldn't be long. I looked up at Rex, still without saying a word, communicating to him silently my enormous need. I reached down and fingered my tits as I lay on the bed before him. They poked through my blouse like pebbles, and I drew erotic little circles around them. Then I spoke.
"I ache for you," I said simply. I grabbed the firm flesh of my boobs and held it out to him.
He lowered himself gently onto the bed and began stroking my pendulous breasts with both hands. He fitted his sensual lips next to my ear and whispered, "You're going to ache a lot more before I'm through."
His words alone were enough to send erotic tremors racing up and down my spine. His hands caressing my breasts sent thrills all through my cunt. "Uunnhhhhhh," I moaned softly, settling back submissively against the gold sheets.
He undid my blouse and lifted it off me. Then his mouth descended on the rosy tips of my nipples, sucking first one and then the other as if they were berries ripe for plucking. "Aaaannnhhhhhhhh!" I groaned, pressing the full flesh of my tits against his face, relishing the sensation of his teeth as they grazed the stiffened tips.
My hips were squirming and undulating and he forced his knees between my thighs. My legs parted as though they were butter sliced with a knife. My breasts were leaving with excitement and my nipples were taut and dark, glistening with his saliva.
Then slowly, teasingly, he drew off my shorts. I squirmed impatiently, my body aching for his hands to begin heir expert caressing again. I lay there watching him, my eyes half glazed with passion. He pulled the hotpants over my feet and I immediately spread my legs, giving him a clear view of my succulent, dripping snatch that awaited his fingers, his mouth. A jolt of lewd excitement crossed his face as he saw my cunt and smelled the sweet juices from it.
He quickly stripped himself naked, never once taking his eyes off my body. I stared at his handsome, muscular body as it came into view and licked my lips in excitement at the thought of what was to come. Suddenly, I saw his massive erection, jutting straight out from his body.
"Oh my God," I choked, filled with both fear and desire for his gigantic prick. Just looking at it filled me with awe and desperate need all at the same time. I became frantic for his cock, needed to stuff it into my aching empty hole.
"Annnhhhh," I groaned, undulating my hips in a frantic circle. "Do it to me, do it to me!" My hands flew to my belly, stroking and massaging as though they could somehow fill up the aching void in my hot pussy. My boobs hung down enticingly, bouncing and jiggling with every breath. My nipples were as taut as pebbles and I was quivering all over with the need to be fucked.
But Rex was taking it real slow. He knelt between my thighs and yanked them as wide open as they would go. He hovered over the swollen flower of my slit, breathing in the warm fragrance that drifted up. I needed it so bad that I could hardly hold still. My thighs were shaking and I thrust my pelvis upwards in sharp, begging motions. He stuck out his tongue and wiggled it very near to my slit, washing my throbbing snatch with his breath, teasing me mercilessly.
"Nnnnnnnnhhhhhh," I moaned, tearing at the expensive sheets with my fingernails. "Suck me, oh please, please, now... "
He grabbed both of my pussy lips in his mouth suddenly, and sucked voraciously, sending me into a massive spasm of delight. He grasped my knees in his hands and brought them open and down again, forcing me to relax. He stroked my thighs delicately, wooing me slowly into an erotic trance.
"Aannnhhhhhhhh," I moaned as his mouth began to stroke up and down on my private parts. He sucked on the pussy lips then let them go so he could ripple his tongue around the satiny inner grooves. I was thrusting up at him, trying to get him to go up to my throbbing clit. I was so frantic to come that I could hardly control myself.
"Mmmmmm, my sweet," he murmured, his mouth full Of my pussy juice. My hips began to gyrate to his words, twisting and bucking and begging in strangled passion. He shoved his tongue up the satiny pussy lips right on up to the throbbing swollen bud of my clit.
"Aaauuugghhhh!" I choked, and I concentrated all my efforts on getting the most out of the slurpings and lickings of his expert tongue. I gave myself up wantonly to the sensations that were filling my dripping pussy. I had dreamed of him so often and now here we was, putting his mouth right where I needed it most.
His tongue was rippling around my swollen clit in circles now, teasing this way and that, giving it sensations from every possible angle. I could feel the tiny bud tighten and stiffen more and more under his onslaught as my lust for him grew uncontrollably.
"Ahhhhhh, fuck me, give it to me," I ranted as I swung my ass with abandon while my flesh struggled for release from the exquisite torture he was putting me through. I bucked and slammed obscenely against his face, trying to extract every possible drop of pleasure from his tongue.
Then he quickly started working his way up my belly with his tongue; then onto the rosy aureoles of my tits. I was screaming with pleasure. Then he pressed his body against mine. His thick prick grazed my belly as he stabbed teasingly with his hips. His cock head left dripping streaks of sex fluid on the soft white skin of my belly. I fought upwards with my hips, struggling to get his flopping swollen rod down between my legs.
Slowly his huge cock slipped over my throbbing love button, parted the mounds of my pussy lips, and opened my slit. I groaned as I felt the blunt tip press against the gates to my quivering joy box.
Then he plunged, hard as steel, to the very depths of my canal. "Aaauuugghhhhhhh," I cried ecstatically as the aching throbbing need inside my cunt was so searingly filled. His cock forced me open like a sword, giving me a sensation of pain and pleasure at the same time.
"Ah, my sweet cunt," Rex murmured in my ear as he began fucking me in earnest now. He moved in and out in a steady rhythm, stuffing himself ball-deep in my seething canal, and then pulling out so that the engorged cap of his shaft teased my downy cuntlips.
He took one breast in his mouth, licked at the nipple enticingly, then pulled the whole mound of flesh into his lascivious mouth. My nipple poked up harder and harder against his mouth as he sucked at it. His tongue, punching at my tit, sent erotic messages straight to my pussy, making every nerve ending flame with uncontrollable lust.
I undulated beneath him and molded myself to his body. I wrapped my arms sinuously around his shoulders and I lifted my legs to encircle his waist, digging my heels fiercely into his back. I planted rapid-fire kisses wetly over his neck and shoulders, then lashed out with my teeth to bite stingingly. A tiny red mark appeared where I had bitten. He grinned at me, pleased at my spunk. Then he slammed forward hard for an answer.
Aauuggggghhhhhhh!" I cried out, feeling his weapon ram me to the hilt. I could feel my climax coming near. It began to vibrate in every fiber of my being, and I wanted to be taken by this man as I never had been taken before.
He lunged forward, driving for the finish line. My cunt was tight and succulent, clutching at him like a kid glove, fitting his rod to perfection. It grasped at his rigid shaft as if trying to extract the warm liquid inside. I could feel his climax start to build just as mine was reaching its breaking point. Our bellies slapped together faster and faster in an ever increasing rhythm.
Finally he let me have it. His come flew into my vaginal canal like firework bursts, bathing the spasming walls with violent washes of electricity.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" I screamed, tossing my head from side to side and bucking my hips frantically upwards as my orgasm exploded inside me. It shattered through my pussy, feeling like it would take me apart limb by limb. My breasts heaved violently on my chest and my breath came in sucking gasps as the sensations flooded my womb. His hard cock rammed and battered at my cunt as its tip spurted its milky load deep into my cervix.
My hips kept their rhythm, begging for more and more of his exquisite cock. My cunt contracted again and again as it drank in every jolt of that hot streaming come. He kept pounding it home, riding me out to the very end. Waves of ecstasy washed over me until I lost hold of everything but sensuality. Everything entered in this one moment of supreme pleasure.
When it was finally over, I lay back in satisfied exhaustion, once more becoming aware of the cool satin sheets rubbing sensually against my skin. Rex lay on top of me, breathing hard. He had withdrawn his cock, and it lay on my belly, limp and covered with our mixed sex juices.
And then, miraculously, I felt it start to grow hard again. He was getting another hard-on! My cunt, which had just felt so satisfied, like an itch that's just been scratched, began to throb and burn anew. I had read magazine articles about this musician which said he was a very good lover. But I had no idea he could ever be this good-and this virile.
"Ready for another round?" Rex asked me.
My parting thighs were all the answer I needed to give him.
CHAPTER TWELVE
It would be hard to describe in great detail the incredible night that followed, or indeed the incredible week that followed. Suffice it to say that it far surpassed any experience I had had at the orgy in Tucson. What that gave me in quantity, this week gave me in quality.
After Rex and I made glorious love the second time, Lin came in the room. He offered to show us down to the exercise room where he gave Anne her judo lessons.
We descended two nights of stairs, and entered the large room, filled with tumbling mats, an exercise table, a few pieces of equipment for working out, and a small sauna at one end. I saw one reason why Anne was still so beautiful and voluptuous.
We got there just as Spyder, Dale and Ben were lifting Anne's naked body up onto the exercise table. They began to kiss and caress her all over. One worked on her ripe breasts, teasing the large brown nipples to rock hard arousal. Another kissed the insides of her thighs while the third one buried his face in her steaming snatch. They all rotated around her, taking different positions as they changed off caressing different parts of her body. She was moaning excitedly and begging them to please fuck her- all at once!
Melba was standing by herself away from the table watching the proceedings. She was horny as hell-she stood there with her hand on her pussy, mashing her thighs together, and moaning excitedly.
Rex decided to take care of her aching twat. He went over to her and took her in his arms. She responded to him with a long deep kiss, and soon they were down on the mat, rolling and twisting together in unabashed passion.
Lin eased me down to the mats, and proceeded to give me lessons in the ancient art of fucking. He showed me some new tricks and different, bizarre positions that were incredibly erotic.
The rest of the night was like this, with all of us switching partners, tasting each other, experimenting with new techniques. Some of the things we got into-well, you'll just have to imagine them because they're just too naughty to tell.
After a few evenings spent in this manner, the guys brought some friends over who made movies. We spent every night after that filming ourselves in the most erotic scenes we could ever imagine-scenes with four guys and one chick, with the three of us women playing with one of them, one where they played musical cunts with us. We women knelt in a row on our hands and knees with our cunts stuck in the air, while they mounted us one by one. They were allowed five strokes in before they had to go on to the next cunt. The object was to see who could last the longest without coming. I'm afraid I lost that one must have come a hundred times in that game.
On our last night there, they all came over and made us a present of two copies of each of the movies. We played them all evening and had our farewell orgy while they flickered erotically across the huge screen erected in the living room. When we mounted our bikes in the morning, I could hardly grip the seat, my cunt was so reamed out.
We asked them to mail a copy of the films to our friends in Tucson. Months later, when we passed through there again, we watched the movies and had a repeat of the orgy night we had spent there.
Well, my traveling days are through for a little while. Melba and I took a large apartment and have been doing quite a bit of entertaining of our own-Hollywood style of course! We have a few swinging couples and horny singles on their way over here right now, for a bit of movie watching and body snatching. Don't know how long I'll stay settled. Just until it stops feeling good. But I expect it won't be long before my soul aches for the open road, and my pussy longs for the variety and adventure she's used to.
So keep a look out. I may be passing through your town one of these days, and I'll bet you can take care of this spoiled pussy in the manner in which she is accustomed. See you then!
