Gretchen stood about fifteen feet from the intersection of a main thoroughfare. She was a twenty-five-year-old strawberry blonde with a body that would stop traffic, even if she didn't put her thumb up.
As usual, she was wearing what she called her hitchhiking outfit, cut-off black jeans with the ragged legs cut so short her bush showed, a black T-shirt stretched tightly across her heavy breasts, and black sneakers with no socks. She was wearing a small backpack with a change of clothing, and the straps accentuated her jutting breasts.
A black Lincoln Town Car turned the corner and headed toward her, and she stuck up her thumb before it gained speed. The car drifted to a smooth stop, the heavily tinted window slid down with a faint hiss, and an auburn-haired woman looked her over carefully.
"Where are you going?" the woman asked.
"North," Gretchen replied.
"Well," the woman laughed, "so are we. Get in, and we'll take you as far as we're going."
The door locks popped, and Gretchen opened the door, took off her backpack and tossed it on the floor and slid in. "Neat car," she said, sinking into the plush leather seat.
The woman turned around and looked at Gretchen again, as openly as before, as she leaned over to move the backpack to the other side of the car, and sat for a few moments with her knees apart.
"I see that you're a natural strawberry blonde," the woman said.
Gretchen realized that she was sitting with her knees apart, and closed them slowly. "Yeah, I don't bother to color it or anything."
"It's very pretty," the woman said. "Girls with one color on the top and another color on the bottom look funny."
Gretchen did her own visual inspection, just as openly as the woman had, and felt a faint, heady excitement stirring in her blood as she looked at the striking woman, noting her full, pointed breasts and smooth-skinned face, deciding that she was at least thirty. Her shimmering auburn hair framed a sharp face, with heavy, sensual lips, and her gray eyes danced with life.
"I'm Peggy Kelso," she said, "and this is my husband, Bruce."
Gretchen flashed Peggy a big smile. "I'm
Gretchen Foster. Thanks for stopping for me."
The man behind the wheel was slender, handsome, in his forties, perhaps, with an air of quiet refinement.
Deliberately, Gretchen opened her knees again, and chuckled to herself as Bruce's eyes filled with hunger as he looked at her in the rearview mirror.
Peggy caught the interplay, and smiled. "Are you old enough to be out by yourself?"
"Yeah, I'm 25," Gretchen said. "I just look young."
"Are you a model?"
"Good grief, no," Gretchen replied. "Why?"
"You're remarkably lovely," Peggy said. "Such beautiful skin and eyes, and your body is ideal for certain kinds of modeling."
"Voluptuous, you mean," Gretchen said. "I hear that a lot."
"Yes," Peggy said, "I imagine you do, but I was going to say sensual. Bruce is a professional photographer, and I'm his assistant. We're always looking for fresh faces. There's an album of some of our work on the seat by you. Why don't you take a look at it, and tell me what you think?"
Gretchen opened the album and caught her breath. The photos were stunning, bold and vividly explicit, page after page of them depicting almost every conceivable sex act. Bruce was a superb artist, able to capture ecstasy and the smallest detail without being raunchy. They didn't look at all like pornography, in fact. She lingered on one set of photos, and Peggy leaned over the back of the seat and looked at it.
"That one strikes your imagine, doesn't it?" she said.
"Yeah, it's pretty interesting," Gretchen replied. The photo showed seven naked girls doing a daisy chain, and each girl represented a classic type, plump or slender or petite, and so on. "I've never seen or done anything like that."
"That's one of Bruce's favorites," Peggy said. "Watching girls do each other excites him terribly."
Gretchen turned to stare into Peggy's eyes, feeling her desire like a vibrant current. "And not you?"
"Whatever Bruce--likes, I like," Peggy said.
Gretchen knew at once it was a lie. The woman was the aggressive one, she sensed, the one who would insist on venting her hunger first. She probably left her partners, male and female a-like, drained and exhausted.
Gretchen pointed to a photo of two girls and a man doing a lascivious threesome and said, "That's something I've always wanted to try. I've done some trios, but only with two guys. I don't know any girls who go both ways. There's a girl I work with who wants me to get it on with her, but I think she's a lesbian."
"Lesbians can be a lot of fun if you just want to go one-on-one," Peggy said, her luminous gray eyes showing a hint of mischief, "and doing it with a lesbian doesn't make you one." Peggy lit a cigarette and blew smoke at the top of the car, then said, "We design erotic lingerie and market it mostly on our web site, and we're always looking for new models." She glanced pointedly at Gretchen's crotch. "Some of our steady customers like girls who don't remove their pubic hair. Many of the girls your age do, and it's hard to find one with your looks and aura to model for us." She reached over and put the tips of her fingers on Gretchen's knee. "You'd be perfect."
The idea of modeling erotic lingerie appealed to Gretchen, and she felt a rising excitement. "How do you know I'd be perfect? You haven't seen me naked."
"You're nearly naked right now," Bruce laughed, glancing at Gretchen in the rearview mirror.
"Point made," Gretchen laughed back. "I get more rides dressed this way."
"Yes, I imagine you do," Peggy said. "You aren't hiding any disfiguring scars or stretch marks under your shirt, are you?"
Gretchen shook her head and lifted the tail of her shirt above her breasts.
"Magnificent," Peggy breathed. "Your breasts are firm, and those faint blue veins are so erotic. Do you know who Tracy Adams is?" Gretchen shook her head. "She's a porn star, a very good one, a beautiful woman with a special aura and loads of talent. Your breasts look just like hers. Will you let us do some test shots of you? If they turn out the way I think they will, we'll talk money."
Gretchen was too excited by the strange couple to say no, and knew the ultimate outcome would be a hot threesome with them, but she studied Peggy a moment, just to heighten the anticipation. "We don't have to talk about money," she said softly. "I probably won't be a very good model anyway."
"Turn around, Bruce, and go back home," Peggy said. To Gretchen, she said, "You'll be better than you think, and I'll help you." Her lively gray eyes smoldered as she took Gretchen's hand in hers and squeezed tightly, her sexual desire hovering in the air like a magnetic current. "Bruce and I will do our best, and our best is very, very good."
"We won't disappoint you," Bruce said, "and you can have your pick of the photos."
CHAPTER TWO
Gretchen's heart raced nervously as Peggy and Bruce led her into a bedroom. There were photos and paintings and tapestries on the walls, one of the tapestries a huge calendar depicting a different sexual position for every day of the month, and Gretchen studied it with interest. She didn't see how people could contort themselves into some of the positions, and wondered if they weren't figments of somebody's overactive lecherous whimsy.
Peggy went to a dresser and lay out an assortment of erotic lingerie on the bed, and Gretchen examined it with interest and delight. All of the panties were covered with erotic designs and lacy frills, and most of them had split crotches. The bras were also lacy things meant more for decoration than usefulness, also adorned with tiny, active figures, and many of them with holes for the nipples. The garter belts were also lacy affairs, but at least they were functional, and they and the hose repeated the same erotic designs. There were several pair of fuck-me shoes in different colors, and they, too, were covered with tiny designs. In all of them, the men had immense erections, and yet, there wasn't a trace of vulgarity in the designs, and the art was sheer quality.
"These are wild," Gretchen said. "The colors are so brilliant."
"So they'll show up in the photos," Peggy said. "You'll look smashing in them.
"My studio is here," Bruce said, opening an adjoining door. "Just put on any matching set you like and come in when you're ready."
Peggy stroked Gretchen's arm, her gray eyes shining, her breathing fast. "You have such lovely skin," she murmured. "When a woman is excited, her skin glows and the camera captures it. May I undress you? Just undress you," she added quickly, "nothing more. I'd enjoy it so much."
She wants to work herself up to a frenzy before she jumps my bones, Gretchen thought. "Go ahead," she said, intrigued by the game.
Peggy gripped the bottom of Gretchen's T-shirt and lifted it slowly, brushing her hands lightly over Gretchen's taut belly. She had seen the girl's tits in the car, but this was different, and her hands trembled as she pulled the shirt over Gretchen's head. She held Gretchen's arms over her head and sucked in her breath as she stared at the young beauty's stirring, uplifted breasts.
"Gorgeous," Peggy murmured, "simply exquisite. There's a model's trick, stroking the nipples so they grow taut and the breasts swell. Would you mind?"
I wonder if she'll be this polite when we get down to the nitty-gritty, Gretchen thought. She looks like she wants to eat me alive. All this bullshit about posing is simply a way to seduce me, but I don't mind. I want to be seduced. I might even get a couple of racy photos out of it.
"I don't mind," Gretchen said, and shivered as Peggy cupped her breasts and gently stroked the dusky nipples.
"like hot silk," Peggy whispered, her breasts heaving with excitement as her fingers caressed the rigid nipples.
"My tits have never been touched intimately by a girl," Gretchen said softly. No part of her had, but she wanted to send a signal to Peggy by calling them tits.
"Thank you," Peggy said softly. "Breasts and vagina sounds so formal, so clinical."
"I even know how to spell cunt," Gretchen said, with a faint chuckle.
Peggy's lips parted and Gretchen could sense that she was fighting to control her wild passion, that she wanted to fling her down on the bed and ravish her right there and then.
Instead, Peggy shuddered and knelt and unbuttoned Gretchen's shorts, her eyes glittering on Gretchen's naked thighs as she wriggled them down. Gretchen stepped out of the shorts and pushed her sneakers off with the toe of the opposite foot as Peggy slid her palms up and down Gretchen's legs, stroking the satiny flesh, her nose only inches from Gretchen's delicate pubic nest.
There was a long moment of suspense as Peggy's hands trembled on Gretchen's soft hips and her tongue circled her lips. "So lovely," she whispered, hypnotized by the moist pink cleft, "so feminine.. . "
Quickly, Gretchen stepped back. No sense in letting Peggy get carried away too soon. The longer she had to wait, the more intense her desire would be. "Your husband is waiting," she said softly.
"Of course." Peggy stood up, her cheeks flushed. "You're perfect for the job, Gretchen. You're going to be so good."
Gretchen didn't miss the double meaning. She smiled coyly as she bent over to put on a pair of shoes and teased Peggy by barely shaking her shoulders to make her big tits bump together. She straightened up and surreptitiously watched Peggy devoure her with greedy eyes as she put on a pair of crotchless panties and a matching sheer bra with cut-outs for her swollen nipples.
Gretchen walked gracefully into the next room, knowing Peggy was ravishing her mentally as she watched her firm ass sway.
"Magnificent," Bruce said, running his eyes over Gretchen's lush curves.
For a minute, the husband and wife watched her in silence, and Gretchen stood silently, her chest arched slightly to accentuate her tits, one hip shot and her legs parted slightly so they could see her love nest.
"Let's start," Peggy said impatiently.
Peggy took Gretchen's arm and stood her in front of a red velvet backdrop. Bruce adjusted the bright floodlights and Peggy guided Gretchen through a series of poses, mostly candid, seductive cheesecake, without showing anything personal or private except her nipples and a hint of bare tit now and then.
"Those floodlights make it terribly hot in here," Peggy said. Looking at Gretchen and smiling faintly, she stripped down to the buff.
As she openly scrutinized Peggy's lush nakedness, Gretchen's pulse quickened and she felt juice trickle gently into her hole. Peggy's tits were larger than hers, standing high and firm and looking so succulent, centered with large coral-colored nipples. Her hips and ass were fleshy and her thighs were heavier, but still sensual in a mature way, framing a lush nest of auburn hair.
"Let's jazz things up a little," Gretchen said.
Peggy helped Gretchen change into more and more seductive outfits and strike more tantalizing poses, teasing her nipples to keep them hard and rubbing against her and stroking her hot, satiny flesh, transmitting her urgency through her eager fingers.
Gretchen felt her own desire rising feverishly, and easily fell into the mood. She stripped, and for the next several minutes, held her tits and pointed them at the camera, and gave Bruce a pouty look as she teased her nipples and rubbed her pussy.
"That's good," Bruce said, "keep doing it."
Gretchen gave Bruce a big wink and a tempting smile as she spread her legs and thrust her crotch forward. She licked her lips seductively, extended the fuck finger of her right hand and slowly rubbed it up and down her slit, then put both hands between her legs and spread her pussy open.
"Peggy, get in the picture with her," Bruce said.
Peggy stood behind Gretchen and moaned softly as she dug her hot tits into Gretchen's back and squeezed her firm buttocks and probed the deep crevice of her ass. She held her passion in check for a couple shots, then touching Gretchen's sexy young body got the best of her.
She turned Gretchen around and stared into her eyes for a long moment, her heaving tits betraying her wild emotions. Then she threw her arms around Gretchen and crushed their hot, velvety tits together and dug her fingers into Gretchen's ass as she pushed her tongue between Gretchen's lips for a heated kiss.
"I want you first," Peggy whispered in a trembling voice, hugging Gretchen passionately, biting her on the lips, squirming their pussies together and trembling wildly from the lascivious contact.
Gretchen responded with equal urgency, jerking her crotch gently against Peggy's, the throbbing ache in her wet cunt a fierce need.
Peggy held Gretchen's hand tightly and hurried next door to the bedroom and put the young blonde on the bed. Gretchen lay back and whimpered softly as the redhead cupped her tits and sucked her turgid nipples hungrily.
"Your mouth feels so good on my tits," Gretchen murmured.
Peggy stroked Gretchen's feverish flesh as her hot lips and wet tongue cavorted between the blonde's tits and over her stomach. One by one, she lifted Gretchen's legs and flicked her wet tongue on the inside of each thigh, then pulled Gretchen's pussy open and cooed to herself as she looked at the deep, pink cleft.
"Oh, Bruce," Peggy whispered, "you're going to love her clit. It's huge and looks so tasty."
Gretchen moaned deep in her chest and rested her legs over Peggy's shoulders and curled her cunt up. Peggy moaned equally loud, kissed the blonde's pussy, then buried her mouth in the succulent gash and lashed out with her tongue.
"Oh," Gretchen whispered, "I wondered what it would feel like the first time a girl did that."
"like a hot tongue," Bruce chuckled.
Peggy probed Gretchen's hole and tickled the moist walls of her cunt. A wild, searing thrill tore through Gretchen's body, and she moaned again and bucked her cunt up. Peggy seized the blonde's big, swollen clit between her lips and sucked fiercely, and Gretchen sobbed out loud as a minor quake shook her body.
The quakes that followed wracked Gretchen's body as Peggy devoured her greedily, sucking gently one moment, then furiously the next, vibrating her tongue rapidly, giving Gretchen a series of shattering thrills.
Peggy had a diabolical flair for teasing, arousing Gretchen to a frenzy of passion, pushing her over the brink, deliberately slowing down her kisses, probing her hot walls with the tip of her long tongue in a delicate maneuver and using a soft, dreamy suction on her clit until she was ready to cum again, then attacking her with lively lips and active tongue.
Gretchen thought she had reached the ultimate peak, then Peggy stuck a long slender finger up her ass, giving her a double thrill, and she nearly hit the ceiling. Nearly hysterical from Peggy's teasing, she pulled the redhead's mouth to her hot, juicy twat and gasped loudly and quivered and bucked wildly as she came again and again. Peggy pumped her finger in and out of Gretchen's ass and changed from licking to fucking with her tongue, and Gretchen thought she would faint from sheer joy.
For five minutes, Peggy drained Gretchen with low, greedy moans of pleasure, then released her and sat up. "I could do that forever," she panted, "but it's Brace's turn. We don't want you to do anything but lie there, darling, and let us make you feel good."
Gretchen pushed herself up on her elbows and looked at Bruce sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, his huge prick erect, his eyes glittering.
"I'm not the passive type," Gretchen retorted and reached over to grasp Brace's gorged cock in her small hand, then realized how big it was. "God, Bruce, is there a horse running around somewhere without a cock?"
"Now, you know why I've always got a smile on my face," Peggy said.
Gretchen squeezed Brace's pulsating thickness and shivered, then leaned over and circled the massive knob with her tongue. Excited by the hot, fleshly maleness, she seized the knob with her wet lips and kissed it greedily, then licked the shaft like a big lollipop.
Bruce groaned with delight and caressed Gretchen's head tenderly. She flicked the tip of her tongue rapidly over his balls, then sucked one into her mouth, and he spread his legs to give her more room.
Peggy brought her own tongue into play, and Gretchen felt an exquisite wet thrill on the sensitive sole of her left foot. The titillating sensation went up along the underside of her and bounced from buttock to buttock, and she braced for the next fiery stimulation. Peggy's tongue skittered down the cleft of her buttocks, then Peggy spread her cheeks apart, and Gretchen held her breath in suspense. Peggy's tongue stabbed her ass-hole like wet fire, and she moaned and gently bit Bruce's shaft.
Sensing that Bruce was close to cumming, Gretchen lifted her head and fondled his cock tenderly. Peggy kept up the hot, sharp thrills with her eager tongue, and Gretchen squirmed and wigged her tingling bottom against the redhead's face.
Peggy gave the crack of Gretchen's ass a long lick, then sat up and said, "Gretchen, get on Bruce's lap with your back to him."
Gretchen knelt over Bruce with her back to him and looked at Peggy. "What are you going to do?"
"Well, I'm certainly not going to sit on the sidelines," Peggy laughed as she knelt in front of Bruce's knees. "Go ahead, I want to watch the expression on your face when you sit on his cock."
"Just for that, you can hold his cock for me," Gretchen laughed, "and make sure you rub the head up and down my slit and over my clit before you stick it in me."
Her lush tits heaving with excitement, her gray eyes sparkling with lust, Peggy gripped her husband's dick and wiggled the crown back and forth through Gretchen's slit several times, then rubbed it over her clit.
Holding onto Bruce's thighs for support, Gretchen tilted her crotch and squirmed her ass, then snapped her hips forward, and the tip of his cock landed in her hole. She lowered herself slowly, biting her lip and groaning with joy as he filled her slippery depths, until she was sitting on his lap and his mighty lance was in her to the hilt, then squirmed her ass and flexed her cunt sharply
Bruce grunted, put his arms around Gretchen and cupped her tits and twiddled her taut nipples with his thumbs. "Big, luscious tits," he said softly.
"Big, mind-boggling cock," Gretchen murmured. Slowly, savoring every delicious moment, she slid up and down on his immense organ, squirming her ass gently to send hot ripples of bliss through her loins.
Peggy's pretty face was warped with lustful agitation as she watched her husband's cock slide in and out of the horny young blonde's hot cunt. "Do you like his cock, darling?" She shivered and hugged her tits and rocked gently back and forth.
"I love it," Gretchen gasped, sliding down heavily, his searing pole making her feel as if she might burst. His aroused wife kneeling so close, watching with glittering eyes, added to her excitement.
CHAPTER THREE
Peggy pushed Bruce's knees apart and leaned in and licked the inside of Gretchen's thighs, kissed her stomach, the fringe of her bush, then her tongue probed the blonde's upper slit and licked her swollen clit.
The electrifying feel made Gretchen squeal with bliss. The dual thrill of Bruce's huge, thick member pulsating inside her frenzied cunt and Peggy's skilled tongue writhing on her clit was almost more than Gretchen could bear.
Gretchen sobbed and jerked to a frantic rhythm, hugging Peggy's head tightly between her thighs and locking her turbulently spasming cunt on Bruce's throbbing shaft. She felt his dick swell and stretch her cunt to the limit, lifted her ass high, then slammed down with all her might and felt his bubbling jism shoot into her spastic channel and ricochet off the bottom. She tangled both hands in Peggy's hair and yanked it as she groaned and jerked and came, then fell back against Bruce, her damp, hot body twitching and trembling.
"God, I've never felt anything so thrilling," Gretchen gasped, her clit tingling and a glow of deep contentment welling up in her. "The two of you are really something."
"Get the oil, Bruce," Peggy said.
He nodded and gently lifted Gretchen off his lap and left the room.
"He's well-trained," Gretchen said.
"He knows when he's got it made. He's a damn good photographer, but it's hard for him to meet people. I line up the models and do the marketing and see that he gets all the pussy he wants, however he wants it, so we get along just fine."
"Well, from what I've seen so far, you two make a good team," Gretchen said.
Peggy smiled and caressed Gretchen's damp thighs, her tongue darting out to circle her lips. "Are you going to eat my pussy? I know you said that you've never made it with a girl, but you'd make me really happy if you would lick me a little."
"I'll make you as happy as I can," Gretchen said. "I wouldn't come this far and not go all the way." She chuckled and tweaked Peggy's nipple. "It probably won't take much of my inept licking to please you."
Peggy grinned and took Gretchen's hand and put it between her thighs. "Just think of how you like your pussy licked, and you'll do a lot better than you think. There's a favor you can do for Bruce, too."
"Such as?"
Peggy pulled Gretchen's fuck finger out and stuck it in her cunt. "Your foxy ass fascinates Bruce."
Gretchen laughed. "I've been had there before, a couple times."
"Not by Bruce," Peggy said dryly. "I'll give you a rubdown first, and get you relaxed."
"If I get any more relaxed, I'll fall apart," Gretchen laughed. "Bruce's big cock and your expert tongue really did me good. Where are we going to do the rubdown?"
"Right here," Peggy replied.
"It'll be awfully messy, won't it?"
"We change the sheets daily," Peggy chuckled. "You're not our first satisfied customer, darling. Besides, it makes the shower more fun afterward."
"Do you treat all your customers with such loving care?"
"No," Peggy said. In our line of business, we get quite an assortment to choose from and the opportunities are almost endless, but some of them have great bodies, but nothing between the ears, and some of them don't appeal to Bruce or me."
Gretchen wiggled her finger in Peggy's hole.
"You make me feel very special."
"You are very special, darling," Peggy said, hunching on Gretchen's finger. "Maybe sometime soon, you'd like to come over for a really wild party."
"Never been to an orgy," Gretchen said, thrusting her finger deeper into Peggy's cunt and wiggling it faster. "Are they kinky?"
"As kinky as you want them to be, darling," Peggy said, swiveling her cunt on Gretchen's finger.
"Then I'd love to come."
"Cumming is what it's all about, darling," Peggy chuckled.
Bruce came back with a big bottle of oil and gave it to Peggy, then sat on the foot of the bed with his legs bent and his ankles crossed.
Gretchen lay on her back and reached over and wrapped her dainty fist around Bruce's big cock and squeezed gently. "Peggy told me what you want," she said. "I've never had a cock as big as yours in my ass, but I'll try."
Bruce reached over and fondled her tit and said, "Thank you. I like to fuck beautiful young women in the ass."
"Don't let him kid you," Peggy laughed, "he--likes to fuck any woman in the ass."
Peggy straddled Gretchen's right leg and wiggled her ass gently back and forth as she rubbed the perfumed oil on Gretchen's shoulders and chest and supple tits, working it into her areolae and rolling her stiff fat nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
"Hmmm, your hands feel good," Gretchen murmured. "The oil smells good, too."
"Aromatherapy," Peggy replied softly. "If you've never tried it, you should. It does wonders for the libido."
"I'm not sure I need anything done for my libido," Gretchen chuckled softly.
Peggy rubbed oil on Gretchen's taut belly and legs and crotch and played with the lips of her pussy, then slid her finger down and pushed it into the blonde's ass-hole.
Bruce put his left hand on Gretchen's tit and the middle finger of his right hand in her slit. Peggy nodded and pumped her finger gently in and out of Gretchen's ass as Bruce rubbed her clit lightly.
"Oh, that's super," Gretchen murmured. A moment later, she nearly jerked Bruce's cock out by the roots and blurted, "I'm going to cum!" She bucked and writhed, hit the peak quickly, then fell off gradually. "I love what you two do to me."
Peggy gave Gretchen the bottle of oil and lay on her back.
Gretchen knelt by the redhead and lavished oil on her hot flesh, lingering on her tits to knead the swollen mounds. "Playing with your tits turns me on," she murmured. She oiled the rest of Peggy's body and played with her pussy and pushed her own lust back up the scale.
Peggy pulled Gretchen down on top of her and they lay in a tight embrace, squirming and kissing passionately, their mutual desire flaring as their slippery tits pressed together and their slippery legs entwined.
Peggy pushed on Gretchen's hip and aligned their crotches, then grabbed the blonde's ass and started humping. Gretchen wiggled into a better position, quickly got the hang of pussy rubbing, and humped back at the horny redhead. They wiggled and twisted furiously, popped within nanoseconds of each other, then lay still.
"Everything I do with you is so much fun," Gretchen said softly, giving Peggy a tender, loving kiss.
"Oil Bruce's cock up real good," Peggy said.
Peggy sat with her back against the headboard as Gretchen turned to Bruce and coated his cock with oil, bringing him to full erection, thrilling to the feel of his pulsing hardness in her small hands.
"Come here, darling," Peggy said.
Peggy drew her knees up and let them fall apart, and Gretchen crouched with her tits pressed into the bed and her ass in the air, Peggy's gaping cleft at the end of her nose and her hands under the redhead's ass. She traced the outline of Peggy's cunt lips with the tip of her tongue and shivered with excitement as she got her first real taste of another pussy.
Gretchen plunged her tongue deep into Peggy's hot honey hole, her heart beating fiercely as the redhead's special essence covered her lips and tongue. She felt Bruce pull her buttocks apart and waited apprehensively, her mouth covering Peggy's cunt, her tongue flicking idly over her clit.
Tentatively, Bruce probed Gretchen's ass-hole with the tip of his cock, and she tensed and flexed her buttocks.
"Relax," Bruce said softly.
Gretchen sucked in a deep breath through her nose and willed herself to relax, then let her breath out slowly and tongue-fucked Peggy rapidly, concentrating only on the unique taste of Peggy's pussy, trying her best to relax.
Slowly, steadily, Bruce gored Gretchen in the ass with his big lance, jerking gently and groaning each time he slid in a fraction of an inch further.
Gretchen probed the quivering walls of Peggy's cunt and bucked back at Bruce ever so slightly. He grabbed her hips and impaled her quickly, and a searing thrill shot through her. She lunged back to meet his thrusts and lavished frantic suction on Peggy's clit as he reamed her ass.
Peggy churned wildly beneath Gretchen's fierce lips and tongue, sobbing loudly and gasping and contracting her cunt with ecstasy, cumming almost from the moment the young blonde seized her clit and started sucking.
Gretchen held tightly to Peggy's writhing buttocks and filled her mouth with the redhead's flood of savory sauce, licking clit as fast as she could and wiggling and twisting her ass on Bruce's plundering prick. The few times she let a guy hump her rump, she hadn't climaxed. This time, she did, several times in quick succession, then Bruce lunged into her hard, and she trembled and came again as his hot libation filled her, tingling her nerves with a strange fulfillment.
She felt Bruce dismount, but she clung to Peggy's slippery ass, alternately licking her clit tenderly and sucking it furiously. Peggy writhed feebly and whimpered softly and tried to push her away. Electrified by Peggy's succulent box, she ignored the redhead's cries and clung to her ass and licked furiously and sucked blatantly until Peggy was screaming with ecstasy and pummeling her back with her fists.
When Gretchen thought the redhead had gotten a full dose of her own medicine, she sat up and put her arms over her head and stretched languorously. "That was fun," she said, grinning broadly.
Peggy shuddered and caught her breath and gasped, "And I thought I was insatiable. I thought you were going to suck my pussy inside out."
"I just wanted to be sure you enjoyed it," Gretchen said, feigning innocence.
Peggy shuddered and chuckled. "You're a hot little bitch. Come on, let's take a shower."
Thinking of her own small shower, Gretchen said, "All three of us at the same time?"
"You haven't seen our shower yet," Peggy said with a grin.
Gretchen casually grasped Bruce's dick, gave it a few tugs, and it started swelling again. As she followed Peggy into the bathroom, she felt an urge to engulf the massive tool once more and see if she could suck it dry.
"Specially built," Peggy said, sliding back the glass doors, "big enough for six. More, if you scrunch close together."
The walls were covered with intricate, sharply executed erotic mosaic tiles, and Peggy pointed to one. "A human sandwich," she said, "and since you've got my husband's cock hard again, you're going to be in the middle so he can have another go at your tight little pussy."
Gretchen gave Bruce's dick a gentle tug. "Does it ever get completely soft?"
"It takes a lot of work," Peggy replied, "more than you and I are up to."
Peggy adjusted the spray to warm, and the three of them stepped in. Peggy washed Gretchen, her skillful ringers deftly arousing the young blonde to a feverish state of excitement again. Gretchen reciprocated, trembling as she soaped Peggy's tits and lavished suds on her velvety thighs and crotch with caressing strokes, then washed Bruce, kneeling and holding his cock in her mouth as she covered his torso and legs with suds.
Gretchen stood and pushed Peggy against the tiled wall, mashed their slippery tits together and thrust her tongue into the redhead's mouth with a moan of impatience as she thrust two fingers into Peggy's hot box and finger-fucked her rapidly.
Moaning with excitement, Peggy sucked on Gretchen's tongue and clawed her shoulders and hunched on her thrusting fingers.
Bruce ran the tip of his finger down the deep crack between Gretchen's buttocks, and she bowed her back and stuck her ass out at him. He reached between her thighs and fingered her wet slit as he guided the head of his cock to her hole with his other hand. This time, she took him as easily as she took a finger, and he bucked his hips forward and sank his cock to the hilt in her burning depths with one quick lunge.
Gretchen wiggled her ass and groaned and clamped her tight sheath around his cock. As he fucked her with short, rapid strokes, she snaked her tongue into Peggy's ear, then leaned over and clamped her mouth onto the redhead's right tit and sucked the nipple furiously.
Sobbing deep in her throat with intense passion, Peggy hung onto Gretchen's ass and rode her fucking fingers, rushing up the golden stairs by leaps and bounds. She reached the top step and clawed Gretchen's ass and cried out and shuddered from head to toe as ecstasy inundated her.
Bruce steadied Gretchen's hips with his hands and drove into her seething box with all his might, and suddenly she felt his blazing eruption, a stream of tingling fire on her walls. In a burst of passion, she shook her ass and nipped Peggy's tit and joined her in nirvana.
Gretchen put her hands on Peggy's shoulders and pulled herself up and kissed the redhead passionately. "Damn, that was good," she said with a big sigh. "Everything we've done was good. I don't think I've ever had so much fun."
"Stay with us tonight, darling," Peggy said softly, "and we'll have some more fun. Then, tomorrow, we'll take some more pictures, some real good ones, of you and me and you and Bruce, and even some of all three of us together."
"Now, what horny girl could resist an offer like that?"
Very early the next morning, Gretchen wandered into the living room naked and sat on the couch by Bruce. "You're up early," she said.
"I'm a morning person," he said. "Is Peggy still asleep?"
"She woke up, and I sucked that cute little nipple between her thighs and she went back to sleep. I wanted to be alone with you." She put her hand between his legs and cupped his balls. "I didn't get a chance to suck you off last night, and you didn't suck my pussy. Don't you like doing that, or do you have some sort of agreement with your wife that only she can suck pussy?"
"I have a lot of agreements with her, but that isn't one of them. Some girls find it difficult to suck my cock, so I don't push the point."
"I don't think I'll have any trouble," Gretchen said. "Want to do a 69?"
"Do you want to be on top or bottom?"
"Top, I think, so you don't get carried away and ram your cock too far down my throat."
Bruce lay back and Gretchen climbed over him in reverse.
CHAPTER FOUR
On her way back to her desk with a cup of fresh coffee, Michelle called to Gretchen.
"Hey, brain," Michelle said, "come here and show me how to make this machine do what I want."
"What's the problem?"
"The damn thing is jammed," Michelle said. "It won't backspace, and when I try to type, it just highlights."
Gretchen looked at the computer screen, then hit one key and said, "Try it now."
Michelle did, and it worked just fine. "What did you do?"
Gretchen showed her the key. "That turns the automatic highlight on and off. You must have hit it accidentally when you reached for something else."
Michelle swiveled her chair around and said, "When am I going to be able to reach you?"
"You want to touch me, not reach me," Gretchen laughed.
"Semantics," Michelle snorted. "You know what I mean."
"Until last weekend, I wasn't sure what you meant," Gretchen replied, "but I was pretty sure that I wasn't interested."
"What happened last weekend? Does that mean you're interested now?"
Gretchen patted Michelle's cheek lightly and said, "Don't you know that when you ask two questions at once, you might not get either one of them answered? I met some really cool people, and we did some really wild things."
"Well, are you going to tell me what?"
"Maybe some day," Gretchen said.
Helen Abbott walked by and said, "Back to work, girls, I'm not paying you to gossip."
"Yes, boss," Gretchen laughed. She knew Helen wouldn't come down on her too hard. Whenever there was a complicated problem to solve or an intricate program to analyze and debug, she got it. She looked at Michelle with mischief in her eyes and said, "Do you want to let your fingers do the walking and reach out and touch me tonight?"
"I don't want to talk to you on the phone," Michelle said. She swiveled her chair around, kicked the floor and spun back around to face Gretchen. "What did you say?"
Gretchen grinned and walked away without replying. She sat in front of her computer a few moments, thinking, then typed: If you have figured out what I said, tell me what time. She keyed in Michelle's computer address and sent the message, then tackled the security program she was trying to break into-legally, not as a malicious, disruptive hacker. Helen figured if Gretchen couldn't break into it, it was ready for their client.
An hour or so later, Michelle sauntered by Gretchen's desk and dropped a slip of paper on which she had written her home address and the time.
Gretchen parked her car beside Michelle's in the driveway of the neat, modest bungalow and walked to the door. Before she could press the bell button, the door opened and Michelle gave her a big smile.
"My, my, you're eager," Gretchen teased, following Michelle into the living room.
"I wasn't sure you would really come," Michelle said.
"I said I would," Gretchen replied. "Nice place, I like the way it's decorated."
"Thank you. Interior decorating is a hobby. I've done several of my friends' houses and they seem well-pleased with my work."
"A girl of many talents," Gretchen said. "You're very good, good enough to do it professionally."
"I almost became an interior decorator, but I let my mother talk me out of it." Michelle cocked her head to one side and smiled. "I don't wear clothes at home. I'd much rather be naked. I hope you don't mind."
Gretchen shrugged and grinned. "It's your house. You can do whatever you want."
"Just thought I'd ask." Michelle started undressing "Some people get a little perplexed when I start taking off my clothes the moment I get inside."
"Not me," Gretchen said, "I'll even get naked with you." She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, then unfastened her skirt and let it fall around her feet.
Michelle took off her skirt and tossed it aside and stood nonchalantly in a half-bra that formed a shelf for her lush tits, thong panties and high heel pumps, letting her eyes drift slowly up and down Gretchen's voluptuous body. "Damn, you're gorgeous, girl. You look so sexy in garter belt, hose and high heels, and just looking at you makes me horny." She glanced down at her own tits, then tweaked her nipples. "My nipples get so hard when I get aroused."
"I got horny driving over here," Gretchen said softly. "Your nipples look so suckable, and your tits are bigger than I expected. You're so svelte, I thought they would be smaller."
"They don't disappoint you, do they?"
"God, no," Gretchen said quickly, honestly. "Mine are so damn big and I'm always sticking them in everything. Guess I'm built for comfort, not speed."
"Honey, once you make up your mind, there's nothing slow about you," Michelle said. She shook herself. "I'm forgetting my manners. Would you like a drink?"
"From a glass?" Gretchen quipped.
"Has to be a glass," Michelle said with a grin. "I'm not lactating, but that doesn't mean I don't like to have my nipples sucked."
"Well, I was thinking of getting a drink from between your legs, but I'll start with a drink from a glass. White wine, if you have it."
"Would you like a martini? They're all the rage now, and I hear they turn a girl on faster than anything else."
"Oh, martinis turn me on, but the gin also dulls my senses," Gretchen replied. "My clit gets a little numb, then it takes me longer to cum, and I don't cum quite as well."
"I've got a bottle of bubbly in the fridge."
"Better yet," Gretchen said. "Champagne really turns me on." She felt of her pussy and giggled. "I think my body is a little ahead of my brain. My pussy is already soaked."
"Good," Michelle said, "keep it that way. Have a seat and I'll get the bubbly."
Gretchen watched Michelle's ass wiggle seductively as she walked out of the room. The provocative thought of licking clit for only the second time infused her mind, and her breathing became shallow and her pussy tingled. She recognized the all too familiar feeling. She wanted to cum.
She sat in Michelle's chair and put her feet on the edge of the small footstool and bent her knees out, exposing her pussy, looked down at her crotch and patted the thick golden curls of her bush. She remembered how it felt when she stuck her nose in Peggy's muff, and knew she couldn't wait.
She fondled the puffy lips of her pussy, then her middle finger skittered up her slick gash and settled on her clit. She knew the ticklish button would nearly double in size and get much more sensitive after she played with it for a few minutes. She liked it when it got so big and so sensitive, she could hardly stand to touch it. She slid her ass forward to the edge of the chair and spread her legs wider so she could do herself with both hands.
"Pretty pussy," she murmured, "nice and wet, just the way it should be."
She licked her lips, thinking of the glistening crimson head of a stout prick. She wished she had one in her mouth right then. She thought about how good Bruce's cock felt in her mouth, stretching her jaws until they creaked. God, she loved to suck cock, and unless she was misreading the way her nerves were jumping, she was getting just as hooked on sucking pussy.
Her gash gaped wide, clearly revealing the delicate pink interior, and her fingers moved slowly up and down between her slick lips and paused over her lower mouth for a moment. Two fingers of her left hand went into her hole and two fingers of her right hand settled on each side of her clit, and the robust, fleshy stud tingled so delightfully.
She screwed her fingers around in her hole, got them wet and slippery, left her index finger in her cunt and stuck her fuck finger in her ass, and shuddered with ecstasy.
Michelle stood a few feet away, holding a tray with a bottle of champagne and two glasses, staring at the stirring sight with lust in her eyes. "Well, looks like you started without me," she said.
Gretchen glanced up and grinned. "Watching your sexy ass wiggle turned me on, and my thoughts got away from me."
"You are hot-blooded, aren't you?"
"The hottest little bitch you ever met," Gretchen said proudly.
Michelle set the tray down and poured champagne into two glasses. "What were you thinking about?"
Gretchen continued to play idly with her pussy. "Oh, how it would feel to have a whole bunch of hands caressing my body, kissing lush-bodied, soft-lipped girls and licking clit, and men, those wonderful creatures with their lovely hard cocks, filling my mouth and cunt with their hot cream." She chuckled. "Just the things I usually think about when I jack off."
"My, my, you do have an active imagination," Michelle said. She gave Gretchen a glass of wine and sat down across from her. "Don't let me stop you. Go right ahead while we talk. I want to know more about you."
"If I keep doing this, I'll cum," Gretchen said.
"Of course you will," Michelle replied. "That's one of things I want to know about you, what you look like, how you act, when you cum."
"I would like to drink my champagne," Gretchen said.
"Then do yourself with one hand. Do you like to suck cock?"
"Mmmmmm, I love it, love the way cocks feel when they throb and shoot. I love the way my pussy feels right now, too." Gretchen took a sip of champagne. "Do you fuck guys too, or just girls?"
"Oh, honey," Michelle laughed softly, "I wouldn't give up cock for anything. I'm a true bisexual. I enjoy one as much as the other."
CHAPTER FIVE
Gretchen kept her fingers on her clit and picked up her glass and took a sip. "I think I like being with a girl," she said. "We know we're going to fuck, so there's no pressure. We can relax and talk and have a drink, maybe even get off a couple of times, and still cum real good when we fuck."
"Yeah, the advantage of not having to worry about cumming too soon and then not being able to get another hard-on." Gretchen's lewd behavior infected Michelle and she spread her legs and started rubbing her clit. "Do you like orgies?"
Gretchen wiggled the fingers holding her clit a little faster and said, "Never been to one. I like to fuck two guys at the same time. Having two cocks all to myself, to do with as I please, really excites me."
"I like to whip a guy's cock as fast as I can and watch his cum fly all over the place," Michelle said. "I can do that at an orgy and not worry about not getting fucked. The last time I went to an orgy, everyone there did me at the same time. I had guys and girls licking my pussy, sucking my tits, kissing me. Then I took three cocks at once, one in my mouth, one in my cunt and one in my ass. Did you ever do that?"
"Yeah, a few times," Gretchen said. "I always think I'll go crazy with sheer pleasure when a couple of guys double-team me. I like to do it all, Michelle." She closed her eyes and whispered, "Right now, the only thing I'm going to do is cum!"
Michelle glared at the blonde's furry crotch and her emotions soared. She set her glass on the table, slid to the floor, and crawled across to her hot little jack-off cohort. Gretchen opened her eyes and looked down into Michelle's smiling face.
"Your pussy looks so good," Michelle said. "May I have a taste?"
Gretchen lifted her hand from her crotch and caressed Michelle's cheeks lovingly. "Help yourself, darling," she murmured softly.
Michelle put her hand over Gretchen's furry mound and dipped a finger into the sopping mass of her cunt. "Play with your tits while I eat you, darling."
Gretchen started to say something else, but Michelle's finger on her clit cut off any further words. She just sighed deeply and watched
Michelle's finger skitter over her bloated love button as she tweaked and pulled her own nipples.
Michelle ducked under Gretchen's leg and got between the naughty blonde's shapely thighs and looked up at Gretchen, her face laden with lust, and ran the tip of her tongue over her lips in a dainty, yet terribly lascivious gesture. She removed her finger from Gretchen's gooey hole and peeled her cunt lips wide apart and stuck her tongue way out. For a moment, the tip hovered over Gretchen's clit, then delicately touched the stout female prick and wiggled sinuously.
Gretchen wanted to tell Michelle how wonderful her tongue felt, but it felt so damned good she couldn't speak. As Michelle's tongue skated more aggressively over her fiery clit, it became impossible to even form words, let alone say them.
Pausing for a moment, Michelle murmured, "Your pussy tastes absolutely delectable, darling! I want you to cum real hard for me."
Gretchen settled back in the chair, pushing her cunt into Michelle's face, put her arms under her knees and lifted her legs and spread her crotch wide open to the brunette's talented tongue.
"Ooohhh, you look so sexy that way," Michelle said softly.
Her tongue slithered between Gretchen's puffy pussy lips and in one second, the probing tip delved deeply into the blonde's savory twat, and the next second, it was swirling around her bloated pleasure button. Michelle liked the size of Gretchen's love stud. It was as big as her own and as rigid as a steel spike, and she knew Gretchen would cum hard when she did go over the edge.
Breathing hard, Michelle slithered her tongue around in the blonde's squishy, savory quim as her fingers groped in the liquefied slit, then two of them slipped into Gretchen's fluttering love channel. She pushed them in slowly, burying them all the way in the deep hole, and wiggled the tips, caressing the juicy walls as she tongued Gretchen's clit and felt a spasm of pleasure ripple through her.
"Please," Gretchen whispered hoarsely, "make me cum." Her hips worked of their own accord, hunching her boiling snatch against Michelle's mouth. "I need to cum, darling, please!"
Michelle caressed the back of the squirming blonde's thighs and increased the tempo of both her tongue and her fingers, savoring Gretchen's succulent snatch. She had secretly lusted after the hot little blonde, had wanted to lick her slit for months, and now she had Gretchen's juicy gash in her mouth, right where it belonged.
And she had lots of lusty ideas about what more she wanted to do with it. As soon as she gave Gretchen a good cum with her tongue, she would lead the horny young woman into many more heavenly activities. Their first evening together would be filled with wonderful, sexy action. Her pussy tingled. She would have played with her own hot box if she hadn't been so occupied with Gretchen's delightful twat.
"Aaaaahhhhh, Michelle, eat me," Gretchen moaned, delighted with her friend's busy tongue. "Oh, fuck, darling, it feels so fucking good! I like to cum, darling! Lick me, darling, lick my cunt! Oh, yes, darling, fuck me with your tongue and lick my clit! I'm cumming, darling, I'm cumming!"
Michelle clung to Gretchen's thighs and fought to keep her mouth glued to the blonde's hairy slit as she bucked and jerked. She continued to fuck her fingers furiously in and out of the blonde's sopping hole as she licked her clit, snorting and snuffling, her nose buried in soft blonde curls and pussy flesh, licking up the tasty cunt nectar flowing from Gretchen's bubbling gash.
Gretchen released her thighs and fell back in the chair, spent. Michelle pulled her fingers from Gretchen's oily cunthole, spread her pussy lips wide and licked the full length of her slit, then dipped her tongue into the tight little mouth of Gretchen's cunt to search out the last of her delectable juice.
Gretchen shivered with joy as Michelle's tongue made its journey up and down her slit. "Oh, darling, that was out of sight," she whispered. "I've been licked by only one other girl so I'm no expert, but I sure know how much I like the way you lick clit."
"I love to stick my tongue in your sweet cunt," Michelle said softly. "You taste so good, I could lick you all night."
"You have a wicked tongue, girl," Gretchen chuckled. "I could tell you really like to lick clit."
"Damn right I do," Michelle replied adamantly. She gave Gretchen's cunt a lingering kiss and patted her mound tenderly. She got up, refilled their glasses, and sat back down at Gretchen's feet. "A couple of the girls at work are lesbians, you know."
"No, I didn't know," Gretchen said. "You're the only one who's ever come on to me."
"They think you're so straight, you squeak when you walk," Michelle laughed. "One of them even thinks you're still a virgin."
Gretchen hooted with laughter. "Boy, if they only knew! You aren't going to tell me their names, are you?"
"Yes, I think I should, just in case they make a move on you. Arlene isn't too bad, but she's too submissive for my taste, and Betty is way too butch. They're into B&D, and that isn't my cup of tea. Once with them was more than enough."
"What do you know about Helen? She seems pretty aggressive."
"Only at the office," Michelle said. "I did the mattress mambo with her and her husband one time. He's a genuine stud, and she really knows how to get down."
"Really," Gretchen said. "I would never have guessed."
"It happened before you came to work for her. It wasn't something we planned. We were at a party together, I had a little too much to drink, and Helen wouldn't let me drive home. They took me home in their car, and she sat in back with me so I wouldn't fall off the seat. At least, that's what she said later. Anyway, I started groping her and kissing her, and she got turned on, so they spent the night with me."
"And it hasn't happened again?"
Michelle shook her head. "She's never said anything, and I didn't think it was my place to say something." She tossed off the rest of her champagne and looked at Gretchen. "Do you want to sit here and talk, or do something more interesting?"
"What would you like to do?"
"I want to fuck," Michelle said. "Sucking you off left me with a bad ache in my pussy."
Gretchen stood and stretched languorously. "Then we'd better do something about that, hadn't we? Why don't you take me to bed and we'll see what we can come up with?"
"Cum is the operative word," Michelle laughed. She got to her feet, took Gretchen's hand and led her upstairs to the bedroom.
CHAPTER SIX
"Nice," Gretchen said, looking around the bedroom. She glanced up and laughed. "Never fucked under a mirror. Bet you have a lot of fun in here."
"Some guys are so vain," Michelle said. "Watching a girl ride their cock really turns them on."
"I must be just as vain," Gretchen said. "I think it would turn me on watching myself ride a stiff cock."
"The only kind you can ride," Michelle quipped. "I think we all have a bit of exhibitionism and voyeurism in us. Some of us try to deny it or hide it, but it's there. I've read that girls are more given to exhibitionism and guys to voyeurism. I don't see anything wrong with either one, as long as we don't do it in public, or spy on others without them knowing. I wouldn't fuck someone on the street corner, but I like to have other people watch me. I also like one-on-one, too."
Gretchen hefted Michelle's tits and licked her nipples. "You are so beautiful, so sexy," she said softly, teasing both nipples into erection.
"You're beautiful, too," Michelle whispered, arching her back and pushing her tits out. "I like being with you. You're so laid back, so mellow."
"Let's get on the bed and really make out."
Gretchen put her hands on Michelle's shoulders, turned her around, pushed her onto the bed and straddled her waist. As Gretchen leaned over, Michelle cupped one tit, guided the nipple to Gretchen's mouth, and let out a big sigh when the thick tip disappeared between Gretchen's lips.
"Oh, yes, darling, suck my tits," Michelle moaned.
Gretchen eagerly licked and sucked each nipple until both were rock-hard and sticking up like big pencil erasers, then lifted her head and smiled. "I like to suck your big nipples," she said softly. "I sucked tit the first time last weekend. Until then, I never understood why guys love it so much."
"My clit tingles and my pussy gets wet when you suck my nipples."
"So does mine," Gretchen giggled. She lay down on top of Michelle, slid down between her shapely legs and gazed lovingly at the brunette's pussy. "Such a beautiful cunt," she murmured.
She slipped her middle finger into Michelle's slick hole and pumped it in and out a few times. "Hmmm, nice and tight. Guys love to fuck you, don't they?"
"Never had any complaints," Michelle gasped.
Gretchen licked Michelle's bellybutton, then went lower on the delicate flesh, leaving a wet trail in her wake, and rubbed her nose in Michelle's curly brown muff. Michelle put her hands on the top of Gretchen's head and arched her mound up as she pushed the blonde's down.
Gretchen didn't intend to be hurried. She wanted to tease a little, to enjoy herself before she put her mouth over Michelle's steamy snatch and treated her to a bit of muff diving. With excruciating slowness, she slithered her tongue down to the top of Michelle's slit.
"You're a teasing little bitch," Michelle moaned.
"You love it," Gretchen chuckled.
Gretchen moved a little lower, her tongue teasing Michelle by fluttering just above the brunette's pulsating clit. Then she stuck her tongue all the way out and passed the tip lightly over the pink folds of delicate flesh, her tongue fluttering like a butterfly landing on a fragile flower, not touching the brunette's blood-gorged cunt lips with enough pressure to bring pleasure.
"For God's sake, girl, lick my clit," Michelle cried. "You're driving me out of my mind!" She grabbed the back of Gretchen's head and pulled her mouth to her cunt, and heard the young blonde chuckling as the gooey combination of hair and cunt lips engulfed her mouth. Jerking her hips up, she tilted her open cunt so Gretchen had to suck it, and a visceral, profound sob exploded from her throat. "Now suck my cunt, you little tease!"
Gretchen stopped teasing and got serious. She tongued and sucked the swollen bud of Michelle's clitoris into a state of rigid sensitivity, then her lips surrounded the big knob of distended flesh as her rapidly moving tongue swirled around it avidly.
Michelle moaned and groaned and whimpered continually as her hips settled into a rhythmic rocking and her hands slid under her tits to push them up and out. Awash with passion from the electrifying shocks in her clit, she planted her feet firmly on the bed and pushed her ass high, swinging and jerking, churning her hips violently, rushing toward a mind-bending climax.
Gretchen increased the fervor of her tonguing, driving her tongue as deeply as she could into Michelle's flowing cunt, tasting her delectable nectar.
Michelle's hips gyrated wildly, twisting around and around and humping up and down. "Oh, yes, darling, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Her eyes rolled up in her head and her body spasmed tumultuously as her orgasm built to a crashing crescendo. "Oh, don't stop, baby, don't stop!" She locked her legs around Gretchen's head and thumped her ass on the bed in her wild agitation.
Gretchen didn't have to hang on. Michelle had her in such a tight headlock she couldn't get away if she wanted to. She continued to lash Michelle's clit and suck up the juice pouring from her frothy gash until the golden sensations subsided and Michelle opened her legs. Her neck muscles were sore from trying to stay with Michelle's wildly gyrating cunt, but she was proud of the way she satisfied her girlfriend. For a newcomer to the game, she thought she did pretty well. She gazed into Michelle's gaping slit and ran the tip of her tongue lightly up and down it, getting one last taste.
Michelle ran her hand over the top of Gretchen's head, then pulled her up, and Gretchen slid back on top of her. Michelle settled Gretchen's face between her luxuriant tit mounds, sighed deeply and patted Gretchen on the head.
"God, darling, you really know how to suck cunt."
Gretchen turned her head to the side so she could talk and said, "If I like something, I can be pretty good at it. Your pussy is real juicy and very tasty.""
"Been doing it long?"
"Only since last weekend," Gretchen chuckled.
"Well, I could never tell," Michelle said with a chuckle. "You're very good."
"So are you," Gretchen said. "How did you get turned on to eating pussy?"
"It just sort of happened," Michelle replied. "I was fucking a guy who liked to experiment. He was the first man who really fucked me properly. He taught me how to suck cock properly, too. He didn't cum in my mouth the first few times. Said he wanted me to get used to just doing it right before he gave me a load to eat."
"Did you like it the first time you swallowed his cum?"
"Hmmm, I guess so," Michelle mused. "I really started liking it when I realized how much power I have over a guy when I let him put his cock in my mouth. He has to lie there, nearly totally helpless. I could make him wait to cum, tease him and make him beg me to finish him. When he was fucking me, he was in control and I didn't have much power. When I was sucking him, it was my show all the way.
"Anyway, he wanted me to try a threesome. I thought he meant with another guy, and I wanted to try two cocks at once, so I said yes without asking. Imagine my surprise when he set it up with another girl. I was even more surprised to learn that I liked watching him dip his wick in another hot hole.
"They sucked and fucked and did just about everything a guy and girl can do with each other, and I sat there all bug-eyed and watched them and played with my pussy and came two or three times. That's when I realized we all have a little voyeur in us.
"As soon as he finished with the other girl, he did the same things with me while she watched and played with her pussy. That's when I realized we all have a little exhibitionism in us. God, I loved the way he fucked me while she watched! I was so turned on, I started cumming before his cock was barely in me, and he bounced my ass on the mattress until I thought I would go crazy from cumming, then loaded up my hot box with his juice.
"As soon as he rolled off me, the girl dived between my legs and sucked my cunt better than any guy ever had. Boy, she really did me! Took all of his cum right out of there, along with all the juice I could give her, and as you just found out, I really squirt when I cum! The way she licked my cunt and slurped and gurgled really kept me going and I thought I'd never stop cumming. I was shaking all over and soaring so high I didn't know, or care, what was happening except that I was cumming.
"Then she turned around with and rubbed her juicy slit all over my face. I got so hot I couldn't help myself, and I just automatically went to work on her saturated twat. She had a load of cum in her, too, remember. Anyway, I seemed to know exactly how to suck her cunt. Instinct, I guess. I cleaned her out good, drinking all of his cum and then getting down to her natural flavor.
"It was the most natural thing I had ever done. She finally had to push me away. I didn't want to stop, but she had cum so much, she couldn't stand for me to touch her clit any more. Just like I had. He told me later that he really got turned on watching me suck cunt the first time. He must have, because he fucked both of us again right away. Really pounded us, too. After that, I looked for situations where I could get my head between a girl's legs."
"Now you've got me turned on again," Gretchen said. "Show me something different. I'm still new at this and want to learn everything."
"I've got just the thing," Michelle said, getting up. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere now!"
Michelle didn't have to worry her pretty little head about Gretchen going anywhere. Peggy had done her a great favor by opening the door to her bisexuality, a door she never suspected was even there, and once she crossed that threshold, she knew she was hooked. From now on, she knew she would look for opportunities to get her head between a girl's legs.
Michelle returned to the bedroom a different person, no longer a women, but not quite a man either. She paused by the bed, posing for Gretchen, proudly showing off her new cock.
"God, honey, you look breathtaking with a cock!" Gretchen said. "Beautiful big tits on top and a magnificent flesh-colored cock jutting from between your creamy thighs."
"like one of those half-guy, half-girl creatures," Michelle said with a sexy laugh. "I've always wondered what it would be like to fuck one of them. I put on a garter belt, hose and shoes. Don't you think they add something to my allure?"
"As if you needed to enhance your allure," Gretchen said. "I've heard about strap-on dildos, but I've never seen one. This is going to be quite an experience. You look so provocative, and you have such a special aura."
"I also have my own big cock." Michelle grinned, made a ring with her thumb and forefinger and pretended to jerk the fake cock.
"That thing's as big as the cock I rode last weekend," Gretchen said, "and I had worlds of fun with it."
"Is there some special way you like to be fucked?"
"Just fuck me the way a guy would. Feel free to improvise, I'm sure you have a very good imagination."
Michelle crawled onto the bed, her tits swaying and her cock wagging. "There are all kinds of dildos, but I like this one." She got between the blonde's shapely thighs with the cock sticking out in front of her. "It's got little nubs on the part that fits over my mound, a bunch of little ones for the lips of my pussy, and a couple of bigger ones right over my clit. If I fuck you just right, I'll get off, too."
"It doesn't matter how you fuck me," Gretchen said. "I get off even when a guy isn't very good."
Michelle looked down at her cock and chuckled happily as she grasped the shaft of her one-eyed monster in one hand, parted the blonde curls covering Gretchen's plump mound with the tip, and pressed it into her tight hole.
Gretchen moaned with delight as the thick knob eased into her drizzly cunthole, stretching her pussy lips tightly around the shaft as it drove into her steamy slit. "Ohhh, I love to have my pussy filled," she murmured.
"We have one big advantage over a real cock-this one is always hard," Michelle giggled, hunching her cock into Gretchen's cunt, the soft rubber nubs on the base of the device sent shivers of delight through her loins. Fucking another girl came as naturally to her as being fucked. "Going to fuck you good now, baby, going to make you cum so hard, you'll lose your mind."
"Yes, oh, yes," Gretchen panted. "Fuck me good. Fuck me the way a guy would! Fill my cunt full of your hard cock and fuck my brains out!"
Michelle slipped her prick methodically, relentlessly, in and out of Gretchen's deep, tight hole, and both girls began to moan and pant heavily.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Gretchen wrapped her legs around Michelle's waist and rocked and rolled, fucking back at the brunette with gusto. She tweaked her fucker's nipples until they were rigid and elongated, then put her hands on Michelle's shoulders and pulled her down so their nipples barely touched. Michelle's tits swayed and Gretchen's tits bounced, imparting all the movement needed to generate erotic electricity in the four turgid buds.
"Oooooo, baby," Gretchen moaned, "you're getting me so good. I love the way you fuck. Do you like fucking me?"
"Love it," Michelle panted. "Am I doing it right?"
"Any lighter, and I'd go crazy! Slow down, I want it to last."
"My cock never gets soft, girl," Michelle reminded her, "I can fuck you all night."
Michelle fucked Gretchen tenaciously, her cock flying in and out of the blonde's slushy, widely stretched snatch. Each time she buried her long prick to the hilt in the blonde's happy hole, she rotated her ass in vigorous, cunt-stretching circles, then resumed her diligent thrusting.
"Oh," Gretchen wailed, deep in an erotic, delirious state. Her cunt fluttered and spasmed around the thrusting tool, a thin patina of sweet sweat covered her body, and voluminous quantities of juice poured from her stimulated hole. "Oh, oh, yes, your cock feels so fucking good, baby!"
Encouraged by the passionate blonde's enthusiastic response, Michelle skewered Gretchen's cunt vigorously, banging the tip of her big prick on the door of her womb. The nubby fingers on the other end of the dildo had a decidedly delightful effect on her own cunt; her upper body turned bright pink with pre-orgasmic blush as her own passions soared to new heights and her breathing became labored.
The slurpy sounds of Michelle's pliant plastic prick delving into Gretchen's ecstatic twat mingled with their feverish moans and groans. Michelle's tits swayed wildly as she drove her cock relentlessly into her girlfriend's quivering quim. Gretchen's big tits heaved and bounced and jiggled as she thrust her cunt up to receive the deep, compelling thrusts of the satisfying tool.
Both girls whined and squealed with pleasure, climaxing simultaneously, humping for all they were worth. Michelle plastered her mouth to Gretchen's and drove her tongue down the blonde's throat as she drove her cock into her as they thrashed and writhed in blissful, amorous agony and came and came.
They made the descent back to earthly reality slowly, reluctant to let go of the heavenly pleasure. Michelle gave Gretchen's spastic love tunnel one last deep, tip-to-root thrust of her long tool before settling on top of her, breathing hard, soft ripples of delight still coursing through her, her big rod still buried in Gretchen's snatch, binding them together at the crotch.
"Ummmmmm, terrific," Gretchen sighed. "You really know how to fuck, baby. I came so fucking hard!"
Michelle propped herself up on her elbows and kissed Gretchen tenderly. "I'm glad I fucked you the way you like."
"It was wonderful, baby," Gretchen breathed.
Michelle kissed Gretchen again. "What would you like to do now?"
"I want to fuck you, baby. I think I can get the hang of it pretty quickly. Do you like to fuck doggie-style?"
"I adore it," Michelle replied. "The head of a guy's cock always gets my G-spot when I take it from the rear. Would you believe I've run into some guys who don't like to fuck a girl from behind? I couldn't believe my ears the first time a guy told me it was unnatural!"
"Oh, yes, I can believe it," Gretchen replied, "I've had the same experience. I've also run into guys who won't eat pussy. What really pisses me is when some selfish guy tries to get me to suck his cock, but won't go down on me.
"I don't fuck that kind any more," Michelle said. "I just get up, put on my clothes and leave. One guy said he would eat me if I didn't leave. But he only gave my cunt a lick and a promise, so I left without fucking him anyway."
Michelle got up, quickly shucked the fake cock and got on her hands and knees, spread her knees wide and pressed her tits into the sheet, rested her head on her crossed arms and presented her ass and cunt to Gretchen. "It's all yours, darling."
Gretchen fastened the dildo around her loins as she gazed at Michelle's rear end. "God, you've got a real foxy ass and a beautiful pussy," she said dreamily. She ran her tongue up and down the exposed slit several times. "Hmmm, love the delicious taste."
The bawdy words from another girl pleased Michelle. Guys often told her much the same thing, but they were guys, and could be expected to say whatever necessary to fuck her. Girls were more honest, perhaps because they truly wanted to give another girl pleasure, and she had yet to meet a guy who genuinely put her pleasure before his own. If she ever did, she would probably lock him away and keep him forever.
Gretchen knelt behind Michelle, one hand resting on her curvy flank, the other holding the fake cock, the head aimed at the brown-fringed slit.
Michelle wiggled her ass impatiently. "Put your cock in me, baby," she whispered passionately, "and fuck me good."
"Hang on, baby," Gretchen said softly, "here it comes." The eroticism of the situation thrilled her as she eased about half of her ever-ready wand into Michelle's magic box, then slammed the rest in hard. "Gotcha," she giggled.
Michelle rocked forward from the force of the lunge and uttered a guttural growl of satisfaction, the sound coming from deep within her body. "Oh, God, yes!" she wailed, "fuck me!"
Gretchen drew back, nearly pulling her cock out of Michelle's dripping twat, then suddenly fucked back into the feverish fuck channel hard. The rigid pole glided easily in and out of the tight, well-lubricated hole as she held onto Michelle's hips and plowed her prick into the young blonde's hairy furrow, fucking with long, hard and fast strokes, lifting her knees off the bed with each pistoning plunge.
"Oh, God, baby, it feels so fucking good," Michelle panted. She shoved her ass back vigorously, eagerly meeting Gretchen's ruthless forward thrusts. "Keep it up, baby, fuck my pussy good!"
Gretchen enjoyed the fucking as much as Michelle. She liked to fuck another girl-to experience what a guy did when he mounted a girl and gave her his best. She hammered her cock into Michelle's cunt with nearly brutal jabs, forcing the big head into the deepest reaches of her tight sheath. "I didn't know that fucking another girl with my very own cock would be so much fun," Gretchen panted.
"Oh, baby, you really know how to fuck," Michelle hissed. She rocked back and forth and rotated her ass with gusto, silently begging for every inch of her fucker's stiff cock. "I'm going to cum now, baby! Fuck my cunt hard, baby! Get me off, get me off good!"
Michelle's orgasm tore through her with such force, it nearly took her breath away. For several moments, she could neither stop cumming nor take a deep breath. Just when she knew for sure she would collapse from the sweet agony gripping her, her lungs began working again, and she sucked in great gulps of air, her body still locked in the throes of orgasm.
Gretchen was also close to cumming, and didn't relent in her fucking. She hit her peak a moment after Michelle, and continued to fuck furiously, making sure they both got their jollies. The two girls thrashed and twisted until Michelle no longer had the energy to hold her ass up and fell forward on her stomach, panting for breath.
Gretchen slowly pulled her long cock out of Michelle's well-satisfied cunt and lay beside her and patted her on the stomach. "I like making it with you. Your body is so soft and tender, such a contrast to a guy."
Michelle rolled onto her back and heaved a deep sigh of total fulfillment as one hand slid down Gretchen's stomach and stopped at the base of the fake cock. "Take that thing off and let me feel your pussy," she whispered.
Gretchen unfastened the dildo and tossed it aside. Michelle put one hand between Gretchen's legs and one hand between her own legs and played with both pussies, comparing their shape, the way they felt, her mind still foggy with an erotic haze.
"I feel so comfortable with you," Michelle said. "Even though we work together, I know hardly anything personal about you, and yet I feel as if I've known you for years. The day we met, I felt a special harmony with you. I'm truly a people person, but you're the first person I've ever felt this way about. Eerie, isn't it?"
"Not really," Gretchen replied softly. "I feel the same way. Maybe we're truly kindred spirits. Maybe we knew each other in another life. Maybe we were even lovers."
"Maybe," Michelle mused. "I wanted you the moment we met. I wondered how your pussy would taste, how it would feel, what it would be like to make love to you." She toyed idly with Gretchen's clit and hers at the same time. "If I ever have such a feeling for a guy, he won't stand a chance. Have you ever been married, or had a long relationship with a man?"
"I've never been married," Gretchen said, "and I've never had a relationship worth talking about. I lived with a guy for a while, but it didn't work out. He wasn't stable enough."
"He had a roving eye, huh?"
"No, we could have worked that out," Gretchen replied. "He couldn't handle money or decide what he wanted out of life. He was so mercurial. Every time I thought I was beginning to understand him, he changed and showed me a side I didn't like. If I told him that I liked something he did, he never did it again. He wanted me to be uninhibited and bawdy, then criticized me for acting that way."
"Yeah, some of them want a lady in the living room and whore in the bedroom, a virgin, but one who knows all the tricks, then complain when you're either."
"I finally gave it up and moved on," Gretchen said. "I like the freedom to act like a lady or a whore as the mood strikes me."
"Ummmm, me, too," Michelle said softly. "And right now, I feel bawdy and dainty, lusty and lady-like, all at the same time!"
"You've got to do something bawdy about my pussy, dear," Gretchen sighed. "You've got my juices all stirred up again."
"I think I know just what you need," Michelle said, sticking her tongue way out and waggling it suggestively.
"Let's do each other at the same time," Gretchen said.
Michelle straddled Gretchen's head and lowered her pussy, watching intently as her crotch covered Gretchen's face. When she felt Gretchen's tongue slither between the lips of her cunt, she leaned forward and put her head between the blonde's thighs, covered her sappy cunt with her mouth and went to work with her tongue.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Saturday morning, Gretchen was in her hitchhiking outfit and standing by the side of the highway, going west out of town.
An older couple picked her up, but they looked and acted so strait-laced that she kept her knees together and her mouth shut and just watched the scenery all the way across South Park.
Cooped up in a car with people she couldn't talk to was too much for her, and when they reached Antero Junction, she thanked them for the ride and got away from them. She was pondering which way to go when a guy on a big Harley Hog, all shiny black and sparkling chrome, pulled up.
He gave her the eye, revved the engine a couple times and said, "Hey, babe, where you headed?"
She grinned and gave him the eye right back. "Where are you going?"
"South," he said, "to Alamosa."
"South to Alamosa sounds fine with me," she said.
"I'm Studs," he said.
She looked at the silver studs on the leather bands around his wrists and said wryly, "I wonder why. I'm Gretchen."
"Well, get aboard, Gretchen."
She put on her small backpack and climbed onto the seat behind Studs, and he roared off down the highway. Until they crossed Poncha Pass into the San Luis Valley, she sat with her hands on her knees with her head directly behind his so she wouldn't get bugs in her teeth.
The highway ran nearly as straight as an arrow through the barren landscape, and she soon got bored looking at sagebrush and tumbleweed, and they couldn't talk over the roar of the engine and the rush of the wind.
She put her hands on his shoulders and scooted forward a little, just until her nipples touched his back. He didn't seem to notice. She put her arms around his chest and mashed her tits into his back, and he reached down with his right hand and patted her bare leg.
She rubbed her tits against his back and put her right hand in his crotch, and the bike did a little dipsy-doodle, then straightened up. She found his cock, and for the next several miles, squeezed and rubbed and teased it wantonly, until it was pressing against his jeans, as hard as an axe handle.
She scooted forward a little more and pressed her crotch against his ass, and even through his heavy jeans, he could feel the heat of her pussy.
He turned his head and shouted, "Babe, you keep that up, and I'm going to cream my God damn jeans!"
She put her mouth up to the earhole in his helmet and said, "Why don't you pull over some place and cum in me?"
He wondered how the hell she could shout against the wind and still sound like she was purring.
While he was trying to figure that out, she worked his zipper down, hauled his cock out and pulled the stiff column gently with both hands.
"Damn, damn, damn," he muttered.
He spent most of the night trying to satisfy his old lady's greedy snatch, screwing her three times, and each time had been hotter and better than the last. Even after that, he had given her throbbing pussy a nice long tongue job that had made her cum from way down deep at least three times. And now this hot little hitchhiker was yanking on his whang like it was a piece of beef jerky or something.
Off to the left, about a half-mile away, a line of cottonwood trees grew along a creek, and coming up was a dirt road that led to them. He braked too hard, the bike fish-tailed, he got control, hit the dirt road too fast and fish-tailed again, and nearly lost control.
Gretchen squeezed his dick and yelled, "Wheee!"
"Horny little bitch," Studs muttered. He drove under a tree, kicked the stand down, swung his right leg over the gas tank and turned to face her. "Okay, you hot little bitch, you're going to get it now!"
She scooted off the back of the Harley and stood with her hands on her hips and gave him a look that melted the nails in his boots. "With a tool like that, you'd better do more than promise." She sat on the saddle, lifted one leg, and pulled the crotch of her shorts to the side. "Here it is, big boy, come get it," she said huskily, "see how well you can wave my flag."
"Baby, I'll run the fucking thing all the way off the flagpole!" He yanked her T-shirt up and stared at her chest. She had the kind of tits that really turned him on, big nipples, meaty things as big as his thumb, and his cock throbbed. "Do you know how to nip with your pussy?"
"What's that?"
"Nipping is what a pussy does when a guy's got his tool in all they way up to his nuts and the muscles, or something, grab the head and sort of squeeze it, nip it."
"Quit talking and put that thing in me and see for yourself," she said impatiently. No matter how many times she fucked, she still loved that first shove. There was nothing quite as glorious as the initial feeling of a stiff prick parting the puffy lips of her cunt.
He ran the tip of his finger up her slit, just to tease her a little, and said casually, "You want to play a little first?"
"Later," she said huskily, "fuck me."
He took a half-step forward and shoved his hard cock between the pouting lips of her pussy. She grabbed his belt with one hand and yanked, and he sank into her to his balls. He fucked her slowly, and she shut her eyes and listened to the lewd, squishy sounds his engorged prick was making as it plowed her cunt. He was getting into her nice and deep, and that exhilarating feeling of an approaching orgasm made the pores of her skin open wide.
He was grinding his lust down to a fine point, too. Just a few more strokes, and his balls would tighten and explode, sending raw torrents of hot jizz deep into her liquid center.
"Put your calves on my hips," he grunted.
She rolled back on her ass a little further so she wouldn't fall off the seat and lifted her legs in a smooth, sliding movement and hugged his hips with her calves. The first girl he ever fucked had done it like that, and the position really turned him on. He fucked her faster, slamming into her savagely, his nuts slapping dully against her ass.
She came just a split second before he did, which made it extra nice for her. She loved to cum while a guy's cock was still as hard as steel and pumping. The muscles of her sheath flexed and spasmed as she soaked his stiff prick with a liquid tribute.
Her cunt was clasping and clenching his hard cock with the force of a vise, and he leered at her with increased pleasure. "You're nipping it, baby," he gasped.
Pumping with all his strength, he poured glob after glob of thick, hot cream into her foaming pussy, and she squirmed with pleasure and spasmed again, wallowing in the heat still generated by his large prong.
He backed away and his dick dangled, dripping cum. She stayed on the big seat, her legs splayed open, the lips of her cunt wet and puffy, her big nipples still stiffly erect and pointing at him like bullets.
"Damn, you're something else," he muttered.
She grinned mischievously. "Did you like the way my pussy nipped your cock?"
He grinned and licked her pussy, and she purred with contentment.
"It's so quiet and peaceful out here," she said softly. "Great place for a picnic."
He slapped her thigh lightly. "Playtime's over. Let's go, I've got to get to Alamosa before dark."
"Party-pooper," she bitched softly. "What are you going to do in Alamosa?"
"Visit some friends," he said.
"Why don't we get a room and spend the night?"
"I was going to sack out on their couch."
"You could sleep in a bed with me," she purred.
He felt the vibration of her sultry voice all the way down to his balls. "No bread, babe," he said ruefully.
"Suit yourself," she said. "I've got to have some place to stay. If you spend the night with me, I'll feed you tonight and in the morning. If you're really, really good, I'll even buy your dinner and breakfast."
He shook his head and grinned. "Okay, babe, you got a deal. I'll call my friends, and they can come over and see me."
CHAPTER NINE
Gretchen peed and washed her pussy and left her clothes in the bathroom. When she walked into the bedroom, Studs looked at her like she was a creamy, ivory statue standing on an auction block, and he had a million dollars in his hot little hand to bid on her.
"My God, girl," he managed to say at last, trying to pull his eyes from the golden fluff of hair that looked like a puff of tawny smoke on her mound. "My God," he repeated huskily, finding it difficult to breathe.
A sexy little laugh started deep in her throat and worked its way up and out of her sensuous, full-lipped mouth and she wiggled her shoulders just enough to make her big tits bump together.
"Oh, God," he gasped. For some reason, her tits looked bigger now that she was naked. Her nipples still looked the same, thick, dark pink studs protruding from pale pink areolae. Maybe he hadn't really looked at her tits before. He liked big nipples so much, maybe that's all he saw. "Oh, God," he said again.
She took an impatient little breath and said, "You going to stand there all day preaching, or are you going to fuck your ass out of those duds so we can get down to the nitty-gritty? This pussy is hot!"
Her brazen language was as potent as Spanish Fly and reminded him where he was, and why he was there. Nature had already turned his family jewels into an uproar, and he could feel his prick firming into a real lusty club, pulling his skin so tight that he could barely close his eyes. He swallowed hard and tried to blink.
"Well," Gretchen said, breathlessly impatient, "are you going to sing for your supper, or should I go out and find a guy who will?"
His boots flew in different directions, and his clothes went right behind them. He dragged her to him and kissed her hard, and she reached down with her left hand and gripped his hard cock.
He cleared his throat and said, "Are you left-handed or right-handed?"
"Both, when I handle a cock," she chuckled huskily.
He chuckled, too, and felt his prick throb. "That's what I like," he grinned, "an ambidextrous girl."
"Well, you do something besides four letter words," she said. "But you don't know the half of it, stud. I can do things with my hands you wouldn't believe."
"Where do you want it, baby, on the bed, the floor, or on the damn ceiling?"
"I want it between my legs, you big stud!"
He tried to slide his hands down the full cheeks of her ass, but she danced nimbly out of his grasp, then scooted past him toward the king-size bed, flipping her voluptuous ass at him as she went by.
He turned, his prick stiff bobbing and swaying, and watched as she sprawled dead center on the bed, pulled her silky-smooth legs up into a luscious vee, then opened them wide and the lips of her heated cunt opened like the thick, coral petals of a rose.
His cock stuck straight out from his loins, as stiff as a board as he got on the bed on his knees and shuffled over to her. She grasped his stiff rod and played a little squeezing game until the crown became a helmet of rigid flesh.
"Let's fuck," he growled.
She grinned and licked her lips. "Okay, but we do it my way, and this one is only the first of many. You up to it?"
"I'm damned sure willing to try!"
She rolled over and got up on all fours, and her foxy buttocks looked like half-moons shining at him. She turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder and shook her ass impatiently. "Come on, baby, mount my ass and ride me into the mattress."
Her challenge rang in his ears as he spread her ass cheeks and stared at her ass-hole and the whiskery lips of her pussy. "Ever had it up the ass?"
"Don't worry about my ass-hole right now," she hissed. "You don't get it unless you give me everything else I want."
Her hot, moist sex chamber wet the bulb of his cock on the first push. He lodged his cock-head inside her and put his hands on her hips to hold her steady and horsed his rigid rod all the way up her tunnel of lust, not stopping until his groin was pressed against the firm mounds of her ass and he was into her as deep as a man could get.
He let her get the feel of his big meat while he reached around and rolled her big clit between his thumb and forefinger until he had her sobbing and moaning with lust.
"Oh, yeah, stud," she cried, "fuck me, fuck me good!"
He continued to tease her love button as he fucked her with long, slow strokes, bent on giving her everything she wanted, even if it took all damn night.
After five minutes of heavy-duty pumping, he felt a distinct shift of her sexual gears. She seemed to go crazy with pleasure, and he screwed her harder and faster, making the bed creak and groan.
She put her palms flat against the wall and braced herself so she could force her ass back hard at him on every thrust. She loved to get her cunt stuffed from the rear, and her tongue hung out in pure bliss. "Ride my ass, stud," she cried, "ride it hard!"
He could feel his hard rod pulling her fat cunt lips back like flanges of wet liver on each retreating stroke, and the head of his cock banged into the mouth of her hungry womb on each following thrust. He fucked her until sweat trickled down his buttocks, and she had cum more times than he could count. His balls felt as big as walnuts, but happily, he was nowhere near a climax. He seemed to have an eternal hard-on, the kind that lasts forever, and he could imagine himself going down a whole line of hot cunts, screwing each one until juice poured out of their sizzling honey pots like melted butter.
Her cunt twitched and clenched like a velvet-covered fist as she came again and again, then she spasmed harder as the strongest orgasm yet washed over her, and her liquid poured over his slapping balls amid a mixed chorus of groans and the slurping of his rapidly pistoning prick.
He didn't mind at all that she was having more fun than he was. He knew he could afford to wait. His tool would be good for another hour. At least.
She twisted around and shoved him onto his back and said, "Now that we've taken the pressure off, we can progress to bigger and better things."
"What the hell do you mean, bigger?" he said, slightly petulant.
"Calm down, lover boy. I didn't mean your cock. It's just fine. I'm going to suck and fuck you so much you won't be able to walk when I get through." She took his stiff, sticky cock in her hand and muttered, "I'm going to show you what it's like to really make a fuck last."
She guided the head of his cock between her sensual lips, and he grunted from the fierce pleasure of her warm, wet mouth circling his bulbous knob. He couldn't think of a better way to cool his shaft than to stick it in a moist, loving mouth.
She knelt by his hip, her belly sucked up, her big, thick-nippled tits dangling. She wet the head of his cock with saliva, rubbed it over her lips, then let it slide into her mouth and sucked deeply. He sighed as her gifted mouth sent waves of excitement racing through him. Periodically, she took his cock out of her mouth and licked it, her tongue going up and down the length of his shaft, slurping up her own cunt juice and leaving a trail of saliva.
He enjoyed her cocksucking for a while, then tried to push her onto her back. "I've got to fuck you," he grunted.
She straddled his hips and said sternly, "You'll fuck me when I tell you to."
He thought she was going to top-fuck him, but she had other ideas. She slid up his body and her furry cleft zeroed in on his mouth. She stuck both hands in her crotch and spread her lips wide apart, lowered her ass and buried his mouth and nose in the heavy folds of her sopping snatch.
He grabbed the cheeks of her ass and pushed his tongue into her hot honey pot, and she tipped her crotch forward and mashed her clit on the tip of his nose.
"That's the way, baby," she murmured, wiggling her ass around, smearing juice over his face, "put your tongue in my hole and taste my sweet cunt."
He stabbed his tongue in and out of her hole like a slender cock fucking her bubbling twat.
"That's the way, baby," she breathed, "fuck me with your tongue. Make my cunt feel good."
The aroma of her aroused cunt filled his nostrils, soaking into his brain, intoxicating him. As his tongue dipped into the core of her again and again, she wiggled her hips, smearing her cunt all over his mouth. Then she turned around on top of his face and knelt over his head. His rock-hard prick stood up from the thick thatch of hair in his groin like a flagpole in a patch of brown grass, and she collared it with her mouth without using her hands.
His tongue slid up her wet slit and swiped across her joy buzzer, and she pressed the pulsing knob of his cock against the roof of her mouth with her tongue and bobbed her head slowly. His lively tongue sent fire through her nerves and her toes curled and uncurled reflex-ively, and she sucked his cock deep into her throat.
His swollen cock throbbed and ached with glorious, nerve-wracking sensations, and he knew he would soon fill this wild girl's mouth with his hot juice. He tried to hold back, tried to make the delicious sensations last longer, but he couldn't resist her fabulous hot mouth and lively tongue. He had never felt anything so incredible. He bucked and stabbed his cock into her mouth and shot spurts of scalding sperm into her zealous, sucking mouth.
She sucked harder, siphoning the juice from his rod and pulling the head deeper into her throat, squirming her cunt briskly and scrubbing her clit on his tongue as she gave him a mouthful of her own sex sauce. Her orgasm ebbed, she drained the last drop of cum from his cock, then rolled off him and lay on her back, breathing deeply, slight shudders running through her body.
"God, that was good," she purred. She eased her hand down his belly and wrapped her fingers around the half-hard shaft. "I want this thing fully hard again. How long will it take?"
"Not very long if you keep that up."
"Good," she said, jerking his dick harder and faster, pumping it up to its fullest measure. "Do you like to get top-fucked?"
"Uh, no, not really. I like it better the other way, so I'm in control."
"God, for a big tough biker, you've sure got some stuffy ideas!" She climbed over him and fit the thick knob of his cock between the lips of her cunt. "I want it all the way in," she hissed, "all the way to your balls, then I'm going to fuck you blind!"
The bloated knob on the end of his joy stick nosed between the drizzling lips of her slit, and she snapped her ass down, feeding his rod into her snatch quickly. It slid in as easy as pie, disappearing into her magic box right before his eyes, and he lay still, staring at her crotch as her hot quim swallowed him whole.
"It might take me a while to cum," he said. "You sucked the life right out of me."
"I know how well I suck cock, baby. Forget about your cum and enjoy my cunt, think about the girl's pleasure for a change. If you cum, fine.
If not, who cares? My climax is what's important, and I'll cum, that I can guarantee. I like to feel cum squirt in me, but it isn't necessary. Now, stop talking unless you're going to talk dirty to me. I want to concentrate on fucking your cock."
"You're the one doing all the talking," he muttered. "You make it sound like I'm not even here, like all you're interested in is my cock."
"You got that right, baby! Your cock is the only thing doing anything important right now. If you have to use your mouth for something, suck my tits."
Her big tits dangled in front of his face, jiggling and bumping together as she humped her ass up and down, riding his cock to the very tip, then sinking back down slowly, burying his shaft all the way up her sex sheath. She braced herself with her hands on the bed, closed her eyes, and savored the feel of his stiff salami filling her cunt.
Her big nipples pointed down at him, hard and stiff, and he took her advice and nibbled, licked and sucked on her tit tips. He could see the hairy mouth between her thighs eating his dick, and felt the active muscles in her love tunnel ripple around his prong, like soft lips kissing it all over.
She spasmed hard and fucked faster as her climax came in like thundering waves and swept over her. Her pussy clutched at his prick as if trying to milk it, and her juice poured out and soaked his groin.
He tried to follow her gyrating cunt and keep his cock buried in her, and to his great surprise, felt another orgasm stirring in his loins. Afraid she would quit before he got off, he grabbed her hips and tried to hold her steady as he lunged into her cunt.
Lost in the throes of her own orgasm, absorbed by her own bliss, she bucked and heaved, and he could only hang on and hope for the best. She threw her head back and uttered inane gibberish in a keening wail as she fucked herself to an even higher plateau, and he pumped into her with all his might, striving for his own orgasm. Then it arrived on thundering hooves and he lunged into her vigorously, squirting hot sperm into her cunt, giving her as good as he got.
She sobbed raggedly as his hot cream splashed into her hole, thick and gooey, increasing her own pleasure, and she could feel his cock throbbing in the very bottom of her cunt. She reached around behind her ass, grabbed his nuts, and squeezed them, and they felt large and hot and hairy between her nimble fingers.
When her orgasm finally played itself out and she felt satisfied, at least for the moment, she rolled off him and lay spread-eagle on the bed.
"God, I love to fuck," she sighed. "There's just nothing in the world like a good cum. Feel my pussy, it's still hot."
He put his hand on her cunt. "Yeah, and it's wet, too, real soupy."
"That's the way a well-fucked pussy should feel," she said with a pleased chuckled. "Kiss it. Lick my clit, and I just might cum again."
She put her hand behind his head and pulled it down to her crotch, and he stuck his head between her thighs and went to work on her clit with his tongue. Her aggressiveness stirred something in him. He sort of liked having a girl order him around.
"After bringing me off with your tongue again, I'll let you fuck my ass. You've never had your cock in a better ass than mine, baby. You're going to love it."
CHAPTER TEN
Gretchen took a shower and came out of the bathroom naked, and saw that Studs had company-three guys and a girl.
"Holy shit," one of the guys said. "This is what you picked up on the way down, Studs?"
"Yeah," Studs said with a big grin, "ain't she something?" He looked at Gretchen, and his grin widened. "The one with the big mouth is Flash, that's Bull, that's Snack, and the chick is Beejay, Flash's old lady. Guys, this is Gretchen."
Gretchen gave the guys a big grin, then stared openly at the girl. By the looks of her, she was a red-hot chili pepper-not very tall, mostly tits and ass, dark skin, lots of long black hair, big black Spanish eyes, a pouty mouth and a sultry look that would melt the fillings in your teeth. Beejay was probably shorthand for her initials, and there was probably a Juanita in there somewhere. Whatever, she oozed sex from every pore, and was one of the sexiest girls Gretchen had ever seen.
Gretchen sauntered over to Beejay, making sure her tits bounced and her ass swung enticingly, and said, "How old are you, honey?"
"Nineteen," Beejay replied, unruffled by Gretchen's overt scrutiny. "How old are you?"
"Older than you," Gretchen said. She unbuttoned Beejay's shirt and pushed it open and gazed at her bare tits. "Hmmm, big, thick nipples, just the kind I like to suck. Do you eat pussy, honey?"
Beejay caressed Gretchen's bare belly and said calmly, "Doesn't everybody?"
"Oh, I know a lot of people who don't," Gretchen replied, "some of them guys."
"I'm glad I don't know them," Beejay laughed.
Gretchen put her hand under Beejay's left tit and lifted it real high and said softly, "Lick your nipple."
Beejay bent her head and stuck her tongue way out and casually swiped it across her nipple. Gretchen bent her head and helped the girl lick her nipple.
"You're cool," Beejay laughed.
"Want to have a little fun with the guys?"
"Yeah, I'd like that," Beejay said. "I'd like to have a little fun with you, too."
"Oh, we will, honey," Gretchen said, "but let's do the guys first. I'll take Flash and one other guy. Which ones do you want?"
"Boy, she doesn't waste any time," Snake said in a half-whisper, awed by Gretchen's beauty and poise.
"If you want to stand around and talk, go to your favorite hangout and bullshit with your buddies," Gretchen responded tartly.
"Oh, I didn't mean it that way," Snake said sheepishly. "I just didn't know it was going to be this easy."
"Easy is the last thing it's going to be," Gretchen said. "When Beejay and I get through with you, you'll think you've run the Pike's Peak Marathon."
Beejay hesitated and looked at Flash.
"Oh, don't worry about him," Gretchen said. "You've got enough ass to give away a few pieces without depriving him. Besides, if he objects to you having a little fun, he can't fuck me." She turned her head and looked at Studs. "Studs, tell him what he'll miss out on if he doesn't fuck me."
"Just one of the best pieces of ass I've ever had," Studs replied laconically. "Her pussy is a real snapper, Flash."
Beejay bent to take off her boots, and her heavy, big-nippled tits swung enticingly from the movement of her shoulders. She straightened up and grinned, and Gretchen helped her out of her clothes. The girls stood side by side and caressed each other's tits and grinned at the way the men stared at their contrasting bodies, one dark, one light, both shapely and ravishing.
"Damn," Bull said breathlessly, "we've hit the fucking jackpot!"
"Not unless you get out of your clothes," Gretchen said, "and that includes your socks!"
The guys stripped helter-skelter, and the girls checked them out as they undressed. Snake had the more muscular body, but not the largest cock. That honor went to Bull, but the others had no reason to be ashamed of their equipment.
"Studs has been after my ass for months," Beejay said, "but Flash was always in the way. I'll take him and Snake."
"Maybe I want some of your ass, too," Bull said.
"I think this is going to be a tag-team match," Studs said. "All of us get both of them."
"How right you are," Gretchen said. She pushed Bull down on one end of the small couch with his back against the arm and got on her stomach between his legs. "I'll tell you when," she said to Flash. "Sit down and play with your cock and get it hard while you're waiting."
Gretchen scooped up Bull's dick with her mouth to suck it up, swallowed the whole thing, turned her eyes up at him and grinned around his cock as she curled her fingers and slowly dragged her nails down the front of his body.
Bull exhaled heavily and muttered, "God damn!"
The heat and wetness of her mouth worked magic on his wand, and it began to inflate almost immediately. As it grew, she put her hands around it and squeezed and stroked it firmly, bringing it to full erection. Flash caressed her full, well-rounded ass and tickled her slit with his left hand as he pulled on his pud with his right hand.
Beejay and Snake and Studs got on the bed and she took a prick in each hand and stroked them into erection as they watched Gretchen. When she was satisfied they were hard enough, she got on her hands and knees, Studs got behind her and leaned down to give her pussy a couple of licks, then straightened up and shoved his prick up her cunt, and Snake got on his knees in front of her and stuck his cock in her open mouth.
Gretchen deep-throated Bull's dick until it was fully erect, then held it upright with both hands, slid her lips slowly up the shaft and licked the head.
"Damn, girl," Bull exclaimed softly, "you've got a terrific mouth!"
"You've got a nice cock," Gretchen replied. "Now, it's your turn."
She rolled backward onto her back on the floor and spread her legs, reached over her head and located Flash's cock, grasped it in her left fist and pulled him to the floor by her head. Bull got up on his knees and started for her pussy, holding his prick in one hand.
"I meant it's your turn to lick me," Gretchen said firmly, putting put her right hand on his head and pushing down.
Bull went to his stomach between her legs, put his hands on each side of her hairy slit and spread the puffy lips. "God, that's a real humongous clit," he exclaimed. "I've never seen one that big."
Gretchen hunched her cunt at his mouth and muttered, "The better to cum with, my dear."
Bull stuck out his tongue and wiggled it over her big boy-in-the-boat, and she sighed heavily and lifted her hips, then rolled her head to the side and looked at Beejay and her two guys.
Snake's cock was all the way down Beejay's throat and she was rocking gently back and forth as Studs held onto her hips and steadily pumped her pussy from behind, the look of rapture on his face expressed his intense pleasure of fucking her at long last.
"She really knows how to suck cock," Snake said.
"Yeah, and she's got a tight, active pussy," Studs replied. "I see why Flash wants to keep her to himself."
Gretchen looked down at Flash's cock as her hand moved up and down the shaft slowly, keeping it hard and ready for later use. Her heart pounded with excitement and tremors of lust shuddered her body as Bull's mouth settled on her cunt. She twined her fingers in his hair and pressed his mouth tighter to her hot, wet slit and cried out softly when he stabbed his tongue up her hole and a thrill stung her cunt. He assaulted her gash with harsh, overeager lips and tongue, and she closed her thighs on his cheeks and dug her heels into his back and clenched her teeth as the brutal kisses shattered her senses and her passion mounted rapidly.
She meant only to get a few licks from Bull, then fuck him, but she was coming up so fast that she changed her mind. She might as well get a good cum on his tongue first. She swung her hips at a furious pace, reached the pinnacle in little more than a minute under his frantic hunger, writhing and quivering in frenzied jerks and humps as she surrendered to the vortex of ecstasy.
She screamed and yanked hard on Flash's cock as she went over the edge, riding the orgasmic waves created by the storm in her cunt. She held Bull's mouth to her gushing slit and jerked furiously on Flash's stiff rod as her screams filled the room, raising the sexual tension a few degrees. She peaked and slowly came down, her hips slowed to a stop, and she pushed Bull's head out of her crotch, breathing hard.
"Is that the first time you've eaten pussy."
"Oh, no," Bull said, "I've done it lots of times."
"Well, try a little tenderness next time," she admonished. "That's not a full course steak dinner between my legs, it's a delicate dessert to be savored at leisure. You can fuck me now."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Beejay occasionally took her mouth off Snake's cock and looked over her shoulder at Studs, jerking Snake's cock rapidly, keeping it primed as she threw her ass back at Studs and twisted her hips in circles. "I love the way you're fucking me, baby. Do you like my pussy?"
"Oh, yeah, baby, it's the greatest," Studs wheezed.
Beejay took Snake's cock back into her mouth and stroked rapidly and sucked furiously, trying to suck the end off his prick, as the sensations in her pussy grew stronger. She sucked, looked over her shoulder while jacking him as hard as she sucked him, sucked some more, looked back again, over and over, trying to take in everything at once, turning her head back and forth so quickly, it made her dizzy.
Bull put his arms under Gretchen's legs and lifted them over his shoulders, doubled her up with her feet pointed at the ceiling, and tried to seat his cock. She reached down between her splayed legs and guided the knob to her hole, he penetrated her in a rush, and she hissed sharply as he fucked her as hard and rough as he ate her pussy.
She clung to Flash's cock and accommodated herself to Bull's passionate fucking. Flash took a big tit in each hand and kneaded the heavy globes as she twisted and humped her ass, fucking back at Bull, matching him stroke for stroke, her face wreathed in passion.
Studs put his hands on Beejay's head, alternately smoothing her hair back and pulling it as he pounded his prick into her tight sex sheath, and she curved her back down, lifting her ass higher so she could get all of his thrusting tool inside her.
Snake reached under Beejay and stopped her big tits from flopping and kneaded the pliant mounds as he fucked her in the mouth.
Bull's hard pounding cock quickly produced the desired result. Gretchen let out a loud scream and bucked and writhed furiously as he brought her to another climax.
Beejay's loud wails joined Gretchen's as she got off on Stud's driving dick. She rocked quickly back and forth, alternately shoving his cock further up her cunt and Snake's cock further down her throat, her sexy body undulating up and down and swinging back and forth between the two men.
Gretchen dropped off her orgasmic high and pushed on Bull's shoulders with her legs, and he rolled onto his back. She scrambled up and knelt in front the couch with her arms on the seat and looked over her shoulder.
"Now, Flash," she hissed.
Poor Flash, his prick was so hard it hurt, and he had begun to think he was going to be left out. He scrambled onto the couch behind Gretchen and put the head of his cock against her cunt lips.
"Tongue first," Gretchen hissed.
Flash dropped his cock and bent down and buried his nose between the cheeks of her shapely ass and stuck his tongue up her cunt. She wiggled her ass and shoved it back at him as he fucked her furiously with his long tongue. He modified his assault on her cunt and frantically licked the full length of her hot, wet slit, and she moaned deep in her throat, a guttural sound of satisfaction, and came again.
Flash flailed her clit a few seconds, driving her further into her climax, then rose on his knees and screwed his rampant charger to the root in her cunt in one swift movement. "God damn, what a cunt," he grunted, "she's so fucking tight!"
"Yeah," Bull agreed, "fucking tight and hot, too."
Bull jumped up and sat on the couch in front of Gretchen, and she cupped his balls and fondled them as her mouth went to work. He wished she had let him cum in her pussy, but he wasn't going to argue about a good blow job.
She pushed his balls against the shaft and wrapped her right hand around the sac and shaft, wrapped her left fist around the shaft higher up and stroked rapidly as she sucked on the head of his prick. His prick twitched and throbbed and he caressed her head tenderly to show his appreciation. She lifted her head, released his balls, wrapped both hands around the shaft, one above the other, and jacked it furiously as she looked over her shoulder at Flash.
"I expect a real good fuck from you, baby," she said.
Before she went back to Bull's dick, she looked at the trio on the bed.
Studs and Snake had changed places, and Snake was up over Beejay's foxy ass, fucking almost straight down, rubbing her G-spot with the head of his prick as it slid in and out of her tight sex sheath, his face screwed up with pleasant agony.
Studs was holding his cock by the head and massaging it with his fingers and Beejay was licking everything she could reach with her tongue. He tangled his fingers in her long black hair, pulled her head up and stuck the head of his cock in her mouth, and she tightened her lips and sucked furiously as she reached up with one hand, cupped his balls, and rolled them in her palm.
"God damn," Snake wheezed, "she's a hot little bitch! Her tight little cunt's milking my cock like there's no tomorrow!"
"Here I cum," Studs yelled.
Beejay swallowed rapidly and noisily as Studs' hot cream filled her mouth. His orgasm kicked off another one in her, her body bucked and writhed more violently than before, her cunt muscles clamped tight around Snake's cock, her body rocking back and forth wildly, pulling the cum right out him. She was in heaven, cumming like mad, with hot male seed flowing into both ends of her body at once.
Flash didn't last any longer in Gretchen's cunt than Snake did in Beejay's. She was rhythmically milking his prick with her strong cunt muscles, squeezing so hard he could barely thrust in and out of her, and every time his cock went in, her cunt pummeled it unmercifully. He slammed forward, shoved all of his cock into her hungry cunt, and roared as he gave her a load of hot cum.
Beejay rolled over and lay against Studs, half-sitting with her back against his chest, put her arm behind his head and curled it around his neck. Snake shifted in her saddle and continued to fuck her with long, powerful strokes. Studs put his arms around her and played with her tits, and she pulled his head down and kissed him hard, thrusting her tongue in and out of his mouth, copying the action of Snake's cock sliding in and out of her pussy.
Gretchen jerked Bull's prong wildly as she rode out her orgasm, then took the head in her mouth and sucked like a vacuum. He jerked his hips up and down, fucking her face as he felt the acute pressure of his orgasm rising behind his prick, and Flash continued to plunge his prick in and out of her sloppy cunt as it slowly softened.
Beejay rolled her head to the side and looked at Gretchen as her hips worked rapidly, fucking back at Snake as he raced toward his climax. "She's as hot as I am," she murmured.
When Gretchen felt Bull's cock swell and get ready to erupt, she took her mouth away, her hands continuing their rapid journey up and down his prick. He groaned and let his cum fly, and the first spurt hit her on the lips. She opened her mouth and swallowed the head of his cock again, taking the rest of his cum down her gullet, pulling and squeezing and sucking until his cock was empty, then pushed it out of her mouth with her tongue.
"Oh, that's so cool," Beejay murmured.
"Mmmmmmm," Gretchen murmured, "good yummy for the tummy."
She got to her feet and grabbed Bull and Flash by the hand and went to the bed where Beejay was still fucking Snake, dragging her two men along with her. Beejay was deep into her own orgasm when Snake started loading up her deep sex channel with his jism, and Gretchen waited patiently until they both came down, then pulled Beejay away.
"Sit up, dear," she said. She sat down by Beejay with their hips touching, kissed the young woman and ran her tongue down her throat, then looked at the four men, a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she said, "Are you having fun?"
"Oh, yeah," they chorused.
"Good, because now you're going to give us a little personal pleasure while your cocks recuperate. Studs, you suck my pussy. Bull, you suck Beejay. Be sure you lick up all the juice in us."
Studs and Bull got down on their knees between the two sets of shapely female legs and leaned forward.
"Stand by, fellows," Gretchen told Snake and Flash. "After Studs and Bull get us off, you can have your turn. Then Beejay and I will take turns sucking the four of you off."
Gretchen put her arm around Beejay and cuddled the young woman as Studs and Bull dived into the soppy maws of their wet cunts and went to work.
Flash idly stroked his cock and watched his buddies. "Nothing like a tasty box lunch at the wye," he said.
"Will you two do each other out while we watch?" Snake asked.
"You bet," Gretchen said, "between the next rounds of fucking. We're going to change partners and do all kinds of things. We still have miles to go before dawn."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Billy Kidd was young, barely past nineteen, and he worked in the mail room and struggled with night school, studying for a degree in business. He was a handsome lad with blondish hair and bright blue eyes, stood five-nine with his shoes on, and weighed about one-fifty fully clothed. Given his name and age, he was known around the office as Billy The Kid, but he was most notably known for his terrible crush on Gretchen Foster.
Gretchen was sitting alone in the break room having a cup of coffee, wearing a conservative two-piece linen suit when Billy came in. He got a cup of coffee and two gooey jelly donuts, and went straight to her table.
"Hello, Billy," Gretchen said.
He put both donuts in front of her and pulled out a chair. "Would you like a donut?"
"Thank you, Billy, but I'd better not. Every calorie I eat goes straight to my hips."
He glanced surreptitiously at her chest. She wasn't wearing a blouse under her suit jacket, and he was pretty sure she wasn't wearing a bra. He didn't think she ever wore one, the way she jiggled when she walked. "I don't think so," he mumbled.
Gretchen leaned forward slightly so more of her cleavage showed and said quietly, teasingly, "Feeling brave today, Billy?"
"I didn't think you could hear me."
She snickered and winked at him. "How's school going?"
"It's a bitch," he replied, "a real grind. Every day, I'm tempted to quit. Maybe drive a cab, or something."
"Don't be a fool. Education is very important, today more than ever. Someday, you'll look back and be glad you stuck it out."
He bit into a donut and chewed, then said, "Maybe, but I don't have time to do anything else, or money to do it with."
"You seem pretty bright. Have you applied for a scholarship? There are lots of them available."
He popped the rest of the donut in his mouth and chewed. He carefully wiped the powdered sugar off his lips with a napkin, then took a sip of coffee, again being careful not to slurp so she wouldn't think he was a total nerd. "No, I don't think I'm qualified."
"How do you know until you try?" Gretchen felt a little like a mother trying to steer a wayward son along the right path, but Billy seemed to need somebody he could talk to, and she was the only one at the table with him. "It doesn't cost anything, and nothing ventured, nothing gained."
"You're the brainy one," he said.
"I thought guys didn't go for girls with brains," she teased.
"When they look like you, we can overlook the brains," he said. He blushed and grinned weakly. "I didn't mean that the way it came out. I get confused and tongue-tied around you."
"You shouldn't overlook the brains," she said softly. "Some brainy girls have real good imaginations, and the more imagination, the more fun." She smiled and licked her lips lasciviously.
He pushed the second donut aside and looked at her, frowning. "Do you know, this is the first time you've said more to me than hello. No matter what I did, you wouldn't give me a tumble. What's different now?"
She knew the answer to the question before she asked it, but she asked it anyway, and couldn't keep from being flirtatious when she did. It was just her nature, and she couldn't do a thing about it. "Is a tumble what you really want, Billy?"
He managed to set his cup down without spilling the coffee and looked at her, unable for several moments to get even one word to form in his befuddled mind and come out his mouth. After what seemed like an eternity to him, he got his mind to work, after a fashion, cleared his throat and said, "Will you go to the movies with me Saturday? This coming Saturday?"
"I'm sorry, I go out of town every weekend," she said.
His face fell into his shoes. He had screwed up his courage enough to make his pitch, it had failed, and he didn't know what to do or say now.
She suspected that he didn't have much experience even asking a girl for a date, let alone how to get her into bed, and decided to make it easy on him. She smiled and said, "Do you have a car, Billy?"
"Can't afford one," he muttered, "I ride the bus everywhere."
"The bus doesn't come out to where I live. Do you have class tonight?"
He shook his head. His brain still wasn't working right, and he wasn't sure that he was hearing what he thought he heard.
"Will it be okay if I come to your place tonight, say around seven?"
He nodded so hard, his whole body wiggled and he nearly fell off his chair. She chuckled and patted his cheek tenderly and left.
Later that day, she realized that she didn't ask him for his address, but she solved that problem easily enough by accessing the company Christmas card list.
After work, she went straight home, had a bowl of soup and a sandwich, then took her bath. She dabbed musk behind her ears, on her throat, between her breasts and around her pussy, put on a lacy thong, a pair of sexy sandals, and a lightweight shirtwaist dress that buttoned up the front. She didn't know how he felt about make-up, so she used only a pale red lipstick.
Gretchen drove her spirited little convertible across town with the top down, feeling as zesty, as vibrant, as the wind whipping across her face and through her hair. The prospect of fucking a young man with limited, if any, experience turned her on, and she felt warm juice seep into her pussy and her nipples stiffened. She wondered if Billy had a nice cock, if his inexperience would make him a jack rabbit.
Maybe she would treat him to a fabulous blow job first, relieve the pressure in his balls, and then they could take their time and really get down. She would just have to play it by ear. Whatever happened, she expected to have loads of fun, teach him a few things and give him a night he would never forget.
She unbuttoned the top of her dress so her cleavage showed almost to her nipples and knocked on Billy's door. He answered while her hand was poised for the second knock, and she opened her fist and caressed his cheek.
"Hello, Billy," she said softly, seductively.
He looked at her as if he couldn't believe she was really there. She turned sideways to face him as she went through the door, her tits brushed him, and she shivered with delight. He closed the door and leaned against it, a look of wonder on his face.
She glanced down to be sure most of her tits were showing, then turned to face him and chuckled softly when she saw the look on his face. "Relax, Billy," she said soothingly, "I won't bite." She grinned like an imp. "I'll nibble, but you'll like it."
He had to clear his throat twice before he could talk. "God, you're beautiful," he croaked.
"Thank you, Billy. Do you think I look sexy tonight?" '
He gulped. "God, Gretchen, you look sexy all the time! I've never seen a sexier woman."
"You do say the nicest things, Billy. Be careful, or you might turn my head." She cocked her head to one side and smiled coyly. "Would you like to kiss me hello?"
He stared at her elegant tits. "God, Gretchen, I'd like to kiss you anything but good-bye!"
Keeping the initiative, she went to him and pinned him against the door with her tits, put her arms around his neck, pressed the rest of her body against him, and wiggled her crotch and felt his prick spring to life. "No little pecks on the lips," she said softly. "You have to kiss me good, with tongue and everything."
The instant their lips met, his tongue darted into her mouth, and she sucked it gently. He put his hands on the swell of her buttocks, and she wiggled her ass and rotated her crotch on his cock, then broke the kiss and stepped back quickly before things got out of hand. His expression showed his perplexity and indecision as she turned and sauntered to the couch.
"Nice place," she said, "you keep it clean."
"Yeah," he croaked, his eyes fixed on her swaying ass, "Mom taught me well."
He knew beyond a doubt that he was in the middle of a wet dream. It simply wasn't possible that one of the sexiest girls in the world was in his apartment, coming on to him like gang busters. Woman, actually. She was several years older, and she acted so mature! He'd heard that older women were better lovers. He knew he would not find out this night, however. Soon, the alarm would go off, and he would wake with a ferocious hard-on and would have to take matters in hand, as usual.
She sat on the couch and crossed her legs, making sure she showed him plenty of bare thigh. "Do you have some wine, Billy? Oh, I forgot, you aren't old enough to buy alcoholic beverages, are you? Well, that's okay."
"Oh, I've got a bottle," he said quickly. "I can't buy it and I don't know much about wine anyway, but I asked Michelle to buy a bottle for me. It's white, and she said it's a good one. She even got a couple glasses for me."
She swung her foot idly as she watched him open the bottle and pour two glasses and accepted one graciously, with a smile. He stood a few feet away, rocking from one foot to the other with indecision.
"Don't be so bashful, Billy," she said softly, and patted the couch. "Sit by me, and let's get to know a little about each other."
He sat, stiffly, staring straight ahead so he wouldn't upset her by looking at her tantalizing tits. If his brain had been working a little better, if she wasn't older, if she wasn't just about the most overpowering, breathtaking woman in the world, he would have realized that her open dress was an open invitation for him to look.
She smiled at him and slowly sipped her wine, then said, "This is good wine, Billy. Did you tell Michelle why you wanted it?"
"Yeah, I told her that you were coming over. I hope that was okay. I mean, I don't want to embarrass you or anything."
"Sure it was okay, Billy, Michelle understands." She put her hand on the inside of his thigh and rubbed gently. "You ought to ask her for a date, she's a lot of fun."
Her hand was perilously close to his cock, and he just knew he was going to disgrace himself. She crossed her legs the other way and leaned toward him slightly. He caught a glimpse of her bare tits peeking out of the opening of her dress and nearly swallowed his tongue. She looked at him, smiling craftily, touched his cock, and his teeth wanted to follow his tongue down his throat.
Her smile got a little craftier. "Do you date much, Billy?"
He drank a little wine, and it felt like molten lava in his throat. "Not much," he croaked. "You know, I go to class at night and have to study to keep up and all."
"When you do date, is it girls your age," she rubbed her palm lightly over his cock, "or older girls?"
His stomach was in an uproar, and the wine was at the center of the whirlpool, like a clump of acid. "Girls my age. I've never dated an older girl."
"Well, I don't suppose you could call this a real date," she said. She got up and poured herself another glass of wine. "Maybe some day, we can go on a real date."
"Yeah, maybe," he muttered, absolutely, positively unequivocally certain that she was going to leave.
Gretchen put her glass down and unbuttoned the top of her dress the rest of the way and pulled it open and showed him her naked tits. "You like to look at my tits, don't you?" He nodded vigorously "If you want to see me naked, you have to ask."
His voice nearly broke when he said, "God, Gretchen, I want to see you naked!"
He stared at her goggle-eyed and she cocked her head to one side and smiled coquettishly, the tip of her pink tongue crawling lasciviously over her sensuous, slightly parted lips as she pushed her dress off her shoulders.
His eyes got bigger, as big as saucers, and he muttered, "Oh, God."
"No, baby," she whispered, "an angel, maybe." She pulled her arms out of the dress, let it hang around her lush hips for a moment, then pushed it down and bent over to push her lacy panties down, and her luscious tits dangled and danced seductively under her chest.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Gretchen straightened up and stepped daintily out of the puddle of cloth and stood with her hands on her hips and her legs spread slightly, wearing only high heels, letting Billy look at her.
The riotous profusion of blonde curls at the base of her belly stood in sharp contrast to her deeply tanned skin. Even her magnificent tits were tanned, and Billy thought they were the most sensational things he'd ever seen. He closed his eyes and shook himself, like a dog that had just come in from the rain.
"Are you disappointed," she said softly, "is that why you don't want to look at me?"
He looked at her through squinty eyes, then opened them wide and stared at her openly. "Oh, God, Gretchen," he blurted, awed by the vision of loveliness standing in front of him, "you're breathtaking. I have to be dreaming."
She chuckled and caressed her luscious tits with the palms of her hands. "I'm bona fide warm living flesh, but you have to prove it for yourself." She turned around and looked over her shoulder and said, "Do you like my ass, Billy?"
Billy had to swallow hard to wet his throat with saliva. "God, Gretchen, I adore your ass! It's beautiful! I've never seen a more magnificent ass!"
She spread her legs and leaned over, displaying her hairy gash from the rear, the high heels accentuating her shapely legs. "Look at my pussy, Billy. Have you ever mounted a girl's ass and fucked her from the rear?"
He didn't know if she meant in the pussy or the ass-hole. Not that it mattered, he'd never mounted a girl's ass in any case. "God, no," he croaked.
She picked up her glass and he watched her walk slowly toward him, her tits bouncing and swaying gently. He had never seen a more alluring sight. She sat by him and put her hand back on the inside of his thigh, then on top of his cock and took a sip a wine.
"God, Gretchen," he groaned.
"Your cock is so hard," she whispered.
"God, Gretchen," he croaked.
She handed him her glass and said, "Hold this for me." She opened his pants and her eyes widened and she inhaled sharply as she fished his pride and joy out. She had indeed struck pay dirt. His cock was gorged with blood, throbbing robustly in her dainty hand, and a hell of a lot bigger than she expected.
"Oh, God, Gretchen," he muttered, "you're teasing the hell out of me."
She took her glass back from him and said, "Oh, I'm not teasing, baby, I love hard cocks, and the way you're staring at my tits really turns me on. Don't you want to touch them?"
He stared at the bountiful globes as he caressed her left tit, hefted it, then caressed her right tit and hefted it. "Awesome," he murmured, then bent down and kissed each nipple.
Her big tits seemed to expand a full cup size and her turgid nipples seemed to grow another inch or two, even though they were already so stiff they hurt. "Feel how wet my pussy is," she said softly.
He jammed his hand between her knees, she opened her legs slightly, and his hand shot into her crotch. He cupped her pussy in his hand and moaned louder as the heat from her box seeped through his skin, suffused his blood. He loved the feel of the soft curls covering her crotch against his palm.
"Put your finger in me," she urged.
He stuck his middle finger in her slick hole and blurted, "God, Gretchen, your pussy is so hot and so wet! Ohhh, fuck!"
She giggled. "Exactly what I had in mind, baby." She closed her thighs on his hand and kissed his lips. "Your finger feels so good in my pussy, and your cock is going to feel even better." She fondled his fleshy lance lovingly, silently telling him that he had it made in the shade, that she wanted his cock in her as much as he wanted to put there. "And a nice cock it is, too," she whispered. "Have you fucked anybody recently?"
"No," he gulped, reluctant to admit that he fucked his fist a lot more often than he fucked a girl. He still couldn't believe that the most outstanding, most desirable girl in the whole wide world was sitting by him, naked, playing with his cock and letting him feel her up.
"Well," she crooned, pulling his bloated shaft gently, "we'll just have to do something about that. All work and no play makes Billy a dull boy."
He was this close to cumming, and knew he couldn't stop it. He pulled his finger out of her pussy and grabbed her tits and frenziedly sucked and licked her fat nipples as fast as he could.
The way he was pawing her told her that he did indeed have limited sexual experience. Probably used to just groping, she thought. I wonder if he's ever scored more than a feel of a girl's tits. Well, I'll teach him how to properly make love to a girl. The thought inflamed her, made her entire body flush with lustful agitation.
She put her hand behind his head and moaned softly. "Slow down, honey. Nibble my nipples and lick my tits, but don't abuse them, they're tender." She felt his cock swell and throb harder under her talented manual manipulation, and knew she had pushed him beyond the breaking point. "Oh, my," she said softly.
She pushed his head away from her tits and leaned over and put her mouth over the head of his cock and stroked rapidly.
His ass lurched off the couch and he muttered, "Oh, shit," as he surrendered his load and filled her mouth with his hot fuck juice.
She drained him and sat up, realized that she was still holding her wine glass, and drained it.
"God, Gretchen," he muttered, so embarrassed, he wanted to hide under the couch, "I'm sorry."
"For what, baby?" She smiled and gave him a bawdy wink. "I like to suck cock almost as much as I like to fuck. Would you get me another glass of wine? I need something to wash your cum down my throat."
The reminder of what she had just done to him made him blush. He jumped up and refilled her wine glass and stood in front of her as he gave it to her.
"You're still dressed," she said.
"Yeah, well, everything happened so fast, and I wasn't sure.. . "
"I am," she said. "We could do it that way, but I don't want to."
A couple of buttons flew off as he tore at his clothes. He ignored them. He didn't care what damage he did to them, he could always get some more.
She caressed the inside of his thigh and played with his cock and balls, then opened her legs and pulled on his cock. "Get on your knees, Billy, and kiss me."
He dropped to his knees with a soft thud and leaned forward. The kiss started slowly and softly, then quickly became a heated exchange of lively tongues and puffy lips. He moaned into her mouth and reached for her tits with both hands and tenderly mauled both large globes.
She twisted her mouth away and said, "Suck my tits."
He cupped one big mound affectionately with both hands and lowered his head, enclosed her nipple with his hot lips and sucked the tumid bud with unbridled adoration, then cupped her other tit with both hands, twirled his tongue all over the areola, then sucked it tenderly. "Gorgeous tits," he muttered. "I love big tits and fat nipples. Your tits are the biggest ones I've ever touched. They're out of this world."
"I hope not," she teased, "or you wouldn't be able to reach them." She put her hand on top of his head and pushed gently. "Go on down, lick my belly, I'm going to teach you how to lick clit. You want to learn how to please a girl with your tongue, don't you?"
"Oh, yeah," he exclaimed.
His eyes roved up the inside of one shapely thigh, then the other. He kissed her bellybutton and on each side of her slit, and the tantalizing aroma from her pussy bewitched him.
Her insides were quaking and her passions were at the boiling point. She had him doing exactly what she wanted. He would suck her off, then she would take an exquisite ride on his stately, virile prick.
He stared at her superlative pussy with awe. "It's beautiful," he breathed.
Her tender, bloated pussy lips were mere inches from his mouth, he detected a hint of her subtly erotic perfume in the soft blonde curls, and the enchanting fragrance wafting into his nose overloaded his senses.
"Open the lips of my pussy, dear. Use your fingers and pull them apart carefully. Unless a girl specifically asks you to be rough, always treat her tenderly. Now, in the top of my slit is the clitoral hood. Clits come in different sizes.
Some are so big they seem to jump out at you, and some are so tiny you have to work to find them. Whatever their size, you have to coax them out of the hood. Run your tongue over the bottom of the hood a few times." She sipped her wine and watched him lick her clit. "Ummmmmm, that's right. See, my clit is coming out to greet you. Now, look at the bottom of my slit. See that little hole? That's the mouth of my cunt. That's where your cock goes when you fuck me. Stick your tongue in it." She shivered and drank more wine as he stuck his tongue in her nether mouth. "Now, unless you have a tongue like a giraffe's, you can't get your tongue very far inside, but the mouth is very sensitive. Fuck me with your tongue and suck my hole at the same time. Oooooo, you catch on fast! Did you get a lot of juice?"
He lifted his head and beamed happily. "Yeah, you taste good."
She set her glass aside and patted him on the head. "Now, since you can't suck my hole and lick my clit at the same time, I want you stick two fingers in me and lick my clit." She hadn't intended to let him bring her to orgasm, but his tongue felt so good she saw no reason to waste the delightful sensations he had started. "Finger-fuck while you lick. You can go fast or slow or alternate, just keep your tongue on my clit. After you suck me off, we'll get your cock hard again and I'll fuck you."
She was going to fuck him! The heavens opened and a bolt of lascivious lightning hit him right in the ass, the charge passed through his body, infused his tongue with vitality, and he devoured her sleek, succulent gash avidly.
She put her legs over his shoulders and leaned back and squirmed her ass gently. In moments, lust overwhelmed her and she locked her legs around his neck and hunched her cunt into his mouth "Lick my clit," she moaned, "I'm about to cum."
So was he! He fought for control of his emotions. To dump his load prematurely, and on the carpet to boot, would be the height of humiliation, not to mention the ultimate disappointment. He wanted to eat her, fuck her, and do everything he had only dreamed of. This was too good to be true. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, licked her twat vibrantly, drank the appetizing elixir flowing from her hole.
"Ooohhh, Billy, you're eating me so well," she moaned. "Lick my clit real fast, baby!"
Emotion overcame him. The breathtaking girl of his dreams was beseeching him to eat her luscious pussy, to do what he had yearned to do since the moment he laid eyes on her. Her seething, liquefied crack drew his tongue like a magnet, and the fabulously erotic bouquet of her pussy made his head reel.
"My clit, Billy," she wailed, "lick my clit!"
His tongue lashed her clit unmercifully. She tangled her fingers in his hair and humped his mouth fervently, her juice flowing like a river, her clit burning under his electrifying tongue. The sensuous contact between her hairy lips and his mouth sent her whirling into ecstasy. Her body trembled and shook turbulently, and she squirmed and humped her pussy at his mouth with unbridled passion.
She popped her cork, and her squeal startled him, but he kept his tongue right on top of her clit and licked rapidly, feeling her love stud roll under his tongue. Her wanton wails drove him to greater effort, and he opened his mouth wide, plastered it over her fluttering quim and licked her oily slot, his tongue skittering from her joy button to her sopping hole, working frantically to give his dream girl the utmost pleasure.
She tightened her legs around his neck and hunched her cunt at his mouth, and he held onto her thighs as her ass lifted from the couch and went round and round in vigorous circles. The taste of her pussy turned him into a madman. His tongue wormed deep into the bubbling depths of her tight love tunnel, and the spongy channel flexed around his tongue. He sucked her succulent hole as if his very life depended on it, then his tongue slid back up to flog her clit furiously.
She held his head in her crotch until her orgasm ebbed, then spread her legs wide and pushed his head down. His nose rubbed her clit, bored into her sodden hole and her cunt left a trail of warm juice across his forehead as she pushed him onto his back. She slid off the couch and fell forward and stretched out on top of him, and his rigid club lay along the crack of her ass.
"Your cock got hard all by itself," she chuckled softly. She wiggled her ass up and down to keep him excited and held his head with both hands, caressed his cheeks and kissed him passionately. "The way you licked me was super, Billy," she murmured against his lips. "No one has ever eaten my pussy so well." A little white lie in the heat of passion never hurt a young man's ego. "I came so hard, and now I'm going to fuck you."
He hoped she would stay on top so he could play with her awesome tits while they fucked. She got on her hands and knees over him and he pawed at her dangling tits, his prick throbbing rigorously, the need to cum nearly overwhelming him.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"Umrnm," Gretchen murmured. She pressed her tits into Billy's kneading fingers and squirmed her ass against his prick, stared into his glazed eyes, saw his desperate need and said softly, "Do you want me to ride your cock?" She knew the answer before she asked the question. "Will you play with my tits while I fuck you?" Another superfluous question.
"God, yes," Billy exclaimed, answering both questions at once.
She sat on his thighs, and his long, thick rod stuck up in front of her belly. She ran her palm up and down the shaft, pressed the hot flesh against the silky skin of her belly, and he groaned out loud and grabbed her tits.
"Such a magnificent cock," she cooed. "It's going to feel so good stretching my pussy. I'm going to fuck you so good, Billy, better than you've ever been fucked, and make you cum real hard. Will you give me your best shot, give me a big load and fill my pussy full of your hot cream?"
"God, yes," he exclaimed again, clinging to her tits as if they were mental life jackets, his brain so befuddled he couldn't think of anything else to say.
She chuckled and lifted her ass high, held his shaft upright with one hand, murmured, "Ummm, I want this deep in my belly, baby, want to feel it throb inside me."
"God, Gretchen," he groaned.
She aligned her cunt over the end of his prick, then eased down slowly, watching the ecstatic look on his face as her magic box swallowed him whole. She didn't have to worry about lubrication. Her pussy was wet enough to drown a fish.
"Aaahhh," he groaned, his mind awhirl, his prick sliding into her pussy effortlessly. His outstanding, provocative dream girl was taking his cock into her cunt! He sank his fingers into the lush flesh of her glorious tits.
She squirmed her ass and ground her hairy nether mouth into his groin, taking the time to revel, to bask in the marvel of his stout cock penetrating her, stretching her cunt so gloriously. She pressed her belly midway between her crotch and bellybutton and whispered, "The head of your cock is right here. I can feel it throbbing." She rocked her hips. "It feels so good! Do you like to fuck, Billy? I do!"
"God, yes," he moaned.
"Do you like for me to fuck you?"
"Aaahhh," he groaned, finally able to change his tune. He had no idea why such a stunning, irresistible girl had chosen him to fuck, but he wasn't about to question his karma. "You're wonderful! Your cunt is fantastic!"
She was convinced he hadn't fucked very much. To prove her point, she said, "Has a girl ever got on top and fucked you, Billy?"
"Nooo," he blurted. His mind wasn't functioning well enough for him to think about telling her a lie, and the word popped out before he could stop it.
"I'll sit very still, Billy, so you can calm down a little. Fucking is more fun when you make it last. Open your eyes and look at me. You can play with my tits, but don't get carried away. Okay? There, that's better. Am I the first girl you've fucked?"
He gulped and loosened his grip on her tits. "No," he said, staring into her beautiful blue eyes.
"I won't ask you how many, it doesn't matter. It's just a girl--likes to know when she gets a virgin. You haven't fucked very much, though, have you?"
"No."
"Mostly hand jobs, huh?"
He now had his emotions under control. He liked having her sit on top of him with his cock buried to the hilt in her marvelous cunt, and playing with her tits didn't make him lose his mind. "Yeah," he grinned, "I'm kind of a klutz around girls. Especially pretty ones, and you're just about the prettiest, sexist girl I've ever seen."
"Why, thank you, Billy." She smiled brightly. "What a nice thing to say. You're a pretty handsome guy. Being a klutz around girls isn't a fatal disease. You just need more self-confidence."
"I'm always afraid I won't do the right things, or do them right when I get the chance," he said.
"Well, you must have eaten pussy before. You didn't have any trouble finding my clit."
"It's so big, I couldn't miss it," he laughed.
She flexed her cunt muscles and squirmed her ass gently. "You say the nicest things, Billy. Would you like for me to teach you how to have the girls eating out of your hand?" She giggled. "Or, have them spreading their legs for you, right?"
"Right! I'd love it, Gretchen. Why would you do that for me?"
"Because you're a nice guy with a wonderful cock. Your tongue isn't bad, either. If I'm going to teach you, we'll have to fuck a lot." Her eyes twinkled with playful mischief. "Is that all right with you?"
"God, yes!"
She had a pretty good idea what he was thinking. It thrilled her to fuck an inexperienced, handsome guy with such a super cock, to have his powerful love lance filling her pussy. "You're young, so full of piss and vinegar, you can probably fuck all night. Maybe you'd like to fuck me from the rear after a while."
He offered up a silent prayer for the strength of Samson before he got his hair cut. "I'll do anything you say," he assured her.
"Aaahhh, baby, you've got such a lovely cock."
"Cocks aren't lovely," he muttered, "pussies are. Your pussy is fantastic!"
"Yes, some pussies are pretty. Not all cocks are lovely, but yours is absolutely gorgeous. I like to look at it, to play with it, to suck it, to fuck it." She flexed the muscles throughout her cunt, caressing his cock lovingly. "Do you like that?"
He had finally managed to get his emotions under control. "Love it," he said. "How do you know that pussies are pretty?"
"The same way you know that some cocks aren't lovely," she teased. "Lick my nipples, baby."
He ran his tongue over her bloated nipples, sucked and gently nipped each one in turn. "So tasty," he said.
"Ummm, your tongue feels good on my tits." She arched her back and pushed her tits at him and continued to flex her cunt muscles vigorously. "Have you ever had two girls at the same time?"
"No," he muttered between licks.
"Do you ever fantasize about watching two girls lick each other's pussies?"
"Yeah, I think that would be cool."
"Does your cock get hard when you think about it?"
"Oh, yeah," he muttered.
"Do you jack off when you think about it and your cock gets hard?"
He blushed. "Yeah, sometimes." He avoided looking at her and continued to lick her tits.
"Would you like to have two girls fuck you at the same time?"
He nodded vigorously without missing a lick on her nipples.
"Michelle--likes young guys with strong, hard cocks. Maybe she and I will come over one night next week and double fuck you. Would you like that?"
He stopped licking her nipples and stared at her with bright eyes. "Really, you'd really do that?"
"Of course, baby," she assured him. "I don't tease." She wiggled her ass as she squeezed his rampant rod in her love tunnel. "Ever been fucked this way, without all the wild movement?"
"No," he muttered. "Can you cum this way?"
"Oh, baby, I can cum just about any way you can imagine," she whispered breathlessly. She increased the action of her cunt muscles and cried, "Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum right now, a really good one!"
"Oh, yeah," he said.
She sat perfectly still, flexing her cunt as an orgasmic quake shook her body. It passed after a moment, but her emotions remained near the peak. "Enough talk," she said. "I've got to fuck." She leaned over him and raised and dropped her ass, fucking him slowly, riding the full length of his staff. "Tell me how my cunt feels," she whispered.
"Hot and slick," he groaned as his fingers went to work on her tits again, "wet and so fucking tight!"
"Better than a fist, isn't it?" She contracted her cunt muscles around his cock shaft, pulsing and relaxing on his hard meat. "Can you feel it when I do that?"
"Dynamite," he grunted.
Her sweltering love tunnel caressed his cock, and he had never felt anything so smashing. He ran his hands over the lush curvature of her hips, up her sides, then under her body, fondled the gorgeous tits dangling under her chest and pinched her erect nipples, captivated by the fat tips.
She put one nipple to his lips. "Chew on my nipples," she whispered hotly, "but not too hard."
With rapture in his heart and fire in his dick, he held her tit with both hands and licked and sucked and nibbled avidly.
She kept her sheath tight, holding his prick in the velvet vise of her cunt as she humped her ass up and down, fucking him a little faster as she built toward her climax. "I'm going to cum now, Billy," she whispered. "Then I'll cum again when you get off. A good shot of cum always makes me cum. I want you to fill my pussy full, Billy. Give me a really hard shot."
He ate her tits with more enthusiasm, alternating between the generous globes, drawing the fat buds into his mouth and tonguing them, running his hands over the velvety, supple flesh.
"I'm cumming, Billy," she screamed.
Her ass whipped up and down and her cunt muscles flexed aggressively as she fucked herself on his hard love spear as hard as she could. Through the erotic mist clouding her mind, she felt his prick swell, her ass moved faster, and she came harder.
He didn't want to cum yet, wanted to continue to fuck his luscious dream girl all night, but his body was telling him something entirely different. The pressure behind his cock swelled like a balloon overfilled with water, and he was going to cum, no matter what he wanted.
His hot cum spurted into her, hit the mouth of her womb, and she screamed louder and came harder. His dick felt like a mighty pump working beyond its capacity as he thrust his hips up, fucking with her, and in his excitement, bit her nipple a little too hard.
"Aaawww!" she howled. The pain from his bite mixed with the pleasure from his cock to drive her emotions higher still and she soared into outer space, beyond the pinnacle of passion, into the black abyss of heavenly delight.
Again and again, his cock exploded and shot spurt after powerful spurt of boiling jism into her depths as he slammed into with enough force to knock her lively cunt right off his rigid pole.
A patina of sweat made her body glisten. Her ass bucked up and down faster and faster.. .then suddenly stopped with his prick shoved in her spastic channel to the hilt. She scrubbed her crotch around in his pubic hair and flexed her cunt muscles as hard as she could, milking his cock, taking all he could give her, shuddering with orgasmic convulsions, then fell forward, spent, her tits nearly smothering him.
He clung to her shapely ass cheeks and fucked his prick into her pussy until he couldn't lift his ass off the floor, then he embraced her tenderly, holding her lush body to his.
She lifted her head and gazed into his eyes. "That, my virile young stud, was a fantastic fuck. As soon as I catch my breath, I'm going to suck your cock until it's hard again."
"And then?" he asked eagerly.
"Then we're going to spend the night fucking ourselves silly, baby!"
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Gretchen didn't expect the big motor home to stop, but she stuck up her thumb anyway. And it hissed to a stop a few yards past her. She picked up her small backpack and the door opened, the step automatically extended, and a blonde head poked out.
"Come on, honey," the woman said, "some idiot will run into us if we stay here too long."
Gretchen trotted to the door, put her foot on the step, and looked up, right into the biggest bosom she'd ever seen. The woman held the door and turned sideways, and there was no way Gretchen could get past those gargantuan tits without touching them. She moved forward slightly, the woman grinned and winked, so she went on in, leaving the huge tits pitching and swaying behind her.
The woman closed the door, and the scrawny man behind the wheel pulled carefully into the traffic and gained speed.
"I just fixed myself a gin and tonic," the woman said. "Want one?"
"Yeah, that sounds pretty good," Gretchen replied.
She didn't care that it was before noon. Besides, she thought she ought to be sociable, or the woman might throw her back on the road. She was certainly big enough. Her white shorts barely covered her buttocks and looked as if they had been spray-painted on, and she was barefoot. She was wearing a man's white shirt with the tails tied around her waist, with most of the buttons open, and her big bare tits played peek-a-boo every time she moved.
"Nothing like a little pick-me-up on a hot day," the woman said. "I'm Margo Wheatley, and that's Harvey, my husband, behind the wheel."
"I'm Gretchen Foster."
"Well, Gretchen, dump your pack wherever and have a seat."
Gretchen couldn't tell much about him, but he didn't look like he and Margo went together. She guessed they were both in their mid-forties, but Margo was over six feet tall, and Harvey appeared to be at least a head shorter, with thinning brown hair and nondescript looks. Maybe he had something going for him that didn't show.
"Hello, Harvey," Gretchen said. "Thanks for stopping for me."
"Hello, Gretchen," Harvey laughed. "I had to stop, or Margo would have beat me up."
"He's just kidding, honey," Margo said.
Gretchen sat in a captain's chair right behind Harvey's seat and stretched her legs out. "I like your accent," she said.
"I guess I'll never get rid of it," Margo replied. "Harvey says I'll always be a brassy blonde bombshell from Berlin. That's where we met, when he was in the army. Where are you going?"
"West," Gretchen said.
"Now, isn't that a coincidence? So are we. Can't do much else, since the road goes that direction. You running away from home?"
"I'm not that young," Gretchen laughed.
Margo gave Gretchen a tall, frosty glass and sat in a captain's chair across from her. "Wives run away from home, too," she said. "I don't see any rings, but you could have taken them off."
"I'm not married," Gretchen said. "Never have been." She took a sip of the drink. "Hmmm, that's good. Never had a gin and tonic."
"You're too young," Margo laughed. "It's an old fogey drink. But if you wait long enough, everything comes back in style. Folks are even drinking martinis again. How far west are you going?"
"I'll know when I get there," Gretchen said. "On the weekends, I like to get away from the city, from my job, from my apartment, from everybody I know, and just go where the road takes me. I could drive, but that's boring, and I wouldn't meet so many interesting people."
"Be careful, honey," Margo said, "there are some real perverts running around loose. Lately, I think there are more of them than there are of us."
"I'm always very careful," Gretchen replied. "I have a good feel for people, and before I get in a car, I can usually tell if they're what I'm looking for."
Gretchen opened her legs so Margo could see between them and stared openly at Margo's big tits. Margo smiled astutely and stared just as openly at Gretchen's bush, most of which, as usual, was showing around the next-to-nothing crotch of her extremely short denim shorts. Their heated gazes crossed at midpoint, and they instantly recognized each other as kindred spirits.
Gretchen said, "When you go swimming, you don't have to worry about sinking, do you?"
"Built-in flotation devices," Margo chuckled, pulling her shirt open. "They are pretty big. If I wore a bra, I'd take a 44F, but I haven't cinched them up in years. I like them free, like my spirit, and Harvey--likes them available so he can suck on them whenever he wants. When he stands in front of me, they're level with his mouth. Of course, every time he sucks them, I end up hauling his ashes. My nipples are connected directly to my clit, and I can't help myself."
"I know the feeling," Gretchen chuckled.
"I like that expression," Margo said, "hauling a guy's ashes. I always feel so good after I haul a guy's ashes." She stared at Gretchen's crotch, then let her eyes drift slowly upward. "Harvey--likes to watch me go down on a girl. Will you let me eat your pussy while he watches?"
Gretchen knew that Margo was going to make a move on her. "Sure," she replied quickly, easily. "I feel pretty good too when I get my ashes hauled."
"Undress and sit on the dashboard in front of my chair so Harvey can watch without stopping."
Gretchen kicked off her black sneakers and stood and looked at the broad, sloping dashboard as she unfastened her shorts and let them fall. "Well, I guess that will work."
"Oh, I know it will," Margo said, "I've done it lots of times."
Gretchen stripped her black T-shirt over her head, went between the chairs and leaned her ass on the dashboard.
Harvey glanced at Gretchen and whistled softly. "You're gorgeous, Gretchen."
"Thank you," Gretchen said, leaning back on her hands and pushing her chest up and out, proudly displaying her tits. Until that moment, she was sort of going through the motions, expecting to get fully turned on when Margo started licking her pussy, but suddenly, the uniqueness of the situation hit her, and she felt juice leak into her pussy. "But I'm afraid I can't compete with your wife, the way she's built."
"Few girls can," Harvey laughed. "She's one in a million."
Margo undressed and moved around and sat in what she called the navigator's chair.
Gretchen put her feet on Margo's chair and said, "He won't get distracted and wreck us, will he?"
"He never has," Margo replied. She pushed Gretchen's knees apart and stared through passion-filled eyes at her voluptuous body-her shapely, well-rounded thighs that ended at the fertile valley, the bush of blonde hair covering her pussy mound, the cute little bellybutton, the sexy slope of her big, firm tits. "So beautiful, so sexy," she whispered, sliding her hands up and fondling Gretchen's enticing tit mounds. "Your big fat nipples are the just the kind I like to suck."
Gretchen's nipples grew steadily harder and longer and thicker. "Your tits are beautiful, too," she husked, her voice quaking with excitement.
"Your whole body is beautiful, and so very sexy."
Margo leaned in and licked Gretchen's slit daintily. "Have you ever had an orgasm while standing on your head?"
Gretchen sighed and shook head slowly. "No, but it sounds incredible."
"Oh, it is," Margo said with a hearty laugh. "Last week, we did a threesome with another girl. Harvey stood me on my head in a corner, with my head on a little cushion and my feet against the wall and my legs spread, and sucked me off." She licked Gretchen's slit again. "Helen, the other girl, sat in front of me with her pussy in my face and I licked her pussy while she sucked his cock. All the blood drains into your head, you know, and it's just fantastic when you cum. I got so weak, I almost passed out, and Harvey had to put his arms around me to hold me up until I stopped cumming." She licked Gretchen's pussy twice, very slowly, from bottom to top.
"Sounds fantastic," Gretchen breathed. She didn't have to worry about getting turned on. She was already well on her way up the golden stairs. "You and Harvey must have lots of fun."
"We like to experiment," Margo said. "If you'll stay with us all weekend, we'll show you some of the things we do."
"You've got yourself a deal," Gretchen said.
"Do you like the taste of cum?"
"I love it," Gretchen replied.
"Harvey goes bonkers when two girls suck him at the same time. His cock gets so hard, he can't close his eyes and he can fuck for hours."
"Sounds like my kind of guy," Gretchen chuckled, then gasped softly when Margo licked her slit again. "God, this all is wild, sitting naked like this, tooling down the road in a motor home, listening to you tell bawdy stories while you lick my pussy."
Margo giggled. "Don't you just love it?" She looked at Gretchen's thick pussy lips peeking through her blonde bush. Droplets of sex dew clung to the hair over her long slit, and her big clit was standing all the way out of its hood.
"Now that's a clit," Margo said. "But it figures, long thick nipples, long thick clit." She put her hands under her humongous tits and hefted them. "See, my nipples are smaller, and so is my clit."
"I had never made such a connection," Gretchen said, fighting for control of her emotions. "You must have seen a lot of clits and nipples to compare."
"Enough," Margo confirmed. "Your nipples and your clit are very sensitive, aren't they?"
"Oh, baby, don't you know it," Gretchen exclaimed softly. She leaned forward and stuck out her tongue.
Margo opened the glove box and took out a long slender vibrator, turned it on and handed it to Gretchen. "Put this in your pussy, fuck yourself while Harvey and I watch."
"God, woman," Gretchen exclaimed, "do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"
"She knows exactly what she's doing," Harvey laughed, glancing quickly at Gretchen. "When she wants to, she can be a real tease."
Gretchen stared at Margo as she slowly stuck the vibrator up her cunt and fucked it in and out. The plastic prick was no thicker than a man's finger, but it was enough. Her pussy was so wet, it squished. She squeezed her muscles around the slender tube of plastic and shivered.
"Your pussy is so wet," Margo murmured. "I know it's going to taste good."
"Then hurry up," Gretchen blurted with a harsh expulsion of breath, "you're driving me crazy."
"Patience, dear," Margo said, "let the tension build. Leave the vibrator in your pussy and play with your tits. Make your nipples get really hard."
"Oh, God, baby," Gretchen wailed, "I'll cum if I do that! My nipples are so sensitive."
"Hold it back, darling. Make yourself wait."
"Oh, Jesus, I'll try!"
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Gretchen forgot that Harvey was sitting only a few feet away, his eyes shifting back and forth between her and the road. Her world was clouded with eroticism and consisted of Margo and her. She shoved the vibrator all the way up her cunt and put her hands on her tits and pulled and pinched her long, thick nipples, and to her astonisliment, they did get bigger.
She had never been turned on so much in her life. The effect this was having on her flabbergasted her. No one had ever made her tease herself this way and wait so long to get off.
"Push your tits up," Margo said. "Stick out your tongue and lick your nipples."
Gretchen moaned out loud with desperation. She slid her hands under her big tits, lifted the mounds and curled her tongue down, and the tip went from nipple to nipple, grazing over her stiff tit buds. Her hips undulated and twisted, and she was absolutely certain that she was going to cum, whether or not she wanted to.
"Oh, God, Margo, please," she begged, "I'm going to cum! I can't stop it! It's getting away from me!"
"Okay, darling, you can stop. Take the vibrator out of your pussy and give it to me."
Quickly, Gretchen yanked the vibrator out of her snatch and handed it to Margo. Margo passed the tool under her nose and inhaled deeply, then licked it, and it buzzed like mad, vibrating against her tongue.
As her passions ebbed and her breathing gradually returned to something resembling normal, Gretchen watched Margo lick her pussy sauce from the buzzing vibrator with slow movements of her tongue. "You are really something else," she said. "You've got me so turned on, I can hardly stand it."
"Then it's time for you to cum, darling." Margo rubbed her palms over the inside of Gretchen's thighs and licked her lips and murmured, "like expensive satin."
Gretchen's eyes gleamed with yearning as she smoothed Margo's hair back and whispered, "You look so beautiful down there. Knowing that you're going to lick my pussy gives me the shivers."
Margo left her hands at the junction of Gretchen's crotch and leaned forward to kiss her pussy lightly. She withdrew a couple of millimeters, stuck out her tongue and leaned forward again, just until the tip of her tongue touched the fleshy pussy lips, then very, very slowly, her touch as light as a feather, her tongue went from one end of Gretchen's slit to the other, then back again.
"Ummmmmm," Gretchen breathed, staring down Margo's long tongue as it teased her pussy. "Almost tickles, feels good, though. I must have an oral fixation. I dearly love to have my pussy licked and having my mouth full of hard cock makes me wild."
"Your bush is like gossamer and so luxuriant. Show me some pink."
Gretchen watched Margo's face as she used all ten fingers to open the full length of her hairy crack. Margo's tongue fascinated her. It flicked in and out of her mouth, keeping it heavily covered with saliva, then the tip touched her clit, and goose bumps sprang up all over body.
"Oh, baby," Margo whispered, "I love your outstanding clit."
"Yeah, and it's really standing out," Gretchen giggled.
"It's bigger than most I've had the pleasure of licking. I've seen only one other than might come close to yours, and she had soft little tits with huge nipples."
Margo lowered her head and licked lovingly, loving the way Gretchen cried out when she ran her long tongue along her hot slit. She put her arms under Gretchen's legs and her hands behind her ass and covered the hood and clitoris with soft lips and licked the splendid love stud, her tongue going lickety-split. Gretchen's ass began squirming and twisting, and Margo had to hold on very tight to keep her from bouncing off the dashboard.
Gretchen had to struggle just as hard to keep her legs apart and hold her pussy open. Her eyes fluttered rapidly as her passion built, she lost the battle moments before her agitation hit the peak and gave in to the lustful whirlwind that came roaring out of her cunt, communicating her wanton exhilaration boisterously, bucking tumultuously.
Margo's tongue slowed, slithered up and down Gretchen's slit, she tested the sensitivity of the young blonde's sexual mouth with the tip of her tongue, gave the succulent crack a kiss, then stood and pressed her tits into Gretchen's.
"The way you cum is a real ego boost, darling," she said. "When some girls cum, all they do is breathe faster and shiver a little. I'm pretty noisy when I cum, and so are you. You don't leave any doubt about how much you like sex. I love it."
Gretchen giggled softly. "As much as I love it, do you think? I had my first experience with another girl only a couple weeks ago. I thought it was great when a guy licks my pussy, but a girl does it so much better. I don't always cum when a guy licks me, but when a girl licks me, I feel like I don't have any choice but to cum. I hope I lick you the way you like."
"You can't do it wrong with her," Harvey laughed. "She's been licked by some pretty inept people, and she still cums her head off. I think she'd rather cum on a tongue than on a cock."
Margo stuck her tongue out at him, then giggled. "Some of us just like to cum."
"Don't take this wrong, but I think I prefer to fuck older people," Gretchen said.
"That's a compliment, darling, not a put-down. If you had said old people, that would be different."
"All too often, I have to tell guys what to do. All they want to do is stick their cocks in your mouth or pussy and cum."
"Young men go through that phase, darling," Margo said. "Unfortunately, some of them never grow out of it." She pulled Gretchen onto her lap and sucked her fat nipples and fondled her superb tits. "You feel so good in my arms, and you're so sexy and so beautiful."
Margo dropped one hand to her crotch, fingered her own sopping pussy and smeared the juice all over Gretchen's lips, then licked it off. She stuck her finger up her cunt, then put it in the sexy blonde's mouth.
Gretchen closed her eyes and savored the taste. "I want to eat you," she said.
"Surely, you don't expect me to tell you no," Margo teased. "Be warned, though, my pussy might explode in your mouth."
"I'll take the chance. Put your feet on the dashboard, there's enough room for me in front of your seat, and Harvey can watch me."
Gretchen slid off Margo's lap and knelt in front of her and kissed her amorously. She kissed one of Margo's nipples, held it tenderly between her teeth and flicked her tongue over the tip, then moved to the other nipple. Margo cooed and muttered to herself as Gretchen went lower, stuck her tongue in Margo's belly-button and followed it with her lips, then withdrew her tongue and sucked gently on the dainty, sensitive hollow.
Gretchen licked Margo's lower belly, and into her crotch, ran the tip of her nose through the nest of thick blonde hair, peeled the lips of her pussy open and licked her juicy slit with gusto.
"You've been with more than one girl," Margo muttered.
Gretchen lifted her head and said, "Yeah, and I learn quickly. Licking your sweet pussy inspires me."
Margo was in heaven as Gretchen slowly ran her tongue along the soft folds of her pussy, and when Gretchen wrapped her lips around her clit, her ass shot up off the seat and she cried out so loud, she surprised herself. She came and her juice gushed out of her pussy.
Gretchen licked up every drop. She lifted her head, smacked her lips and smiled. "Ummm-mmm, good to the last drop. I'm glad to know that I'm not the only one who's a jack rabbit."
"Oh, darling, I love to cum," Margo said softly, "and eating your pussy really turned me on."
Gretchen's head went back between Margo's thighs. She ran her tongue over her own red lips, then along the puffy lips of the blonde's pussy, slurping and tonguing the fleshy groove, mixing her saliva with the juice oozing from Margo's lower mouth. She dipped her tongue between the bloated, gaping lips, and Margo moaned loudly and her lovely legs trembled with anticipation.
Margo hunched her cunt up, and Gretchen pressed her lips against the plush pussy lips and thrust her tongue into Margo's sultry love passage, stabbing the sodden hole again and again, bringing forth a greater deluge of sexual nectar, lapping and sucking with distinct gusto and guzzling the appetizing secretions.
She licked along the outside of the sumptuous pussy lips, then probed between the slippery labia and flicked her tongue over Margo's joy button. Margo gasped louder and her body quivered and pitched and rolled frantically. Gretchen put her arms under Margo's legs, curled them over, put her hands on the woman's stomach and pinned her ass to the seat and made thorough oral love to her adorable pussy.
Margo wrapped her legs around Gretchen's neck and slammed her cunt into the young blonde's mouth, pushing her head into the back of the seat and arching her back into a rigid arc. Her legs trembled harder, her heels beat a tattoo on Gretchen's back, and her moans became wails as Gretchen's loving licks on her clit provoked an endless torrent of nerve-tingling feelings in her pussy.
The multitude of mind-bending orgasms left Margo weak and trembling all over. Her feet fell to the floor with a soft thud and she pushed at Gretchen's head, desperate to get the girl's tongue away from her overly stimulated clit. "Oh, Gretchen, please," she moaned, "you're killing me!"
Gretchen straightened up and laughed. "Well, you said that you love to cum."
"You're as diabolical as my wife," Harvey laughed. "You two had better get out of here so I can concentrate on driving."
Margo laughed with gaiety and took Gretchen's hand and led her to a couch in the middle of the motor home. "Would you like to see some of my toys?"
"Sure," Gretchen said, "I like toys, and it will give us something to do without wearing out our tongues."
Margo went back to the bedroom and came back with a box of toys, set it on the couch and took out a strap-on dildo. "This is my favorite," she said. "Have you ever used one?"
"Yeah, once," Gretchen replied, "just a few nights ago." She took the dildo and harness and looked it over. "Oh, this one has a cock on both sides, one for the fucker and one for the fuckee. That's neat." She caressed the fake cock and grinned. "It even feels almost like a real cock, with all the veins and ridges and a nicely shaped head. I like a cock with a big head."
"Then you'll like Harvey's cock," Margo said, "that's the same size."
"The head, you mean?"
"No," Margo said, "the whole thing."
"You're kidding!"
"Nope," Margo laughed. "I tease him that he didn't get any taller because half of his growth went into his cock."
"Now, I know why you smile so much," Gretchen said.
"Put it on and fuck me with it."
"Yeah, that sounds like a super idea," Gretchen laughed. "Until the other night, when my girlfriend introduced me to one of these, I didn't know how much fun fucking another girl could be."
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Margo gave Gretchen a tube of lubricant, and she greased up both dicks, eased the smaller one into her cunt and strapped on the harness.
"I look pretty sexy with a dick," Gretchen chuckled.
"Yeah," Margo breathed, "you look damn sexy with those big gorgeous tits up above and that splendid prick down below. Come on, put it in me and give me a good fuck!"
Margo lay back and put her feet on the edge of the couch and let her knees fall to the sides. Gretchen stepped up to her and wiggled the tip of the fake cock up and down her long slit, then pushed it into her saturated hole.
Margo sucked in her breath and whimpered, "Aaahhh," as the knob of the tool rolled her pussy lips in as it slid into her steamy hole.
"Boy, I bet Harvey loves your tight cunt," Gretchen said softly.
"He isn't the only one," Margo said. "I surprise all the guys who fuck me. They can't believe that a big broad like me can have such a tight cunt."
"The size of the package doesn't always have anything to do with the size of the contents," Gretchen chuckled. "I'm going to fuck you now, darling, fuck you until you cum so much, you lose your mind. That's what you want me to do, isn't it?"
"Oh, God, yes," Margo wailed, "fuck me good! I love to fuck and cum on a hard cock, baby! Give me all of your gorgeous cock, make me cum good!"
Both women experienced a lascivious, penetrating surge of emotion as Gretchen slipped about half of the sex toy into Margo's greedy snatch, and in her excitement, Margo clutched the pliant poker with her lusty cunt muscles.
"Your cunt is real slick, baby," Gretchen said, "but you have to relax so I can get the rest of my cock in you. If you do that to a guy, you'll tear the skin off his cock."
Margo relaxed a tad and chuckled. "Harvey tells me the same thing, but I can't help it. I get so excited when anything is stuck in my cunt." She chuckled again and relaxed her muscles a little more. "There, now give me the rest of it!"
Gretchen slid the remainder of the slick pole into Margo's cunt and banged the tip hard against the mouth of her womb, and Margo yelped with ecstasy. Having a cock, even a fake one, gave Gretchen a feeling of omnipotence. She pounded Margo's twat hard and fast, and Margo bounced and squealed, a primordial sound of visceral fulfillment.
For a few minutes, Gretchen punched her cock into Margo with short strokes, then withdrew and fucked back into the eager cunt in long, pile-driving strokes, the force of her lunges lifting Margo's ass off the couch. She grabbed Margo's legs and locked them in her armpits and fucked her tenaciously. Watching her cock glide in and out of Margo's snug sex sheath turned her on even more.
"Fabulous, darling, fabulous," Margo gasped, bucking up to meet Gretchen's lunges, "you're fucking me so wonderfully with your big cock!" When the cock was all the way in, she twisted her ass from side to side. "I love it when the head hits my womb, darling. Keep doing that!"
As Gretchen fucked her cock deliberately, relentlessly, into Margo's fat-lipped cunt, she leaned over and licked Margo's nipples.
Margo inhaled sharply and muttered, "Oooooo, your cock feels so good, darling."
Gretchen continued the classic back and forth fucking motions and rotated her ass, and the dildo corkscrewed in dynamic, cunt-stretching circles.
"Ah, ah, ahhhhhhh," Margo bawled as the fake cock drove into her spastic love tunnel. A filmy sheen of sweat covered her body and passion juice flooded her soggy hole, making her channel slicker, easing the way for the plundering tool.
Gretchen pounded the big horny blonde's cunt and sucked and bit Margo's nipples and moaned with sympathetic arousal. Her tits swayed as she lunged into Margo, and Margo's tits jiggled as she bucked up and down, matching Gretchen stroke for stroke.
When she fucked Michelle with a dildo, Gretchen hadn't fully understood the gratification of having a big cock and being able to shove it into a hot cunt. Now, she did, and fucking Margo was an unbelievable thrill, and she hammered the big blonde with hard thrusts, forcing the bulbous end into the depths of her love tunnel
"Oh, God, Gretchen, you really know how to fuck," Margo wailed. "You're getting me so good, and I'm going to cum, darling!"
Harvey pulled into a rest stop, parked away from the other vehicles, and undressed as he walked toward the girls. He lubed his dick with the same lubricant Gretchen used on the dildo, then whacked it moderately fast to bring it to full erection.
As Margo's orgasm wracked her body, pulling every ounce of divine bliss from her, Gretchen unleashed a torrent of hip-thrusting activity, and the fiery friction generated by the dildo in her own cunt and harness on her touchy clit brought her off immediately.
"I'm cumming, darling," Gretchen wailed, "I'm fucking your cunt and cumming with you!"
Gretchen bulldozed her cock all way into Margo's cunt and worked her crotch up and down, agitating Margo's clit with the front of the harness and her own clit with the back of it.
Margo cupped one of Gretchen's large tits in her right hand and put her left hand behind the blonde's head. She pulled Gretchen's head down, plastered their mouths together, and ran her tongue down Gretchen's throat as Harvey stepped up behind the young blonde. He held his cock in one hand, pulled Gretchen's ass cheeks apart with the other and put the end of his cock against her ass-hole. Lost in her own orgasm, Gretchen didn't know that the motor home had stopped, let alone that Harvey was getting ready to plunder her ass-hole.
Harvey pressed, and Gretchen's tense back door opened slightly to admit a fraction of his slippery knob. He gripped her hips with both hands and pressed again, and Gretchen groaned into Margo's mouth and shook her ass gently. He kept the pressure on and bored his cock into her anal cavern without hesitation, and Gretchen jerked forward, burying all of the dildo in Margo's cunt, banging the head against her womb.
Gretchen threw her head back and muttered, "Oh, fuck!"
Margo looked at Gretchen and said, "What?"
"Your husband's got his cock up my ass," Gretchen whimpered.
Margo saw her husband's face peering over the young blonde's shoulder and laughed. "Bang her again, honey, I like the way her cock goes so deep when you do."
Harvey clung to Gretchen's lush hips and lunged into her again, and Gretchen gave the bottom of Margo's cunt another tit shaking blow.
Margo fondled Gretchen's tits and said, "Are you okay?"
"No," Gretchen breathed, "I'm wonderful! With his big cock up my ass and the dildo up my cunt, I feel as stuffed as a sausage!"
"Stuffed with a sausage is more like it," Margo giggled.
Harvey grunted, "God, her ass is tight!"
"She--likes it," Margo said. "See how she pushes back at you?"
"Damn straight, I like it," Gretchen giggled. She wiggled her ass and shoved it back. "Come on, Harvey, fuck my ass good."
The constriction around Harvey's cock eased as he slid it gently in and out of Gretchen's ass-hole, but it quickly became apparent that he couldn't fuck her ass very good, no matter how much she wanted it. When she tried to fuck Margo, his cock held her captive, and when he tried to fuck her, she couldn't fuck Margo.
"Let me do the fucking, baby," Gretchen whispered. "You make sure your cock doesn't slip out of my ass, and I'll take care of the rest."
Harvey pulled back a little and Gretchen started fucking Margo. He caught the cadence and held his cock where it went all the way up her ass when she pulled back and slid out when she stroked into Margo's cunt.
"Oh, damn," Gretchen moaned, "this is a fantastic way to fuck! How do you like fucking my ass, baby?"
"Super, baby, super," he groaned.
"And you're fucking me so well, too," Margo whispered. "Lean over so our nipples touch."
Gretchen leaned on her elbows instead of her hands, lowering her tits to Margo's, and that felt much better, much more stimulating. Margo put her hands on Gretchen's shoulders and gazed into the blonde's passionate eyes as she occasionally lifted her head and kissed Gretchen on the lips.
"Every girl needs a kiss now and then while she's getting fucked in the ass," Margo giggled.
Every time Gretchen shoved the big dildo all the way into Margo's cunt, she twisted her ass and the smaller dildo in her cunt gave her a powerful jolt of joy. She felt an orgasm gathering strength, looked at Margo, and saw that her glazed eyes were showing distinct signs of an impending climax. She thought she also felt Harvey's cock swelling, preparing to fill her anal channel with hot jism.
"I'm just about there, Harvey," Gretchen wailed. "Let me feel your cum shooting into me when I cum!"
Harvey groaned loudly, from deep within his chest, as he fucked the little blonde's ass, burying his prick to the hilt with each forward lunge. She wiggled and jerked as much as she could, moaning and muttering with delight, encouraging him to give her everything he had.
Margo suddenly started humping wildly, and Gretchen wiggled furiously between Harvey and his wife as her own orgasm started, her wails blending with Margo's into an erotic chorus. She jerked so spasmodically, she lost her rhythm, shoved the fake prick all the way into Margo and held it there.
Harvey took over and fucked Gretchen's ass with short, rapid thrusts, driving his cock all the way into her and driving the dildo all the way into his wife's cunt.
Margo screamed, grabbed Gretchen's head, pulled it down and plastered their lips together, cutting off their screams of rapture.
Harvey roared loud enough for all of them and kept his crotch tight to Gretchen's buttocks as his cock erupted with explosive force and hot cum boiled up her rear passage.
They writhed and bucked, draining each other, then Gretchen gave Margo one last tip-to-root thrust, then lay down on top of her and Harvey lay on Gretchen's back with his cock still buried in her ass. Gretchen squirmed against Margo, rubbing their tits together and kissing her hotly, and Margo wrapped her arms around both Gretchen and Harvey and held them close.
"Damn, that was a fabulous fuck," Gretchen said softly.
"Just the first of many, honey," Margo said.
Gretchen flexed her sphincter. "Your cock feels so good in my ass, Harvey."
Her ass-hole felt like an iron ring around his cock. "Fucking your ass was wonderful, honey," he said, giving her a kiss on the back of the neck.
"Harvey, why don't you get us back on the road, baby? The sooner we get to the campground, the sooner we can have some more fun."
"You always make a persuasive argument," Harvey laughed.
He backed away, and Margo took Gretchen with her as she turned and stretched out on the couch. They lay face to face, still locked together at the crotch by the dildos, and dozed while their batteries recharged.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Harvey hooked up the water, sewer and electric lines, then set up the portable gas grill and went inside to get the steaks.
Gretchen was on her hands and knees in the middle of the floor and Margo was on her back, wiggling under Gretchen.
"The steaks will take about sixteen minutes," Harvey said.
"We'll be through by then," Margo said.
Margo pulled Gretchen's head down and kissed her lips tenderly, then slid further under her, paused to lick her bloated, fat nipples, scooted forward until her face was under the young blonde's hairy slit, wrapped her arms around Gretchen's hips and lifted her head.
Gretchen slid her hands under Margo's ass and lowered her head, and they licked clit tumultuously. Margo came at once, and Gretchen followed seconds later, then rested her head on Margo's thigh and sighed.
"God, that was fabulous," Gretchen said.
"Quick, too," Margo laughed.
"Do we have to dress for dinner?"
"Oh, lord, no," Margo said. "Harvey loves to look at naked girls."
Margo scrubbed three potatoes and nuked them in the microwave and Gretchen fixed a big green salad. Harvey brought the steaks in and opened a bottle of red wine, and they chowed down like three people who had expended a lot of energy-which, of course, they had.
Margo and Gretchen cleaned up, then Margo opened a bottle of champagne and they joined Harvey on the couch.
"Champagne makes me horny," Gretchen said.
Margo gave Gretchen a bawdy wink and laughed. "Yeah, me, too. Two or three glasses, and my clit tingles and my nipples get hard, then I get pretty wild."
"You mean wilder," Harvey laughed. "I don't think either of you needs any help getting turned on."
"You always make out pretty well," Margo laughed.
Margo put her hands on Gretchen's shoulders and turned her and leaned forward until their nipples touched, and Gretchen shivered hard as a bolt of lightning shot through her body and came out her pussy.
"Oh, wow," Gretchen whispered, "that makes my toes tingle!"
Margo grinned and wiggled her chest, and her nipples grazed lightly across Gretchen's. "How about your clit?"
Gretchen took a deep breath. "Yeah, it tingles, too."
"I've done it many times," Margo said, "and it still makes me feel the same way." She licked Gretchen's lips, kissed her lightly, then harder.
Gretchen looked into Margo's eyes and said softly, "I like kissing a girl. A girl's lips are much softer than a guy's, and kissing a girl is sort of kinky." She kissed Margo tenderly. "Oh, yeah, when I kiss a guy, my tits aren't pressed against a pair like yours." She hugged Margo and kissed her passionately, with lively lips and lots of tongue action.
Margo broke the kiss and caressed Gretchen's cheeks. "Do you want another glass of champagne, darling?"
Gretchen took a deep breath and tightened her arms around Margo. "No," she said softly, "I want to cum."
"Do you want Harvey to fuck you?"
"Yeah, I want to feel his big cock stretching my cunt. What are you going to do while he's fucking me?"
Margo laughed merrily. "Why, darling, I'll help him!"
Harvey turned Gretchen toward him and kissed her passionately, and she accepted his tongue and responded eagerly.
Margo spread her legs and fingered her slit with a light touch as she watched her husband and the young blonde. Talk about serendipity. Going one-on-one with Harvey was always tremendous fun, but she really liked a threesome with another girl, thought of it as getting the best of both worlds, and playing licentious games with a girl Gretchen's age thrilled her.
When Harvey broke the kiss, Gretchen was breathing fast and looking at him with feverish passion in her eyes.
"You've got fire in your soul," Harvey said.
"In my pussy, too," Gretchen giggled.
Harvey sat Gretchen on Margo's lap and knelt in front of her. "Do you like to jack off?"
Harvey put his hands on Gretchen's knees. "I'm going to get you off, and you're going to love it."
"Believe me, darling, he can make you feel absolutely marvelous," Margo said.
"All he's got to do is touch my pussy," Gretchen said. "I love it with a guy who takes the time to play with me."
Harvey gently pushed Gretchen's knees apart, and she watched his hands raptly as he traced the tips of his fingers lightly over the inside of her thighs. The feathery touch tickled, made her nerves tingle and goose bumps pop up all over her body.
"That tickles," she giggled softly.
Margo put her arms around Gretchen and cupped her tits. "Does it feel good?"
"Wonderful," Gretchen breathed.
Harvey caressed every inch of the soft, lovely skin in Gretchen's crotch, in no hurry to penetrate her, not even with his finger, until he had her nerves on edge.
Gretchen felt the lips of her pussy open spontaneously and her nipples puffed up like swollen fingertips.
Harvey gently spread the lips wider. He firmly believed that a man should never stick his dick in such a pretty pussy until he had thoroughly licked it and got the girl off at least once. He leaned forward, and Gretchen felt his warm breath stir the hair around her slit, then saw his tongue snake out toward her tender flesh.
"Oh, wow," Gretchen whispered, "just your breath feels good on my pussy."
"You'll love the way he licks pussy, darling," Margo said. "He's got the fastest tongue in the west."
Harvey's tongue slithered along Gretchen's slit and fabulous feelings welled up in her. She would do almost anything for a guy who took the time to make love to her pussy.
"Scoot your ass forward," Harvey said, his mouth scant inches from her thick pussy lips. "Feed me your sweet pussy."
He couldn't have said anything more appropriate at the moment. She spread her legs a little wider and scooted her ass forward, presenting her twat to him. Holding her hotly charged slit tenderly between his fingers, he brushed his lips across the lips and licked her slick hole.
"Oh, wow," Gretchen whispered, staring at his tongue as it wiggled in her twat, "that feels so fucking good."
"Hmmm, tasty," Harvey said, "simply delicious."
"You're trying to make me envious," Margo chuckled.
Heavenly sensations invaded Gretchen's body and muddled her mind, and she grabbed Harvey's head and crushed his mouth against her pussy. "Oooh, Harvey, darling, baby," she whimpered, "lick my pussy, baby, I'm going to.. .oh, how good!" Her sex gun fired and her words became a piercing wail, then the wail became a deep-throated scream.
Her lightning-fast response took him by surprise, but he continued to lick her slit and slurp up her savory juice and scour her clit with his lively tongue as she reached the peak of her passion.
Gretchen ooohed and aaahed and cooed and sighed and squirmed happily. "Oh, baby, I love what you're doing to me," she moaned. "Lick my clit, Harvey, lick it good!"
She went from her first orgasm to her second without pause, came for the third time and nearly lost her breath as the shocking sensations rocked her body.
He withdrew his tongue, but kept his mouth on her snatch, nibbling softly as she came back down to earth. She pushed his head back and bent over, licked his lips, then kissed him with all the passion she could muster, and that was plenty!
"Oh, you darling man," she whispered, "that was fantastic."
"I told you that you would like it," Margo said.
"That has to be the understatement of the year," Gretchen said with a deep sigh, looking at Harvey with adoration, then quickly looking at Margo, feeling a little guilty. "You're getting left out. I don't mean to hog the show."
"You go right ahead, darling," Margo laughed, "I'm doing just fine."
"She's a voyeur and an exhibitionist," Harvey laughed.
"Stand up," Gretchen said.
Harvey stood with his knees touching his wife's, and Gretchen unzipped his pants, yanked them down, and stared at his semierect prick with wide eyes. "It's even bigger than I thought," she said softly, fondling his prick and balls with both hands, "and it feels so warm and silky." She kissed the tip lovingly. "I want to suck you, but I know I can't do it the way Margo does." She looked at Margo. "Will you show me how you suck him?"
Harvey chuckled. "Honey, that's like asking a glutton if she--likes to eat."
"He thinks I'm a glutton for sex, darling," Margo said. "He's right, and he loves it."
"Let me sit down," Harvey said.
"No, stay where you are so Gretchen and I can pass your cock back and forth," Margo said. She wrapped her right fist around the rigid pole and stroked it gently. "It's so long and thick and hot."
"It's absolutely beautiful," Gretchen said.
"I like to play with a cock," Margo said.
She kissed the tip, her tongue flicked out and curled around the knob and she licked it as she slid her right hand up and down the full length of his shaft. She opened her mouth wide and took the knob between her lips, and he stared down at her face, at his cock lodged in her mouth, loving the feel of her sexy, moist mouth engulfing his dick.
"Ahhh, so nice," he mumbled breathlessly, "you really know how to treat a cock, baby."
Margo pulled her mouth away and grinned. "You're just saying that so I'll keep doing it," she teased. She took his cock back into her mouth, moved her head forward slowly and let the knob slide into her mouth until the tip touched the back of her throat.
"Look at her, Gretchen," he muttered, "she's swallowing the whole damn thing."
"I am looking," Gretchen whispered excitedly. "She looks so sexy with her mouth full of your cock."
Margo took Harvey's cock out of her mouth and passed it to Gretchen. "Here, have a taste."
"I hope he--likes the way I do it," Gretchen said softly.
"We each have our own way of doing it," Margo said, "but whatever gets the job done is fine. Guys don't really care anyway. They just want to stick it in your mouth."
"Well, I like that," Harvey snorted.
"Tell me it isn't true," Margo said. "You might like the way one girl does it better than another, but tell me that you'd turn down any girl who wanted to blow you."
"Smart ass," Harvey chuckled.
Gretchen put her right hand around Harvey's dick and stroked it, and put her left hand between his legs and cupped his balls, and ripples of pleasure fluttered through him. She teasingly licked his bare cockhead, then her mouth closed over the bulging knob and she glanced up at him, her lips shining wetly and her eyes sparkling as his iron-hard love muscle slid between her lips.
She sucked and gave him lots of tongue action, then took his cock out of her mouth and held it against her cheek as she licked his nuts and the inside of his thighs.
"I'll suck you off later and eat your cum," she murmured. "I want you to fuck me now."
"Whatever you want, baby," he replied, caressing her cheeks and smoothing the pretty blonde hair on top of her head as she took his cock back into her mouth. "You're a good little cocksucker, and I don't mind waiting to cum in your mouth."
Gretchen kissed the tip of his cock, curled her tongue around the shiny knob, then tilted her head back. He bent down and covered her wet lips with his and slid his tongue into her mouth, savoring the sweetness as he reached down with both hands, hefted her heavy tits and kneaded and fondled the large, solid mounds. She stroked his cock and massaged his balls, sucking and nibbling at his tongue as it slithered around in her mouth. He held the kiss as he knelt and thrust his hips forward, and the end of his stiff prick touched the lips of her pussy. She shivered and scooted her ass forward and snuggled her head between Margo's big tits as she lifted her legs and spread them.
Harvey broke the kiss and said, "Put my cock in."
Gretchen grabbed his dick and jammed the end in her cunt. He jerked his hips forward, and her voracious gash swallowed his prick in one gulp.
His hard rod set off new waves of sensation as it plunged into her, and she yelped, "Oh, God, I'm going to cum," and squirmed and twisted and bucked, nearly out of control, as her orgasm roared through her.
Harvey put her legs over his shoulders and fucked her slowly, and she humped her ass up and down and twisted it in looping circles, taking his big prick to root. She came again, shivering and shaking and humping, her brain on autopilot, demanding that her body continue to feed it the glorious, mind-boggling sensations.
"Don't cum in her," Margo whispered.
Harvey knew what his lascivious wife wanted, and was happy to oblige her. He fucked Gretchen through another orgasm, then pulled out and curled his hips forward and stuck his prick out.
Margo grabbed his cock and jerked it rapidly, wiggling the end around, spraying cum all over Gretchen's heaving tits. She licked the head of his dick, then pushed Gretchen down flat and licked her tits clean.
"Oh, fuck," Gretchen breathed, "you two are wild."
"Oh, honey, we're just getting warmed up," Margo laughed. "We've got the rest of today and all day tomorrow to show you just how wild we can get!"
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Gretchen hoped her luck would better today than it had been the past two weekends. One weekend, she went all the way to the Kansas border without finding anybody to play with, and the next weekend she went to the New Mexico border and didn't do any better.
Several cars roared by without even slowing down, and she was standing by the road with her hands on her hips when a car pulled to a stop and the heavily tinted window slid down noiselessly.
She bent over and looked in the window, and sucked her breath in sharply. "Helen, what are you doing out here?"
"Looking for you," Helen replied. "I hoped I would get to you before you caught a ride. Get in."
Gretchen tossed her small backpack in the back seat and got in by her boss. "How did you know I would be here?"
Helen put the car in gear and merged smoothly with the traffic, heading west, out of town. "I saw some photos of you at Peggy Kelso's. When she told me that they met you when they picked you up hitchhiking, I hired a private detective to follow you. I know you think it's an invasion of your privacy, and you're right, but I have good reasons. Hitching rides is dangerous, both for you personally and for the company.
"First, you never know what kind of pervert is going to pick you up. Second, you know too much about my business for me to take the chance that a competitor will find out what you're doing and take advantage of it. Ours is a cutthroat business, Gretchen, populated by some very ruthless people, people who would stop at nothing to gain a competitive edge."
"I never thought of it that way," Gretchen said.
"You're the best programmer and trou-bleshooter I've got, Gretchen, the best I've ever met. I care for you as a person and as an employee, and I want you to keep working for me, but you can't if you keep living so dangerously on the weekends. Before you answer, let me tell you something. I know that your job can get dreadfully boring, and I understand your need for adventure. I was like that when I was your age. I just satisfied my urges a little differently." Helen glanced at Gretchen and smiled faintly, with a hint of intrigue. "I know Peggy and Bruce Kelso and Margo and Harvey Wheat-ley very well. We've been friends for years."
"I see," Gretchen said softly. "A while back, I spent the night with Michelle, and she said that she got it on with you and Grant one night after a wild party. I thought it was something that just happened."
"It was," Helen said. "If Michelle was different, it could have been a lot more."
"What do you mean, different? I had a lot of fun with her."
"So did we," Helen said, "but Michelle talks too much, and she's greedy. She wanted Grant for herself, and I won't allow anybody to come between us."
"So, does that mean you think I shouldn't make it with her again?"
"You have to decide that for yourself. Just be aware that she's going to tell others, and that she's--likely to try to own you."
"Point taken," Gretchen said. "Margo told me a little story about doing a threesome with somebody named Helen, where Harvey stood her on her head and ate her out. That was you, wasn't it?"
"That was me," Helen laughed. "We had a lot of fun that night."
"Where was Grant."
"Out of town, on business."
"How does that work, do you and Grant have an open marriage?"
"Not completely," Helen replied. "We don't exactly date others. If I don't get laid at least once a day, I get real bitchy. We prefer to play together, but it isn't always possible, so when he goes out of town, I don't sit home alone and play with myself, and he doesn't sit in a lonely hotel room and encourage hair to grow in his palm."
"There has to be a reason you're telling me this," Gretchen said.
"Of course," Helen replied, smiling more openly. "I almost always have a reason for what I do. You don't run off at the mouth, Gretchen. You've been hitchhiking on the weekends for three years, and I wouldn't have known if I hadn't seen those photos that Bruce Kelso took of you. Some of them were phenomenal, by the way. You could probably make tons of money in the porno business. But I digress. Grant and I have a wide circle of friends, so we can give you all the adventure you need, but in a much safer environment."
"You're right, Helen, my job can get dreadfully boring at times, but I like what I do and don't want to give it up. That leaves me with only one choice, doesn't it?"
"You won't be sorry," Helen said.
"No, I don't think I will be," Gretchen replied. "I knew the hitchhiking had to end sooner or later and this way, I won't have to worry about witlidrawal symptoms. This isn't the way to your house. Where are we going?"
"Grant and I own a cabin in the eastern end of South Park, the green part, right on the river," Helen replied. "He's waiting for us there."
"Well, I think I can handle that," Gretchen laughed. "Your husband is real hunk."
"He's hung as well as Bruce and Harvey, by the way," Helen laughed in return, "and he thinks you're one of the sexiest things on two wheels."
Gretchen wasn't quite sure how it happened so fast, but within a half hour after she and Helen got to the cabin, they were all naked and she was sprawled out on the couch between husband and wife. Grant was feeling her up and Helen was caressing her tits and licking her nipples and her pussy was sizzling and running like the river that flowed by the balcony just beyond the big double doors.
Grant licked one of her nipples and said, "You like my fingers stroking your cunt, don't you?"
His voice was low and husky, and she knew that he liked his fingers stroking her cunt! He eased his middle finger gently into the moist-ness between the thick lips guarding her most private sanctuary, her cathedral of pleasure, and tenderly probed the quivering, wet folds and creases of her palpitating pussy.
"Mmmmmm," she muttered joyfully, giving herself over completely to her hedonistic hunger.
His finger darted and flicked expertly, gently tickled the fluted inner lips that surrounded the pulsing entrance to her aroused cunt, then he suddenly thrust two fingers into her wet, spastic sheath.
"Oooooo," she mewled with breathless agitation.
Pleasure stormed her mind and she threw her left leg across Grant's lap and her right leg across Helen's lap, opening her lush garden of paradise as wide as she could, as powerful pangs of pleasure spread rapidly from her cunt. His lewd fingering captivated her, made her writhe and moan with brazen ecstasy.
The soft walls of her cunt pulled voraciously at his fingers, closing on them like a velvet vise as he worked them smoothly in and out of the craving channel, the lewd, sluicy sounds assailing her ears. He extended his thumb and touched her erect clit lightly, and she squirmed her ass and hunched on his fingers. He titillated the erogenous stud gently, and she popped with a loud squeal and more vigorous bucking, twisting her covetous flesh on his delightful digit.
"Ooohhh, fuck," she cried, "I'm cumming!"
Her arms flailed, her legs jerked and her body thrashed wildly as wave after wave of excruciating pleasure washed over her, like breakers on a beach, tossing and tumbling her in their foaming wake. She felt like a piece of driftwood being thrown about capriciously by a force she couldn't comprehend, much less control. The tremors subsided slowly, leaving her quivering and trembling like an aspen leaf in a strong gale. The room stopped spinning around her head and she slumped gratefully on the couch.
Grant knelt on the couch by Gretchen, and she grasped his hard cock in her left hand. Helen was right. He was hung as well as Bruce and Harvey. Helen slid off the couch and knelt between Gretchen's legs and brushed her lips along Gretchen's smooth marble thighs.
Grant reached down and fondled Gretchen's pussy, then spread the glistening lips, offering the deep, coral gash to his wife. Helen accepted enthusiastically, and her tongue snaked out and swirled into the spongy, sultry cleft.
Gretchen shivered with enchantment. "Oh, yes," she murmured, then leaned over and did her best to swallow Grant whole as she put her hand behind Helen's head and pulled it forward.
"Yeah, suck my cock, baby," Grant whispered.
Helen's tongue ran feverishly up and down the wet, pink slit between Gretchen's thighs, then the tip danced lightly on the bulging stud of Gretchen's clit, sending bolts of pleasure through the tormented girl.
Gretchen sucked Grant's meaty stem avidly, adroitly. It was so big, so hard and demanding, and Helen's tongue was like liquid fire in her pussy, spreading that old familiar feeling through her loins.
She didn't for a moment regret that she could no longer be a road chick.
