She examined the way the bikini top sat on her cone-shaped knockers. The titty tips were hard, and protruded against the soft cotton fabric. She drew her shoulders back, projecting her breasts out towards the mirror.
She smiled, liking the full lips, the sparkle of her snow white teeth, and the tiny dimples that only showed when her face creased in a broad smile.
"Are you almost ready, Denise?" asked Tish, from the terrace. "The beach is full of young firm studs, and we're sitting here in your apartment!"
Denise smiled. "Hold your water, Tish! I'll be with you in a moment."
Denise slid on her bikini bottom and adjusted it so that the material just barely covered the cleavage between her shapely butt cakes, and the tiny blonde delta of her curly pussy hair.
"Hmmmm," she let out, admiring her reflection. "I believe I'm ready."
Denise paraded her goodies onto the terrace, where Tish was focusing the telescope onto the beach. Denise used the telescope to watch. "There are two handsome studs over by the rocks. If we leave the house the back way and walk towards the water, we will have to pass them."
"I see!"
"On the other hand, there's this guy pumping iron over by the refreshment stand. I've been watching his muscles ripple for the past ten minutes. I'd like to get a closer look."
"So?"
"So maybe we should walk out the front way, and strut our stuff over to the refreshment stand for a coke or something."
"Tish, do what you wish. I'm going to the beach," Denise said, not in the mood for Tish's complications on this fine Indian Summer morning.
Tish frowned. "Denise, it pays to use a little strategy out here!"
"Depends what you're trying to accomplish," Denise said quietly.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning, I just feel like having a nice swim and catching some rays before the summer ends. I have no ulterior motive."
"I suppose you'd ignore a nice hot man if he walked up to you?"
"Well, I'd be friendly, but I'm not looking for anything right now."
"I see. You're taking a swim!"
"A swim."
"How innocent!"
"Well," Denise smiled, 'somebody's got to think of things aside from men and sex."
Tish laughed, tossing her long red mane back behind her full-bodied chest. Tish was a few years older than Denise, and extremely womanly. She had big breasts, with prominent strawberry tips, and very full hips. She was big-boned and full-figured, but she wore her generous body well and carried herself with extreme sensuality.
Denise used to envy Tish, but lately she was happy with her own curvy cakes and high breasts. Big tits were not everything, Denise was learning. Shapely tits were more important than size.
They walked down the stairway that led from the terrace to the beach, what Tish called the "back way." The beach was warm from the morning sun, and the sand felt hot under their feet.
"What a beautiful day," Tish said, smiling. She wore sunglasses, which abstracted her big green eyes. And she carried a small towel, in which she had her suntan lotion wrapped.
Denise knew Tish's style. She'd locate her target and ask him to rub some lotion on her back. Not very original, but it works.
Denise was barely paying attention to her friend, as she tossed her blanket and towel on the sand and ran into the water. She liked to get wet and cool off before sunning herself.
The water was cool and foamy, with strong waves. Denise luxuriated in the water, feeling the waves taking her out, then drawing her back towards the shore. A great pleasure, and one she missed in the winter months. Occassionally she would spend a few weeks in Florida, to keep her tan and enjoy the water and sun. But for the most part Denise was an East Coast girl, and these Indian Summer days were very precious to her.
She felt the sun on her face, the cold ocean on her back, and enjoyed the contrast. So absorbed was she, that Denise failed to notice the darkly handsome man who was sitting on the beach, perched on a gleaming Harley and watching the lovely young blonde.
Eric's eyes were popping out, but fortunately his mirrored shades made it less than obvious. He did not like to make a display of himself, even when he was absorbed with what he called "bird watch-tog."
Usually, Eric gave the beach a scan, then rolled on. But this time he'd seen the pretty blonde and her red-haired friend walk off their terrace onto the beach, and he'd cut the engine on his Harley, deciding to wait around and see if he could make conversation.
He sat still, focused on the young beauty, barely aware that her friend, Tish, was busy checking him out.
Tish jumped in the water and swam out to where Denise was floating.
"Denise, catch the hunk on the chopper! He hasn't taken his eyes off you."
"What?"
Denise looked in the direction Tish pointed. She saw a guy sitting on a bike, right where the strip of sand began. But he was wearing shades.
"I'm not sure he's looking at me, Tish. He might just be checking out the water, or the sky."
"Oh sure!"
"Tish, is that all you ever think about?"
"Well, what else is there?" Denise smiled. "Hmm, well, what would you like me to do about it?"
"Go and talk to him!"
Denise looked at Tish to see if she was joking. She was not. "Well, go on!"
"Not my style!"
"Do it anyway. What have you got to lose? Tell you what! Just walk by him and see if he breaks the ice. If not, keep walking."
"You're awful sure of yourself."
"Well, try it!"
Denise was about ready to leave the water anyway. She and Tish allowed the next wave to take them onto the shore, and Denise paused only long enough to dry herself off with her fluffy white towel, before taking Tish's strategy to the realm of experimentation.
After all, Tish was right, what was there to lose? And she was attracted to manly honchos on iron horses! She held her belly in, titties protruding, as the walked by the guy close enough to hear him if he spoke to her.
"Excuse me, Miss!"
Tish smiled and kept walking. Denise turned. "Talking to me?"
"Yes I am. Can I ask you a question, Miss?" the guy said, getting up off his bike and walking the five steps necessary to approach her.
"Well, I guess."
"Where'd you get those lovely tits?" He smiled, making a V of his fingers, aiming them at her breasts. "I mean they are sweet. Did it take you a long time to grow'm?"
Denise couldn't help it. She cracked up laughing, her body jiggling with near-hysteria.
The guy let out a wide smile. "Pardon me, I didn't know what to say, so I just said what I was thinking. My name's Eric. It's not exactly my style to be so bold, but ahm, well, I took one look at you and knew I would have to meet you."
Flattered, Denise extended her hand. "Well, it's not my style to parade past strange men shaking my butt, either. My friend Tish put me up to it. Call me Denise." She felt his strong manly hand envelope her small hand, and felt a sharp chill pass through her body.
"Well, Denise, care to take a walk? Or how about a ride on my Harley?"
Denise was pensive. "Ahm, well, let's start with a walk," she said, indicating towards the shoreline.
Denise and Eric walked the entire length of the beach, coming to the rocks. They sat down under a hot sun.
"You live in the Rockaways?" she asked him. "No, I'm just working temporarily at a Harley-Davidson repair joint on Cross Bay. I don't like to settle-in anywhere, Denise. Once I know a place it gets boring to me. I know that's a weakness, but that's how it is and I'm done fighting it."
Denise chuckled. "Well, that's the opposite of my way of life, I guess," she confessed. "I was born here in Neponsit, and have lived most of my life here. I attend college nearby, and live in a house right on the beach. My daddy ahm, well, he married this woman that wanted to live in California. So Daddy left me in charge of his house and took off."
"Divorced?"
"Yeah, my mother's quite a character. She lives in the City and dates men younger than me. She makes a lot of money and I guess she feels she should enjoy herself before she's too old."
"Nothing wrong with that."
Denise shrugged.
"I like your tattoo," she said, touching his arm. He had a red rose on his upper arm. Actually it was multi-colored, but red and yellow dominated. It was quite striking. Denise had never touched a tattoo before. But as she felt the chill tingle through her she realized it was not the tattoo, but his muscles that was giving her a thrill.
Eric shrugged. "Got drunk one night in Mexico," he said, "and woke up with that on my arm. It got infected. I spent a week rubbing alcohol on it. But when the infection cleared and the scab fell off, I kinda liked the way it looked."
IQ
"It's nice."
"The sun's not the best thing for it. A tattoo can oxidize. But you can always have it refreshed every few years. My old man had a tattoo on his arm for fifty years, and it always looked fresh. One day I asked him why, and he confessed he had it touched up every few years." Eric smiled.
Denise had to admit she found this stranger more than interesting. He was nothing like the men she knew from school. With his wavy dark hair and sideburns, his tattoo and Harley, he was more like the guys her parents always warned her about.
That factor excited her further!
"Eric?"
"Yeah?"
"Can we take a ride on your Harley?"
Eric stood up and dusted his jeans. "Sure. Let's go. It's a beautiful day to be in the wind."
They walked back to the spot where they'd met, and Eric kick-started his iron horse. Motorcycle thunder punctuated the still ocean air.
Denise waved at Tish, who was sitting on her terrace with a handsome stud she'd picked up on the beach. Tish winked.
"Your friend looks happy."
"Yeah, she's easily pleased."
"And you?"
Denise shrugged. "I'm not sure." Denise climbed up on the big bike behind him. She loved the way the iron throbbed between her leg, and was surprised to realize her pussy was getting wet.
The big iron went into a tight turn, and Denise found herself clutching Eric around the chest, pressing her titties to his back.
Since he wore only a tight t shirt, she knew her titty tips were poking into this back. She wondered if he could tell her nipples were erect. She wondered if he could tell how excited she found him.
"Hang on tight, Denise!"
The big iron horse quivered as he twisted the throttle and popped the clutch. The bike shot forth like a bullet, pushing up to eighty on the smooth flat surface of the road. Eric rode a bike like a bandito! Denise loved the wind washing over her face, making her long blonde hair fan out wildly.
"That is great!" she let out.
Eric made a wild U turn, barely slowing down, and again revved them up to a flying seventy! He was in full control of the bike, as he defied gravity to give the blonde beauty a thrill.
"Wow!"
"Hold my waist!"
Eric turned so tight the bike was almost parallel to the ground for a few seconds, then straightened them up and recovered fully.
Denise felt her heart pumping as she adjusted her buttocks on the soft pleated leather seat. She liked the scent of his neck, the feel of his muscles. She had to admit to herself that this handsome stranger excited her more than any man had ever excited her. Her turned her on full blast!
"Let's ride out to Breezy Point," he suggested. "That ok?"
"Sure!"
Eric revved and released the clutch, and they shot forth like maniacs. It was like being shot out of a gun, Denise decided.
They had no trouble at the gate of Breezy Point. Eric knew how to handle it, and revved through like he owned the place. Then they were in the quiet beach community. He revved past the beach bungalows, his destination being the very tip of Breezy; the place that gave Breezy Point its name.
That spot, on the tip, was always susceptible to the ocean crosswinds. On the hottest days it was cool at the tip of Breezy. A very pleasant spot, that was surrounded by shrubbery and silence.
Eric pulled to a halt and cut the engine. The big bike stopped vibrating, and Denise felt her body shake as she was assisted off of it.
"That was fun!"
Eric smiled. "I love being in the wind. If I have an addiction, it's riding my Harley."
"And you work on bikes to make a living," she added. "Son in a way your whole life is motorcycles," she let out breathlessly.
"Yeah, my primary interests in life are bikes and babes. But tell you the truth, bikes are the one thing that always holds me. Babes, well, it's hit and miss."
"Sounds like you never had the right one," Denise said softly.
"Entirely possible."
They left the bike and took a short walk on the windy tip of Breezy, enjoying the sight and smells of the ocean below them.
"This is great! I see why people go to sea and never want to touch dry land again."
"You do?"
"Yeah, remember in Moby Dick, Ishmael says that landlubbers rarely think at all, but when they do, they invariably go to the nearest body of water and perch alongside it."
"Hey, I don't remember that," Denise let out. She'd read Moby Dick in school because it was assigned. She'd not looked at it since.
"That's a great book. Melville was a real adventurer. You know he lived with cannibals for a time."
"No!"
"Oh yeah. He was great. I've read that book fifty times. I like adventure. Life is so mundane if people just do what they're told."
"Yeah, that much is true."
"I try never to do what I'm told. I like to go my own way."
"I see. Yes, that's exciting. I like the sound of it," she agreed.
He looked at her, his dark eyes taking in her big blue peepers and full pale lips, her warm sweet body.
He placed his hands on her hips and drew her near. "Can I kiss you?"
"Well, ahm, we don't really know each other, Eric. Maybe we should wait until-"
She felt his lips cover hers, his tongue flicker over her teeth and pass into her mouth. For some reason she could not locate, Denise made no effort to stop him as he Frenched her mouth.
Her bathing suit didn't cover much, so when Eric lifted his t shirt and pressed her moist body to his, only the bikini top and skimpy bottom was between them. They kissed for a full five minutes.
She felt his hands moving up her leg. His right palm cupped her buttocks, and his left hand began moving along her arm, towards her breasts.
"Eric!"
"Huh? Oh, sorry. I guess you excite me," he let out, backing off slightly.
"Behave yourself or I will have to ask you to take me home!"
"I'll try."
He looked away, then looked back and smiled. "Denise, you're a virgin aren't you?"
"Well, yes. I just turned eighteen last month," she explained. "And my parents, before divorcing, were very strict with me. I didn't get to go out on dates or stay out late."
"I see. So freedom is new to you."
"Very new. And I like it. Of course, in some ways I'm not exactly ready. Tish sometimes has to fill me in on what's happening right under my nose."
"And where do you know Tish from?"
"College. She's a few years ahead of me, but we get along really well. She lives in the City, but spends a lot of time visiting me because she likes the beach, and likes getting out of Manhattan. Also, we're great friends. We enjoy hanging out together."
"I see, that's good. It's good to have friends you can trust."
"Yes. Let's take a walk, Eric. Standing here, I'm afraid you're going to force me to do something I don't want to do."
He winked. "I wouldn't do that now, would I?"
She shrugged. "I hope not, because I like you." She pouted slightly.
He took her hand and they walked along the shoreline for a while.
"Denise, you turn me on real strong," Eric confided. "I'd very much like to be the man who, ahm, who introduces you to the realm of sexual adventure."
"Really? How candid! Why don't you just say you want to fuck me?"
"That's what I DID say, Denise."
She giggled. She felt herself squeezing his hand, and wondered if he knew she liked the idea. "Well, I believe in taking things a bit slower than most girls. Maybe you should have made your pass at my girlfriend Tish. I'd hate to think you wasted your time."
"Tish is cute, but she doesn't knock me out the way you do, Denise. I'd rather talk to you than sleep with Tish, or anyone else."
"Really? I'm touched!"
"Don't goof on me!"
"Oh, I'm not. Tell you what, Eric, why don't we go back to my place and have some lunch on the terrace? Let's get to know each other and see how we feel about these things later."
He shrugged. "Sounds good."
CHAPTER TWO
"Get that big dick in your mouth, Red! All of it!" Bob hissed, cupping the redhead's chin and forcing every inch of his throbber into her pretty face.
Tish sputtered and gagged on the big thick phallus, as it moved deep into her mouth. It was the biggest dick she'd ever tried to suck, and her eyes were bigger than her capacity to take it in.
But she sure was ready to try.
Tish loved a forceful, dominating man. The guy she'd met on the beach a few hours ago was hot and horny, and had no shame about telling her that he wished to experiment with a little bondage and desired her to be subjugated and obedient to his wishes and sexual demands.
At first she was shocked. But Tish found her pussy got wet when Bob told her what he wanted, and rather than playing hard to get, as she'd planned, she gave herself to him!
Bob took a pair of nylon stockings and tied her hands behind her back. Then he threw a pillow on the floor and told her it was for her knees.
Then he began mouth training the hot sweet redhead.
Tish felt her red mane being scooped up into a pony tail, which Bob fastened with a rubberband and used as a handle to control the motion of her head.
"I love fucking your face, bitch! I want you to use your tongue on me!"
He held her back slightly, so that her lips barely touched his dick.
"Use your tongue on it! I want to see that little tongue whipping and fluttering on my dick tip! Now bitch, do it!"
Bob gasped as the pretty green eyes looked up at him, as her pretty tongue circled the tip of his throbber. The woman obviously had a flair for this, and enjoyed watching the pleasure she was giving register on his face.
"Suck that cock, baby! Give it to me! Use your tongue!"
She fluttered her tongue wildly on his prick.
After a moment, he moved back and took his prick in his fist. He guided it over her pretty cheeks and chin, over her full red lips and up to her brow.
"Suck the balls."
"Bob!"
He jerked her ponytail and the redhead's mouth opened wide.
"In your mouth, Red!"
She allowed his balls to enter her mouth, and swirled her tongue on his hot male sacs. Meanwhile, he moved his shaft over her face, enjoying the sight of his lube on her freckled nose and cheeks.
"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, Red, but first I'm gonna give you a nice cum bath to show you who your boss is."
"Bob!"
"Shut up and suck cock, baby!"
Bob had enough tongue lashing, and was now firmly feeding his prick into the redhead's mouth. He cupped her chin and held her ponytail, completely controlling her movements as he drew his dick in and out of her mouth. His prick pulsed and throbbed inside her.
"Let me see it in your cheek!"
She moved her head sideways, and felt his prick move into the space between her clinched teeth and her inner cheek.
"Yessss!" he gasped, feeling his prick through the flesh of her cheek. "My bitch looks so pretty with her cheek bulging from my prick!"
"Mmmmm!" she let out softly, her green eyes looking up at this masterful man.
He fucked her cheek for a moment, then began to throb in a terminal way.
"I'm going to spurt now, Red. Keep that hot mouth open for it!"
"Yesss," she let out, as he took his dick out of her mouth and held it to her face. He had his wide palm over her face, and was rubbing the bottom of his dick across her nose and cheeks.
"I'm going to cum on those pretty freckles, Red!" he gasped.
Tish found it interesting to be tied up. Having her hands bound behind her back, she was literally forced to please this man; to suck his cock whether she wished too or not.
He began to pulse and spurt.
"Mouth open Red!"
She opened her mouth wide and licked her lips with her tongue. She felt the hot jizz spurting onto her face. Jizz landed on her tongue, on her lips, on her cheeks and nose and chin.
He rubbed the ejaculating penis over her face and pearls of sperm shot into her hair and down her neck, onto her cleavage and titty tops.
Her bikini was still on, holding the full tits up and together. It was a specially made push-up, that gave her very heavy tits the appearance of sitting very high on her chest. And he'd left it on her because he loved what the bikini top did to her cleavage.
Bob slid his still-spurting dick into the warm cleavage now, and watched as the last few pearls shot onto her freckled titties.
"That's it, Red," he said, cupping her tits through the bikini top and pushing them together.
He groaned as the hard dick stopped twitching. Then he held it to her lips and told her to lick him off. He jerked her hair.
"Tongue out!"
Tish obeyed, wanting very much to please this man. He turned her on.
The prick remained hard. After she'd licked him off, he made her get up. He undid the ropes, then had her move into the bedroom. Fortunately for Bob, there was a four-poster bed sitting in the guest bedroom where Tish slept when visiting Denise.
"Spread out on the bed, Red," he said, removing her bikini top and bottom, pinching the full sweet cakes of her ass.
"What are you going to do?"
"Whatever I wish. I'm pleasure training you, Red. When we're done here, you are going to know exactly how to please your man."
"My man?"
He grabbed her hair and held her face to his. "You're my bitch now, Red, and don't forget it or you will get the spanking of your life."
She looked down. "I understand."
Tish had never experimented in this way before. Being tied up, being dominated, was something she merely dreamed about. But Bob was obviously very sophisticated about bondage. She felt like she had a lot to learn, and he would make a perfect teacher.
The idea of being "pleasure trained" appealed to her. What a great idea.
"Alright, now butt up! Spread those legs and arms wide."
Bob moved swiftly, binding her wrists and ankles with nylon stockings he took out of her drawer. When he was pleased with the way she was bound, he placed a few pillows under her rump cakes to make the butt lift off the bed. He pulled the nylons hard, making her body pull taut on the bed.
"Red, you are a piece of ass, and I'm going to lick and nibble no every inch of your pussy sweet body!" he said with steam in his voice.
"Bob, the knots are too tight!"
"Ok."
He loosened the knots around her ankles and wrists, but not enough to allow her to move any better. They just didn't hurt.
Bob got up and stood over her on the bed, his prick in his hand. Then he moved to the head of the bed and sat down. He drew her lush mane into his hands and wrapped her red hair around his dick and balls. He used her hair to jerk off with, but did not cum. He had other plans, and did not want to weaken his excitement by orgasming. Not until he was ready.
Bob moved between her legs and hefted up her haunches by clasping his palms around her waist and lifting. Her bitchcakes rose off the bed. Then he slid his prick into the cleavage of her full sweet ass.
"Shapely butt on this redhead," he moaned, sliding his prick up and down in her butt cleavage. "I saw that butt on the beach and knew I had to take a big bite out of it to be happy."
"Oh, Bob!" she said, feeling his hand slide around her, under her belly, down into the curly red delta of her sex. She felt his fingers on her clitoris, and at once her hips began to rotate hotly.
"Ohhh, Bob, that is making my pussy glowwww!"
"Hmmm, you're wet already, bitch! That's good. I like my bitch nice and moist for her master."
She groaned as he clicked her button softly, ever so skillfully.
Almost at once, orgasmic heat built up in her delta, and she felt her body tighten and begin to spasm.
Bob knew what was happening. He liked the way she danced on his throbber. He liked the way she turned sideways and made a hot face for him. The bitch knew how to please a man, and just needed to be shown how to serve in bondage!
Bob knew he was a great teacher! When inspired, he could be a perfect master.
Bob knew that she expected his prick to pierce her pussy. But he had a little surprise for her. He was using his dick to moisten her asshole as he rubbed her clitoris softly.
As soon as the button of her buttocks was nice and moist, Bob rammed his dick into her rump. She was in the midst of orgasming, and her rump was totally loose and receptive to the hot male member that sank into her tightest opening.
The big green eyes opened in shock.
"Bob! You're in the wrong hole!"
"No I'm not, baby. That is tight and hot! I'm going to ride that pretty butt of yours. That rectum is sooo fuckin' fine!"
"Ohhhh!" she let out, almost passing out from the odd mixture of pain and pleasure that assaulted her senses as he rammed her rear.
The woman had never been rump-humped before. It was something she'd thought about but never done. None of the guys she'd gone out with ever demanded it, and she was frankly afraid of being sodomized.
Until this moment.
As she felt his prick dig into her rump, she relaxed, enjoying the odd sensation of orgasming with a dick in her ass.
Soon the glow in her clit diminished, leaving her with a tasty afterglow. She felt him throb in her butt, and tightened her muscles.
Bob felt the snug rectum contract around his throbber, and he gasped and sputtered with lustful heat. He moved slowly now, in and out of her tight back door. He moved his hand off her clit, up onto the heaving strawberry-tipped bosom.
"Baby, I love those big tits. You've got great tits and ass, baby. The best. Now swing those hips and squeeze me with your rump."
Tish obeyed him, contracting around his throbber as he fondled her tits and tweaked the strawberry tips. She felt herself getting excited again, and was pleased when his hand moved down to her bush.
Bob began finger-fucking her pussy as he butt-fucked her with steady pumping thrusts.
"Oooooo!"
"Hmmmmm Red, that's so fine!"
The combination of stimuli from being butt-fucked and fingered in the cunt, was overwhelming for Tish. She felt another orgasm building up in her heaving sweating moist female body.
"Ooo OOOOO Oooooo!"
"Hmmmmmm, baby, you are tight and sweet!" Bob's dick began to spurt into the redhead's tight asshole.
She squirmed and wriggled under the driving steady pumping, until she felt his dick twitch. Then Tish held her butt up on an angle and squeezed the pleasure out of her new friend's penis.
"Give it to me baby!"
"Ooo ooooo!"
Tish felt her pussy and clit grow with electrical jolts of pleasure. Sparks fired up through her groin to her nipples, and her dancing tits became sensitive as he pumped cum into her ass.
"Yesss," she hissed, the full lips raising to reveal sparkling pretty teeth. Her hair was wild and spread out, clinging to her moist freckled white flesh as she gasped for breath.
The green eyes were at half mast, the nostrils flaring, as Bob watched his new beauty orgasm under his pumping thrusts.
Her rump was hot and sweet, and so very tight he almost fainted from the intensity of his orgasm.
And then they were still, breathing heavily and laying close, their bodies joined by sweat and cum. Tish's butt was still arched up, and he relaxed on top of her, feeling her curvy cakes against his lower belly.
Tish heard footsteps on the terrace, and guessed that Denise was returning. The question was, was she alone? Tish and Bob were silent for a few seconds, and Tish was made aware of voices talking.
"She brought her friend home!"
"Well," Bob let out. "So did you!"
"Yeah, but with Denise it's different. She's very shy. Beautiful but shy. Would you believe, she's eighteen and still a virgin?"
"Sure, all kinds of freaks walking around out there," Bob said.
"Wise guy!"
Tish wondered if Denise was going to take her new friend into her bedroom, but it sounded like they were going to remain out on the terrace.
Tish smiled. "She is the kind of girl who moves very slowly. I wonder if the poor guy's going to have blue balls tonight."
"Well, if he does, who can he blame?" Bob said, feeling his dick twitch between the redhead's cakes. "Say, you have anything to drink?"
"Sure. Relax and I'll bring something. Beer or soda?" she asked.
"Either. Got any spring or mineral water?" He let his eyes roll over the moist redhead's firm sweet body. He could tell from her poise that she was proud of her firm big breasts and full-boned sexy stature.
"Sure do. Want some lemon squeezed into it?" She pouted slightly.
"Sure do, but hurry back, Tish. My dick's getting hard watching your little performance."
"Performance?"
He chuckled.
She shrugged and wiggled her rump out of the bedroom, without so much as throwing on her robe or bathing suit. She stepped right into the living room, walked across towards the kitchen.
Eric and Denise were sipping some lemonade on the terrace, but they heard a noise in the living room which made them turn to see the naked redhead.
"Oh!" She pretended surprise. "Well, excuse me!"
Tish said, winking.
"Hello, Tish, having fun?" Denise asked.
Tish shrugged. "No complaints." She looked at Eric. "Hello."
"Hi!"
"Oh, Tish, this is Eric."
"Like your bike," Tish said, winking. "I told Denise a man on a bike is a REAL man!"
Eric shrugged. "Well, thank you," he said, wondering if he should be taking her seriously.
"I'm just getting some drinks, Denise, hope'm not in your way."
"Not at all. We're just talking."
Tish returned her attention to the mission at hand, and swung her butt into the kitchen. She passed through a few minutes later with two tall glasses of spring water, a twist of lemon and some ice cubes in each. She had a contented smile on her face.
"She's having fun."
"Yes, Tish believes in enjoying her life. She's about to turn twenty-one. A very experienced woman of the world," Denise assured Eric.
"She still looks like a teenager, except maybe for those big knockers."
"Tish tells me she had big tits when she was sixteen, so maybe she hasn't changed much."
"Hey Denise, look where the sun is! What time do you think it is?"
Denise shrugged.
"I should call my boss," Eric said. "I'm not going to make it to work today. Don't even want to try. It's ok, it just means I work late tomorrow."
"Oh, you won't get in trouble?"
"My boss doesn't have another guy who can fix a Harley as quickly or as well as I can. I get paid by the job, not the hour. So he couldn't care less when I show up."
"Where are you living, Eric?"
"Oh, I've rented this little wooden cottage, which is built on stilts right out on the marshes off Cross Bay. It's about two blocks from where I work, and it was very cheap. No one wants to live on the marshes. But I love it. I bring my bike right in with me."
"Really?"
"Sure do. There is a wooden catwalk leading to the dock in front of my cottage. I fortified it a bit, so I could ride my bike right into the cottage. It's pretty nice. I can look out my window and see the ocean on one side, and tall reeds on every other side. And the dock is right there, like a wide catwalk all around the cottage. So I can barbecue on it, or just hang out. It's not going to be very comfy in the winter though. It isn't exactly fortified for icy weather, and I'm sure the wind's a killer right by the ocean."
"Sounds enchanting. Can I see it?"
"Sure! Want to take another ride?"
"Yes. But would you mind if I just took a quick shower and changed? I don't like to run around wearing a bikini all the time."
"Go ahead."
"Want the television on?"
"Ahhm," he looked at the large bookcase that decorated the wall facing the terrace, "not really. I'll find something to read."
"My parents left those books. There's a copy of Moby Dick there, if you can find it."
"Great."
"I won't be long."
"No hurry, Denise. Some things are worth waiting for. Some people are worth waiting for too." He smiled and settled back.
Denise liked him a lot. He was so relaxed and laid back, and didn't seem to have a chip on his shoulder, like a lot of guys who rode bikes. And unlike her college friends, Eric didn't have anything to prove. He seemed to take life as it came.
Denise decided on a sheer white cotton blouse, which she wore under a simple, if not slightly skimpy and sexy brassiere. She put on a short pleated skirt, nylons, and flats. She would have liked to wear high heels, but didn't want to overdo it. And anyway, high heels would not be very appropriate on the back of a motorcycle.
She also put on a splash of red lipstick and some eye shadow and liner, to accent her big pretty blue eyes. She swept her long straight blonde hair back, leaving a few tendrils on her forehead, to soften the look. Plain white panties, a splash of perfume on her inner thighs and betweem her breasts, and she felt wicked and ready. "You look great!"
"Thanks, Eric," she said, smiling as she bowed slightly in a mock formal stance.
"Tish, I'm taking a ride. Have fun, I'll see you later on."
Not a word from Tish's bedroom. They listened for a second, and heard a soft moaning, and Denise smiled.
"She's alright. Just not aware of anything right now except her new victim."
Eric shrugged, holding the door open.
Back on the cycle, Denise felt wonderful. The afternoon sun was less of a broiler than the morning sun, and the wind was a delight.
On the way to Eric's place, he pulled into a small garage on Cross Bay Boulevard, and had a few words with a guy that seemed to be ass-deep in broken Harley's. Harley parts were all over the place, and four bikes were lined up waiting to be worked on.
"Eric, where you been?" the guy asked.
"Oh, Jack, I met this girl. Denise, meet my boss, Jack," Eric said.
Jack smiled. "I see, well first things first," Jack chuckled. "But do me a favor, Eric, try getting in early tomorrow. I've got a backup situation here and everyone's yelling for their iron!"
"Hey Jack, you got it. Leave the key in the ashtray of the Chevy, in case I get here before you."
"Before me!" Jack rolled his eyes. "You know what fat chance means? I'm going to be here at the crack of dawn working on that hawg over by the tire pile."
"Oh, well, don't bother leaving the key. But I will show up by seven."
"Fine. Have a nice relaxing day off, Eric." Jack winked at him.
"Yeah, see you moonyana."
"Nice meeting you Miss."
"Goodbye Jack."
Eric revved back onto the Cross Bay, and goosed the bike up to sixty at once. But they didn't have far to go, and soon they were off the wide paved road, bouncing along a dirt and sand path that led to a wooden catwalk.
"Wow! This is great. I didn't know places like this even existed."
Eric revved the bike up on the catwalk, and rode them along the narrow wood slats, past an abandoned cottage, then another cottage which looked lived-in, then a long ride on the catwalk until they came to the very last building. Eric's cottage was, as he described it, built on a wooden platform, over the water and reeds of the marshes of Jamaica Bay.
"How cool!"
"Like it?"
"It's great!" Denise said, dismounting and watching as Eric unlocked his door and rolled the big Harley right into the cottage.
The interior was much nicer than the outside. The outside, although made of pretty nice wood, was showing a lot of patchwork. But the inside of the place was comfortable. Not plush, but very livable.
An old antique wood stove, an old but usable fridge and kitchen. There was electricity and running water, and before she could ask he pointed to the bathroom and Denise walked over to find a tiny but usable bathroom complete with a shower stall and toilet, a tiny sink, a mirror and medicine cabinet.
"This is great."
The bathroom window overlooked tall reeds. The main room had a big window looking over the ocean. Eric led her into the master bedroom, which also looked over the ocean. There was a smaller bedroom, which was facing Cross Bay. It was cozy. Far from the plush house her parents left her in, in Neponsit. But in many ways Eric's cottage on stilts was more inviting.
"It's certainly unusual."
"Well, there was a time when old baymen lived in these things from the Rockaways all the way out to Montauk," Eric told her. "As time went on, a lot of them packed it in. I've never spent the winter here. I understand it's cold. But I'm thinking of doing some insulation on this place and living in it this winter. Jack says he can keep me busy, and I like working for him. So I might just stay. Of course, if I had a girlfriend, I'd positively stay," he said, twinkling at her.
"Make yourself at home, Denise, and I'll make us a pot of drip coffee."
"Sure!"
Denise moved out onto the back dock, which was set up with outside furniture, and looked out over a calm sea.
"How come there are always waves at Neponsit?" she asked.
"Yeah, it's quiet here now, and it was wavy by your place."
"It's always wavy there."
"Well, sometimes it's wavy here, but usually it's pretty calm. I don't know. I'd have to ask Ahab."
Denise chuckled. She was very impressed by his reading habits. He was a wild one, but there was something thoughtful, introspective about him as well.
Twilight descended over the ocean and marshes, and the orange sun looked majestic dropping down over the line of the ocean.
"I could watch the horizon for the rest of my life," he said, walking out onto the dock with two glasses of soda in his hands.
Denise was shocked. He'd said exactly what she was thinking.
"Here, this will enhance the feeling," he said, handing her a thick hand-rolled cigarette. "It's superfine blonde Virginia with a touch of the East," he winked.
She took a toke and smiled. Her college friends smoked hashish when they could get it. Which was rarely. She took another hit.
"This is excellent. I feel it already."
"Yeah, last week I fixed this guy's chopper and he tipped me with a temple ball from India. Heady! I refuse to spend money on that sort of thing, but if it's in my face, I do enjoy it. Besides, I hate alcohol."
"I noticed. You refused a beer back at my house, and you're bringing me soda instead of a cocktail. That's very nice, Eric."
He shrugged. "It's just a question of taste. I have nothing against people who like to juice. It's too common. Everyone does it. I hate to duplicate everyone's behavior unless it's something I really like to do. Juice does nothing for me."
"It puts me to sleep," Denise confessed.
They giggled like kids, and finished his special mixture of smoke. Then they sipped their sodas and relaxed as twilight darkened around them.
Soft music was playing on a tape deck in the cottage, and the screen door was open, so the music spilled onto the dock.
Denise felt grand. She'd never felt this at home with a man before. She found herself utterly relaxed. In fact, she wondered if it wasn't time for her to allow this handsome stranger to penetrate her cherry. Get it over with.
After all, she'd been telling herself it was just a matter of finding the right man.
Denise had something very specific in mind. Her idea came from something Tish told her one night, when they were exchanging fantasies. Tish said she'd like to be ravished by a handsome man who first bound her with ropes, and then had his way with her. It was the idea of being out of control-of having no choice but to obey a male master-that excited Tish.
Denise found, to her shock, that the very idea moistened her pussy. Then she put it aside, and didn't think about it much again. Until now!
"Let me ask you something, Eric?" she said casually, as they relaxed in the quiet night under a blanket of blue velvet with jeweled stars twinkling above them.
"Shoot!"
"You ever dream of tying a girl up?"
""What?"
She chuckled at his shock. "I mean like, hmmm, did you ever hear of Betty Page?"
Eric smiled. "As a matter-of-fact, I saw a spread of pictures of her in a biker magazine. Irving Claw's shots of Betty Page in the 1950's. Really striking material," he said, as if the whole thing was academic and had nothing to do with them.
She chuckled at his obvious shyness and detachment.
"Well, that sort of turns me on."
"Where did you ever hear of her?"
"Oh, Tish fills me in on things like that. She's really quite a piece of work."
Eric smiled. "And it turns you on?"
"Eric, I feel very at home with you. I could only imagine talking like this to someone I really felt I could trust. You see, I'm thinking, it's about time I had my cherry popped, but the thought makes me a little uncomfortable."
"Hmmm, so?"
"So if I was tied up, it would be like a fantasy thing. I'd have no control over things. You know what I mean?" she asked hopefully.
He smiled. "Yeah, Denise, I know what you mean." He flicked a cigarette off the dock.
"So what do you think?"
"I think this conversation is getting me very horny is what I think."
She smiled. "You like the idea?"
"Yeah!"
The marshes were alive with the music of seagulls and the sound of the ocean beating the shore. No other sounds existed. No other place existed.
"What are you doing?,;
He was on the roof of the shack, involved in some kind of project. "Just opening up the skylight so you will be able to see the stars," he said.
She heard something creak, and when she walked into the shack, she saw that part of the roof had been lifted out. Perhaps he had a plan, she mused.
She certainly didn't.
Eric had designed the skylight. It consisted of a removable rectangle of wood, -rimmed with insulation, that could be taken out. He liked to lie in bed and look at the sky, particularly on nights when the stars were out.
"Wow!" Denise said.
"Like it?"
"Yes. I have to show you what the sky looks like through the telescope on my terrace."
He smiled and handed her a hand-held telescope, which she promptly took out onto the dock.
Meanwhile, Eric got the interior of the cottage ready for what was to come.
"Ok Denise, come on in."
She walked in. He'd moved the bed slightly away from the wall, she he could walk around it, and there were leather thongs extending from all four bed posts. She smiled, feeling an odd tingling in her snatch as she realized the thongs were for her ankles and wrists! To tie her to the bed!
"Ready for this?"
"Quite!"
"Good. Lie down on the bed, Denise," he said in a forceful voice.
Denise pushed her stray blonde hair behind her ears and sat down, then moved her back onto the firm mattress. It was very comfortable, and she stretched out without hesitation.
"How do you want me ... Master?" she said in a tiny, experimental voice.
The dark handsome man had a new twinkle in his eye as he heard that exciting word from the young virgin. He felt his penis throb.
"Well, for one thing, let's get your clothes off."
Since she'd been wearing a bathing suit when they met, she was not shy about removing her skirt and blouse. But when she got past her outer garments, it was a bit difficult for her to go further.
Eric unfastened her brassiere and slowly peeled it off of the cone-shaped breasts, his eyes widening as he took in the pale buttons of her nipples.
He bent his head and kissed both titty tips, letting his tongue whip over them.
"Ooooo!"
She felt a tingle that warmed her entire body, and projected her breasts out towards him with a brazen posture that was new to her.
"Very nice!"
"Thanks," she said, quite proud of the natural beauty of her body. "Now the rest."
He moved back, and she quickly got the message that he wanted her to perform for him as she undressed. Denise slowly lifted each leg, peeling off her nylons and tossing them to the side. She then bravely hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her panties and tore them off over the long sweet stalks of her legs.
"Give me those!"
She handed him her panties.
Eric said nothing, standing over her holding her panties to his face. He took deep breaths, his eyes rolling with delight.
"Hmmm, pussy sweet!"
She almost giggled, but there was nothing funny about what was happening here, and it would have been inappropriate.
Eric sat down on the edge of the bed and drew her to him. Their naked bodies pressed together. He kissed her tenderly, allowing his tongue to enter her sweet young body. He licked her lips, then bent and licked her titty tips again.
Eric gasped at the perfection of this young blonde cherry girl! The perfectly sculptured cone-shaped breasts, tipped by brilliantly formed pale cork titty tips! The very tight belly and girlishly widening hips, which flowed from a very narrow and beautiful waist! The long lemony blonde hair, which was cut in a simple brush-bottom and flowed long and loose down to the middle of her back; the center of her mane reaching almost to her waist. But it was her animation-bird-like and delicate-that converted Denise, from a mannequin into a beautiful young girl-woman..
"Are you sure about this, Denise? I don't want you angry with me in the morning."
"Completely sure, Eric. I'm committed to this. Tomorrow morning, you will leave for work, and I will remain here in your bed, my head swimming with the most wonderful memories," she said, her eyes peaceful and serene, as if she could already see in her mind, the events that would unfold this night.
Eric smiled at her. She was so completely beautiful! He'd taken a few cherries in his day, but never from a girl as lovely.
"Alright, Denise, we're going to move very slowly. I want you to sprawl out on your bottom. Stretch the legs out so I can tie your ankles."
She silently obeyed, enjoying the stretch, laughing as it made her yawn.
"Bored?"
"Hardly."
Eric bound her ankles loosely, using the leather thongs, but wrapping silk bandanas around the leather so it would not hurt or cut into the tender girl flesh.
When he was finished with her ankles, he tied her wrists, drawing her arms over her head. He was pleased with the way this position made her breasts sweep out from her bosom!
"Denise!"
"Hmmmm," she moaned, as he touched her little pink clitoris with a light finger.
The clit moistened at once. Eric moved between her legs, hungry for the pussy sweetness of her golden delta. He parted her pussy lips with his tongue and gently allowed his fingers to isolate the little pink clicker.
Eric tenderly tongue-whipped her clitoris, causing the blonde beauty to hiss and wriggle as her body, pulled taut by the thongs, sizzled.
"Ohhhh, yessssss!"
Eric looked up at her. Her face was framed by the milky pale cone-shaped breasts. He loved the way her titties were snow white, in contrast to the rest of her body, which had been exposed to the sun.
She had the most delightful bikini lines. Eric's fingers explored the breasts, tweaked the nipples tenderly as he returned his tongue to the sweet pink clitoris.
"Ohhh Eric! Ooo OOOOOOOO!"
The girl body quivered in a spasm of sexual pleasure, as her long stalks rose off the bed slightly. The thongs were loose enough to allow some motion of the legs, although she could not lift her ankles.
Eric loved the way the well-formed stalks bent at the knee and rose slightly, quaking as he tongue-whipped her clitoris.
"Hmmmmmm!"
"Oh Eric!"
"Hmmmm Denise!" He looked up, his lips dripping pussy dew. His dark eyes sparkled as he studied her pretty panting face.
"Oh Eric that feels so very nice," she gasped softly. Her deep breathing was causing the titties to ascend and descend in a most charming way.
"I love your pussy, Denise!"
"Are you going to fuck me, Eric? My MASTER!" she gasped gently.
"When I'm ready, Denise. Right now I want to lick every inch of those pretty legs."
And he did. He began by lapping at her tiny toes, running his tongue all over her feet, but concentrating on the little toes. Then his tongue moved up, over her knees and onto her tan inner thighs.
Again, Denise quivered as his fingers moved over her pink clitoris.
"Ohhh, I'm your slave!" the blonde cherry girl asserted strongly, passionately.
"Yes you are," Eric said, gently prying her pussy lips apart and again applying his tongue to her clitoris. He tongue whipped her as she wriggled and squealed under him. The thongs were pulled tight as her legs contracted, as her arms attempted to descend.
It was oddly comforting to be bound. Denise had waited to experiment with bondage, but she'd had many fantasies about finding a man trustworthy enough to allow her to indulge this desire.
"Ohhh Eric!"
"Hmmmmm!"
Eric cupped the hot round cakes of her butt, and lifted her pussy to meet his driving, penetrating tongue.
"Oh Eric, I love the way you touch meeee!" She danced under his stimulation, her whole body responding with complete abandon.
"Baby, I'm going to let my prick slide over your body a little," he said.
Eric stepped back a second, then he sat down on her belly. He reached back and massaged her clitoris, as his dick moved over her cone-shaped titties.
"I'm going to make you suck me, Denise. Have you ever sucked a man's penis?"
"No," she said softly. "Are you afraid?"
"A little."
He wiped her pale lips and smiled at her. "Well, we'll take it slow at first. You're going to be a great mouth girl, I can tell. But you have to be treated with patience. I'm going to tell you what to do. If you feel like you can't handle it-"
"I can handle it!" she said firmly, moistening her lips and widening her big blue eyes.
"Ok, good."
Eric moved up, so his ass was right over her pale titties. He sat on her breasts very lightly, and rubbed his dick over her pretty mouth.
"What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to get to know it a bit. I'll tell you when to suck. Let your tongue come out. Lick it like a lollipop."
Denise let her eyes play on his face, having a real need to watch the pleasure she was giving him register. She found herself anxious to experience this act known as fellatio, or cocksucking! Tish always loved talking about the many hot penises she's sucked in her life. And Denise had to listen with no direct reference.
That was only one of the many things that would change on this cherry-popping night.
"Now this is a fantasy trip, Denise," Eric said. "So pretend you are this tender young beauty, well you don't have to pretend that." He chuckled. "Pretend you are this helpless, captive beauty, being forced to learn how to please your master by sucking his prick."
"Forced to suck cock!" she said, a bit too playfully for the role she was trying to assume. But she quickly got into it.
"Oh! Are you going to force me?"
"Yes," he hissed, grabbing her blonde mane and forcing her to look at him. He held his prick to her full pale lips.
"Mouth open, my slave girl."
The lips parted. Her sparkly white teeth were visible as he rubbed his penis on her upper lip, then across her cheek, over her perky little nose. He let his prick's bottom slide over her cheek, then returned the tip to her lips.
"I want to see your tongue on it now!"
The girl's eyes closed serenely, and she allowed her tongue to come out.
"Flutter on my dick, like a butterfly!"
Denise allowed her tongue to flit over the tip of Eric's prick, and as he winced with pleasure the blue eyes popped open to watch him contort with passion.
"Denise! Ohhh, that's right!"
"Hmmm," she let out. "Tastes good!"
He held her head up slightly, so that he could sit lightly on her titties and begin to feed his prick into the lovely young girl's mouth.
"Just the tip. That's it!"
The mushroom tip of his throbber penetrated between Denise's lips.
"Now slowly take a bit of the shaft in. Move your head up!"
Denise slid her lips on his dick, taking in two inches of throbbing penis.
"Hmmm, that's my slave girl. More. Take it all in for me."
"It's too big," she protested, as the penis rested on her cheek.
"You can do it. A good suck girl takes her master's dick in to the hilt!"
He held her by the chin and the crown of the head now, guiding her moist pretty lips over his penis. As the entire shaft slid into her, his balls bounced on her pretty chin. He groaned.
"That's right, Denise. Now let's see those big blue eyes."
She looked up at him.
"Show your master how you suck cock, Denise!" he moaned, driving his throbber deep into her mouth.
He held it in her, watching her struggle to contain the entire penis.
She sputtered, gasping, and he lifted his prick out, resting it on her lips.
"Now I'm going to mouth train you, slave girl. You flutter your tongue on the upbeat, and on the downbeat, cover your teeth and take it all the way in. Is that clear to you?"
"Yes my master!" she said softly, breathlessly.
Eric kept a slow lazy tempo going, feeding his penis into her face and allowing her time to flutter on the upbeat before thrusting into her mouth on the downbeat. He adored watching her as she served him, as she forgot her shame and pleased him.
After a while he withdrew, getting up. "I'm not ready to cum yet, Denise. It's going to be a long night."
"Whatever you say, my master," she let out."
CHAPTER THREE
"Ok, Denise," Eric said, after withdrawing his penis from her mouth. "Now we're going to prepare for some cherry popping."
"What shall I do for you?"
He looked at her. Her lips were darker and slightly swollen from sucking his penis. He wiped a pearl of lube out of the corners of her mouth with a delicate finger, then told her to close her eyes.
Eric moved quickly now. He undid the leather thongs and turned her around, then re-tied her.
This time she was racing down. He propped the pillows under her tight belly, making her ass jutt up off the bed.
"Cute little bitchcakes," he said, fondling her round rump.
Eric stood up and took a few moments to just look at the angelic blonde beauty. Then he began to lick. He licked her toes, up the back of her leg to the knee, then swirling around to the other leg, then the inner thighs, parting the legs with his fingers.
Denise moaned softly, feeling silky fingers parting her pussy lips and fondling her clitoris hotly. She gasped with passion, her eyes rolling up, her nostrils flaring in anticipation!
"Ohh, Eric!"
Eric's prick rested in the cleavage between the blonde girl's butt cakes. He moved slowly, up and down, leaving a trail of glistening lube between her cookies.
"Tighten and loosen the cakes for me, Denise," he said, kissing her neck.
The girl employed her rump muscles, loving the way he groaned as she massaged his penis with her buttocks. His prick throbbed between her cakes, and she arched her hips up to facilitate his motions.
Soon Eric was plotting his cherry pop. He liked the idea of going in from the rear. Eric liked doggie-style fucking with a girl, especially a girl with such exquisite buttocks.
"I want you to keep your legs open now, Denise," he said, nibbling on her ear.
"Yes master, if you say so," she exhaled, writhing with pleasure as she felt his fingers moving under her, down her belly, into the snowy blonde delta.
He bit her neck.
"Ouch!"
"Mmmmmmm!"
"Please master," she moaned, "put it in me. I'm ready. I need it inside me."
He moved his moist prick down, under her cakes, over the button of her asshole. He reflected on how nice it would be to penetrate her butt. And that would come. But first he had work to do!
He slid his dick over her clit and pussy lips. He wanted her nice and moist, to help penetration. He didn't want to hurt her more than necessary, and he fully intended to give her more pleasure than pain.
Cherry popping can sting, he knew. But Eric also knew that if one mingles pleasure with the pain, it can be quite exquisite.
He massaged her clit with his fingers as his penis poked into her pussy lips. Not deeply, just enough to prepare her and himself.
She was panting now, and writhing in anticipation. Her pussy was very wet, ready for him.
Eric firmly, slowly, allowed his prick to sink a little more than an inch, into the pussy opening.
"Ohh!"
Her spine tightened and she shivered. "Just relax the pussy for me, Denise!"
"Yes my master!"
He thrust gently, and another inch slid into her. The girl's hips began to roll gently, and Eric massaged her clitoris until her breathing became very heavy and her eyes rolled back in her head.
"Now!"
Eric thrust four inches of throbbing penis into her pussy. He felt the maiden wall. It was stubborn, and he had to pull back and thrust again.
"Yeeeoowww!" she let out, tossing her head from side to side, straining against the thongs as his penis penetrated her cherry.
"Ohhh Eric!"
His fingers made her clitoris glow, so that when the pussy began to sting with initial penetration, the sensation of pain was mingled nicely with the strong clitoral glow of pleasure.
Denise began do dance on his dick at once. For a virgin, he reflected, she certainly had a natural sense of how to receive his penis.
"Oh, that's sooooo nice!"
"Baby, that cunt is tight and hot!"
"Eric! Ohhh my master fuck meeeeee!" she hissed hotly, thundering under him now, bouncing her buns so hard and fast he had trouble staying on top of her.
Eric rode her with a steady pumping tempo, his fingers continuing to massage her clicker as his dick penetrated her again and again. "Oooooo OoOo!"
Sparks of pleasure crept into Denise's psyche, as her sexy moist carriage quaked and stormed, as her first experience in sexual penetration inspired her very first full-bodied orgasmic storm.
Girl cakes quivered!
"Denise, that pussy is soooo tight," Eric groaned, feeling his dick throb deep in the tight moist tissue of her pussy.
The blonde girl's hips were rolling gently as she squeezed Eric's throbber with her cunt muscles. It felt great to finally have a dick in her pussy!
This was it! This was what her body was for! She felt an intense rush of pleasure; so very strong and fiery that she wondered if she might pass out from the sheer impact of the passion that flooded her dancing carriage.
"Ohhhh Eric! Fuck meee!"
"Denise!"
Eric felt the pussy begin to spasm, and realized that the hot blonde under him was beginning to orgasm. She hissed, her pale swollen lips rising to reveal sparkly white teeth.
"Eric, I love having you inside meeeee!"
The girl's body was sweating now, and quaking with wild sexual spasms. Jolts of orgasmic joy made her long limbs quiver, made her spine tighten as the sparks shot through her nipples and clitoris. The pussy was on fire with sweet sexual glow.
"Ooo OOOOOO OooO OOOOOOOOOO!" She gasped and sputtered, the nostrils flaring as a hot shot of pleasure made her hips thrust up to meet the hot dick that was penetrating her.
Eric felt each spasm of her pussy tissue, and the heat and tightness triggered his own orgasmic fire.
Denise felt the dick explode, felt the hot liquid ejaculate into her moist body.
"Cum in meee! Oh my master cum in my cunt!" she implored.
Eric held on tight and continued to drive it into her, as his dick spurted hot sauce into her tight contracting cunt.
Their mutual orgasms peeked and passed, leaving the two of them out of breath, the weight of Eric's body resting lightly on the moist blonde. A layer of sweat made them seem like one animal. It was hard to tell where one of them ended and the other began.
Eric untied her. They lay on their backs, sharing a special roll of fine Virginia and Eastern 'shish. The skylight above them allowed a view of the sky's glittering jewelery.
"The stars are really out tonight," Eric said, passing the cigarette to Denise, who was still out of focus and pleasure-shocked.
He laughed at the sight of her glazed pretty blue eyes and blanked out expression.
"Funny?"
"Yes, Denise, very funny," he said, resting his head on the firm cones of her breasts and closing his eyes.
A pleasant breeze blew in off the ocean, drying their sweat and refreshing them. It was at moments like this that life really made sense, Eric reflected. At moments like this it all seemed worth it. All the pain and confusion of being alive; all the lunacy of trying to fit in to a world at constant cross-purposes.
Yes, certain things made life worth living. And Denise was the very manifestation of one of those things. Namely, female beauty.
They drifted off into a pleasant sleep. The next thing Eric knew, his organic alarm clock-the morning song of the seagulls-was vivid in his ears. He woke up slowly, then found himself painfully sitting up. The girl was still sleeping and she looked like an angel as he glanced over at her.
Eric bent down and kissed her left titty tip, which promptly hardened. The right nipple was next. Then he forced himself to get up and go over to the electric coffee machine, which he'd prepared the night before. He switched it on, and the scent of fresh drip coffee filled the small wooden construction.
He wondered if he should wake her up. Eric noticed a small amount of blood on the sheets, right between Denise's legs. He went to the bathroom and drew hot water, which he used to steam a washcloth. Eric washed her pussy and smiled at her when the dreamy blue eyes opened slightly.
"It's ok, Denise, you don't have to get up. I've got to go to work for a few hours. I'll wake you when I come back so relax."
"I smell coffee," she said.
"Yeah, want a cup?"
"Oh, yeah." She sat up, shaking out her head gently. She felt the warm glow in her cunt, and remembeerd what had happened last night.
"How do you feel, Denise?"
"Oh, I feel great, Eric. But I wish you didn't have to go anywhere. Do we have time for a little quickie?" She forced her eyes open.
"Baby, I'm afraid I have to book for a while. I don't want Jack to have a baby. But, look, relax. Don't leave. There's food in the fridge, and you can take in the sun on the rear dock. And I'll be back as soon as possible. You know that's true."
She smiled broadly.
Eric saw she was in a very good mood. He was glad. The infamous morning after could be tricky. As far as Eric was concerned, he was completely knocked out by the sweet little blonde beauty.
And he could see, she was more than pleased with him. Eric was tempted to pull out the cellular phone and call Jack. Make an excuse. But one look at Denise, and Jack would know exactly what was going on.
Jack had always been straight with him. He did not want to jive the man.
Besides, making some money certainly would come in handy. Eric's expenses were low, but he hadn't worked yesterday, and he took a few days off last week. So however reluctantly, Eric was going to work.
He kissed her goodbye, opened the door, and got on his cycle. Eric kicked off with his engineer boots, until he was on the wooden catwalk. Then he leaped on the starter, revved up the iron horse, and revved off into the real world.
Denise looked out the window, watching her knight in shining leather as he faded from sight. She sprawled out back on the bed. She noticed a handrolled cigarette in the ashtray, and lit it, took a few hits.
Denise got the munchies. She found some very interesting cake, and poured herself another coffee. Then she settled back on the bed, dreamily recalling the evening before.
She had an impulse to call Tish. Eric told her he kept a cellular phone in the dresser drawer. She located it and pulled out the antennaa.
"Tish, hey what's going on?"
"Well," Tish said, a bit miffed. "You could have called me. I've been worried shitless. Where the hell are you?"
Denise giggled. "Denise, I'm not a virgin anymore," she said softly.
Tish let out a yelp. "Yeeowww! I seeeee! Well, in that case, girl, I guess it's ok to make poor ol' Tish sweat it out overnight. I'm happy for you, Denise! That cute guy on the Harley?"
"Yeah!"
"Oh, what a hunk! Did you gobble him all up? Anything left for me?"
"What happened to your guy?"
"Oh, Bob! He was fun, and don't worry, I'm seeing him tonight. He would have hung out today, but he's a lawyer. He had to go and swindle someone. But we have a dinner date later."
Denise giggled. "Yeah, Eric had to go to work too. He works in the Harley repair place on Cross Bay Boulevard. He's going to try to get home early."
"And where's home?"
"Oh, he's got this neat house. It's a cottage up on a stilt platform over the marshes off Cross Bay. You look out the window at the ocean and Jamaica Bay."
"Really? Sounds cozy. Give me the phone number in case I have to get in touch with you."
Denise read the phone number off the phone, then excused herself. Talking to Tish was fun, but it brought her back to the world beyond the cottage, and she was anxious to remain in the private little universe that consisted of Denise and Eric, perched over the marshes in a timeless enchantement.
Denise was pleased that there was no television. She might have put it on, on impulse. Instead, she picked a book out of his considerable library, and walked out onto the terrace.
The book was "THONGS" by Alexander Trocchi. She'd never heard of Trocchi, but the title got her blood boiling. She took the green-covered Traveler's Companion book out onto the rear terrace, and sprawled on one of the outdoor chairs, sipping soda pop and taking in the sun.
The rear deck was really delightful. No one around. She could sun bathe without a stitch on, and that's exactly what she did. Give her a chance to get some sun on her titties!
* * * * *
"Hey Eric! I almost didn't expect to see you today, after getting a look at that blonde you had on your chopper yesterday."
"Oh man, Jack, I wouldn't do that to you. Where do you want me to start?"
In the next three hours, Eric installed a clutch in a Duo Glide, tuned up a Sportster, and changed all the hoses on a vintage Indian.
Jack had an old Vincent he was rebuilding, and asked Eric to work on the carb. It was hard to get parts for the old iron, and Eric knew it was important to Jack that the carb be taken apart and restored to perfection. It took the better part of two hours, but Jack accomplished it.
Then he and Jack pulled the engine out of a big shovel, and began rebuilding it. The shovel was in for a week, so they didn't have to finish it that day.
But they wanted to get a head start on knocking it out.
And they did.
It was two in the afternoon before Eric took a break. Jack came up and asked him what was going on.
"Ahhm, Jack, would you mind if I booked early today?" he asked.
"Eric, you already did more than most guys would consider a day's work. Go! Get back to that hot chick. But do me a favor and show up tomorrow. I'd like to finish the shovel and get back to my Vincent. I got a customer who's considering purchasing it and I want to nail the labor down so I can figure out what to charge him. Think you'll make it?"
Eric made the thumbs-up. "Jack, relax. You need me, I will be here."
"Good man."
Jack peeled off the usual hundred bucks, which was what he gave Eric every day, and shocked him with an extra fifty, which was a tip from a customer who wished to show his appreciation to Eric for doing some work on a very lean and clean '59 softail last week.
"Wow! I'm amazed. The guy seemed really tight with bucks," Eric commented.
"Well, only thing he loves more than money is his softail."
Eric laughed, tucked the cash in his jeans, and got on his Harley.
The cry of sea gulls and rolling ocean sounds was suddenly broken by the roar of Eric's Harley, and Denise, who'd been half asleep in the sun on the rear dock, popped up with excitement.
"Eric!"
She watched him pull up on the catwalk. He cut the engine and rolled the last ten yards and into the cottage, then kicked down the kickstand and got off.
"Eric! Oh, I missed you!"
"I haven't passed a moment without thinking of you, Denise," he let out.
They kissed. Deeply and passionately. Denise was hoping he'd pull her onto the bed and fuck the shit out of her.
"Baby, I have to shower. I'm all greasy and dirty from work."
"I don't care."
He laughed, backing off. "Tell you what, Denise. I'm going to shower quickly, while you get ready for your master's touch."
"Well, what should I do?"
Eric backed up to look at the lovely blonde. "Hmmm, well, how about this. Take a quick jog on the beach. I like my baby sweaty and out of breath."
Denise smiled. "Sure, Eric. Good idea!"
So Eric went to get clean, and Denise went to get sweaty, and twenty minutes later they were again locked in a hot kiss.
Eric's hands moved behind the tight girl body, cupping her rump cakes and enjoying the firm feel. The girl gasped, anxious to have her master's penis in her again.
"Eric, I love your touch."
"Hmmmmmm."
Eric was pleased. She was sweaty and moist, and out of breath. He loved the way her cone-shaped titties heaved when she was out of breath, and the feel of her moist skin when sweaty.
"Baby, you feel fine. Are you glad I took your cherry last night?"
"Oh, you know it! But Eric, were you pleased with me? Was I ok?"
"Stop fishing for compliments, Denise. You were absolutely great and you know it."
"How would I know? I have nothing to compare myself to. I don't have much experience in this realm."
"You are a natural, Denise. I get the feeling you are going to be a very great lover. You already are. You're the best."
"You're kind."
"Well, it's not too hard to be kind with such a beautiful woman."
Denise blushed. Being called a woman was a new thing to her. And yes, she had to admit, she was no longer a girl. She was a real woman now!
Denise felt great! How exciting and vibrant she felt. A woman! This was something she'd looked forward to all her life, and she was not disappointed at all. She wondered how she'd lived so long without enjoying the feeling of a man inside her.
"Are you going to tie me up, my master?"
"I'm considering it. Have you been a good girl?"
She looked puzzled. "What?"
He laughed. "I'm considering spanking my little girl. But, well, you haven't been naughty enough."
She smiled, catching on. "Oh but I have! I've been a VERY naughty girl."
Eric spun her around and pinched her butt. Then he sat down on a wooden chair and pulled her across his lap. He lifted her skirt. She wore no panties. Eric's fingers tested the tight shapely buttocks. His thumb moved along the cleavage of her ass.
"You've got a great figure, Denise. I love this hot little rump."
"Oh Eric!"
SLAP!
"Ouch!"
SLAP!
"Eric!"
SLAPPP!
The girl began to wriggle, as Eric beat a tattoo on her bitchcakes. His palm moved slowly but steadily, and soon the sweet round balls of her ass were taking on a red tone. Eric let loose again.
CRACKLE!
"Ouch!"
CRACKLE!
SLAP!
CRACKLE!
"OoooWwwwWwW!"
He loved the way her bitchcakes quivered under his palm. The taut rump was so adorable, and when he spanked her she squirmed, her body pressing on his hard prick.
Denise found herself oddly excited by the spanking. Her pussy was wet, and her clit was rubbing on his knee as she writhed and sizzled on his lap.
Soon he stopped, lifting her up and placing her on the bed, tits down. He pulled on her hips, lifting her rump up in the air.
"Ok, Denise, now I'm going to put it in that tight little butt."
"What?"
She was a bit shocked. She had no idea people could do such a thing. Would it hurt? Would it feel good? Was it something everyone did?
Curiosity caused her to remain silent and allow her experienced master to have his way with her.
Eric began by binding her wrists, then tying the thongs to a longer rope, which he connected to a hook on the wall. He then drew her backwards, so that her body was pulled taut, and again, perched up her cakes.
"Now I'm going to fuck that tight little butt, Denise. I want you to keep your ass high up for me."
"Ok my master," she cooed softly.
Eric's dick fit nicely into the cleavage between her cakes. He lubricated her crack, then began to press on the button of her asshole. "Relax that butt for me."
He moved his hand under her belly, then down under her and into her dewy delta. His fingers massaged her clitoris skillfully.
Denise began to moan with pleasure. Her clitoris was aglow with sexual desire as Eric's prick again pushed on the button of her asshole.
"Relax for it, Denise. Your master's prick is going into your ass now."
The blonde beauty relaxed her rump muscles, not resisting as he pushed into her.
Eric moved slowly. He'd lubricated his dick by rubbing it on her pussy. It was quickly covered with lube and pussy dew.
"Open for meee!"
"Ohh Eric!"
Eric's prick pushed into the blonde's ass. His dick glowed in the tight sweetness of her rectum. She was hotter than he'd imagined.
"Ohhh!"
The girl felt faint. Such a strange sensation! The pleasure emitting from her clit, mingled with a strange pain as he penetrated her rump.
The combination of stimuli was intense. That is, the pleasure in her clit was actually increased by the pain of rectal penetration.
"Lift those bitchcakes!"
"Yes my master!"
"Oh, that's tight Denise. That hot little buttocks was designed to please your master."
"Ooooo!"
Eric stimulated her clit with one hand, and with the other he scooped up the full sweetness of her breasts. The cones were moist and heaving, and the little pink titty tips were erect.
"Squeeze it for me, Sweetcakes!"
"Yesssss!"
The girl's face reflected the intensity of each thrust. Her lips curled up, showing the pretty white sparkling teeth. Her nostrils flared, her blonde brow arched and wrinkled with pleasure.
"Eric! Oh my master. I feel like you own me when you do that."
Eric felt her rectum tighten, and soon he knew he was over the line of control. He couldn't help comparing riding on Denise's rump with riding on his Harley. On the Harley it was important to remember who the boss was. The boss, was GRAVITY. And fucking Denise in the ass, it was also important to acknowledge the boss. Namely, FRICTION!
"Baby, you've got the tightest little rectum!" he groaned, throbbing deep inside her.
She felt his dick throb in her ass, and knew he was about to explode. He was massaging her clit so skillfully that she began to orgasm.
Denise's orgasm made her rectum go into a series of wild spasms.
"Ohhhh Denise!"
Her rectal spasms triggered Eric's orgasm, and soon he was spurting hot sauce into her body. The little rump squeezed his dick hotly, and each spurt made him wince with pleasure.
"Ohhhh I love when my master fucks my ass," Denise decided, expressing her feeling as it dawned on her. She shook with intensity as the exploding dick spunked into her tightest opening.
Eric's spurting dick twitched and throbbed in the blonde beauty's ass. It was a very intense orgasm, and when it ended, he felt himself out of breath.
Eric's weight came down on the girl's tight rump. His prick was still hard, still in her to the hilt. But it began to shrivel, and Eric pulled it out.
Jizz oozed out of her rump.
Eric did not untie her. Instead, he went and got a steamy washcloth and cleaned her off. Then he stretched out beside her and examined her sweetness with his hands and mouth.
Denise closed her eyes and enjoyed the way Eric touched her, the way he licked her. It felt so nice to be tied up, to be out of control with her master calling all the shots and making all the decisions.
Denise never knew taking a penis in her rump could be so pleasurable. She was learning quickly though. And she had the feeling he was correct. She was a natural, and with such a skilled master, she was on her way to being a very accomplished lover.
One for whom the mechanics of the act seem, somehow, to coalesce into a higher structure, an organized ecstasy that refocused the various exploding nerve endings and muscle spasms into a symphony of satiation, a carnal concerto playing to an audience of one-him. And a truly grand performance it was, too.
CHAPTER FOUR
Full moon Over Jamaica Bay. The marshes were lit up on this fall evening. The weather was beginning to get cold, finally. Indian summer was over.
Denise was pleased with the way her life was going lately, and didn't mind the end of summer at all. She had a great tan, and more importantly, she had a great lover! Eric was her lover and her master. He was the most important single factor in her young life.
Denise started college, and was enjoying the new term. Generally, she would be looking over the cute guys in her classes and dreaming about them. But this term was different. She was completely immune to the cute guys. They didn't come near her guy!
She'd been spending more and more time at Eric's cottage. They occassionally camped out in her Neponsit house. It was more luxurious than the cottage on the marshes. But the cottage was more charming and more tucked away, and somehow it was more theirs!
Tish, meanwhile, had moved into the guest room of the beach house at Neponsit. She was seeing a lot of Bob, and seemed totally enchanted with him.
Denise was pleased. She liked her new life, and wanted Tish to be as happy as she was.
Eric threw another log on the old wood burning stove and opened the window an inch. He liked to hear the ocean, even if it was a bit chilly in the cottage. Most of the people who lived on the periphery of the marshes packed it in as soon as winter's chill threatened. But Eric was determined to stick it out.
They could have camped out at Denise's house, which was also on the water, but was made of redbrick and much more solid. But Eric had become attached to his lifestyle, and was never much for being practical anyway.
Jack kept the Harley repair shop open all winter. They had a large indoor garage, and it was heated enough to allow work to continue. There was plenty of work. Lots of people waited until winter to have work done on their bikes, and then wanted everything finished in time for spring. So life went on, and Eric continued to make money every week.
Denise didn't seem to worry about day to day finances, and Eric learned one day, that she received a substantial allowance from her parents. She didn't speak about it with him, but he heard her on the phone with her father. A check was late.
Oh well, she was a kid, he mused, and a college student. He'd never gone to college, and had never been given a dime by his parents. But there was no resentment. She was lucky when it came to that. That's all.
In fact Eric felt good about himself. An interest in Harleys had led him to a situation where he could make a nice buck and enjoy his life without contriving an identity that had nothing to do with who he really was. He was blessed in a way, and he knew it. Many of his old friends worked in factories, in shit jobs that held no interest for him.
It was his fate to be born with a real understanding of engines, and in fact, anything that fascinated him presented a challenge that he usually reacted to by delving, exploring, learning.
The only concession either of them made to winter, was the little sports car Denise had taken out of her garage and kept parked by the cottage. It was a tiny restored English short. An old M.G., that had been completely re-built and mechanically restored to a concourse condition. Denise loved the little short. Although she prefered riding on Eric's Harley, it was nice to be able to sit in a relatively warm and comfortable cockpit when the weather got cold.
Eric liked the sports car too. It was fun to drive, and had a real spunky feel to it. He knew enough about cars to tune it up and keep it running lean and clean, which Denise appreciated. Most mechanics didn't know doodly about the old M.G., and did not have the patience to find out. Eric had already repaired a few minor things that were wrong with it. When he couldn't get parts he improvised. And when he couldn't find anyone to tell him what was wrong, he went to the library and found a book, or just experimented until he figured it out.
Eric was good with machinery, but he was even better at fine-tuning a woman's body!
Eric and Denise were cuddled on the bed, and Denise was observing the sky through the skylight glass. The stars were out, and the full moon gave the night a clearness she found exciting.
They slept in two sleeping bags that were zipped together, which gave them the ability to get very cozy and completely avoid the slight chill that would invade the cottage in the middle of the night when the woodstove's fuel was all but burned up.
In the mornings Eric woke first, threw some logs on last night's coals, and started the coffee. Then he'd get back in bed for a half hour. By then the cottage was warming up and the coffee had dripped.
A nice lifestyle, and completely atypical of people living in the boroughs of New York City.
Denise reached over and placed her hand on her lover's crotch. That woke him up quickly enough.
"Huh?"
"How come you wake up every morning with a hard dick?" she demanded teasingly.
"I don't know, baby, I guess because I'm a healthy horny guy."
She laughed. They ate a few grapes from the bowl that they kept by the bed, and shared a cigarette. Then Eric got up and lit the fire, turned on the coffee. When he returned to bed she was waiting for him.
Her pussy was wet.
They kissed, and he rolled over on top of his hot sweet blonde beauty.
Her legs opened immediately, and Eric felt her tiny hand guide his dick between her legs. She cupped her titties and held them up so he could tongue whip her nipples. Denise loved to watch her master suck her tits. He seemed to really adore her.
"Eric, are you going to give me a quickie before I have to go to school?"
"Well, I do have to get to work," he said softly, wanting her to beg him for it.
"Eric!"
He shrugged. "Wellll, ok, Denise, if you insist!"
She turned away, feigning anger, but he spun her around and again his dick was between her hot sweet legs, probing around.
Eric slid into her.
""Ohhh my master fucks me soo nice!"
"I love that tight little snatch, Denise."
She was learning how to be a really champion lover, and her sex machine lover let her know it.
Eric's throbber slid in and out of her cunt for a good fifteen minutes, due to his technique of slipping out before spurting, resting his prick between her butt cakes, then sinking in with renewed control.
But Denise had learned a few tricks. When he was resting in her rump cleavage, she would tighten her cake muscles. Tighten and loosen them.
"Denise, cut that out! Ouhh! Mmmmmm!"
Denise smiled to herself, as the hot dick spurted between her cakes, shooting pearls of hot sauce onto her back and shoulders.
"Eric, I love to feel your cum on my body!"
"HJmmmmm!" he moaned, looking down to watch the cum bath as it covered her sweetly freckled shoulders and the small of her back.
Eric wiped the cum off her with a steamy white wash cloth, and told her to get dressed before she was late. He offered to take her to campus on his Harley, which would cut fifteen minutes or more off the trip. But she insisted he not anger his boss, Jack, by being later than he'd already be.
"Oh, Denise, one thing," he said, as he walked her over the catwalk to where her car was parked. "Yes love?"
"We've discussed this, but never really acted on it. I want you to invite your friend Tish over tonight. I'm in the mood to expand our pleasures a bit."
"You mean I'm not enough for you?"
"It's not that. What a normal way to look at it. Whew honey, get over yourself!"
She smiled. Actually, she was not at all insecure with Eric. He made it perfectly clear that she came first in his life.
"If you really don't like the idea-"
"I'm sorry, Eric, I guess that did sound uptight and possessive. Of course I'll invite her. And knowing Tish, she will be more than happy to engage herself in any adventure you perscribe."
Eric smiled, then pulled her blue-eyed beauty to him and gave her a long French kiss, stopping just short of pulling her skirt up and boffing her goodbye on the catwalk. She held him back.
"Eric, I'll be late!"
"Denise, so will I!"
They laughed, and she turned around and got into her short. She started the engine and peeled out, careening along the pitted trail that led out of the marsh and onto Cross Bay.
Eric smiled. He had some time, actually, before he was due at work. He decided to take a shower and relax. He liked having her pussy dew on his jewels, but sometimes he got real dirty at work, and it was best to start the work day fresh.
Midway through his shower he felt the hot water getting cooler and cooler. The cottage was equipped with a heater for hot water, but it was not very big. A half hour shower would knock it out for a good hour. So he rinsed off and got out.
The wood stove was blazing, and he sat naked on the Persian rug Denise had placed near the stove to lounge on. It was nice having a female touch around the cottage. As winter settled in, Denise added a real warm charm to the place.
They'd considered her luxurious house in Neponsit. It was on the water, and very well-appointed. But Eric prefered the rustic simple cottage with the wooden slats leading to it, and the crude dock on the rear deck.
He loved the marshes. For one thing, once winter settled, everyone around him moved inland. Only a few hardline marsh dwellers remained.
Eric thrived on solitude.
As he got dressed, he reflected on what he'd asked Denise to do for him. He'd liked the looks of Tish almost at once. The hot strawberry titty tips, just about visible through her skimpy bikini, the full round titties! The long flowing slightly curly red mane and big green eyes! Tish was a real piece of ass!
The idea of commanding both of them at once, was really seductive. He would be firm with Tish. He'd spank her and tie her up and mouth train her!
According to Denise, that was exactly the sort of treatment that would melt her red-haired friend.
So let it be! His only question was why, why had he waited so long to insist on this? The answer was simple. He didn't really need anyone but Denise. Tish was a nice addition to his games, sure, but Denise more than covered Eric's lustful needs. The blonde beauty was more than enough for any one man.
Eric put on his leather jacket and jackboots, and hopped on the gleaming hawg. He kick-fired it and rolled out over the catwalk.
It was a windy morning, and he felt the chill that he knew would increase as he sped along. But it didn't bother him. It washed over her in a way he could only think of as refreshing.
VRooOOoOoOmmmmmmm! Eric popped the clutch and shot like a rocket, over the sandy trail. In seconds he was bouncing off the dirt and weeds, onto the smooth flattop of Cross Bay.
He twisted the throttle and the iron horse spurted ahead like an ejaculating penis!
Jack's face lit up when he saw Eric pull into the small lot.
"Hey Jack!"
Eric cut the engine and dismounted. Jack was all over him in a second, raging with excitement.
"Eric! Eric, we've got to get busy today. You know those guys from the East Village?"
"You mean the Ching'a'Ling guys? Sure, I know them. I mean, I know who they are. I've never really spoken to them or anything. Why Jack, what's on your mind? You look half-hysterical!"
"Only half?" Jack took a deep breath. "Well, ok listen to this. About an hour ago, two of m pulled in with this wild looking woman between them on a big Duo Glide. They all dismounted and approached, and I could see something was up."
"So?"
"So it seems this woman, her name is Mary, is one of the gang's leaders. I didn't know they had girls in their motorcycle club, but there you go. Anyway, she's racing another cycle tonight. Racing for registrations. She asked me to beef up her carburetion and tighten up her clutch so it wouldn't stick. Also, any thing that can be done to increase her odds would be appreciated."
"Well, I can think of a few things," Eric said, glancing at the big chopped Duo Glide..
"Good." Jack handed Eric ten crisp hundred dollar bills. "See these?"
"Sure!"
"If she wins the race, these are ours. If she loses, I think she might just go after us with a fuckin' blowtorch." Jack didn't look like he was kidding."
"Well, that's not exactly fair. We don't know what she's racing against, or what modifications have been done to the other bike."
"That makes sense. And as such, it's inappropriate to what's going down here. Eric, do ANYTHING to give Mary the edge in this race!"
"Oh, you got it. What about all the other work that has to be done today?"
"Fuck it! Get busy on the Duo Glide."
"Well, if that's what you want."
Eric wheeled the big-assed Duo Glide into the back of the lot, which faced the bay. He liked working near the ocean. It relaxed him, and he didn't mind the wind coming off the water.
The clutch was loose, so he started there. Next, he set the timing and installed new points and plugs. He had been taught years ago, how to maximize the carburetion on a big Harley, and he took out his tools and went right to work arranging the carb so that maximum gas-feed would be accomplished with minimum delay.
Then Eric took the big bike out onto Cross Bay, and gave it a fast test. The sucker was quick alright, but such a heavy bike might need real modifications to compete for titles.
Eric knew that these races were often the results of a challenge that one could not back down from. No one wanted to risk their bike. Usually, to a person in a cycle club, the Harley was a very important component of their identity. You risk the bike when you have NO choice.
Eric revved the sucker up to eighty, noting how smoothly the carb burned gas, how easily the freshly tuned engine responded to strainful acceleration.
But was it enough?
Back at Jack's, Eric took out his entire tool kit, and went to work on a few simple but esoteric modifications. Again, he'd been taught some fine gimmicks by the old guy that had served as his main instructor in the art of assembling customized Harleys.
Every trick he'd been taught was going to have to come into play now.
Four hours later, Eric took a break. "How's it going?"
"Jack, the only way this bike's going to lose, is if the bike she's racing has a rocket motor."
"You sure?"
"Bet on it!"
Jack made the thumbs-up, smiling.
"They're racing at sundown, on the old air strip out by Floyd Bennett Field. We're supposed to deliver the bike to them there."
"What?"
Jack shrugged. "A pain in the ass, but you know the deal, Eric, you don't argue with these people. If you do, they get nuts."
"Well, I do have plans for the evening, Jack," Eric said, not mentioning that he had two beautiful women lined up.
"It won't take long. An hour at the most."
It was a little after five when Jack closed up the shop, and they rolled over to the old airfield. Jack rode Eric's bike and Eric rolled the Duo Glide.
They had no problem getting into the old military base. The guard keeper had been bribed to let them right through, and did so without a whimper.
Eric squinted in the deepening twilight. There, on the field near the airplane hangers, were clusters of bikers. When they pulled up, a dark-haired woman of perhaps twenty-one, wearing leathers from head to toe, walked up and introduced herself.
"You must be Eric. I'm Mary, Eric. How'm my Duo Glide feeling tonight?"
"Like a winner, Mary," Eric said, twinkling with confidence as he noted how very attractive and sexy this Mary creature was.
The dark hair and sparkling black eyes were set into a smooth milky white complexion. She was big-boned, but not an extra ounce of fat anywhere. And her leather jeans and top were tight enough to allow the shapely figure to manifest clearly.
Big high breasts, long shapely legs, a tight waist, and very round womanly hips! Eric liked the looks of her. He liked the pearly sparkle of her smile, the big dimples that deepened as her dark eyes glinted.
She called him into a huddele. "How's the clutch?"
"Tight."
"Carb?"
"Lean and clean."
"Anything else I should know?"
"Hold first a few seconds beyond the red line. I've set it up so your engine can handle maximum strain. And when you shift, abbreviate the clutch.
Use it, but just the second you need it. I think you're going to find this bike raster than you imagine possible."
"Ohhh right!"
Enthusiasm caused her to hug her champion mechanic. "I heard through the grapevine that you were the man for this, Eric. Let me tell you, if I win this race, you're in for a real reward."
"Well, those crisp aces you left with Jack should cover the mark."
"I mean, a REAL reward!" Mary's eyes widened, and her pink tongue moistened her lips. "I mean something you will never forget if you live to be a hundred." She looked down at herself.
"Oh?"
Like what you see?" She parted her jacket, allowing creamy white cleavage to show. "Yessss."
"Well, it's all yours if I win. Say, a two-day ownership of the tightest bike you've ever ridden. Sound good?"
"Oh, Mary, that sounds like a whole lot of fun," he let out .
She smiled. "Give a kiss and I'll give you a prelude," she hissed.
He was a bit uncomfortable. What if one of those big bikers didn't like him kissing one of their women? Eric's pulse quickened as Mary's tongue slid into his mouth. She brazenly took one of his hands and slid it into her cycle jacket.
He felt the firm full tit. The tip was erect, and stood high off the bosom.
"Eric, if I win this race, I'm going to be your slave girl for two days. On top of the money. You think that's reward enough?"
"Oh, now, it'll do," he said casually.
She smiled. She cupped his jewels tenderly and moistened her lips. "I'll give you head 'til you're dead, stud!"
"Oh. Hmmmm."
Eric and Jack sat on some old oil drums, a few feet from where the Ching'a'Ling members were sitting. They were drinking beer and sniffing some kind of powder, which Eric took to mean that they'd detonate easily if something went wrong.
"Ahh, Jack, let's say she loses, what do we do?" Eric asked.
"Simple, Eric, we die."
GULP!
A few minutes later another group of cycles appeared, this one with a blonde girl in the lead. The blonde girl had a Duo Glide also, and Eric quickly realized how this challenge came to be.
"They're the remnants of the old Brooklyn Tiger's outfit," Jack said. "The chick on the Duo Glide is Cherry. She's the daughter of the club's founder, who died a few years ago when a truck whacked him out on Highway 101. She's sort of their leader now."
"A girl leader?"
"Hey amigo, times are changed. It's a whole new game out there. The Tigers are very low-visibility, but they're very caked up. I don't know from what. Nothing legal, that's for sure."
"I see, well, let's hope they didn't spend big bucks putting a rocket engine in that Duo Glide."
"It's more than the bikes on the line. Cherry insulted Mary. Mary didn't raise her voice, but challenged Cherry to this race for bike titles."
"Mary don't play."
"Yeah," Jack said, "and remember that if we loose. We're going to ahm, well, put it this way. I don't think she will take it well."
"Yeah, that's possible."
Cherry pulled her bike, which had a yellow gas tank and fenders, up alongside Mary's sparkling black iron horse. She cut the engine and got off.
The girls shook hands.
One of the men said, "Ride RAW!"
Suddenly the chant went up and spread through both clubs.
"RIDE RAW!"
"RIDE RAW!"
"RIDE RAW!"
Cherry was the first to respond. She tore off her cycle jacket and threw it on the ground. Then one of her men came up and helped her lift off her tight-as-flesh satin top. She was wearing a very skimpy black brassiere, which did little to hide the full white tits and tight belly. Then she sat sidesaddle while her man assisted her in removing her boots and leather jeans. She got back on the bike after sliding off her panties and flinging them to her club members, who fought over them.
Mary was not about to be outdone. She peeled off her jacket, her top, and wowed them all by the fact that she wore no bra at all!
Quick moving, Eric realized. He'd noticed a skimpy brassiere. She'd removed it with her top, so quickly no one noticed.
Mary had her boys help her with the boots and leather jeans, and saw fit to hand Eric her panties as soon as they were drawn over the long shapely legs.
"So that's what RIDE RAW means?" Jack muttered.
"Yeah, you got it now, Einstein."
The two clubs were not unfriendly, as they passed beer and reefers back and forth and made bets backing their own gang's bike.
Eric and Jack felt pleasantly excluded from the demand to cough up bucks to back your leadership. They sat their silently, watching the action as if it was a movie that had nothing to do with them.
Soon one of the girls from the Tigers got off her boyfriend's bike and picked up two red flags. She stood between the bikes, about twenty feet before them.
Mary and Cherry got on their Duo Glides and revved up the engines.
The silent night was broken by cycle thunder. One of the Ching'a'Lings gave a signal, and the airpstrip's lights were turned on.
"What?"
"Oh, a few of those guys are in the military. I guess they got the connections to do shit like that," Jack explained.
Eric suddenly felt uncomfortable. It was like daylight. Surely, anyone could see what was going on here. There was a motorcycle precinct on the other side of the Avenue. Now maybe they had no jourisdiction over what happened on the military base. But who knew for sure?
The bikes revved up to their red lines, and then the girl who was holding the flags waved and dropped them.
Revvvvvvvvvoooooooommmmmmmm!
THhhhhhhhhrmmmmmmommmoommmmmmm!
Both bikes were shot forward with more force than Eric was ready for. They were a blur of motion, staying together for the first fifty feet.
Then the dark bike, with Mary on it, hit second gear and it was like being shot out of a cannon! She took off, leaving the yellow bike and Cherry well behind.
Still, they had some riding to do. It didn't matter who started better, but who finished first.
Motorcycle thunder echoed through the wide open airstrip, as the two Duo Glides flew to the marker, made their screaming U-turns, and began to burn it straight out in the race to gain those last few inches.
Too much was at stake for safety or even sanity to be an issue at this split second in time, and Mary had the throttle locked open as she power-shifted to fourth gear! The big iron shuddered and boiled out.
Cherry had all the kicks out of her jams too! She was living on the red line as she struggled to maintain a profile alongside the dark iron horse.
But Mary had the edge. Mary'd had Eric tighten up her Finnigan Pin, and the Harley had that extra spark of peezazzle that makes the difference on the finishing line.
In fact Mary couldn't help but notice that it didn't even feel like her old bike anymore. Every hint of hesitation was gone! It was as if she was sitting on a giant spring that was wound so fuckin' tight it virtually demanded to spring out faster!
She held tight not touching the brake even on the bend, where the marked out raceway got narrow and hairy. If anyone was going to slow for the bend it would have to be Cherry, Mary thought, aiming dead into the most dangerous part of the way at full throttle.
Cherry almost got her front wheel up to Mary's rear wheel, but then Mary refrained from braking on a hairpin curve, and gained the three feet needed to give the impression of a leading edge.
Actually Mary knew those three feet were not definitive. It was entirely possible that Cherry had a trick or two up her sleeve and was waiting for the last straight.
The clusters of bikers drew tense. It was a three-time-around-the-course race, and anything could happen at any second.
The way they were taking chances, it was more than likely only one of them would finish this contest. All bets in and all action was on the line. And no one had any idea what it meant!
The last straight!
"Look at that yellow bike eeking closer and closer," Jack gasped.
"I really think Mary's going to blow her away, Jack, relax."
"But! But!"
"Shhh, chill out!"
It took place during the last hundred-yards. The two bikes were parallel for a few seconds, and then the yellow bike was a few inches behind, a few inches more, then a few feet.
"Wow! Eric, look!"
Eric's eyes turned to the straight just as Mary's gleaming dark dart revved over the finish line. Five seconds later the yellow Duo Glide flew across. Five seconds too late.
Mary had trouble stopping the sucker. She braked too hard and almost spilled, then regained balance and rode in a broad circle to accomplish deacceleration.
Cherry just kept going straight, and for a moment the Ching'a'Lings were afraid she was going to book. But then the yellow Harley circled back.
"You won, Mary!"
"Yeah, Eric, you are a magician. I want to know how you made my bike so fuckin' fast!" Eric shrugged.
Cherry revved up, dismounted. She handed Mary the papers and keys to her Duo Glide. "Good race," she mumbled softly.
"Thanks," Mary let out, trying not to sound too cheerful.
The bikers paid each other off with much swearing and jiving, and the Tigers revved off in bursts of Harley thunder.
"You're tha man of the hour, Eric. And I owe you one. For the next two days, I am yours." She turned to Jack. "I don't think he's going to work for two days."
Jack smiled. "Eric, take the days off." Jack handed him half of the thousand. "Some spending money, if she lets you out of bed long enough to spend money."
"Don't worry, I won't."
Jack laughed.
"Oh, Jack, would you keep my new yellow Duo Glide at your shop until I come up for air?"
"Sure Mary. Have fun."
"Ahh, I should warn you. I've got two women at home, and they're ahm-"
"Two! What a bull of a man." She sounded sarcastic, but he could not be sure from her tone. "You think they'll mind if you bring home another?"
"He smiled. "I think it doesn't matter. I'm the king of my castle, Mary. Follow me."
Eric rode over to the marshes, with Mary's big Duo Glide on his tail. He couldn't wait to see the look on Denise's face when she got a load of his new slave girl. Mary!
Mary brazenly followed him blindly right into the marsh path, right up to and onto the wooden slats of the catwalk and onto the wooden flat deck that surrounded the cottage. He pulled onto the rear dock and cut the guns, and Mary pulled up next to him.
From inside the cottage, it felt like an earthquake. Thunder and vibrating! The entire world suddenly shaking like a leaf on a tree!
"Oh shit! It's the end of the world!" Tish let out, leaping to her feet in a burst of animation. The green eyes widened in fear.
Denise was used to Eric's thundering entrances, but had to admit that something had been added. She had no idea what until feeling brave enough to look out the rear window.
There, outlined against the sea, was a dark-haired biker girl in leathers, getting off a large Harley.
"What the fuck?"
"What's going on, Denise?!"
"I'm really not sure, Tish!"
Eric walked in with Mary, and immediately demanded some coffee.
"Coming up," Denise said. She turned to the very sexy brunette and said, "please have a seat. Take off your boots. Take off your bra!"
Mary smiled. "Now that's a real woman," she said, sitting down, lifting her leg, and pointing from Eric to her jackboots.
"Well?" Tish butted in. "What are you waiting for? Help the girl out!"
"I just did. I helped her win a race. I helped her keep her Harley, and in fact she won another beautfiful Harley from the girl she was racing."
"Girl?"
"Wow!" Denise was delighted.
Eric turned his back on Mary and spread his legs, bending. He felt her left boot cozy up to his ass, as her right leg moved between his legs.
"Ok! Let's get that boot off, stud!" Mary yelped.
Eric grabbed the boot and pulled, while Mary's other boot pushed on his ass.
"Uuuuuuuuuuughhhhh-ahhh!"
The boot slipped off and Eric went flying with it, and Tish had to catch him with her soft womanly body.
"Thanks, Tish, " Eric said. He cupped her big breasts. "Nice bumpers!"
"Now the other boot!"
Eric returned to position. This time Mary's foot was not booted as it cradled his ass. Should make it less painful, he reasoned.
Mary's toes, which were wrapped in sexy nylons, curled under his crotch and massaged his jewels. "Oh, he's hard for us, girls!"
Denise broke out laughing, and Tish began to get into the wildness of what was inevitable, what was sure to be coming now!
"Uuuuuuuuu-ahhhh!"
The other boot slid off Mary's foot, and this time Eric did not go flying.
"Alright, here's coffee. Aren't you going to formally introduce us, Eric, and explain what's going on here?" Denise asked.
"Sure. Mary, this is Denise and Tish. Tish, Denise, this is Mary. She's won this race, see, and I fixed up her bike to do it. She's offered herself as my slave for two days, as a reward."
"Wow!"
"And Jack's given me the time off from work. He made some money on that race, and is showing his appreciation for a job well done."
Tish laughed. "That's great. You're going to age a few years in the next few days, Eric, but you should have fun doing it."
"My sentiments exactly," Mary said. She looked at Tish. And by the way, Red, I sometimes suck up pussy when I get bored."
Tish's green eyes widened.
It was Denise's turn to laugh. "Anyone want cream or sugar;
Mary excused herself, went outside and walked back in with her saddle bags draped over her shoulder. "This one has whips, lingerie, leather thongs, a ball gag, and some very sexy outfits. The other is where I keep my pot, cocaine, L.S.D., yohimbine bark, and CamCorder for taping complete lunacy."
"Wow!"
"It's the Boy Scout Oath! Be Prepared!" Mary said softly.
Laughter shook the cottage.
Eric rolled a thick cigarette and asked Mary to put the powders away. If she wished to indulge, she should do so privately in the bathroom.
"The other stuff, well, we'll probably use it all, Mary," he said, looking at Tish and Denise to make sure they were with him.
"Right on!" Tish said.
Denise smiled, nodding her approval.
"You're the boss, Eric," Mary said. "How can we begin to please you? Would you like me to exhibit the fullness of my slavery?"
Eric smiled. "Sounds good."
"What should I do?"
Eric thought a minute. He turned to Denise. "Turn the lights out and light the candles, Denise. And put some logs on the fire so we can open a window. It's going to get very hot in here."
"Sure, master," Denise said, signaling him that she was going along all the way.
"Tish, do you have a bathing suit with you?"
"Sure darling." She pointed towards her large overnight bag.
"Put on a sexy bikini and high heels. Stockings, garters."
"Yes master," Tish let out, reaching over for her bag and going into the bathroom with it.
"Mary, I want you to take off your leathers for us. But don't just rip them off. Dance for us," Eric said, switching on the stereo.
Eric didn't realize how qualified Mary was for the job. She'd been a go-go girl for a few years, and then a stripper in Los Vegas.
Mary knew how to excite!
The music made her bump her wide hips and jut out her titties, as she removed her leather jacket, her satin top, and her scimpy brassiere. The tits were full and white, and capped by hard little buttons that shook when she shimmied her shoulders.
She then peeled off the leather jeans, the stockings and garter belt, and finally the panties, which she tossed into the fire.
Eric sat back in his easy chair, poking on a hand-rolled cigarette. The fun was about to begin!
Tish was rubbing her crotch, as she emerged from the bathroom in a tight bikini.
Denise had set the stage, and slid into the bedroom to prepare.
Mary was buck naked, awaiting her master's next command.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Tish I Want you to lie on the couch," Eric said, liking the feeling of commanding Tish. He'd never even fucked her. This was totally new to him. But he knew Tish had been briefed by Denise.
Incredible how he could count on Denise!
Tish did what he suggested, sitting down on the couch and looking at him.
"Mary, let's see if you can get Tish excited," Eric suggested softly.
Mary looked at him, caught his drift, and settled into the couch beside Tish. Almost at once, Mary reached over and parted the redhead's legs, moving into position to perform some deep tongue-fucking of the redhead's tight snatch.
"That's right, Mary, I want that redhead to moan and sizzle!"
Mary parted the startled girl's legs and dug her face into the red curly crotch. She began licking the pussy lips gently at first, but as soon as Tish began moaning with pleasure, Mary began driving her tongue into the pussy.
Mary knew exactly how to excite a hot cunt. She let her tongue slide between the pussy lips, while her fingers played with the pink button of Tish's clicker! Mary rolled the button lightly in her fingers.
"Oo OOOO OOOO!"
"That is the way, Mary! Lick that red pussy!" Eric gasped, feeling his prick throb.
Suddenly Denise came out of the bedroom, wearing the clothes that she knew excited Eric. She had on little girl's clothes. Something like a school uniform. The pleated plaid skirt, the white blouse. Her hair was in two pig-tails, which made Denise look like she was sixteen. She had on a bit of trashy make-up. Dark liner, blue shadow, and a splash of red lipstick. She looked like a naughty little girl on her night away from strict parents. Perfect. Eric's throbber gained a few inches as Denise walked up to him.
"Denise, you can suck my balls while I watch Mary work on Tish," Eric said, taking her chin in his hand and giving Denise a wet French kiss.
Eric led her face down between his legs. He kicked off his jeans and allowed his blonde beauty to scoop his balls up and let her tongue tickle them.
"In your mouth, Denise!"
Denise lifted the balls and rested them on her lips. She knew she was going to leave lipstick on his balls, and the thought made her smile.
"Take'm in!"
Denise opened wide, and the big hairy sacs slid into her moist mouth. She whipped her tongue over them, feeling his throbber glazing her smooth creamy cheek.
Eric rubbed his dick on her face as the blonde beauty sucked his balk.
"Ooooo YesssssSsSsSsS!"
Eric looked over at Tish, who was now sweating and gasping, her big tits heaving as Mary tongue-fucked her to the brink of orgasm.
Mary had the redhead's rump cakes in her palms, and was holding the hot red pussy to her lips, wiggling her tongue inside the tight snatch.
Tish was on fire. Nostrils flaring, breasts heaving, the green eyes rolling in her skull. Tish's spine tightened and she shuddered in orgasmic sparks as the dark-haired biker bitch continued to tongue-fuck her.
"Ooo OOOOOOO OoOo oOoOOO!"
Eric looked at the scene before him and throbbed, letting a few pearls ooze out of his dick. He rubbed them onto Denise's cheeks.
"Did Tish like the idea of joining us?"
"You kidding, Eric? Right up her alley. And so's this new little wrinkle you've added."
"Mary?"
"Uhh hmmm. Mary!" Denise smiled wickedly. "You're getting away with something aren't you Mister?" she asked playfully.
"Meaning?"
"Three girls! When do I ever get three guys?"
"Fat chance."
"Well, see what I mean?"
"All I see is that when your pretty mouth isn't sucking my dick it's talking," he grunted. "Now get to work!" He moved back, sliding his balls away from her lips, then moved towards her and fed his prick into her mouth.
"Take it deep Denise. The whole thing. Deep-suck that dick, baby!"
"Ohmnmnmhm!" she groaned, as Eric began fucking her mouth. He held her ears and controlled the motion of her head, so that he could slide his dick in and out of Denise's moist mouth.
"Suck it baby!"
Denise looked up at him. His attention was diverted, between her sucking and the action going on nearby upon the couch.
Eric caressed her tits as he fucked her mouth. He pumped her steadily but not hard, wanting her to use her tongue on the upbeat, as he'd taught her.
Denise was becoming great at this! She'd been taught to give head like a true slave girl, and was proud of her skill when it came to pleasing a man.
"Ohmmm!" he let out, as her hot tongue fluttered over the tip of his shaft.
"Curl around me, Denise. Bring those pretty legs up here," he demanded.
Eric liked to watch her suck as he stroked her long shapely legs and fondled her cone-shaped titties. He tweaked the nipples tenderly between his fingertips. The cork-tips hardened so nicely!
"Ohhhhh!" Tish let out, causing Denise and Eric to turn and watch her as she went into a series of spasms, as orgasmic heat sparked through the redhead's body. Limbs quivered, nostrils flared, her breasts heaved hotly.
All the while Mary continued tongue-fucking the moist redhead.
Soon the redhead gasped and collapsed, spent and exhausted. The titties continued to heave nicely, but Tish was not moving lustfully anymore. She was just lying there. Dizzy!
Mary looked up. "What can I do for you now? she asked Eric, wiping pussy dew off her lips with her backhand. She looked at Denise. "Want me to inspire her while she gives you head?"
"Yes, Mary. Come over here."
Mary got between Denise's legs, and before the blonde could protest, Mary let her tongue flicker over the pink clicker.
Denise let out a sigh an opened her legs wide. "All yours Mary," she let out.
Eric smiled, nodding to Mary to go down on the blonde. He returned his attention to Denise's lips, which were sliding hotly over his throbber.
Eric noticed that it really inspired Denise, to have Mary lick her while she was giving him head. It made the blonde beauty slip her lips up and down on him with utter abandon.
The pig-tails were now loose, and the pleated skirt was up around her waist. Denise looked wild, her tanned body glistening with sweat. She moaned and groaned as the dark-haired beauty tongue-whipped her.
Meanwhile Tish had recovered, and was crawling up to Mary, parting the dark-haired biker girl's legs, and lapping on her snatch.
Mary's excitation was projected into tongue action, which made Denise's mouth go wild on Eric's pulsing pecker. He groaned as the blonde girl slid up and down on him, her tongue going wild on his shaft!
Eric accomplished enough detachment to watch the three of them work up into a frenzy. This was going to be the orgasm of his life, he decided, with three servile beauties there to share it with.
Eric decided a cum bath was in order. But first he let them bring each other off.
"Oooo OoOoO OOOOOO!!!"
"MMmmmmmmmmmMmMmM!"
"YyeeeeSSSSSsssssSsSsSsSsss!"
Mary came first, closing her legs around the redhead's cheeks and jerking her lower torso in a series of wild spasms. Then Denise, driven wild by Mary, began to spasm in frenzied orgasm. That of course, was too much for Eric.
The first hot drops landed in Denise's mouth. But Eric quickly jerked his throbber out, held it in his fist, and aimed it at the girls.
"Mouth open Tish!"
Tish looked up, mouth open, receiving droplets of jizz on her lips and tongue. She was gasping, the pretty breasts heaving, and Eric felt them with his hand as he brought his ejaculating dick over to where he could spurt on Mary.
"In your mouth, Mary!"
The dark eyes twinkled. Mary opened her mouth wide and hot spurts of jizz landed on her tongue. Eric spurted a few pearls on Mary's tits, then brought it back to Denise. Denise caught most of the cum bath, as he drew his pecker up to her cheek and held it there.
Denise felt the hot cum on her chin and lips, dribbling down onto the tops of her titties.
Eric gasped, overcome with pleasure. The orgasm ended, and he fell to the couch.
Eric, miraculously enough, fell into a light doze.
"Eric!"
"Ahm, let him be a while," Mary suggested. "He's had a very rough day." She smiled. "If he didn't save my hike for me, I would have cut his balls off."
"Wow!" Tish let out, fully believing the dark-haired biker girl.
"You're really a biker, hey?" Denise said softly, her blue eyes wide in puzzlement.
Mary chuckled. "Most well-bred girls have trouble with that," she confessed. "After graduating from Princeton, I had to face the fact that those baggy-slacked preppy boys bore me to distraction!"
Denise and Tish gasped with laughter.
"I traded in the Lagonda Daddy gave me as a graduation present, for my Harley Duo Glide. The Lagonda sold for fifteen-hundred-thousand, and the Harley was a mere fifteen. So I took what was left and lit out on my own. That was, oh, I guess three or four years ago. I hit Brooklyn on my own Harley, with sharp leathers and a real attitude problem. I was wild."
"And how did you get mixed up with the Ching'a'Ling?" Denise asked.
"I had a boyfriend in the gang. Couldn't really keep up with me but he gave it a shot. I ended up being the first girl to lead a squadron. The Ching'a'Lings have ten branches on the East Coast. Each branch has at least two squadrons. Some branches have five or six. The Boston Ching'a'Ling has seven squadrons. Each has from five to a dozen men. Ahm, people."
"That's right!" Tish cheered.
"Fuck men!" Denise replied.
"So the Brooklyn branch has three squadrons. I'm the leader, or the capo, of the girl's squadron. See the laughing skull in the tophat on the back of my cycle jacket? That's my squad. They all have the laughing skull. Only mine wears a tophat."
"Hey neat!"
"Cool!"
"It's fun," Mary said. "I'm only slightly bored with that shit. See, I'll tell you girls something. Kicks are fun, but once you do them, it gets repetitive. How many times can you fly around a curve on your Harley before the whole thing gets ho-hum?"
"Gee!"
"I don't know."
Mary, the wise old twenty-three-year-old, shrugged. "Well, maybe a dozen times. On the other hand, a man's pulsing pecker is ALWAYS exciting. The point is, it's nice to have a Harley throbbing between your legs. But it's ahm manditory to have a man's prick throbbing between your legs. It's nature. It's biology. It's not easily avoided. So girls, don't envy me. You've got your gearshifts. Use them."
Tish and Denise cackled and guffawed wildly at that. They liked this wild gypsy bike girl very much, and were glad that Eric had thrown a wrinkle into their kinky party plans.
They decided to let Eric rest a bit. Denise led them out to the deck overlooking the ocean. She lit candles and incense sticks, and they sat down in the outside furniture, talking about what Eric would want from them when he woke up later.
"So you're with us for two days, Mary?"
"Yeah, that's the deal we made. Eric's really studly, so I offered him my body as reward."
"And he liked that!" Tish let out.
Mary shrugged.
"Did you really go to Princeton?"
"Oh yeah, scholarship. I was the only one there who wasn't rich and well-adjusted. I didn't like it much, although I got good grades and had a good time freaking people out."
"Did you wear leathers?"
Mary chuckled. "Girls, I was a terror. Not like now. I'm older. I've quieted down."
Tish rolled her eyes, and Denise laughed.
Eric woke to the smell of sweet moota. He opened his eyes and saw that he was alone in the cottage. The girls were out on the rear deck, talking softly. He smiled. He was in no hurry now that he knew what was going to be coming at him.
That Mary! She was a real piece of ass. And so grateful for his act of beefing up her Harley. He had the feeling Mary would do anything to please him at this point. Well, he'd sure test that theory.
Eric heard a Harley fire up, and looked out the window. Denise and Mary were on her Harley, getting ready to take a ride. It was a bit cool out there for being in the wind, but what the hell, he decided, if they wanted to have some fun.
As they peeled away, Tish came in. She was still wearing the bikini with stockings, garters, and high-heeled fuckMe shoes, but she had a fur coat tossed over her shoulders.
"Eric! You awake?"
"Yeah, I just needed a nap. What's going on?"
"They took a spin."
"What do I smell?"
"Some fancy smoke that Mary brought. From the tropics. Want some?" She held up a half-smoked cigarette.
Eric took a few deep tokes, feeling his head register almost at once. He exhaled slowly. He hadn't been alone with Tish, and was happy for the chance to see how the two of them would hit it off.
No problems expected. They liked each other. Still, you never knew what was going to happen until it happened when it came to human interaction.
Eric and Tish sat on the couch hitting on the cigarette and chatting intimitely.
"I recall the day she met you, Eric. Denise was a virgin, so timid."
"Yeah, but she came alive."
"I had to beg her to walk near you. She didn't know you were staring at her. When I told her, she said I imagined it."
Eric smiled. "So you were promoting our meeting?" he said.
"Oh yeah, I wanted her to get rid of that cherry of hers, and get on with her life." Eric laughed.
"Well, thanks, Tish, you really helped. She sure was shy at first. She opened up like a flower. All of a sudden we were fucking our brains out and she was right there. I didn't have to struggle with her either."
"Ohh, she was ready."
"Yeah, she was ripe and ready."
"Eric, I feel funny sitting here in a bikini," Tish said self-consciously. "We hardly know each other."
"Well, take it off."
Eric reached around the redhead, letting his lips touch hers as he unhooked her bikini top. He peeled off the bikini top, exposing the big strawberry-tipped breasts. They were very full, and yet they sat high on her carriage, perky and high!
"Tish, you're straight up pussy, Red."
"Think so?"
"Oh, bring it to me."
Eric moved his arms around her and drew her near. Her big tits pushed against his chest.
"Hey Tish, as long as we're alone for a while, let's get to know each other."
"Sure Eric."
He kissed her, drawing her back and mounting her by sliding between her legs. Eric cupped the redhead's high butt cakes. He drew her pussy lips apart with gentle fingertips, and brought his dick up to her clit.
The redhead softly humped, rubbing her clit against Eric's hot throbbing dick.
"Oh, that's a nice firm prick!"
"You going to take it in that tight snatch for me?" he asked softly.
"Oh yessss!"
The redhead wriggled, and Eric's throbber slid into the lips of her snatch.
"Mmmmmm, fill me up!"
"That's one tight little pussy, Red."
Eric slid into her, then lifted her legs so he could admire the shapely stalks. He loved the redhead's legs. They were elegantly freckled, and well-muscled. So smooth and endless. He noticed her tiny feet and itty-bitty toes. He'd nibble on them later and knock her out, Eric decided. But for now, it was time to boff her red pussy.
"Roll those hips!"
"Ohhh Ericccc!"
"Mmmmmmm, baby, those big tits bounce so nice. Scoop'm up and feed them to your man."
"Oh Yesss!"
Tish loved having him nibble on her titty tips. She cupped her big knockers and held them together so his tongue could slide from one to the other as he caressed the round firm bosom.
Eric throbbed in her cunt.
"Want me to show you how I suck cock?" she said.
Eric smiled. The redhead handed him a dildo that had been in Mary's bag. Eric accepted it, and held the tip to her lips.
"Show me baby. Take it between your lips and let me see your tongue on it."
She squeezed him with her pussy muscles, while giving him a show with her tongue. Tish liked it when a man watched her suck and fuck. She saw sex as a performance. Never, ever did you have a man's attention the way you did when you were fucking him.
"Tish, those big knockers are great, baby. I'm going to fuck those big knobs."
"Yes my master."
Tish felt him throb in her pussy. She began squeezing him in response to his downbeats. Every thrust brought a squeeze, until Eric's penis began to pulse in terminal heat.
She kissed him, pushing her tits against him and massaging his balls with her palm.
He began to spurt into her.
"Give it to meeee!"
"Tishhhh!"
"Give me that hot cum, Eric!"
The woman contracted her cunt around his ejaculating penis, and Eric gasped as he watched her moist sweating body dance on his dick.
With her big green eyes on him, Eric orgasmed into the tight pussy. The redhead was wriggling and squirming under him as he pumped her snatch.
Eric's fingers spread around the rumps of her ass, and he lifted her pussy goodness to his pumping pecker. The redhead's body was light, dancing, moving in a frenzy as he dug his dick in her pussy to the mad tempo of a song on the radio.
"Oh feed it to me!"
"Hmmmm!"
The redhead's big green eyes rolled loose in her head, and her nostrils flared wildly. The big tits heaved. The hips were alive, rotating slowly but steadily.
"Oooooooo!"
"Mmmmmm baby!"
The redhead's lips covered Eric's, and her tongue danced in his mouth. Their orgasmic heat mutually erupted, causing them to sputter and storm in spasms of lustful release.
And then they were still, relaxing in a warm afterglow, sharing a cigarette in the near-dark.
"Where did they go?" Eric asked, after realizing that Mary and Denise had been gone for a few hours.
Tish shrugged. "Take a ride. They said something about going on the Cyclone."
"Coney Island?!"
"Yeah, pretty wild, hey?" Tish looked away. "So hard to imagine she was a little virgin as the summer was ending. Baby, look at her now!"
"Hungry for thrills!"
"Yeah, well, even I have been known to seek some ahm intense stimuli."
"Oh, even you?" He chuckled. Well, I hope Mary's good with someone on the bike behind her. She's got precious cargo."
"Don't worry, Eric. Denise will be fine. And you need some rest anyway."
"Huh?"
She pointed to his sticky dick, which was limp against his leg. "Oh!"
"Lie down a while. I'll wake you when the girls come back."
"Ok, fine."
He spread out on the bed, then called Tish in and told her to lay down so he could use her tits as pillows. Tish smiled, liking the idea.
CHAPTER SIX
Mary Smiled as Denise clutched onto her in the turn. The Harley vibrated hotly between the girl's legs as they revved through the Brooklyn night.
There was a line of cycles lined up outside Nathans Famous to change your mind."
"Let's go!" Denise let out.
They parked the hawg and filtered onto the line, then comandeered a car on the cyclone. The first car!
"This should be wild!"
"If you're going to lose your lunch, lean over the rail," Mary warned.
"Well! Have some confidence!"
Mary smiled. "You'll be fine."
They settled in on the Cyclone. "After riding on your bike with you, this should be pretty tame."
"Oh, we'll see about that!"
The big iron snake shuddered and took off, and Denise held on tight as they climbed a high mountain of track. The cars got over the top, and sat still for a few seconds before careening wildly down!
"EeeeeEeEeEeEEEEEeeee!" Denise let out.
Mary was perfectly silent, as they took big bites of wind on the way down.
The Cyclone rolled along thundering through a comparitively gentle section of track, and then back up to the steepest part.
"Again!"
"Hold on, Denise!"
Down they went. This time Denise was more in control as she gripped the railing and held herself together. She was thankful they hadn't bothered with dinner yet, or it would have been a messy affair.
When the Cyclone returned to earth they were both shaking a bit, but giddy and somehow pleased. And getting on the Harley seemed relatively tame after being tossed around like a sack of shit.
"Well, let's get back to the stilt house," Denise said. "Eric's probably wondering where we are."
"He's probably teaching Tish how to give him head," Mary ventured.
"Oh, Tish sort of knows how to do things like that," Denise chuckled.
The big Duo Glide revved back to the Cross Bay house, and soon they were careening off the flat top onto the sand and dirt trail that went to the catwalk.
Eric heard the cycle thunder and woke up, but he remained in bed. He was tired from the hard day and the equally hard but rewarding evening he'd spent.
He rolled over and did the unthinkable!
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Hours later when Eric came too, the little cottage was filled with sleeping pussy. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't dreaming, or dead and gone to heaven.
Thanks to a raging fire in the woodstove, they'd all seen fit to sleep relatively raw this evening. Mary was on the couch, wearing only her leather jacket which was around her torso. The fine breasts were visible.
Tish and Denise were similarly half visible, Denise on her bed and Tish on the rug before the fire stove. Warmest spot in the place, and Tish probably picked it, he realized, so she could sleep without a shred of clothing. Her lovely strawberry-tipped titties were ascending and descending with her breathing as she lay on her side. The buttocks was completely at his disposal, and Eric had a strong hunch that he should take advantage of that freckled rump cake right now!
"That's what it's for," he said softly, moving into position.
"Tish, wake up honey. Tish, your butt signalled me and it needs some attention."
"Huh?"
Eric slid back. She was in a deep sleep, and he'd decided to have some serious fun. He looked around him. They were really out of it. And he found out why after a little examination.
"Alcohol and hashish!" The ashtray was full and the booze bottle was empty!
"Hmmmmm," he said, as mischief lit up his handsome face and made him jump into action.
He knew that Denise was a strong sleeper, so he started with her. He sprawled her on her bed and quickly lashed her ankles and wrists to the four corner posts. Tish was next. He tied her wrists together and then tied them to a longer rope, which was attached to one of the legs of the wood stove. Then he drew her down by pulling her ankles, tied them tightly, and attached them to a longer rope, which he drew across the room and tied to one of the building's support beams.
That left Mary.
"Ahhhmm!"
"Mary!"
"I've been awake a while, watching you. I'll make coffee," she said, winking.
"Oh, yeah, sure," he said. He'd been about to put Mary in bondage, but she had a point. Who'd make him his coffee if he did that?
"So tell me, Eric, how'd a stud like you arrange to have two bitches?"
"Well, Denise is the girl I live with. Tish is her friend."
"I see. I'd say she's your friend too." Eric shrugged. "That's a new development. You're pretty nice to have around yourself, Mary."
"Thanks."
"A woman who handles a hawg like a man. I'm impressed. That's not all you handle well, either."
"Practice."
"Yeah, I'll bet on that."
Mary dripped some dark French coffee without mentioning she'd put a sprinkling of powdered hashish in the filter to beef up the flavor and mellow out the kick. She turned and looked. Eric hadn't noticed.
"Coffee Eric."
"Thanks. Let's go out on the dock and wait for the girls to wake up and realize what's going on," he said softly.
"What are you going to do to them?"
He shrugged. "A little spanking maybe."
"Spanking? Look in my bag, darling. Get out one of my whips if you want them to remember this. Look, Eric, why go half way with this shit?"
He smiled. "You are a piece of work, Mary."
"Yeah, well, want some more milk in your coffee?" she asked, cupping her tits and offering them to her hot young stud.
They bundled up and walked out on the rear dock. The dawn was just about to crack, and Eric liked being outside if he was awake.
"When I first moved to the stilt house, I was always on the rear dock at dawn. It's so beautiful the way that big orange ball emerges over the water."
"Yeah, I love sundown and sunup," Mary said softly, sipping coffee.
"Hey this coffee's fortified."
"Hashish."
"All right!" Instead of sipping he began to gulp, then went in to refill his cup.
Mary chuckled. For a guy who saw himself as basically sane, Eric was a lot like her biker friends. He lived for the second he was in! Lived for the moment!
Eric smiled at the sleeping redhead. She had no idea how very at-his-disposal she was at the moment. Since he'd done this to Denise a few times, it was Tish's reaction that would be extreme, he decided.
Tish might have experimented with a little bondage, but next to Mary she was a baby. And so was Eric, actually. So it was a good thing Mary was on the scene, he decided. She was there for a reason. To kick this party into high-gear and get the lead out!
Mary was sitting in one of the outside chairs smoking a handrolled, to kick in her coffee. She handed it to Eric, and he took a few deep hits.
"Strong!"
"You bet. So tell me Eric, what's the attraction of living on the marsh? Must get cold in the winter and humid in the summer."
"Yeah, well, the City gets on my nerves, and this is the closest I can get to being in a situation that allows for some solitude."
"Solitude!?"
"Yeah, I like to just kick back without anyone around to voice an opinion on my lifestyle. You know how it is when you live with people around you. Say, your lifestyle is sort of tribal. How do you handle that?"
"Well, it would be hard, except that I'm the boss. Or one of them."
"You rule the Ching'a'Ling?"
"No, just my squadron. It's fifty-fifty, girls and guys, and I like being the boss. It's really a lot of fun to snap your fingers and watch people rip off their butts and do what you wish. You should try that, Eric, it's great fun."
"Like being a corporate executive maybe."
"Hmmm, well, I guess."
"I could see you cracking the whip on a bunch of working popcorns. Making them dance for their weekly paycheck and benefit package."
Mary had a good laugh at that. "Imagine working like that?" she giggled. "Don't they know it's a welfare state? Did somebody forget to tell them?"
"Oh, it's ahm, pride."
"Pride. Kill you quicker than whiskey," Mary said, feeling the smoke going to her head.
"Well, I work full-time at the Harley Repair you know, Mary?"
"Yeah, but that's on Harleys. I'd pay to work on iron horses."
"See, that's the trick. You do something that really turns you on, something that fascinates you, and it's not really like working. It's fun. It's identity. It's something you want to do."
"Wow! Guess you're right."
"Ahh, but enough philosophy. I needs me some hot snatch."
Mary laughed.
They walked inside. Mary took an ice cube out of the fridge, and told Eric to watch. She stood over the redhead, who was still sleeping and didn't know she was bound yet. Mary winked.
She bent down and touched the ice cube to her nipple, ever so gently.
"Yy y y yoooowwww w!" Mary jumped back.
The redhead's big green eyes popped open, and she immediately struggled with the lashings that held her body taut.
"What's going on here?"
"You're awake?" Mary said, touching the ice cube to her other nipple.
"Oooooo!"
Tish's moist frame quivered as the hardened buttons shook and danced on her heaving tits. Mary winked at Eric, handing him the ice cube. "Hey!" Tish yelped. "Relax, Red, this is fun."
"Why am I tied up?"
"Well, for my amusement," Eric said softly. Then he touched the ice cube to her neck, ran it down over the small of her back, over her hips.
"Look at those goose pimples!"
"Yeah, freckles and goose pimples!"
"Keep it up," Mary said. "She quivers so nice!"
Tish hissed from the cold, her lips rising to reveal pearly white teeth. She closed her big green eyes and squinted in near-shock as the ice cube traveled down over her inner thighs.
"Eric please!"
"Baby, that's very mild next to what's coming," Mary said, handing Eric one of her whips.
The redhead's eyes opened wide. "What is going on here? What are you going to do with that?"
"Practice," Mary said.
"Just a little tanning, Red," Eric let out, pinching and tweaking the hot buttocks and breasts.
The redhead winced and moaned. She'd been sleeping. Her body was moist and tender. This was the last thing she expected.
"She's not cooperating, master," Mary commented, stirring up the pot.
"Oh?"
Mary tapped his hand, and when he turned, she shoved her whip in his palm. "I think the redhead needs some training, Eric."
Eric smiled, walking around Tish and fondling her at will. When he was facing her cakes, he brought the whip back and crackled it in the air above her butt.
"YooooWW!"
Mary and Eric laughed. The whip hadn't touched her yet. Just the idea of it was enough to get her going wild for them.
Eric crackled the lash over her cakes again, just to watch the redhead's body contract in anticipation. And again, her body quivered although the lash didn't even touch her.
"You're going to have to strike her butt to really warm her up," Mary said.
"Yeah, I guess."
"The bitch is cold, Eric! Warm her up!" Eric smiled. Mary really knew how to play this shit. He drew the lash back and crackled it again, only this time he made contact. CRACCCKKK! Butt cakes quaked! CRACKLE! " Yoooow wwwww!" CRACK!
Eric stepped back and admired the slightly red balls of her ass. The redhead had a great rump. Not exactly small, but so well-formed and taut!
CRACKL!
"Ooooo!"
CRACKLE!
"Ohh, that bitch dances nice, Eric. Let me try a few shots with the whip."
"Hey Mary, take it easy or you're next and Tish gets the whip!"
That did it! The perfect thing to say. Mary handed Eric the whip.
"Maybe I got carried away, Eric," she said softly. "The redhead's had enough."
"Oh, how thoughtful," Eric said sarcastically.
"Well-"
"Mary, I want you to rub some body oil on Tish's tush. And make sure you don't hurt her or I'll whip your butt until you're crying."
"Yes, my master," Mary said in a soft tentative voice as she reached for the body oil.
Tish, at this point, was on the verge of passing out from pain. And yet, there was an odd glow in her clit and pussy. Yes, there was something exciting about the intensity of the lash.
This was relatively new to Tish. It really turned her on. Although if you looked at her at the moment you would not know it.
"Careful!" Eric said.
Mary had the body oil on her palm, and moved very tenderly as she rubbed the oil on the redhead's buttocks. Tish quivered.
"Alright Tish, you can relax now," Eric said soothingly. "No more whipping."
Tish was sobbing softly. The whole thing, as exciting as it was, proved to be real trauma for her.
Eric wiped the sweat off her flesh, the long legs and smooth carriage, as Mary rubbed oil on her buttocks. He noted that Tish's attitude was changing. She liked all the attention.
"You know, the thing to do with a freshly-whipped rump, Eric, is to ahm, penetrate."
"Oh?"
Mary winked.
"I like it. Help me untie Tish, Mary. Lay her on the couch. Tenderly."
"Of course."
They handled Tish with loving care, rubbing oil on her wrists and ankles as soon as she was loose.
Then they tenderly laid her on the couch.
"Ok, Mary, make sure she's on her belly. Put some pillows under her ass to lift it up for me. Move, Mary, get on with it!"
Mary was enjoying this, and wanted to watch. She slid pillows under the girl's butt.
"Alright Tish, now keep that butt loose for me," Eric said, mounting the redhead.
He brought his hand under her belly and began to massage her clitoris and pussy, to mingle the shock of penetration with pleasure.
"Oooooo!" Tish let out, her green eyes rolling with pleasure. After the whipping, pleasure seemed to intensify strongly.
"You're at the gates of Hell, at the doorway to Pleasure," Mary said, her voice shaking oddly. She turned to Eric and nodded towards Tish's shapely buttocks, which her fingers were holding tenderly parted.
"That's very good Mary," he said, mounting the redhead slowly, allowing Mary to guide his penis to the button of Tish's asshole.
Mary played with Eric's balls ever so pleasingly, assuring him that the redhead needed nothing as much as a good ramming.
"Fuck that tight little freckled butt, Eric. Give it to her good," Mary cheered in that same soft oddly electrical tone.
Eric poked around a few minutes, then started rubbing his dick on Tish's clit and pussy to get her wet. Mary decided to help him out, bending her head down and running her tongue over Eric's throbbing shaft.
"I'll get it nice and moist for you master, then you can put it in that tight little ass!" Mary said, lapping Eric's dick and balls.
Mary's mouth did the trick.
"Oh, that's too tight, Tish."
"Uhhhh!"
"Loosen those butt cakes for me, Tish. Arch those bitchcakes up for me!"
Tish was clearly in turmoil; wincing with pain as Eric's underbelly descended on her freshly whipped rump, and gasping with pleasure as his fingers and Mary's tongue played over the button of Tish's clitoris.
"That's the sweet little bitch," Mary hissed at Tish. "Let your master take you for a ride."
Eric dug it in to the hilt, and Tish whinnied like a pony. He jerked her mane to the side so he could watch her face as he fed his dick into her rectum.
Nostrils flared, the pretty freckled nose snorted as her brow wrinkled in passion, eyes rolling, mouth in a serious pout.
Mary smoothed wild red hair off Tish's face now, as she and Eric watched the girl take it in the rump.
"Redhead's make such good fuckirls, don't they Eric?" Mary said, watching Tish's face distort with pleasure and pain. "It's so much fun to watch a sweet redhead suck cock and take it in the rump."
"Mmmmm," Eric agreed. He let his fingers move under her, then up over the lean belly and around the lovely dancing titties.
The freckled cones were moving in the tempo of Eric's dick as he rammed Tish's rectum. He cupped them loosely so he would not interfere with the natural motion of her bosom in response to his shaft's penetration in her body. The girl was poetry in motion.
Mary wiped sweat off of Tish's forehead and upper lip. The redhead was gasping for breath now, as Eric moved her on her side.
He continuing to drill her rectum, but slowed down considerably and placed his wide palms on her bitchcakes for traction.
He dug in deep on the downbeat, but very slow, savoring each taut second in her rectum. Tish was tight as they come, and every inch of the redhead, every detail, was stunning. In motion, coated and glistening with sweat, alive with intensity, the redhead was a joy to behold.
"Ohhhhh Eric!"
"Mmmmmmm!"
"Cum in my ass!"
""Ummmhmmmm!"
Eric felt Tish's body gain momentum, and guessed that Mary's tongue lapping the redhead's clit as he fucked her ass, was having its desired effect.
"Ohh!" Girl cakes tightened. The spine became rigid. The dancing titties were capped by erect buttons. Tish's face was red, as blood filled her cheeks and flushed her forehead. "Ohhh Eric!"
Orgasmic electricity shot through her nipples and pussy, making her gasp and spasm in a series of jerks and twitches as the storm conquored her body and mind.
"Ooooo!"
"Look at those bitchcakes quiver!" Mary let out, studying every move Tish's dancing body was making with wide curious eyes.
"She's a beauty alright!" Eric said, feeling his prick twitch deep in Tish's tush. The redhead's rump was so tight and hot Eric thought he might pass out from the intensity of each snuggle and squeeze, each quiver and shiver, of that tight shaftway.
Tish's orgasmic spasm caused her rump cakes to quake!
"Ohhhh!"
"Mmmmmmmm!"
He felt her asshole squeezing and the balls of her butt jiggling under him, and his dick could not longer contain the hot spurts of gentleman jizz that had already threatened to erupt like a volcano.
"Oh Tish, that tight ass is tooo much!"
"Eric! Fuck my ass, Eric!" the redhead let out, before hissing loudly. Her lips rose, revealing pearly white tightly clinched teeth. The cheek dimples deepened as her brow arched in passion.
"Yessssssssssssss!"
"Oh baby that's tight!"
"-sssssssssssssssss!"
"Roll those rump cakes!"
'ssssss!"
"I love to make those big strawberry tit tips shake rattle and roll!"
'ss!"
"Tishhh!"
The erupting penis continued to twitch inside Tish's hot rectum. She was aware of a glowing pleasure in her clit and pussy, spreading out over her rectum and even to the tips of her breasts.
He was still now. Only his dick was moving. And Tish's moist body also stopped dancing as the orgasm's last few hot shots spurted into the warmth of the redhead's rump.
"Ohhhh!"
"Baby, you dance great with a dick in your ass," Mary said to Tish, stroking her moist face with a towel, wiping saliva from the corners of her mouth and snot from her nose. Tish was fully alive for a few moments there, and had not been self-conscious as pleasure and pain mingled to form INTENSITY!
Tish's animated body heaved as her hips rolled to a stop. The pussy and clit were glowing, and it was pleasurable to just lie there still and quiet, feeling the reflection of pleasure shooting through her nipples and clitoris.
Eric's dick was getting a bit sore from overuse. Although he had little or no complaints about that, and hoped it was a condition that would be with him into geriatrics.
"Please, honey leave it alone. Let that pecker cool off," Eric said, shrieking away from Mary's touch.
The dark-haired biker gypsy laughed, then she showed Eric the vaseline she had on her fingers. She was about to sooth his dick.
"Oh yeah, baby, that's the way. Easy though, it's feeling like ahm, well, I've been using it a lot lately and you-"
"Eric, I KNOW!"
Mary laughed. Tish, even from the depths of her pleasure-shock, managed a chuckle.
After a while they curled up on the big rug before the wood stove, and fell asleep, using each other as furniture. Kept warm by each other's body weight and the yellow and red glow of the fire, the cottage on stilts was a cozy place at this time.
And that's how Denise found the three of them.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Professor Ivan Doosenberry walked into his Comparative Literature class with a brisk pace, placing his attache case down on his desk, and looked around him. He had an extensive lesson planned for the day, and was desperately struggling to keep his eyes off the long nyloned legs of the blonde in the front row, with the big blue eyes that looked at him so innocent and trusting, like a little girl staring at the very face of age and wisdom. It made him gulp.
It made him throb. It made him SOB!
All that tender blonde pussy, and it had to belong to a young student! It was more than a professorial chip of intellectual prairie egg could handle!
And why did she have to wear those little pleated skirts? WHY why WHY did she have to wear those sheer blouses that allowed the impressions of her titty tips to push towards Professor Ivan Doosen-berry's furrowed brow? Why why WHYYYY did she have to have those pale blowjob lips and that beautiful set of cone-shaped knockers?
Gulp?"
"Alright class, who'd like to begin reading the first section of Fuchie's Essay; Is Post-Existential Man Too Pooped To Pop!?"
No volunteers. Ivan Doosenberry was not amused. "WE are not amused," he mumbled, glazing over the young soon-to-be-frazzled faces before him. Poor lambs, poor lambs! Hmmm, who can be counted on to even know how to read among these little delinquents?
"Denise?" he said mechanically, coming to her delaney card with his thumb. He knew better than to turn and look at her, but she stood up and he addressed her while glancing casually at his shoes.
"Ok Professor, shall I read the prologue?" she asked, her soft voice caressing him.
"Hmm, no Denise, just jump right into it with your eyes open," he said ambiguously.
Ivan Doosenberry took in the sweet blonde's voice as if it was a musical language; a secret codice betwen he and Denise, designed to make his penis throb. Designed to fuck his concentration completely over.
"Ahhm, Professor!"
"Huh?" Ivan snapped out of his trance.
"I said my voice is beginning to collapse, Professor Doosenberry," Denise said hoarsely.
Ivan's bewildered eyes widened in shock. "Pardon me, Denise, of course. Someone else pick this up please. Let's see, Sharon."
A tall brunette stood up and began droning in an unmelodious and mechanical voice that was barely distinguishable as human.
The Professor's ears were unable to begin assimilating the metallic dribble exuding from the little delinquent as she continued without enunciation in a tin monotone.
He could not resist the forbidden! Professor Ivan Doosenberry glanced across the bottom of the front row of student's chairs.
He looked at her legs!
The professor's eyes became virtually glued to the long nyloned legs, the mid-heels; just high enough to set off those taut sweet legs!
Denise was a knockout alright!
The Professor slid on a pair of very dark sunglasses, so he could play out his obsession undisturbed, and without making a great show of his lustful wishes. Ivan was flippin'Outskee on the lovely blonde! Was it obvious?
Paranoia shrouded him and his twitching penis!
But the fears that enveloped him were doodly next to the intensity of his hunger, his desire, his wish to lick those shapely legs!
Yipes!
After what could only be called a catatonically dull class, the little fartheads filtered out of the room. Ivan looked down at a book he pretended to read. He was afraid the blonde would address him and trigger a heart attack. Already he felt faint, light-headed, on the verge of death itself!
"Excuse me, Professor Doosenberry," a soft caressing voice intoned.
Ivan gulped. His big sad eyeballs raised, widened, blinked.
Denise found Ivan Doosenberry very sexy, in a dizzy and disconnected sort of way. And she could see his unguarded lust for her. It was written on his face.
Denise had seen it just now, and almost laughed when he casually slid on his sunglasses. She had been posing for him, pulling her legs taut under the desk, and angling so that her shapely stalks were highly visible.
Yes, she had been very aware of what was going on, and was making the most of it for her own pleasures. And now, the once shy virgin was stepping beyond all previous limitations and aggressively playing a game that she instinctively knew would lead to the complete subjugation of Ivan Doosenberry!
If he was up for it.
Big blue eyes widened as she batted her lashes, leaning over his desk so that the creamy and lightly freckled titty tops spilled and jibbled from her sheer cotton blouse. She smiled, moistening her lips.
"Professor, I'm having a real problem concentrate."
"What?"
"Well," she smiled. "Frankly it's the way you look at me, Professor Doosenberry! It makes me feel all warm and icky. It makes me want to flutter my tongue on your prick and swallow your orgasms."
"Uhhm, hmmmm," Professor Doosenberry gargled, his ears perking up like a pooch's. His dick was already throbbing, balls on their way to the Blue Zone.
"Why don't we have a private conference in your office, Professor?"
"Ahh-"
"Now!"
He leaped to his feet!
His office was on the corridor directly upstairs from his classroom. He was aware of her rump, wiggling in front of him on the stairs. And he was dimly aware of the fact that he was following that rump like a hypnotized idiot, one foot then the other, throb. One foot before the other. Throb!
No one saw them on the stairway, or in the corridor above thankfully. Would one of his learned colleagues know what was going on? The pederasts, of course they'd know. Every last one of them would fig it out in a dirty second or less!
Ivan unlocked his office door and let the blonde girl in. As he followed her he became aware of a very delicate and intoxicating scent enveloping his normally dull office. The couch against the wall suddenly became an erotic potential zone!
Ivan locked the door from the inside and put on the radio, just loud enough to cover moaning and groaning. Of course no one would be bothering him. He worked in his office for hours every day and no one ever came near him. It was one of the advantages of being excessively dull. He was for the most part, left alone.
But Denise didn't see the handsome Professor Doosenberry as dull. And if he was, did it detract from that athlete's body, that sharp intelligent look to his face? Denise liked the fact that he could not hide his lust for her. He was so in control, and yet THAT was the one thing he could not completely cover!
Lust for Denise!
"Professor," she cooed, lifting a pillow off the couch and dropping it to the industrial carpet. "Why don't you sit down. The pillow will protect my knees while I give you a blowjob."
It was the casual way that this innocent-looking blonde girl recited this line, that made Ivan's prick twitch with excitation.
Ivan sat down on the office couch, dimming the lights in the room, so that even if someone was watching from a creak or crevice, they would barely know what they were watching.
"Ivan, you excite me. I'm going to give you a blowjob," Denise said. "I'm going to be your slave girl, Professor, and do everything you command me to do. And all I ask of you is that you use me to gratify yourself!" She twinkled her big blue eyes. "And that will be my pleasure, Professor Doosenberry."
"Call me Ivan," he said, grasping her to him and covering her tender lips with his own.
Ivan's hands were all over her at once; the firm breasts, the round curvacious hips, the long sweet legs he'd only been able to admire from a distance in a room full of staring students.
"Ivan, sit still now, my master, and let me blow you," she insisted, pushing him ever so gently, so that his back was to the back of the couch.
Quickly, before he could move, she scooped his balls into her palm, and brought her tongue down on the undershaft of his trhobber.
She held it up and bent down, her tongue fluttering wildly on the sensative spot below the tip, swirling around the mushroom-tip and doing a butterfly flutter on the very tip.
Denise licked a pearl off his prick, then held it to her cheek and looked up at Ivan. "I want to watch you watch me, Ivan. Just keep your eyes on me and I will keep sliding on your dick. Promise?"
"Uh hmmm."
The blonde girl's pale lips covered his dick's tip, and then her face descended into his crotch. She took the whole length of his dick into her face, then did a sexy upstroke complete with wild butterfly tongue work!
He cupped her chin and watched her pretty face as she slid on and off his dick, as her tongue worked on his dick and her palms massaged his balls.
Ivan reached down and slid his palms over her titty tops, then reached into her blouse and cupped the cone-shaped knockers.
"Ohhh, Denise!"
He felt her throb in her mouth and pulled his dick out. She held it to her lips. If he was going to cum, she wanted him to watch it spurt all over her.
Give him something to fantasize about!
"Fuck my mouth, Ivan," she cooed, looking at him.
Ivan began to thrust his penis into her mouth now, holding her head in his palms and fucking her mouth steadily and hotly.
The big blue eyes blasted him and Ivan knew it was hopeless. He didn't even try.
SPURT!
Denise felt the hot jizz on the back of her throat.
She fluttered her tongue on the ejaculating penis, making sure hot pearls landed on her face while he was watching her closely.
She rubbed his dick across her face and he spurted on her nose, her cheek, on her swollen lips and forehead. She rubbed the hard dick on her titty tops as he spurted out the end of his storm.
"Ohhh, Denise!"
She giggled, licking cum from the corners of her pretty mouth. Her blue eyes were alight with mischief. "Ivan, I want you to meet me tomorrow night. I'll be picking you up on a motorcycle. Make it, in front of the Student Union Building right after your last class."
"Ok," he mumbled, deep in pleasure-shock.
Denise licked him off, got up, and walked into his office's tiny bathroom. She washed, refreshed herself, and split quickly. She wanted to leave him alone to dwell on the show she'd put on for him.
When Denise found the three sleeping bodies on the rug before the fire in the cottage, she was pleased. She wished to assume the position of Wild Child, and Ivan Doosenberry was going to be her target. She would teach him how to live in the fast lane!
Denise was not a virgin anymore! "Oh, Denise," Eric said, getting to his feet and walking over to her. "Hello Eric." They kissed.
"How was school?"
"Oh very good. And I see you and Tish had a good time. Mary seems content as well."
"Oh yeah, we had fun. But I missed you, Denise."
"I missed you, Eric," she said, moving into his arms and allowing his hands to move over her flowing body. She was hungry for him instantly.
Denise realized that the Professor was going to be a little thing on the side. Eric would remain her primary relationship.
The Professor? Well, she was going to be his slave, and in the process, teach him to be her fucking machine!
Their bodies curled around each other in the afternoon light, and Denise moaned as Eric's penis rubbed her clitoris lightly.
Denise smiled. She was about to double her life's pleasure and adventure!
