"Generation gap" is a relatively new term-and a classic example of semantic confusion. Because the term is new, many people leap to the conclusion that it describes a new condition of human society. In actual fact, the condition is far from new, and we might be considerably more successful in our search for the causes of the current generation gap if we discarded the label entirely and used a more accurate one.
"The end of innocence" is a much older term, and superficially seems to be a more poetic and less relevant usage. Closer examination indicates otherwise, however. Great poets and novelists have been thinking and talking about the end of innocence for centuries, and so have eminent psychologists and sociologists. The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger is just one notably successful example of the novel of a young boy whose dreams are shattered when he first discovers the corruption and cynicism of his elders and thus falls into his own personal generation gap. There are so many others that the theme could legitimately be considered a separate subcategory of literature; it would not be stretching the idea too far to include such masterpieces as Huckleberry Fin in such a classification.
The publishers of Dansk Blue Books are more than proud to add The Innocent Daughter to that very important category. Sterling Harkins is a writer we have admired for a long time, but his popularity is such that it took a good deal of coaxing to tempt him away from other publishers and persuade him to do a book for us. Still a young man himself, he already has a distinguished academic career behind him. It was a fortunate day for the reading populace as a whole when he decided he could reach and influence a wider audience by writing for the mass media than he could by teaching English and modern history in a small though highly progressive Midwestern college.
If Mr. Harkins can be said to have one specialty above all others, that specialty is youth. He knows young people intimately and thoroughly: their healthy lust for life, their burning ambitions, their sometimes nebulous desires to reshape the world into something cleaner and better. He also knows their troubles and problems-and, through his teaching experience, he knows young women as well as he knows young men.
This wealth of knowledge has been skillfully mined by Mr. Harkins in the writing of The Innocent Daughter. This is the story of Becky Spencer, a trim blonde sixteen-year-old living in a Midwestern town, who turns up missing just before her sophomore year of high school. Her father, thirty-six-year-old Ted Spencer, discovers that Becky has run away-or perhaps been enticed away; he isn't sure which at first. Becky has always been a "good" girl, but she has been infected with the natural restlessness of her age, and in recent months has gradually been "turning hippie." When two long-haired boys a few years older than Becky stop in her town on their way to the West Coast, she meets them and goes with them. But this is not a standard "hitchhiking girl" story-far from it.
When the authorities have failed to locate Becky, Ted Spencer takes a month's leave of absence from his job and sets out in his own car to find her and bring her back. He has sketchy information about her companions and their vehicle, and seemingly has little chance of locating her. In fact, however, he is only a few days behind the group, and Mr. Harkins relates two parallel stories as he traces the closely interwoven destinies of his characters.
It is in the nature of things that Becky will have sexual adventures as she explores this facet of her new way of life. As it happens, her father has a sex experience every time he stops, too. Although his love for his wife is strong and his loneliness for her almost overwhelming at times, he encounters women whose allure is irresistible, and thus finds his own sexual horizons constantly broadening. As daughter Becky loses her innocence and begins to gain perspective on the world as it really is, father Ted is forced to recognize how naive and unrealistic he has been for most of his life. The results when they are finally reunited are, obviously, potentially explosive.
We will let Mr. Harkins tell the story of this dual quest and its dramatic consequences in his own way, however. For the reader, we are sure, the end product is a novel saturated with driving suspense, unique entertainment, and a fresh and invaluable outlook on a world that is constantly changing, but in many ways remaining gratifyingly the same.
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Chapter One
"It's no wonder something like this happened to Becky, the way you let her run around in those damned little short skirts that barely cover her ass!" yelled Ted Spencer to his wife, Hazel. "Maybe it'd be different if it was just around the house, but when a girl her age goes out in public showing that much of herself, she's just asking for it."
"Asking for what?" retorted Hazel. She tossed the hair from in front of her eyes with a quick jerk of her head. "Just what do you mean, anyway? Do you realize it's your own daughter you're saying things like that about? And all we really know for sure right now is that she's not home yet. What makes you think it has anything to do with the way she dresses?"
Ted had been pacing the floor as he spoke to Hazel, but now he stopped and glowered at her. It irritated him when his wife pretended to be dumb when he knew damned well she knew what he was talking about.
"You know damned well what I mean, Hazel," he exclaimed. "Some guy's hands in her panties-that's what she's asking for by dressing like she does. I don't care if it's my own daughter or anyone else. And it isn't just that she's not home yet-hell, it's two o'clock in the morning. She's gone, I tell you. Something's happened to her. Some damned pervert saw her somewhere and managed to trick her into letting him get his hands on her."
Hazel sighed and put her hands on her hips. The move made her nightgown tighten across her breasts and the thought flashed through Ted's mind that she was still an awfully good-looking woman at thirty-four. If it wasn't for the state they were in over Becky, he would have been stimulated enough to want Hazel in bed with him and have his hands under the flimsy garment.
"I admit something's awfully wrong about her being out this late," she said. "What I resent is how you're trying to put all the blame on me. The girl's sixteen, Ted. She's too old to wear little girl's clothes. And her skirts aren't one inch higher than the ones her friends wear. Not an inch. All the girls her age wear them that short. It's just the style. If I didn't let her wear her hems that short, she'd be ostracized from the group by all her friends. Besides, Greenfield's too small a town to have perverts. I'm just as worried about her as you are, but I can't believe that-"
"'Ostracized'?" broke in Ted. "Where do you get all them fancy words, anyway? Been reading them women's magazine's again? All I know is that a girl shouldn't show that much of herself in public. I don't give a damn what the other girls are wearing-"
"Oh, no?" interrupted Hazel. Her eyes were flashing and she was on a new track. "Well, if you want to know the truth, I think you care quite a bit what the 'other girls are wearing.' You can't keep your eyes off them when you see them walking down the street. Don't try to claim different, either. I've seen you gawk at them too many times. Just because I don't yell at you about it doesn't mean I don't know what you're thinking. You don't fool me for one minute. You'd like to see farther up, you'd like to see one stoop over so you could see all the way up to her panties, wouldn't you? And what you'd really like is if you could-"
The telephone rang and her tirade was halted. She snatched it off the wall and said, "Yes, yes? Is it you, Becky?"
But it was only the local police chief reporting that he still had no word about the girl. He told Hazel that if it would ease her mind any, at least there had been no accidents or funny business in the area all night. He suggested Becky might have stayed all night with a girl friend from high school and asked if Hazel was sure she'd talked to the mothers' of all her friends. But she assured the officer that she had and he said he'd keep up the search.
The call calmed them down a little and removed some of the will to argue, but it also made them more worried. Where in the world could she be? It was time to consider what neither of them wanted to-that Becky had run away. It was true they'd been having a lot of arguments with the girl lately but surely, they hoped, she hadn't gone to the extreme of picking up and leaving them.
Ted had an idea. Something made him think that Betty, one of Becky's classmates, knew a little more than she was telling. Next morning he'd have to call her. Or better still, go over and see her. Betty was only sixteen, it was true, the same age as Becky. But there was certainly something about the girl that made Ted think of her as being older. Something about the way she moved her legs inside the miniskirt she invariably wore, and about the way she used her eyes. As Ted lay in bed, his thoughts drifted from his absent daughter to Betty. So young, and yet so... Had she ever let a boy do things to her, he wondered. Had she ever allowed someone's hands to slip inside her blouse, or to undo the buttons on the waistband of her skirt and...
This is crazy, Ted thought, I've got to get that kid out of my mind. But another part of him was reacting, Too. He felt the slow swelling inside his shorts and soon knew a strong desire to do something about it. He rolled over and threw an arm over his wife's body. She didn't have to know why he was suddenly so amorous, did she? Hazel was a fine-looking woman, sure, but a man gets a little tired of the same thing all the time. He ran his hands over the silkiness of her nightgown and she didn't budge. He slipped his fingers underneath the lace top and touched the bare skin of her smooth upper breast. Jesus, he thought, what if I had that little Betty in bed with me and was getting this kind of feel of her?
"Ted," Hazel suddenly complained, breaking the spell and ending his dream, "how can you want to make love at a time like this? I'm worried sick over Becky, aren't you? Let's go to sleep. I don't feel like it tonight."
He mumbled something and rolled away from her. But it took Ted much longer to get to sleep than it took his wife. He was worried about the disappearance of Becky all right, but there was more on his mind, too. Thinking about his daughter's friend Betty had made him too aroused to fall asleep easily-especially when he wasn't able to get relief by having sex with his wife. Before he finally managed to lose himself in the welcome respite of sleep, he even found himself thinking of a secretary at his office the same way he'd been thinking about Betty.
The next day he went to the office as usual, even though they had no word about Becky. But at noon he came home for lunch, something he didn't ever do. He told Hazel right away that he thought Betty knew more than she would tell and that he wanted to go over to her house and question her more thoroughly just as soon as she got home from school. But Hazel suddenly burst into tears.
"It's no use, Ted," she blurted out, "I had the same idea and I've already talked to her. I finally wormed it out of her. Becky... Becky's run off-she's run off with a couple of hippies!"
"What!" he exploded. "With a couple of hippies? Hell, there aren't any hippies around Greenfield!"
"Betty says it was a pair that were driving through town. She saw Becky talking to them near the malt shop on Main Street," Hazel explained to Ted, who was getting very red in the face.
"She did, huh? Why those... those dirty young fuckers-those little bastards! I bet they made Becky go with them. I bet they forced her to! When I get my hands on them I'll-"
"Wait, what are you doing?" she interrupted him as he reached for the phone. He told her he was going to call the sheriffs office and the state patrol, so they could catch the boys' car. She reacted violently, grabbing his arm before he could dial the number. They couldn't have anybody know, she claimed. They'd be terribly embarrassed if anyone in town found out their daughter was with two hippies. It would be bad enough if she had been kidnapped. But what if, just what if it turned out Becky had gone with them of her own accord? Then they wouldn't be able to stand the shame of it all. And she had been acting awfully sassy lately. It was just possible she might have done such a thing.
"You're right, Hazel," he said. "There's only one way to handle this. I'll have to go after them myself. I've got a month's vacation coming, remember? I didn't take any last year because of the work load. I'll use however much I need of it to go after them. Pack my suitcase, will you? I'm going to get my shotgun out and clean it."
Then he called his boss and made the arrangements, without telling him the real reason he wanted the time off. Hazel wanted to go with him but he told her it would be too dangerous and that he didn't want her to see what happened once he caught up with the two boys. He was out the door and driving out of town within the hour.
Many miles farther west, on the same highway, a ramshackle VW camper rattled along with three young occupants. From the rear, the casual observer would have noted three girls in the front seat. A bright, cornsilk-headed blonde flanked by a curly redhead, and a somewhat bushy brunette driver. But only the blonde was female-as a front view would have proved beyond any question. It was the Spencers' teenage daughter, Becky. The other two occupants were young men with long hair.
"I still can't get over how groovy it was meeting you dudes," she exclaimed, lying back against the seat and throwing her hands in the air at the marvel of it all. "It must have been fate, don't you think? I mean the vibes must have been just right for it to happen,"
She still didn't know them too well and hoped her use of "hip" language and ideas was sufficiently impressive to them. In the little town of Greenfield, Becky had secretly considered herself a "hippie," but now she was in the company of real ones and wanted desperately to be accepted as one of them.
"Right on, love," agreed Bo, the dark-haired driver. He was usually noncommittal, leaving the bulk of the conversation up to his red-headed friend.
"Sure it was fate, man," chimed in Red Dog. The pair had long since abandoned the use of their real names in favor of more colorful ones, and Becky had been duly impressed when she learned them.
"It's all the stars," he continued sagely. "You know, everything's all connected with the universal vibrations of the planets and the galaxies. You was meant to be waiting there for us and we were meant to happen by when we did. Dig?"
"That's exactly the way I've always thought about things," gushed Becky, "but none of my friends could understand me. It's... it's just wonderful being with two humans who think the same way I do."
"Right on," commented Bo.
In truth, Becky had no idea what Red Dog was talking about and had never had a similar thought in her life. But it sounded good to her and she was sure it was true. There would be a lot for her to learn, she was quite sure. And there were certain other areas of the "hippie philosophy" which she was even more interested in, she smiled to herself. Red Dog's next comment concerned that very topic, even though it was indirect.
"When Bo and I saw you standing with those other chicks in front of the drug store, we knew right away you were hip. You were the only one we could see that wasn't wearing a bra. Even the way you were standing was groovy-loose and limber, not all stiff and trying to be sexy like the others," he told her.
She blushed a little before she answered. She was delighted they had noticed the way her braless young mammaries stuck out on her chest under the thin white peasant blouse she wore.
"Really, you could tell just by looking?" she asked, beaming. "A couple of the other girls with me weren't wearing bras either. I guess you just didn't notice them."
"Then they must have not had the same stuff you got," offered Red Dog.
She knew very well what he meant by the word "stuff," and she wanted them to know she wasn't afraid to talk about such things.
"Well, Christ," she responded, full of bravado, "I mean a girl's tits are part of her body, aren't they? If she's afraid to have somebody see a natural part of herself, she's pretty dumb."
Both boys looked aside. "You're outasight, you know it," said Red Dog, smiling.
"Yeah," agreed Bo, his head nodding as he looked down the highway ahead of them.
"Oh, listen, it really makes me happy for you guys to say that," Becky beamed. "I really feel great being with you. I feel like I can really talk to you, know what I mean? Like I don't have to play word games like I always did with the kids back in Greenfield."
"That's just the way it is, love," volunteered Red Dog. "You can be straight with me and Bo about anything on your mind. Anything at all. We're all brothers and sisters under the skin. I can tell you already know that, though, don't you? You weren't a damn bit afraid to say the word 'tits' in front of us, and that's just the way it should be. Maybe that sounds like something pretty unimportant, but it does show us where your head's at. You're too groovy a chick to hang around a place like Greenfield."
"Right on," Bo concurred, his eyes staring dumbly down the highway ahead of the rattling vehicle.
"Well," Becky began, "there is something I have to tell you guys. It's the kind of thing a girl-a chick usually couldn't even begin to discuss with a dude. Much less with two at once. But you two are so wonderful to be with that I feel I can just say anything to you. Anything at all. Sort of like you were chicks, and I didn't have to keep secrets from you, you know?"
"Go ahead, love, rap to us about it, then," urged Red Dog. "You don't have to hold back."
"It's about how you let me sleep in the back of the van all night without coming on to me," Becky said slowly. "I mean, most dudes would have been back there on top of me in no time flat. You know, I was lying down and all. And I guess it must have occurred to you that either one of you could have got back there with me while the other one drove. It would have been pretty easy for you to get into my pants and ball me, whether I wanted to or not. Uh... I mean, even though I didn't want you to."
Red Dog looked at her and didn't take his eyes from hers all the time he spoke. "Well, it wasn't because we didn't think about it. I mean, face it, girl, you're a great-looking chick. Bo and I both were thinking about you back there, and wondering if you looked as good under your clothes as we imagined you would. You were showing quite a bit of leg, you know, the way you were lying. But you were so tired after riding as far as you did that you were out like a light as soon as you lay down. We wouldn't want to ball a chick that tired and sleepy-we'd only want to get in a chick's pants if she wanted it as bad as we did. Right, Bo?"
"Right on," said Bo. "It's no fun to screw a chick unless she's as hot for it as you are."
Becky was looking into Red Dog's eyes with an almost hypnotic fascination as he spoke. She jerked forward and kissed him hard on the cheek, then tore herself away and did the same to Bo. Red Dog got a nice firm feel of her resilient breasts, even though it only lasted for a few seconds and was limited to his chest.
"You are really just too much, you know it?" she gushed. "You really are. I knew you must have been thinking about it some. I think it's super that you didn't try to take advantage of me."
"Never happen," said Red Dog. "Only time either one of us would come onto you is if the mood was just right, and you let it be known that you'd dig it. Of course, you wouldn't have to actually say anything. A chick can tell you she wants you in her pants in a lot of different ways."
"Well sure," said Becky, attempting to be more worldly than her previous sex experience made possible. "If... if a chick does want to, there are plenty of ways to let a guy know without talking about it."
"But sometimes it's fun to talk about though, don't you think?" said Bo, to her surprise. She had gotten so accustomed to his monosyllabic grunts that she almost forgot he could present an original thought or say anything on his own.
"Oh sure," Becky quickly agreed, hedging her bet. "I mean, there have been times when I came right out and told a dude certain things I wanted him to do to me."
Again she was lying, but her desire for peer acceptance forced her to do it. The girl, in point of fact, was still a virgin. And although she had had her share of being felt up in movies and pressed hard against the back seat of a few automobiles, no boy had yet taken her maidenhead nor even come reasonably close. With a vague notion of certain things which might happen later between her and the boys, she suddenly decided she'd better cover herself against the time when they just might discover her virginity. And she'd better do it now.
"Of course, the guys in Greenfield aren't too sharp," she giggled, continuing her pose. "Not a one of them even knows how to handle themselves with a chick. None of them... none of them really ever turned me on enough to really get me going."
She turned to Red Dog and provocatively added, "If you know what I mean by that."
For an answer, Red Dog only smiled, which seemed more exciting to her than any words would have. Becky couldn't help wondering if talking about such things was getting the boys aroused. It nearly always took more than just talk to excite her, but she knew boys were quite different in that way. She thought both Bo and Red Dog must be getting a little warm inside their pants from hearing her talk so boldly. And there was something very daring to her about keeping it up. She got a delicious little feeling in the pit of her stomach, it seemed, just from the knowledge of how the two boys were probably being affected.
"Like I was saying, though, about sleeping on the floor of the van," she said. "I sure was sleepy, all right. And since it was so dark back there, I didn't even pay any attention to how I was lying. I mean how my clothes were. But this morning when I woke up and it was daylight, I noticed how messed up my skirt and things were. I mean, my legs were spread plenty wide enough for you to see quite a bit if you'd wanted to. And the way my skirt was riding so far up them, it wasn't covering very much at all. If you want to know the truth, I got red in the face and blushed like heck when I discovered what you could have seen."
"Well, love," Red Dog said, "you're being so straight about it, I'll have to do the same. I did look back there, as a matter of fact. And I saw enough to raise a hard, too."
Becky grinned nervously and couldn't keep from blushing again. She hoped they wouldn't notice the effect the mention of Red Dog's organ had on her. She managed a sort of broken titter that passed for laughter.
"Yeah," chimed in Bo, "and he told me to take a look, I damned near drove off the road!"
Red Dog laughed. "He sure did," he continued, becoming more personal about what he had seen. "Maybe it wasn't as bad as you think, though. We couldn't see everything you had. Not quite. For one thing your skirt did cover a little, and for another, you were moving around some in your sleep. I guess you weren't very comfortable back there, with the van bouncing around. But we saw so far up your skirt we sure did want to see more, I'll tell you that. Once I got a nice good look at the trim on your lollypops, but then you happen to turn over the other way and I couldn't see that high any longer."
"Oh, is that what I'm wearing?" Becky responded, with embarrassed displeasure in her voice. "I guess I do still have a pair those things left over. I would have to be wearing them when I meet you guys!" She was well aware that lollypop style panties, with all their sweet little flowers, were worn mainly by much younger girls. She didn't want to be associated with children in any way. Certainly not in the underwear she wore. She wished she had her black silk panties on, the ones with the lace on the legbands, but it was too late now.
"Did it... did it really turn you on that much?" she asked, changing the subject. "You really get hard from seeing me like that?" she said, gulping the words out as nonchalantly as she could. It was the first time in her life she'd ever talked with a boy about the state of his organ.
"Damned right he got hard," Bo laughed. "I thought once he was going to bring it out of his pants and jack off!"
Red Dog didn't deny it. He just said, "At least I didn't nearly put us in the ditch."
Bo grinned. "Okay, okay," he admitted. "But I bet it's just because you weren't the one driving. Speaking of driving, how about taking over for a while? I been herding this thing between the ditches since way before daybreak this morning."
He pulled off onto the shoulder of the road and got out.
"You can walk around if you want to," called out Red Dog, "but I'm just going to squeeze through here past Becky like this and... ungh, close fit... feel something real nice as I go!"
He playfully brushed his hand across her tightly clothed breasts and she giggled. It was just banter on one level, she knew, and she went along with it-but it was still true that the contact had been made, and his desire to touch her was flattering to her. Just then Bo hopped in on the other side.
"Don't leave me out," he joked, and threw his arms around her playfully. He squeezed her close for just a second, then let her go. But the pressure of his firm upper body against her soft breasts lasted long enough to give her a definite thrill. She smiled and batted at him halfheartedly as he settled into his side of the seat.
"Watch out," she reminded him, "you almost drove off the road, remember? You better-"
"Yeah," he interrupted, "but that was from looking at you, not giving you a little love squeeze."
"Easy, gang," said Red Dog, one hand on the wheel and the other shifting gears as they pulled onto the highway. "No heavy stuff until we stop for the night somewhere."
Becky knew he was joking about Bo's brief hug being "heavy," but the implication that something heavier might be expected that night sent a thrill up her back. It was great of them to let her go with them, but her interest in them was quickly becoming much more than friendly. She had to admit to herself that she was... well, she was downright physically attracted to the two of them very much. How would it be, she wondered? How would it be if tonight, when things were quiet and groovy in some motel room, she allowed one of them to put his hands under her clothes? And how would it be if she let him do more? If she let him touch her all he wanted to and do things to her like she and her closest girl friends had spoken of one day letting a boy do? The thought sent a warm shudder through her body. But how could anything happen with both of them present? Wouldn't she have to make a choice? And wouldn't that make the other one angry with her? But the idea of having one of them do things to her eager, virginal young body was so exciting to her that she didn't trouble herself long with thoughts of preference she might develop for one over the other.
Becky sat between them and thought how they must feel being with her. The skirt she wore, now a bit rumpled, allowed a bolder view of her slim, long legs than most of the boys at school had ever got, that was for sure. And she was justifiably proud of the twin mounds which jutted out from her chest under the tight-fitting peasant blouse she wore. The low neckline was the kind usually found on loose-fitting blouses, with a drawstring-style top, but Becky always wore them a size smaller-against her parents's wishes-so a much tighter fit resulted. The way the neckline afforded an ample view of a wide expanse of her smooth, soft skin assured her that no boy could look her way without seeing how well she was built.
She relaxed as Red Dog drove and felt the warm, strong pressure of Bo's leg against hers. From time to time, Red Dog affectionately patted her leg. How different it was to be with those two boys after being used to the boys at school! The boys she was accustomed to dating were always grabbing at her and making pests of themselves. But Bo and Red Dog were easygoing and seldom asserted themselves. She felt warm and cared for as she sat between them. The touch of Bo's leg against hers and the occasional pattings from Red Dog were not at all threatening. On the contrary, they made her feel secure and confident.
In fact, she thought, it would be groovy if there was more contact from one or the other of them. Faced with their self-assured ease, Becky began to be aware of a vague desire to feel their arms about her shoulders or their hands... well somewhere. Then thoughts of how it would be that night with them permeated her brain... aimless, meandering thoughts of her clothes coming off in the darkness of some strange room, and firm male hands exploring the soft curves beneath her underwear...
"Huh?" she said, startled from her daydreams by the realization that she was being spoken to. "What did you say? Guess I was thinking about something so hard I was lost for a minute."
"I asked you if you were sure it's cool with your folks," repeated Red Dog. "They wouldn't get the cops after you or nothing, would they? Nobody knows you split with us, do they?"
"How could they?" she answered. "Remember? We split town so fast I didn't even take time to go past home and try to sneak out more clothes. All I've got are what's on my back. You don't have to worry about my folks. They can't possibly know where I am-and it serves them right, too. Now maybe they'll know how mean they've been to me and be sorry."
"How about those other chicks you were with, though? We was rapping with you for almost a half hour at that drug store, so one of them might fink on you if-"
"No, they're all cool," replied Becky, uncertainty creeping into her voice. "Only two or three were still around when we left together. There is one chick, Betty, who has a way of getting kind of jealous sometimes when guys don't show her any interest. In a way she's my best friend. I'm sure she wouldn't tell on me."
Bo was more taciturn. "Cool it, will you?" he said. "We got it made. In a few hours we'll have put a whole day between us and that twirp town. Why don't you two relax and enjoy yourselves, okay?"
Red Dog and Becky both smiled. He was right, they thought. The conversation quickly reverted to an old subject.
"Now that's a damned good idea," said Red Dog. "Let's do enjoy ourselves. We been driving like hell for a long time. Let's turn off on the next dirt road we come to and stop for a while."
After a mile or so he wheeled the van off the highway and drove down a narrow country road.
"Oh, groovy," exclaimed Becky, "there's a little creek. We can pull over under that big tree. See?"
"Hey, look," Red Dog cried. "It's deep enough to swim in!"
"Great," yelled Bo. "I can take a bath. The hell with the swimming, I just want to get some of this road dust off my bod."
"Are you kidding?" Chided Red Dog. "Everybody knows hippies don't take baths."
They all laughed.
Becky felt a surge of excitement. She was pretty sure the boys wouldn't bother about donning a swimsuit. Would they expect her to strip too? In spite of all her bravado, the pretty teen-ager had never once been naked in front of a male. She knew in the back of her mind that showing off her naked body wasn't much compared to what they would take before the trip was over, but she was still more than a little nervous about it.
"Just think, when we get to the Pacific, we can all swim in the ocean," she suggested. "And can we really visit all those communes and camps on the way, and meet all those beautiful people?"
"You better believe it," assured Red Dog.
"And when we get to the coast, we can all break up and go our separate ways," she said, "like you were telling me?"
"Sure," said Red Dog. "Unless we should want to stick together. Freedom's the name of the game, love. You can do what you want to, dig?"
Becky's eyes were shining. "You two are really beautiful, you know it," she said, becoming a bit maudlin again.
Bo hopped out first and shucked off his clothes at once. Becky saw his organs hanging down in front plain as day. She was fascinated by his newly exposed male-ness but she tried not to show it. Then she looked around to see that Red Dog was in the process of doing the same. As he drew his pants down, she saw a thick penis come into view from between his legs. He made no move to keep her from seeing that it wasn't quite soft. And she could hardly believe the rich growth of red hair that framed it. She'd seen a few red-headed girls naked before, but not many had pubic hair as red as the hair on their head. Red Dog's was every bit as red as the hair on his head.
Becky quickly became the only one with clothes on, a condition of which she was acutely aware.
Red Dog smiled at her as he got out of the van and headed for the creek. "Don't worry, love. Bo and I won't look while you undress if you don't want us to. You might get a little shook to have us both staring at your tits and cunt, huh?"
Now a new fear enveloped her. Her hesitation at getting naked had been noticed-she couldn't have them think she was scared to show herself! And Red Dog's words, although nice on the surface, sounded damningly condescending to her ears. She couldn't allow him to be patronizing toward her. She had to show she was every bit as uninhibited as they were.
She forced herself to speak slowly, trying not to reveal her nervous excitement.
"Oh, I don't know," she drawled. "I don't see why I'd be the one to get shook. I know what my... my tits and all look like. But you might get a little shook looking at them."
She sat in the front seat as she spoke and she knew that Red Dog could now see well up underneath her dress. She made no attempt to keep him from seeing. And his thick organ was growing right before her eyes. His face lit up with a knowing smile.
"Bo won't mind if we don't join him for a while," he said to her. "Go ahead and blow my mind, love. Let me see what you look like under there."
She didn't speak. She just put a hand to her skirt and started unbuttoning the waistband. She tried to assume a sexy, sophisticated look on her face as she did so. She was unaware that her very youth and innocence made her automatically possess an air of raw sexuality that could never be achieved by a mere facial expression-even to a boy only two or three years older than she was.
His penis was now hard and the head of it was red and hot-looking. The knowledge that she had caused it to get that way gave her a feeling of power, a heady sensation that made her become more confident. As she reached the last button and began wiggling the skirt down, the bright colors of her lollypop panties came into view. Maybe the juvenile underwear made her seem younger than she wanted to, but she'd leave no doubt about how much of a woman she was.
"Oh, you can look okay," she said to Red Dog in a low voice. "But I bet if you see everything I got, you'll want to do more than just look." As she spoke, she pulled the skirt off over her feet and laid it with careful casualness on the dash. Her peasant blouse was still on, but he could now see her long, lovely legs in all their naked beauty. And only the thin material of her flowery panties kept him from seeing the plush, sensual mound of her genitals.
"Oh, you're so right," he said, his eyes magnetized by her half-naked crotch. "Just lay down on the seat and I'll show you!"
Chapter Two
Earlier that morning, long before the trio reached the dirt turn-off, Becky's father stopped at a motel over a hundred miles behind them.
"Been driving all night," he told the desk clerk. "Thought I could go a lot farther, but I'm going to have to get some shut-eye."
"Sure, mister," replied the woman, tossing him a key. "I understand. We get a lot of salesmen through here that need to stop off during the day for a few hours' sleep."
Ted pocketed the key and headed toward the room. Just what was all that about, he wondered? The woman had acted as though the two of them shared some big secret. She did everything but bestow a conspiratorial wink on him as he walked out the door.
As soon as he was out of sight, the room clerk picked up the phone and dialed one of the other rooms.
"Got another 'daytime sleeper,' Mabel. Can you make sure he sleeps real good, or you want me to call Gertie?" she said.
"Hell no, don't call Gertie," came the answer. "It's my turn. Besides, she's still asleep from her last trick. The guy wanted to booze it up before he laid the meat to her, and made her join him. She's over in her room, drunk as a hoot owl. This guy look loaded? How much cash you think he's good for?"
"If you play it right, you might get him to fork over quite a bit I think. He ain't no Rockefeller, but he drove in here in a pretty nice buggy. Just play it by ear," said the clerk. "Just make sure you wash him up good. We don't want no crabs around here. Give the place a bad name. He's in number seven. Go get him."
Ted was in the shower when Mabel knocked on the door. He grabbed a towel and stepped out. Who the hell could it be, he wondered? All he wanted was peace and quiet after driving all night. He cracked the door and yelled out from the bathroom before going to the front door.
"Who is it?" he yelled. "What do you want?"
The bastard sure has a lot of balls, Mabel thought to herself. Who did he think it was, anyway, the meter reader?
"Room service!" she yelled. It was bad enough being a whore at this flea bag place, with her looks. When the customers played games, it was just too fucking much.
Ted knew he hadn't ordered anything, but the surprise of hearing a female voice at the door made him anxious to see who it could be that worked as a female bellhop in a dump like this. When he opened the door he saw a girl about twenty-five with long black hair and blue eyes. The outfit she wore could hardly be described as a uniform, either. The black, one-piece dress revealed an amazing amount of skin. His eyes darted back and forth from the short hem to the deeply slashed neckline before he spoke.
"I'm Mister Spencer, you-" was all he got out before she interrupted him. He had started to say that she must be at the wrong cabin, that she must be looking for someone with a different name than his.
But she said, "You don't have to tell me your name, fella. Just tell me if you want a bottle."
Mabel was implying whether he wanted a bottle along with her, but he didn't yet understand exactly what was happening.
"Listen, I've been driving all night," he said. "I'm too tired to do any drinking."
"Okay with me," she said, to his surprise, stepping in the door. "I'm wasted on a guy if he drinks much. Know what I mean? He doesn't get all he's paying for."
It suddenly dawned on him that the woman was a prostitute.
"You mean you're... you're-" he began.
"I'm yours, lover," she broke in. "I'm yours. That's what I am. For the right amount, that is. Twenty-five bucks. Okay?"
Ted was excited at the prospect of getting the woman in bed in spite of his tiredness. He felt a twinge of guilt at being unfaithful to his wife back in Greenfield, since he wasn't a philandering man. But this was quite a hunk of woman alone with him in his hotel room. And Hazel, his wife, couldn't possibly ever find out about it.
He hadn't realized how long he hesitated until Mabel spoke. "You weren't kidding about being tired, were you? It doesn't usually take a man this long to make up his mind about me. What you need, fella, is to be worked over while you lay down and take it easy."
"Huh? Oh yeah... yeah. Listen, stay here then. I.... I'm damned tired, all right, but you're so packed into your clothes I gotta see what's under there," he told her.
He backed toward his pants and got his wallet out. He was far from rich, but a woman like Mabel ought to be worth twenty-five dollars any old time. She stopped him.
"Just a minute, though," she warned him. "I never do want any misunderstandings about money. If you want to lie back and take it easy like I said... you know, let me do everything to you... then I gotta have thirty-five. Fair enough?"
Ted frowned momentarily, but when he looked up from his wallet he was holding the amount she named. "But... but you'll do everything now, right? Everything?" He wanted to be sure.
She smiled seductively at him. She knew she had him. She put a hand to her dress and reached into the secret darkness underneath the bodice. With languorous ease, she pulled the material aside and exposed half of one breast. The dark tip of the nipple was bared completely.
"You can look before you touch if you want to," she said to him. "This look good enough to eat? If it does, that's just what you can do to it... you can suck on it and lick it all you want to."
Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Your mouth," he mumbled, embarrassed to be talking like this to a woman. "Will you use your mouth on me, too? You said everything, didn't you?"
"Somebody's been holding out on you, I'll bet," she said. "What's the matter, your wife too 'nice' to go down on you? Or are you married? You must be, you got that married look about you. Sure I'll use my mouth on you. Put that thirty-five bucks in my hand and you can forget all your woes. Just lay back and watch me tongue you."
His eyes brightened. He sat down on the edge of the bed and held out the money in a half-apologetic manner. She saw he was uncomfortable about the transaction and walked to the bed. She took the money from his hand and stuffed it inside the top of her dress.
"Don't be bashful, lover," she cooed. "Just let momma take care of this and then move that towel."
He felt good. Even his tiredness was leaving him. Just wait 'til he got in bed with her and had her naked tits in his hands, he thought to himself as he looked at her. He started to take the towel away himself but she was faster.
"Well, well," she said, her voice husky, "look what we have here. You may be tired but this prick of yours is raring to go. Hmmmm... you're nice and clean from the shower, too. Lay back and let momma take care of it for you, lover."
He let her guide him back onto the pillow. This was a pleasant change, he thought. His wife always held out for him to make all the overtures. This Mabel seemed ready and willing to take the initiative. It was strange to have a girl over ten years younger than him call herself "momma," but he sure did like it.
She tossed the towel away and got on the bed with her knees. He heard her shoes hit the floor and then watched her wind her long legs into a loose lotus position.
"Now what made me put this in here?" she asked herself chidingly, taking the money from the inside of her bodice. She reached back off the bed and stuffed it into one of her shoes. "The way you been looking at my boobs, you don't want nothing covering them when I get out of this dress, do you? Not even greenbacks."
Then she rose to her knees and looked down at him with her lips parted, a smokey look in her eyes. She stretched a hand to his penis and took it tightly between her fingers.
"Ummmm... nice and hard," she breathed. She loosened her grip and gave the rigid instrument a few slow caresses, moving his uncircumcised frenum back and forth over the beet-red glans. In her new position he could see well up under her short skirt and he made no bones about his approval of what he saw. She saw his beady eyes staring at the smooth sheen of her panty hose and grinned.
"You like it up under there?" she teased. "You nasty man, if that's what you got eyes for I'm gonna fill them full."
She rocked backwards on the bed and darted a hand over her shoulder to the zipper in the back of the one-piece dress. He heard the pressured z-i-i-i-p of its release and watched the top of the garment fall from her torso. She wore no slip, but a black, circle-stitch brassiere held her large breasts in check and kept him from seeing all he wanted.
She saw his face fall in disappointment and said, "Hold on, lover, I'm gonna show you everything. These young high school girls can run around with no bras on their young titties, but a woman with boobs the size of mine has to have some support."
For a fleeting second Ted thought of his daughter, and even of Betty, her girl friend. Neither of them wore bras. But he quickly put them out of his mind and watched Mabel toss the thick, black mane of her hair aside as she reached backwards for the clasp and he felt his organ swell at the sight of the woman's provocative motions.
She saw him lick his lips and smile, knowing it was a completely unconscious act. He was dying to see her naked.
She stepped off the bed for a moment, wriggled out of her dress and let it slide all the way to the floor. A final twist of her fingers released the brassiere strap clasp, and the black undergarment dropped forward 'til it hung from only one shoulder. Both firmly packed breasts bobbed into view and jounced solidly for a few seconds, relieved at last from the stricture of the straining material. Her nipples sat dark and pouting in the center of the fat, smooth-skinned mounds.
She put her hands underneath them and hoisted them toward him, a gleam in her eye. "Got something here for you, lover... wanna feel? I'm just dying to have you put your hands on me."
He held out his arms for her without even rising from his prone position. He was completely taken in by her nakedness now, without a thought in the world of his wife or even the daughter he was bent on locating. All he wanted was a big armful of tit.
She fell forward onto the bed and he thought at first she was going to let the swollen globes press straight into his waiting hands. But at the last second she took his hands in hers and kissed them.
"Hold on, now. Don't be so anxious. Momma's gonna give you all the tit you want if you'll just be nice," she cooed.
She patted his quaking penis in mock appeasement, then grinned as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panty hose. He was caught up now in her every move.
"Yeah," he said, his voice raspy, "get your panty hose off, for God's sake. I can't stand to know all that good shit's under there without being able to see it!"
She wriggled her hips and peeled the sheer netting down. When the dark band at the top of the undergarment struck her about in the middle of the curly black hair around her lower stomach, she stopped. He couldn't quite see the nakedness of her organs and the tantalizing knowledge of what lay only an inch or two lower was driving him mad.
He started to complain but she shushed him. Then, to his surprise and pleasure, she bent forward and let her heavy breasts touch the sensitive spike of his aroused member. The move left him completely aghast. Mabel took a breast in each hand and worked the nipples slowly back and forth over the shiny red head of her new prisoner.
"Ungh... now you're talking, baby," he urged. "Jesus... now you're giving me what I need."
Hazel, his wife, was no prude, he knew-but she never had done anything like this to him. The feel of her two fleshy, soft mammaries against his penis sent a surge of heat through his loins like a furnace blast.
"I couldn't let this poor thing just sit and go begging for attention while I finished taking my undies off, now could I?" she teased. "You got too nice a cock to have to wait long for a little loving."
It had been a long time since Ted had his penis complimented. He was eager for more.
"You really like it, baby?" he asked. "Is it as big as -" he stopped, not knowing quite how to finish the vain question.
She smiled at him as she continued to roll its stiff shaft between the warm, dampening skin of her breasts.
"I've seen plenty of guys with smaller," she told him. It was easy for her to anticipate the direction. Every guy always wanted to know the same thing- how his organ compared with others. And her answer satisfied him completely.
Hmmm, he thought to himself as he watched her lascivious caresses, I never thought much about it before but I guess I've got a pretty good-sized cock on me. Shit, this babe ought to know.
She raised slightly and turned her attention back to her last remaining undergarment. He watched with bugged eyes as she stripped off the panty hose and presented him with an unobstructed view of her furry mound. She rocked back on her buttocks and drew the flimsy thing off over her knees, then down her curvy calves and off over her feet. She let them drop on the bed and lay on her back. Ted may have been awfully tired from his all-night drive, but this was too much. He'd been laying with his head on the pillow doing nothing but watch, but now he was compelled to act. He raised up and started to take her in his arms.
"No, no, lover," she told him, with firm but affectionate protest. "Just stay right where you are. Lie back down. Momma's gonna give you everything you need without your moving a muscle."
Her words, not to mention her manner, were so persuasive that he did as she said. Mabel lay on her back now just as he did, but she was turned with her head toward the foot of the bed. The view she offered him in this position was all he could ask. From his place at the head of the bed he could look right up between her long, curvaceous legs and take a dead sighting on her completely naked organs. She didn't try at all to coyer anything, so he could see from anus to navel, with the fullness of her rich, red labia in between. The fat twin lips revealed themselves to him in all their damp, shiny splendor in spite of her thick mass of pubic curls.
She looked at him, her face framed by the two luscious swellings of her breasts, and said, "Like what you see, fella? Ha ha... it sure does look like you do -that big cock of yours is jumping in its skin. You been wanting to see my cunt ever since you laid eyes on me, haven't you? Well, here it is for you. Take a good look while I see what it feels like when it moves like that."
The only time she had actually touched him before was when she gave his organ a few playful caresses while taking off her clothes. Now he looked past his hairy, slightly paunchy stomach to see her put her hand on his knee. She grinned at him and wiggled her buttocks a little on the bed as she grasped him. He wanted her to work up higher and touch his penis again. She'd only done it for a few brief seconds earlier, and he couldn't wait for her to return her fingers to the pulsing member. She wasn't kidding about it jumping around. He was so hot from seeing her naked and thinking about what he was going to do to her that the organ was making little motions every time his heart beat.
Slowly she teased her fingers up his thigh, sometimes walking them along the top and sometimes allowing them to slide across the sensitive skin on the inside. When she reached the point where his two legs joined, she stretched her fingers to the other thigh and toyed with inner surfaces of both.
"What you looking at, lover?" she chided, as he peered first at her naked crotch and then at her approaching fingers. "You don't have to watch to know when I get my hands on your prick. You're sure gonna feel it, I guarantee you that."
She rolled sideways a bit and took one of his ankles in hand. She pulled it toward her and said, "Open up, lover. Spread your legs and let your balls fall down where I can get hold of them."
He gladly opened wider and his two hairy testicles jostled downwards between his thighs. She marched her fingers to them and teased their black curls, withholding her fingertip from the wrinkled skin by only the barest distance.
"Open up yourself, honey," Ted said. He put his hand on the smooth joint of her ankle and ran his hand up the sensual bulge of her calf to the back of her knee. "You think I can lay here like this and not move a muscle?" he asked. "Do what you want, baby, but I got to have my hands on you, too, if you're going to-"
She laughed deep in her throat. "Go ahead. I knew you couldn't keep your hands off very much longer. Stay on your back though. I don't want you wasting your strength now. Save it for later when you feed that hard cock to me."
He could reach her knee without scooting downward but that was as far as he could go. She deftly raised her buttocks off the bed and moved down a few inches, permitting his hand to reach all the way to a point high on her inner thigh. At the same time, she quit playing with the hairs of his scrotum and slipped her fingers into direct contact with the bulging skin. She carefully explored the wrinkled skin and ran her fingers past there to the base of his pulsing organ. Her motion brought them closer together and he could reach her genitals at last. He made a move toward them but she swerved aside and kept herself out of his reach without taking her hand off the base of his penis.
"You don't really want a handful of that yet, do you?" she bantered. "You're gonna get plenty of it when it's ready for you." Now she put her thumb and forefinger together and formed a circle around his member, still being careful to limit her touch to the very base.
He slowed himself but refused to hold back entirely. He pushed his hand to the hairy muff between her legs and said, "I got to at least get me a handful of hairs."
He ran his fingers nervously through the abundant curls without touching her flesh for only a few seconds before pressing on. Then he touched her at the soft bottom of her belly at the line where the hairs started to grow. She ran her fingers up his shaft and let him feel what he'd been wanting to.
"That better? That's what you need, huh, lover? Playing around down here isn't enough, is it? You want me to get down to business and jack you off, don't you?" she said.
"Damn right I do!" he exclaimed. "You got me plenty hot just from showing yourself to me. Fooling around with my balls without touching my cock didn't help things none."
"You won't admit it, you lug, but you like to be teased," Mabel observed. "You can't tell me you never teased a woman like that! I bet you like to feel a dame up and get her all hot to go for a long time before you poke her sometimes, don't you?"
He took her words as a compliment to his manhood and said, "Yeah, sometimes."
"Well, you don't have to do that with me," she responded. "Look at my cunt."
He peered between her legs and saw that the rosy lips were now noticeably damp from her excitement.
"You can tell how wet I am without even touching it, can't you? I've been laying here getting wetter and wetter all the time I was playing around with you. It gets me hot as hell to play with a man like that. Always has. I could feel the juice pop out the minute I got my hand as high as your knee."
Hazel never talked about things this way at home. Ted wanted to hear more.
"Tell me about it, you hot bitch," he rasped. "Tell me now what makes your fucking cunt get hot."
She gave a low laugh. "Like to hear a woman talk about it, huh? Bet your wife never said a word about her cunt to you in her whole life. Well, I'll tell you for damned sure that when I see a guy's cock come out of his pants I start getting hot just from seeing it. And when I get my hands on him-especially naked in bed like this-I can feel my cunt juice fairly start to flow. I've had enough cocks in me to know just what it's going to feel like, and looking at a nice stiff one makes me start thinking about how it's going to feel inside."
He lowered his fingers from her belly into the rich growth of her muff and touched the damp skin underneath. She didn't protest at all, even when he headed straight for the smooth, bulging center of her sweating mound.
"That's the way; now you can get it," she told him.
"Ungh," he groaned, overcome at being able to get his hands on her at last.
She moved closer. Her legs and side were touching his, and her fingers were beginning a slow but steady motion from the base of his organ all the way to the glans.
"This is more like it, huh, lover?" she said. The sweat was in beads across his forehead. "I'm gonna pump it for you now instead of just playing with it."
"Lemme into that cunt," he growled. Now he wouldn't be stopped. He had to have his fingers inside the wet prize of her aroused genitals and had to have it now.
"Um yes," she said, wiggling on the bed as he manipulated her. "Yes indeed. Go on in. Um, shit... frig me good. Um ummm!"
He felt a fiery heat in his loins and every time her hand stroked his sex he moved his rear up to meet her. When she felt him bucking upwards, she slowed down.
"Easy, lover," she cautioned. "Don't waste your nuts on my hand. When you pop 'em off I want you in me. You're the boss-ain't that what you need?"
In her wide experience, Mabel had known many men who wanted only masturbation from her. She was giving him his chance.
"Yeah... yeah," he mumbled, breathing hard. "Don't worry, I won't come off in your hand. It's your cunt I'm after."
"Feel it up and feel it good, then," she offered, "'cause when you sock your cock in, you'll have a big handful of my ass. No room for your fingers in my cunt then... ummm, shit but you're getting me hot... um ummm, I'm wet as a goose."
Suddenly she sat up in bed and, in one motion, sprawled alongside him. She kept her hand on his penis but, in his surprise, he lost contact with her genitals.
She grabbed his hand and shoved it back between her legs. "Here it is, lover, take it back. That's the way... ahhh."
He slapped his hand against her sweaty muff and she eagerly wriggled her pelvis 'til his finger found her orifice again. She threw herself on him and pressed her lips to his neck and shoulders. Her hand was still busy between his legs. Now he could feel for the first time the resilient pressure of her breasts. She rolled directly onto his supine body and her taut nipples traced a path of fire across his chest.
"Just like that," he said, egging her on. "Push your tits on me just like you're doing. Jesus Christ but your nipples are hard!"
"Here, take it like this," she offered, raising herself upwards so her breasts were above his face. "That good for you?"
His answer was to fasten his lips to the nearest one and start sucking it. She saw him close his eyes in enjoyment as his wet lips worked feverishly. By twisting sideways a bit she interposed a leg between his and rubbed herself against him. She pulled his hand from her crotch and raised it to the breast he had his mouth on. He immediately began using it to massage the swollen mammary with a slow kneading motion that let him get more and more of it into his mouth with each opening and closing of his fingers. With her organs now unobstructed by his hand, she wormed her pelvis against him 'til the long, warm slit of her sex was in contact with his naked groin.
"Ungh... ungh," she groaned, moving back and forth against him. She quit masturbating his member with her hand and placed the slick, hot head of it to the wet opening of her lips.
"Now, lover," she whispered, "now you can feel it, can't you? Now you can feel my cunt like a man ought to. Lemme get the head in just a little ways... not too far yet."
Ted felt the wet pressure of her lubricated organs close over his glans and shoved it harder. The shaft of his penis surged up into her heated sex flesh and he experienced the wonderful sensation of having her inner walls surround every inch of his organ.
"Arrrgh!" she cried. "Oh damn, lover, you done it now. I love where you got it but can you hold out? You gonna... oh God, you gonna get your nuts off fast now if you ain't careful."
"Come on, Mabel," he pleaded. "Let me have it. Go ahead and... oooh, damn that feels good! Go ahead and give it up... I'm gonna fill you full awful fucking quick!"
"You're the boss, hold on!" she exhorted. "Just lay there and let me work on it for you. I thought you were getting too hot to last long but I... I... ungh... ungh... I don't give a shit-I'm coming too!"
He felt her body rise and fall against his with new fervor. Every time they touched together, their stomachs made a loud splat splat splat.
"That's what momma needs, sock it on home!" she cried. And the solid weight of her body slammed again and again onto his front, driving his penis inches into her hungry organ.
"Oh damn... oh God damn, you better get ready for it now!" he warned her. "I'm really coming... I'm really coming now, baby... fuck it faster, come on, fuck it faster, gimme that snatch!"
"Stick it on up there, lover!" she answered. "Stick it on up my cunt... feed it up me... I want all you got!"
Ted strained upward and sunk his taut member far into the inner recesses of her steaming flesh. A hot wad of sperm spurted from his glans and he let out an ecstatic moan. Mabel never stopped moving, even after she felt the thick white issue hit her vaginal walls. She churned her pelvis and he heard her breathe faster and faster until she reached her climax and fell heavily on his chest, her hair in his face and her arms around his neck.
Soon she rolled off and lay spread-eagled on her back beside him. He stretched out and drew long lungfuls of air as his breathing subsided. He put an arm to his forehead and wiped sweat off in great, wide sweeps that wet the sheet beside his cheek.
"See, you weren't too tired after all, were you?" she commented lazily, turning her head toward him with a sly grin.
He was completely winded. He had to wait a minute and catch his breath before he could answer.
"Hell, not for something like that," he admitted. "I'm never too tired for that kind of lay."
"Satisfied you got your money's worth then?" Mabel said, getting up and heading for the bathroom.
"No complaints," he said drowsily. He was already dropping off to sleep.
"Then you're not mad about me leaving off the mouth job you wanted me to give you?" she asked.
He had forgotten all about that in the heat of their coupling. As a matter of fact, it did irritate him a little bit. But he knew he hadn't missed it. "No, I'm not mad. Just sleepy," he muttered. "Lock the door after you as you leave, okay?"
He was so tired that it made no difference to him that he was letting a rank stranger remain alone with him in his room. As he dozed off to the sound of the shower, he had no idea that his daughter was about to engage in a sex adventure several miles and a few hours farther down the highway.
Chapter Three
Unaware that her father was on her trail, Becky sat in the front seat of the van and watched Red Dog look at her. Naked except for her lollypop panties and her tight-fitting peasant blouse, she wasn't sure she could carry her teasing farther without having to let Red Dog take the rest of them off. His words still burned in her ears. She had coyly told him that if she went any farther he'd want to do something about it besides just watch. And his reply had been, "Just lay down on the seat and I'll show you!"
She sat staring at his stiff organ and wondering just what it would feel like to let him do what he wanted to. Was she ready to pay the price for teasing him? She knew if she backed out now she'd lose his respect for her and think she was just a kid. She forced herself to keep smiling while she put a hand to her blouse. In broad daylight, with Bo only a few yards away, it was just too much. She could never go through with it. Maybe she could fool him. He had seemed to really go for it when she talked boldly about her body. Maybe it was time for a lot more of that.
"Listen," she said, "you wouldn't like it. Not today, anyway, Red Dog. I have my period. But if you could dig on playing with these... groovy!"
She already had a hand on the drawstring of her blouse and he could see that one pull would let it slide off her shoulders. As she spoke, she slipped her fingertips under the protuberant tips of one of her breasts and presented it to him. Her blouse was so thin and tight that the hard outline of the nipple was quite obvious through the material.
He slid in beside her and put his arms around her. She opened herself to him and let him kiss her. First he only brushed his lips past her cheek and into her hair, but then he returned to her mouth and fitted his lips on hers. The feeling of his naked body against hers was warm and exciting. She felt the twin barbs of her nipples press hard against the firm muscles of his naked chest.
"I don't care if you're bleeding," he suddenly said. "I've done it before with chicks when it was their time of the month."
She hugged him closer for a moment to conceal her surprise and the new dilemma she was in. She hadn't expected that.
"Oh yeah, I know," she managed, affecting a very blase, tone of voice. "I've had guys ball me when I was bleeding. But... but Red Dog, you're so groovy that I want it to be especially nice when you do it to me. You dig on what I'm saying?"
He nodded his head and smiled. "Okay, that's cool. I could tell when I first saw you that you had a foxy bod, but I'm just now learning what a far-out head you've got."
It had worked!
She was calm and collected now that she had control of things again. She enthusiastically threw her arms around his neck and wriggled her torso as she let him lay beside her in the narrow seat. She loved the strong grip of his arms around her and she wanted to let him have much more than that from her even though she wasn't prepared to allow intercourse.
She giggled. "I guess there isn't much use taking this dumb blouse off," she said. "You can just about see my boobs as well as if I was naked."
"Maybe," he agreed. "But what I want to do is feel them!"
She gave a quick jerk of the drawstring and the garment fell sideways off her lower shoulder 'til he could see her breast. The top of the blouse struck her just below the naked tip of her soft young nipple. He put his hand on her collarbone and traced his fingers along its fragile length, then let the tips fall into the hollow just below. Her skin was smooth as satin.
"Here, let me get the whole thing off," he said, excited by what he saw and wanting more.
She obediently twisted her torso so he could handle the drawstring. He drew it out, put his hand under the firm, dovelike softness of her other breast, and slipped it off over her head. The perfect complexion of her lily-white breast skin was dazzling in the sunlight through the windshield of the van. Her nipple crowned the firm mound, pink and pretty as a picture. So far it was still soft and more or less a part of her areola. He looked at the bounty just uncovered and ran his hand down from her collarbone to the actual skin of her breast.
"Hey, you got a pair, don't you?" he said. The new light in his eyes excited her. She'd been wanting to have one of the boys put his hands on them for a long time. Now that it was finally happening, she was stimulated even more by his words. There was no doubt about how pleased he was with them. "I guess they'll do," she said, fishing for compliments, "but you've probably seen better."
She knew that her development was outstanding for a sixteen-year-old, if not in pure dimensions, then at least in perfection of shape and firmness. Her vanity moved her to provoke more commentary from him but he was through talking about them. He wanted to feel them. He didn't answer her, just ran his fingers over the marble-smooth skin to the ruddy areola and onto the nipple itself.
She felt a shiver go through her whole body when he touched her. She didn't even try to keep him from finding out how much he had excited her. She glanced down and saw her nipple swell.
"Hey, look what you're doing," she said. "It feels so yummy for you to touch my boobs that my nipple's getting hard."
Then she looked down in the seat between them. His penis rose stiff and long from the tangled mass of his red, curly pubic hair. She grinned. She wasn't so innocent that she hadn't had her hands on a few penes, even though she was still a virgin. Now was the time to show him she wasn't scared to put her hands on it.
"Something else looks pretty hard, too," she said. "I think I'd better investigate."
She slid her hand between their bodies and grasped the shaft of his organ firmly but delicately between her fingers. "Does it get this big all the time," she asked, "or is it just when you see a chick with her blouse off?"
"With you it didn't take that much, love," he reminded her. "It was getting hard from the minute you started talking about yourself a while ago. The minute I started thinking about what a groove it'd be to ball you, it popped up just like it is now."
"But you didn't have to ball me to keep it hard, did you?" she commented. She still felt a little guilty for not allowing him intercourse after so much teasing. She moved her fingers up and down it, watching carefully as she did so.
"No," he admitted. "Not when you know how to jack a cat off like you're doing. There's plenty of chicks that don't know the score when it comes to giving a guy relief like that."
Her pride swelled. She was more enthusiastic than ever about giving him pleasure now. Jeez, she thought to herself, I better watch out. I feel myself getting all hot and bothered inside my panties. If I'm not careful I'll wind up letting him in there and discover I was fibbing about having my period. '
The relentless itching sensation continued inside the hidden interior of her panties, but she held herself in check. Both his hands were on her breasts now. With considerable mental effort, she was able to transfer the arousal of her genitals to the points of her braless mammaries. It was safe to let him do all he wanted to there, so she was able to avoid frustration.
"Oh wow, you do it good, Red Dog," she told him. "I bet even the dumb chicks who still wear bras would let you inside if they knew how good you do it."
He started milking them just like a cow's teats. Hers were so firm and rounded that there wasn't really much to grasp except the points of her nipples but that didn't stop him. He could see she loved every minute of what he was doing to her so he kept it up. She rewarded him by maintaining a firm hold on his penis. By now it was getting a little slippery from the sweat of her palms, so that was no easy task. She used it to her advantage by letting her fingers slide up and down just like it was an oiled wiener.
He bent over and she offered him her lips. He pressed his mouth on them and she opened her mouth. Before, when he'd kissed her, he didn't leave them there long enough for her to use her tongue. Now there was time. She darted it out and forced the tip of it between the warm, wet junction of his lips. The second he felt her touch him, he opened his mouth and permitted her to slip the probing tip of her tongue all the way inside. She was more than willing to put it there and the way she handled it made her feelings quite clear. Pressing her fat breasts against his hands as she writhed in the seat, she traced her tongue across the softness of his inner lips and against the hard surface of his front teeth. Once she exerted a sucking motion that made his penis jump in her hand.
He took his mouth away and kissed her on the neck.
"Oooo, that gives me chills," she whispered, increasing the speed of her fingers on his organ. The way they were laying made her hand rub against her panty-covered mound with every back stroke of her motion, and this served to add to her increasing passion.
If my panties weren't there, she thought excitedly to herself, this would almost be like giving us both a hand job at the same time. Man, my pussy's really getting hot.
"If that gives you chills," she heard him say from somewhere below, "what does this do?"
He dropped his mouth from her neck and made little kisses across the expanse of her upper breasts. "Ummmm," she said aloud.
There was no doubt where his wet kisses were heading for and the thought of having them there was terribly stimulating for her. She had only let two boys do that in her whole life. One got scared and quit and the other had to quit because the lights came on at the drive-in movie they were attending.
Without even thinking what she was doing, she arched her back and made the luscious tips of her breasts stick out even more. She could feel his lips homing in on one like a magnet and she automatically moved her torso to provide complete accessibility. His lips passed over the areola of her left mammary making tiny sucking noises and a second later she enjoyed the thrill of having them part wider and enclose the entire nipple.
"Ahh... ahhhh," she moaned, throwing her arms around his back and pulling him closer. When she realized she had let his penis go, she quickly grabbed it again and picked up the motion in midstride.
"Wow," he breathed, his voice huskily tickling her nipple as he spoke, "your tits are something else. Are they always this sensitive?"
"No," she said, her voice nervously quaking, "it's because you're... ooooo... it's because you're doing it so good!"
Her words fanned his fires higher and he stuck out his tongue. With Becky humping her lithe body against him and masturbating him with her tireless hand, he caressed the nipple and areola thoroughly with the fleshy tip of the red, moist instrument. He could taste a little salt, from her excited sweat, and also a musky taste he could only recognize as being female. It was a little like the scent he now smelled coming up from the region of her stomach and panties. He was so involved with the girl's delicious breasts that he entirely failed to notice that the scent was entirely free of any menstrual smell. He switched over to the other one, licked it broadly with the top of his tongue, then paused a second for his breath and said, "You better slow off, baby, I'm so darned hot I'm about to come."
Becky pulled him tighter to her chest and put her mouth in his thick red hair as she spoke. "I don't care, Red Dog," she whispered. "Go ahead and shoot off whenever you like. I want you to. I don't care if it gets on me. Go ahead. Go ahead and do it!"
"It'll get you... oh God, I'm about to do it... it'll get you all messy," he huffed.
"I don't care!" she insisted. "Let yourself go, Red Dog. Here, lemme jerk it faster for you."
She speeded up her fingers along the length of his bursting organ and rubbed her breasts in his face 'til his cheeks were wet with their warm sweat. With every move of her body she egged him on.
"Come on, come on... here, lemme get it going real good for you... there, how's that... how's that feel? Come on," she urged, "let it rip... fill my hands full!"
Red Dog moved his hips back and forth in a mad tattoo to the rhythm of her fingers and she heard him grunt hard as her hands and wrists were deluged with sperm. Drops flew onto the wet skin of her smooth-skinned belly and he gripped her like a vise, then let go and relaxed into her waiting arms. She felt the thick wetness of his seed running slowly down her arms and into her navel.
"Whew!" he said at last. "You really know how to bring a cat off. You did it darn near as well as I do it myself!"
She smiled and made a move to wipe herself off, but he held her arm.
"Don't sweat cleaning up," he told her. "I'll tend to that. You gave me such a nice come it's the least I can do."
He pulled a faded handkerchief from his bell-bottomed pants and went to work. When he had them both cleaned off, he ran and jumped into the creek with Bo. Becky slipped her panties off so they wouldn't get wet and yanked on her miniskirt, but she left her blouse in the front seat of the van. That way her companions couldn't see her pubes on the way to the water and wouldn't know she'd been lying about her period. She dashed toward them and plopped down on the bank with her feet knee deep in the water. The damp skin of her breasts shone under the bright sun like wet, full domes.
"Hey, right on," shouted Bo. "You have really great tits, Becky, you know it? You shouldn't ever wear anything over them. You're really a groove to show them off to me."
"Well, I just let Red Dog see, so why shouldn't I include you? I can't stand for dumb clods like the guys back home to look at me without my top, but you two are my very best friends now. I'm proud to let you dudes see them."
She wondered if it might make Red Dog jealous to display her bare breasts to Bo after what had just happened in the van. But it didn't seem to at all.
"That's the spirit, love," he called to her. "Spread yourself around some and let old Bo see too."
She slipped her skirt off and slipped into the water the second she caught both pairs of eyes turned. Bo turned around at the sound of the splash and swam toward her. Red Dog swam after him. She didn't want to swim and let her naked rear show, so she stood waiting 'til they reached her.
Red Dog said, "Hey, I just told Bo how outasight you were back in the van. Don't freak out now, it's cool. It's all in the family. C'mere, I want to whisper something to you."
She bent her head to him and he put his mouth to her ear. Bo was only a few feet away, was grinning like a monkey.
"Listen," whispered Red Dog, "Bo's horny too. Neither one of us has had any since last Tuesday. When we get on the road again, how's about giving him a good jacking off like you did me?"
Becky's first thought was negative, but she didn't permit her face to show it. It took her by surprise. Showing her breasts to Bo was one thing, but she sort of thought what they had done together in the van had made her Red Dog's girl. She was just beginning to understand that neither one of them felt possessive toward her.
"Well... I might," she faltered. "I mean, I guess so. Sure you don't care?"
Red Dog shook his head and looked puzzled. "No, man, why should I care? If you both groove on it, what business is it of mine?"
She joined into the feeling with enthusiasm then and demonstrated it by wading through the water toward Bo. She smiled back over her shoulder toward Red Dog and grinned.
"I'm going to give him a little preview," she said, her eyes sparkling mischievously.
When she reached Bo she grabbed him around the waist and hugged her naked breasts against his side, laughing all the while, then disappeared under the water.
"Hey," he called out to Red Dog, "she's swimming under water. What's she up to?"
"Just stay put," answered Red Dog. "You'll find out."
Seconds later Bo jumped backwards in the water and flailed his arms, then broke into a big smile. Becky rocketed up from beneath the water's surface and appeared in front of him, her breasts against his chest and her arm around his shoulders. But only one arm. Her other hand was still under the water.
"Hey," she joked, "I thought you were horny, Bo. How come your cock is so little?"
She knew the reason, that it was only because of the coldness of the water, but she wanted to kid him. She thought it might embarrass him but it didn't faze him at all.
"If your hand is on it very long it sure won't stay that way," he answered, throwing his arms around her and hugging her tightly.
"I can already tell that," she said. "I can feel it getting bigger right now."
"Hell, your tits feel so good against my chest that it'd get big without your hand even being there. If you don't believe me, put both arms around my neck and hold your legs together. I guarantee you'll feel the head of it pushing through between your legs damned quick," he said to her.
"Okay, okay, you two," yelled Red Dog. He was already on the bank and was shaking himself off in the hot sun. "Come on, we've been here quite a while. We better get going. Let's see if we can make the next state line before dark. If you want to play grab-ass, you can do it in the van. I'll drive first."
"Okay, let's split," agreed Bo.
He got out of the water and Becky paddled to the bank. This time, although she was very quick about it, she didn't even wait 'til their backs were turned. She hopped into her miniskirt and they didn't even notice the absence of her panties-and her period. They were on their hands and knees and had a road map spread out tin the grass. She dried herself off with a towel she found in the back of the van and in minutes they were off.
Clean and fresh again, they were ready for the rigors of the trip, whatever they might prove to be. At first all three sat in the front seat as before, with Red Dog driving and Becky between them. But after a few miles he grinned at them and said, "If you guys want to get in the back for a while, go ahead. You don't have to be sleepy to want to flake out back there for awhile, you know."
Becky was feeling more open with them all the time. But they were both a little surprised when it was she who got things rolling.
"Okay, let's do," she said to Bo. "I'm not sleepy yet, but maybe we can find something else to do."
"Right on," agreed Bo, wiping a thick strand of dark hair from his eyes and scooting aside to give her more room. "Can you make it over the back of the seat or do you want us to stop?"
"I can make it okay," she said, "but it might not look too ladylike. Both of you turn your heads, okay? Otherwise you might see my panties. I wouldn't want that to happen. My poor little lollypops are so darned thin they're about to bust through and you just might get an eyeful of ass if I'm not careful."
As she got to her knees and climbed over the seat-back, Bo said, "It's a good thing you warned us. I sure wouldn't want to see your panties, Becky."
"No indeed," chimed in Red Dog, in mocking tones, "much less her ass. We're not looking."
But they both turned and looked as she slid over, although neither of them got to see much. Red Dog let the van stray over the white line in the highway as he looked.
"Hey man," complained Bo, "you better watch where you're driving or there ain't none of us going to have an ass to look at."
He rolled over the seat back and found Becky comfortably sprawled out against the back.
"This is really neat the way you dudes have this all fixed up back here," she observed. "With these big curtains on the windows and this mattress on the floor, it's just like a little bedroom."
"Did you hear that?" Bo called up to Red Dog. "She thinks this place looks like a bedroom back here. What do you suppose would give her that idea?"
"I can't imagine," replied the driver, "but why don't you guys keep that kind of talk to yourselves? It's kind of difficult to drive with a hard-on, you know."
Becky giggled and put her hand over her mouth to hold it back. She saw that Bo was walking on his hands and knees toward her and patted the space beside her.
He saw that she had her blouse back on. He crawled to the spot she indicated and put his arm around her.
"Hey, how come you put your blouse back on after you got through swimming? You let me and Red Dog both see your boobs then. Why not since then?"
She snuggled close and let his arm fall closer before she said anything to him. "It'll come off again, Bo," she told him. "All it needs is a little help."
That was all he needed to hear. He ran his hand over the front of her blouse and felt the firm swell of her breast. He carefully applied his fingertips 'til he'd explored the whole from the outside, then slipped a hand in the top of the wide neck. When she felt the touch of his fingers on her naked flesh she raised her arms and put her palms on the back of his head. She turned her face sideways and when he saw she was offering herself to him, he met her lips with his and pressed his tongue inside her lips on first contact.
"Ummm," he heard her say. The taste of her mouth was hot on his tongue by then. She had met his tongue with hers and was eagerly darting it in and out his mouth. With growing confidence, she rubbed her swollen chest against him. The response she sought was immediately provoked. He put his other hand to the drawstring of the blouse and loosened it, then took the entire garment off.
"You was getting awful hot in there, wasn't you?" he said to her, his hand still holding the blouse.
She took it from his hand and tossed it toward their feet. Her full young mammaries rose on her chest as soft and resilient as dough. Their mouths were together and their tongues flowed in and out of each other's mouth at will. He dropped his face from hers and went for the pink nub of her breast just like Red Dog had done back at the creek. She let him do that and was glad to get it. But when he lowered his hand to her skirt and stuck his fingers between the tight waistband and her warm, hard belly, she stopped him.
"Didn't Red Dog tell you about my period?" she asked.
"Yeah," he admitted, "I just forgot. You got me going so much I let it slip my mind. Can't I even just finger you a little? I won't pull your panties off and try to get my cock in. I just want to finger it for you."
"You could," she allowed, "but you'll like it a lot better later when my period's gone. Okay?"
He readily agreed. What was she going to do to keep them from finding out she was a virgin after she'd already told them different? Oh, well, no time to think about that now. There were other things on her mind -and she wasn't about to miss some fun by worrying now about what to do later. She put her hand on the zipper of his jeans and felt the hardness of his penis underneath. She worked her fingers up and down 'til she could make out every inch of it, from the thick base to the fat, bullet-shaped glans.
"Isn't it getting awfully hot in there?" she asked, using his own words. "You asked me if my blouse wasn't getting a little hot a while ago and I told you it was. But your pants are so hot, I can feel it through the cloth."
"They sure as hell are," replied Bo. "Think you can help me cool them off?"
"All you need is just to have this open," she said, unzipping his fly, "and this out in the open where it can get some air," she went on, putting her hand through the opening and grasping his penis.
"Right on!" exclaimed Bo. "I feel a lot better already."
He was rubbing his open hands over the expanse of her smooth breast-flesh as she extracted the instrument from his pants. Now he ducked his head again and put his mouth on her.
"Do you feel cooler, though?" asked Becky, pursuing the put-on as she handled the naked member.
"I can't say it's really cooler," admitted Bo, "but it feels so good when you do that I don't even care about the temperature. Come on, scoot down on your back so I can get to your tits good."
She let her back slide down the wall 'til she was laying prone. Her skirt was almost useless now if its purpose was to cover her-it had slipped all the way up to her waist. Her flowery lollypops were visible almost as far as the waistband. She saw him glancing down at her pelvis in spite of the fact that her breasts were completely naked and open for his inspection.
"Remember, no playing with my pussy," she reminded. "Isn't it any fun to have my tits out where you can get to them?"
"Does this convince you it is?" he asked, and dove between them. She felt his mouth on her firm, hard breastbone in the center and then felt him move his lips toward her left nipple. The wetness of his lips was increased by the liberal use of his tongue.
She remembered how Red Dog had wanted her to use her tongue on his when he kissed her. She had been as eager to do it as he was. French kissing was something even the kids back in Greenfield practiced. But as she looked down at Bo's exposed organ, she remembered how she used to talk to her girl friends about blowing a boy. None of them had ever done it, they claimed, but all of them sure did like to talk about it. Becky hadn't done it either, but she was becoming awfully curious about what it might feel like. In a way, she thought it was dirty and hoped no one would ever want her to do it to them, but in some hidden part of her mind there existed a very strong interest in it.
Bo was making her feel wonderful by putting his lips on her breasts. She really couldn't say which guy did it better, but she was sure they both did it much better than any of the boys in Greenfield. She remembered the boy who was doing it to her and quit because he got scared. Red Dog and Bo didn't act like that. They acted like they wanted to suck and lick her there all day.
"Am I doing it good for you?" she asked him. "Am I fingering your prick the way you like it?"
His mouth was full of her pert nipple and she could barely make out what he said. "Oh yeah," he mumbled, "you're... mfff... you're doing me real good... keep it fast... mmfffff... just like you're doing."
"I love it when you come," she told him. "It gets me hot as heck to see the wad spurt out. You getting there?"
That's a switch, thought Bo to himself, she wants me to come as soon as I can. 'Cause, if I had it in her pussy she'd probably want me to hold back for a long time.
"Yeah," he finally answered, his mouth still busy on her protuberant nipple-flesh, "I'm getting... whew!... I'm getting real close."
Becky felt pretty embarrassed about wanting to see it closer up but her curiosity won out. She knew he was too busy burying his face in her breasts to notice, so she bent her head down 'til it was only about a foot from the red, swollen organ.
Now when he shoots off I can really see it good, she thought to herself. Wow, look at it jump in my hand - he must be darned close to getting his climax.
Inside her panties, among the profuse blonde pubic hair that padded her mound of Venus, Becky felt rivulets of sweat course down her tender skin. She was getting awfully excited from having him mouth her breasts while she manipulated his penis. She was beginning to wish she had never mentioned the stuff about not being a virgin. She was so hot she was dying to have him touch her organs, but she still couldn't bear having them discover she'd been lying.
Darn, my pussy's so horny to have a finger in it that I'm burning up, she thought to herself in consternation. Maybe I can just... there... now I've got it. Maybe I can just work on it some myself. She sneaked the fingers of her free hand between her legs and surreptitiously began to stimulate her sensitive organs through the thin material of her undergarment right under his nose.
Oh wow, that's a lot better, she thought. I should have done that a long time ago.
Just when it was feeling good for her, she felt him clutch her tighter and burrow his mouth into the fullness of her breast. He gave a little cry and the end of his penis erupted with a small glob of warm, white sperm that flew straight into her face. She had been holding her head so close there wasn't time to move it. As he collapsed on her, burying his face in her neck and hugging her close, she was busy wiping the thick substance off her feet.
At first she was mortified. Ick! This is awful, she thought to herself. But she knew it had been her fault. And she couldn't say anything to him without admitting how close her face had been to his penis. As she wiped it off, a little bit got in her mouth. She began spluttering but stopped as soon as she started. The taste of the stuff was... well, freaky, she thought. A little salty, maybe, and... and kind of good in a strange way. She was very surprised.
She soon managed to clean up all right but was on edge from having been so excited without reaching an orgasm. She had gotten very close to it by manipulating herself the way she'd done. In spite of the fact that she'd discovered how to masturbate when she was about eleven years old, she felt very guilty about it and hoped Bo hadn't noticed. From the look on his face she was sure he hadn't. He was lying on his side with a smile on his mouth and his spent organ lying limp from his fly.
"Hey, man, thanks a lot," he said. "I was horny as hell and really needed that. You're really a groove to jack me and him off like you did. Shit, when your period's over, I'll bring you off any way you want me to. And I bet Red Dog will too."
"Any way I want you to?" she repeated. She was thinking that using the hand was about the only way except for actual intercourse. Could it be that Bo would be willing to-she felt a flush of excitement at the thought-to lick her pussy, just like she and her girl friends had talked about doing to boys?
"Sure," he said, "any way, love. I'll suck, frig, lick, or fuck you. And be damned glad to do it."
The van suddenly lurched. Red Dog yelled back and told them to hang on, they'd come to the dirt road leading to their first stop. She had thought they'd be staying in a motel or something, but it would be a much better place than that, she learned. They would stay at Moonstar Camp, a hippie campsite known to the boys. It wasn't an actual commune, they explained to Becky-that would come later on during the trip. But it was a place hidden in the hills off the highway where hippies traveling coast to coast were welcome. Red Dog said it was a place that was "run by brothers where there's a lot of good vibes."
About five miles farther, he wheeled the van to a stop and some people came running out to meet them from a big barnlike structure. The two boys shook hands, hugged a lot of the other people-even other males, Becky noticed-and she soon felt very much at home. While they were still standing by the van, a tall man who looked about thirty smiled and looked hard at her. It was like he was undressing her with eyes. To her surprise, he pointed to three or four girls standing near and said, "Red Dog, you and Bo decide which chicks you dig and see if you can't talk them into giving you some pussy tonight. You can sleep all night with them. This little blonde here, Becky, is the one I want. How about it, love-you dig on getting it on with me tonight?"
She was too surprised to think right. She had to answer him-what could she say?
Chapter Four
It was well after dark as Ted Spencer drove west on the highway, entirely ignorant of the dilemma Becky was in at that very moment. He wasn't even absolutely sure he was still on their trail. His imagination was bad enough. If he had been aware of the actual details of what his daughter was experiencing, he would have gotten apoplexy.
As the motor purred along he found his thoughts turning back to Mabel, the motel prostitute. He felt guilty for having cheated on Hazel but he hadn't had another woman in so long a time that the experience had been terribly exciting for him. He had slept all day after she left, had gotten up and showered, then resumed his drive around dusk. But as he drove, he kept thinking about Mabel's naked body. His daughter was the important thing, he had to keep reminding himself. It was because of her that he was on the trip-not to sleep with whores. Still he found himself considering the possibility of having some other woman along the way. His appetite had been whetted and it was very hard for him to dismiss it from his mind.
From time to time he passed hitchhikers, but he always passed them by. They were always seedy-looking men that he thought might want more from him than just a ride. Once a younger man had raised a limp wrist and waved to him for all the world like a girl. There had even been a definite sway to the man's hips, as he stood trying to cadge a ride.
"Fuckin' queer!" Ted had yelled out the window as he went by. Queers made him sick to his stomach.
Just as he topped a long hill outside a small town, his headlights flashed past a lone figure on the roadway. His first thought was that it was just another hitchhiker and he stepped on the gas. But as he sped past, he saw that it was a woman. And from the brief glimpse he got, a pretty good-looking one at that. For a few seconds he debated whether to stop, then his emotions won out and he turned into a side road and turned the car around. When he reached the place where he had seen her his heart fell. She was gone. Damn it!
But as he turned around again, he saw her waving frantically from a phone booth a few yards off the road. He felt a surge of joy. He drove up toward her and stopped. She dashed toward him from the phone booth and waved her hand in the air.
"I sure would like a ride if you're going that way very far, mister," she said.
He couldn't see her body too well because of the coat she wore but, if the trim long legs sticking out from under it were any indication, he thought she must be a very pretty woman. She was young too, he noted with nervous anticipation-not more than twenty-one or twenty-two at the most.
"Sure, hop in. I'm probably going farther than you are going. Isn't that coat pretty thin for nighttime?" he said. He introduced himself and she said her name was Roseann. Since she didn't have any suitcase with her, he cursed his luck and figured she must not be going far. But when he asked her about it, she said she was going as far as an air force base in western Kansas.
Now that she was in the car he could see her better. She had a full growth of thick blonde hair of a darker shade than his daughter's, and a delicately boned face with large green eyes. He kept hoping she would unbutton her coat so he could get a good look at the rest of her body but she kept it buttoned tightly. She seemed pretty nervous and kept lighting one cigarette after another. After a few miles his silence paid off and she opened up a little.
"The truth is, I'm running away," she confided, "but it's not like you think. I've been living with my inlaws in a little town a few miles back while my husband's in the air force. I tried to stick it out but we just didn't get along at all. I'm going now to meet him. He just got back from overseas."
Ted told her he'd be glad to take her all the way, but that it would be probably noon the next day before they got there. He didn't actually come right out and say they'd need to sleep somewhere before they got there, but he hoped she realized it. His spirits were raised when she didn't put up opposition to riding all the way with him.
She still kept her coat buttoned and he was dying to see what she looked like. He reached over on the sly and flipped the heater switch on. It worked.
"Seems kind of hot in here," she observed. "Mind if I take my coat off and toss it on the back seat?"
He told her to go right ahead. That way it worked out better than he'd planned. When she stretched back to put the coat away, he not only got to see what she looked like but got a nice shot several inches up her dress as well. She was skinny, he observed, and maybe some guys would have thought she was too skinny. But not him. He liked them pretty thin. And since the motel prostitute had been rather buxom, Roseann was a welcome change. But she turned around faster than he anticipated and he thought she just might have caught him looking at her. She didn't say anything, so he never knew for sure.
He commented on her apparent nervousness and she admitted it. He told her he was going to stop soon for a bite to eat and maybe a drink or two would calm her. When they pulled into a roadside restaurant he ate, but she wouldn't touch a thing. When he offered her a drink again, her answer surprised him.
"Would you think I was silly if I asked you to just get some cold beer and let me drink it in the car?" she asked. "I know that isn't very sophisticated, but I'm a pretty plain girl in a lot of ways."
Ted was naturally delighted to have her do her drinking in the car. He picked up two six-packs and they were on their way. She downed the first beer pretty fast and midway into the second she began to talk. He didn't know whether she just happened to be a woman with a small capacity for alcohol, or whether not eating made it act on her more but, whatever the reason, she quickly became much more talkative.
She told him the main trouble she had with her inlaws was over "bedroom stuff." Ted's ears pricked up like a bird dog.
"Oh really?" he commented, trying his best to contain himself.
"Yes," she said. "It's not that I go out on my husband or anything like that. Maybe if I did, things would be better, I don't know. But the thing is, his dad started getting flirty with me. Know what I mean? I noticed him gawking at me for a long time before he ever did anything about it but one night when his wife was out he tried to get fresh and I slapped his face. It made him real mad but, of course, he couldn't tell his wife, and I was embarrassed too. You know, my husband's own father trying to do things with me."
"Uh... just what was it he did," asked Ted, "if you don't mind my asking?"
"Well, he came into my room after I'd already gone to bed and nuzzled his old whiskery face down and tried to kiss me. I think he got to see quite a bit too, before I rapped him with my open palm. You know, sometimes a girl doesn't wear much to bed if there's no one around to see what she's got on."
She took another long drink of beer, then swung her long legs up into the seat and kicked her shoes off. She was becoming more informal by the minute and Ted was hoping she'd keep it up.
"That's not all, though," she continued. "After that he'd try to peek at me when I was undressing or in the bathroom. I had to stuff paper in the keyhole of my bedroom door, and once he tried to look through the transom when I was toweling off in the bathroom after a shower. Once in a while he'd buy me something. It was okay at first. Just little impersonal things. But when he came home one day with a pair of sheer pantyhose, I knew he just bought them to get to watch me put them on. But I didn't give him the satisfaction of seeing it."
She laughed. "I got some satisfaction for myself though, every once in a while," she said, in a low, indistinct voice as though she were speaking to herself. When he asked her to repeat it, she blushed and clapped a hand over her mouth. But by now she was into her third beer.
"I just meant that I did what women do sometimes when they're alone without their man," she explained. "You're married, aren't you? You know how it is to... well, to get used to making love every night with your spouse. And then what do you do if you're left all alone, with no one to do it with you?"
Ted was on top of every word she said. "Sure," he consoled, "I know what you mean. It gets bad, doesn't it? I'm that way myself right now, as a matter of fact. I'm going to be gone from my home and wife for two or three more weeks. I know what you mean."
She giggled. "You ever do it then?" she asked.
He felt his penis growing inside his pants. "What?" he asked. He was pretty sure he knew damned well what she was referring to, but he wanted to hear her say it. "Do I ever do what?"
"Oh, you know," she answered cagily. "What kids do when they first discover they got something between their legs. Masturbate."
Ted gave a start. Somehow the scientific term for the act was more exciting to him, coming from her, than a more common way of saying it would have been. He was tongue-tied. He desperately wanted to continue the conversation but he couldn't think what to say.
"Come on, admit it," she chided, "I just know you have. Every boy does it and most girls do too, even then a lot of guys don't think so. I know I sure do. If it wasn't for that, I'd go out of my mind when I'm away from my husband for so long."
"I guess I have sometimes, yeah," he finally answered, in control again of his voice. "When I was a kid," he added. The basic guilt with which Ted regarded the act forced him to justify his confession to her.
"When you were a kid?" she said, giving a loud laugh. She was definitely in her cups. "Hell, I bet you've done it since you been grown too. I bet you do it right now!"
He much preferred to talk about her. "Do you? Do you still do it now sometimes, even though you're grown?" His eyes were gleaming with desire as he spoke.
"I already told you I did," she exclaimed. "Boy, you should have seen my father-in-law when he got an eyeful of it one time. The old bastard had been trying to look up my skirt or see me in bed for weeks, like I told you. Well, one night he went outside and peeked in my bedroom window. I had my door locked and the keyhole stuffed with paper, so it never dawned on me to expect him from the other direction. I was lying on the bed. I still had my panties and bra on, but that didn't keep me from doing it. If a girl's needing relief bad enough, it's easy to do it, no matter what you're wearing."
She took another long drink of the beer. "I'd been watching television and there was a love movie on. Nothing too hot, just mushy stuff. You know, kissing, hugging and all. But the guy playing the lead was really good-looking and he got me all turned on. That's when I started needing it bad. Pretty soon I slipped my hand in my panties and started giving it to myself real nice and slow. To tell the truth I guess I was thinking how nice it would be if the big guy was off the television screen and lying there on the bed with his hand inside my panties. Anyway, before I even got myself good and wet, I heard a terrible crash outside the window. I dashed outside and found my father-in-law lying down on the porch with a big cardboard box turned over next to him. The old fool had tried to stand on it to see better and it gave way."
She laughed drunkenly and shook her head. "You can see why I had to get away from there, can't you? It may be funny now, but it was hell when I was living there."
Her story had excited him tremendously. His penis was so hard it was ramming against his zipper and hurting itself. He wondered if she thought he was too old for her.
"Listen, Roseann," he said in a joking way, "you hadn't ought to tell a guy like me things like that. I've been away from my wife for quite a while, you know. Hearing something that sexy might get me all hot and bothered and make me do something I'd be sorry for."
"Really?" she mused. "It never occurred to me that just hearing something like that would get you... hot." He noticed that she put a strange emphasis on the last word. "You kidding me, or are you really turned on just from what I said? If there was anything to see, I could understand it, but all I did was tell you about it. I sure didn't show you anything to make you hot."
They both looked at her legs at the same moment. She saw that she had accidentally been showing quite a bit of her hosiery-covered thigh to Ted. She giggled, pulled her dress hem down, and said "Well, not very much, anyway."
"Then you've got a lot to learn about men, Roseann," he said. "It doesn't take nearly as much to get a man hot for loving as for a woman." His face was sweating. "If you don't believe me, just look in my lap."
The young woman turned her eyes to the front of his pants and observed the unmistakable outline of an aroused male organ pushing up from underneath. She stared at it for a full half minute before she said anything to him. His eyes were on her face as much as his driving allowed and he saw her touch the tip of her tongue to her dry lips just before she spoke. "You weren't kidding me, were you? You got a hard-on under there if I ever saw one. I'll be damned. Looks like you're built pretty well, too. It sure isn't no little boy's cock you got under there."
He couldn't stand it anymore. He pulled the car off the road at the next side road and turned off the motor.
"What are you doing?" Roseann stupidly inquired. She didn't appear too angry, only puzzled.
"A man can't stand to have a woman act the way you've been for very long without doing anything about it," he explained.
Her face was completely impassive. He even thought he detected the beginning of a strange little smile. "You're right, mister," she admitted. "I shouldn't have been carrying on like I have."
"Ted," he corrected, "not 'mister.' "
"Whatever," she said. "Anyway, I should have known better than to tell you things like I've been doing. I should have never had all these beers. That's what did it."
"The hell it was," Ted protested. "All the beer did was make you relaxed enough to let me see what's inside. And you know damned well what that is- you've a case of the worst hot pants I've seen in a long time. Don't deny it."
She dropped her head and turned slightly away from him. It wasn't that she was sad. She just couldn't bear to hear the truth.
He dropped his hands from the steering wheel and scooted across the seat to her. Her legs were still folded under her and she was in her stocking feet. He placed one hand on her slender knee and the other to her cheek, directing her face toward his. She could see very well that he could see a long way up her dress but she made no move to pull her hem down or even to bring her legs closer together.
"Don't look at me with such a long face," he demanded. "The only thing wrong with you is the same thing wrong with me... we're horny, that's all. You've already seen this through my pants, Roseann. Here, look at what it looks like out in the open."
He darted his hand to his fly and tore open the zipper. The heavy length of his organ flopped out in front of the girl's eyes and she made a move to slide toward the opposite door.
"Now, you don't!" he yelled, stopping her. "You were awfully damned interested in this thing before. See how you like it now. I can tell you for sure it wouldn't be big and hard like this if it wasn't for you. A man can only take so much, you know, then he has to get down to brass tacks and get his hands on a woman."
She jerked her head and her long hair flew aside like a whip. She was trembling. "I wasn't trying to get away, damn it, Ted," she said. "Can't you understand a girl has feelings too? I can't stand to have that big tool of yours naked right in front without wanting to do something. I don't care what you think of me- maybe I'm a slut, I don't know. But it's bad enough to feel this way-much less admit it to a man."
He felt the sap rise in his turgid member. "Don't worry about what I think of you, for Christ's sake," he said. "You're just admitting the truth, and that's more than most women will do. Take hold of it. I know fucking well you want to!"
She turned away and then turned back again. She was shaking like a leaf. "No," she hissed, "I won't do it. I won't let myself give in to my emotions and make a fool of myself in front of you. I... I can't-"
"Yes, you can, by God!" yelled Ted. "And I'm going to show you you can."
He grabbed one of her hands and pressed it to the pulsing stalk of his inflamed manhood. She emitted a little cry and made a halfhearted effort to move away. The touch of his hot flesh was like a branding iron against her palm.
"Oh, you bastard," she cursed him, half crying and half laughing, "you know how hot I am for it, don't you? You can see it in everything I do, can't you? I can't fight it anymore, Ted. I'm too weak."
And before his excited gaze, she turned toward him and wrapped her free arm around his neck. She hugged him to her soft, small breasts for dear life and ran her hand up and down the shaft of his penis. It was clear to him that he didn't need to hold it anymore. He turned loose of her wrist and threw his arm around her back. For a few seconds the aroused pair grasped each other's body like birds of prey, hugging and clutching frantically, with no thought of where their hands were. Then the clothes started coming off.
He grabbed her dress at the neck and fumbled with it, his fingers maddeningly frustrated as they sought a way inside. She still had his organ in a strong grip and was doing nothing to hide her desire for it.
"Oh shit, just yank it off the best way you can, Ted," she cried. "I can't remember how the damned thing comes off. Please, please-get it off. I'm burning up in here. Get me down to my panties and bra fast, lover, will you?"
Her eagerness stimulated him more than ever. He hooked his two hands in the top of the dress just above her breasts and ripped hard. The fabric gave way with a sharp tearing noise and parted all the way to her waist, exposing a white brassiere. She grabbed him around the neck and spoke drunkenly into his ear.
"Get the rest off," she ranted. "The bra and everything. I want to be strip-ass naked with you."
He reached behind her and tried for a couple of seconds to unhook the bra strap. When it proved difficult, he snatched it off her back by popping the elastic and breaking it in two. Her small but firm breasts came jiggling out in the open. She took a hand off his penis and put it under a breast. Lifting it up and pointing her dark little nipple toward his face, she said, "Go ahead and take it, Ted. Now that you got my boobies out where you can get to them, you can do anything you want to to them. Lick 'em suck 'em, I don't care... but for God's sake do something to 'em, will you?"
He dove forward and took one in his mouth before he even got his hand to one. They were about the size of lemons, he found, and firm as could be. The sucking noise he produced made her temperature soar and she egged him on by increasing her attention to his big red organ. She still had the bottom of her dress on and he soon had it made clear to him that she wanted it off too.
"Take the rest off," she gasped. "I want my cunt naked for you. Damn, that's what so hot. I just got to have it off."
From his position at her breast he could smell the feminine scent of her genitals and knew she meant what she said. He raised his mouth from her nipple and worked on the bottom of the dress but it was to no avail. It was stuck too tight. He grabbed her under the cheeks of her rear and laid her down on her back in the seat, then jerked the remains of the garment off over her legs and feet. She lay looking up at him in nothing but her underpants. She smiled drunkenly and kicked her feet in the air as though she were riding a bicycle.
"That's it, honey," she gasped. "Get me all the way naked. I want to feel that big cock of yours ream me out like a bulldozer."
The sight of her rounded buttocks squirming below him in the car seat made him impatient to sink his hard flesh between her tender thighs. He flipped the waistband of the panties against her.
"Ouch!" she cried.
"Take them off yourself," he told her. "I did the rest. Hell, I haven't even got my own clothes off yet at all."
She looked up at him from the seat as he got out of his shirt and started in on his pants.
"You dirty old fucker," she chided, "you just want to see me do it, don't you? You just want to watch me! I don't care, though. Look at me all you want to while I strip 'em off."
Now he had his clothes off except for his shoes and socks, which he decided was too much trouble. His pants were down around his ankles and his undershorts were at his knees. What attracted his entire attention now was her hand. With one, she kept slipping up and down his penis as before. But the one she had jammed into her panties was the one he was so busy watching. He couldn't wait to see her organs. And to be able to watch her divest herself of the final scanty undergarment was especially erotic to him.
She knew very well what he was doing, but far from objecting to it, she reveled in it. Her long dark blonde hair was tossed every which way as she grinned up at him through it.
"Lookee, lookee," she teased, "I'm getting close to the pussy, Ted. See? I'm already down to the hairs."
He saw the first tangles of dark blonde hair appear at the top of her descending panties. If it hadn't been for her hand giving him stimulation, he wouldn't have been able to stand the waiting. His blood was burning to view the inner sanctum of her still-hidden sex.
"Is that the place you couldn't keep your mouth shut about?" he asked banteringly. "Is that the little cunt you couldn't keep your hands off of?"
"Sure is," she coyly admitted. "You can't see enough of it, can you? Look, here's my mound."
She was inching them down. Suddenly she gave a jerk and yanked the flimsy panties all the way down to her knees. "This is teasing me more than it is you," she exclaimed. "The hell with this striptease. I want 'em off!"
The wet, red-lipped orifice gleamed up at him from a surrounding bed of thick, springy curls. He didn't wait for an invitation to touch it. His hand moved like a snake and she arched her back and gasped in pleasure as his fingers went straight to the slick, moist slit. He inserted a thumb and two fingers into the fleshy folds.
"Ungh... ungh," she moaned. "Right there, right there," she cried. "Don't stop!"
So far, he had only pressed his fingers to the inner surfaces of the lips themselves. Now he raised then to the pea-sized button at the top and touched it ever so gently. Her response was electric.
"Oooooooooh," she groaned. "Oh shit, don't wait any longer. Gimme the prick, will you? I need it right now!"
Ted was so aroused from the steady masturbation she'd been giving him that his penis was clamoring for relief. Her reaction was exactly what he'd hoped. He raised himself over her on his hands and knees and she pulled him closer by yanking on his organ. As she stared up at him from the seat she saw his sweating face and was roused to a fine edge of desire. She guided the thick instrument to the hungry cleft of her organs and pushed the knobby end inside in one motion.
In his excitement at achieving entry, he cracked his knee against the dashboard ashtray. He felt the skin break and the resultant stab of pain, but he was much too hot to let it bother him. She reached for him with both hands and raised her pelvis to meet him. As his organ mined the wet sweetness os her vagina, he felt the blood rush to his head and groin like an avalanche.
"Ugh... ugh... oh baby, oh baby... lemme have it!" he muttered, his breath coming in wheezes.
"Take it, lover man!" she cried. "Ungh... take it all. Oh, my God, fuck me, Ted... fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
He ground his member into her moist loins like a piledriver and she returned every motion. Just before she reached her orgasm he saw her shake from side to side, then her arms and legs twitched like a spastic and, when he unloaded his sperm into her steaming organs, she hit her peak and sobbed like a baby. He was completely out of breath. He lay on her sweat-damp front, too tired to move a muscle. For almost a whole minute after his ejaculation, she industriously worked herself up and down against his organ even after it started going soft. From the little noises she made, it was obvious she was enjoying a few smaller climaxes in the wake of the big one.
They lay for almost a half hour in the same position. The alcohol had gotten to her now and she was sleeping like a log. He put her clothes back over her and then donned his own and drove away. He was too sleepy to drive far, after expending all that energy, so he stopped at the first motel he came to.
A half hour later they were both fast asleep. As he dozed off, he recounted the day's activities and felt very guilty. He should have been miles farther down the road by this time. There was no telling how far ahead Becky and her companions had traveled. He would have to keep his mind on his business from, now on, he thought, as sleep claimed him. He had no way of knowing, of course, that his daughter and her two friends had also stopped, and that even though they remained almost a hundred miles ahead of him, their relative distance did not increase.
Some time in the early morning hours before the sun had even begun to rise, he was awakened by a most pleasant sensation. Roseann had roused herself and buried her head under the covers. He woke to the wet touch of her lips on his shriveled penis. He was so groggy he thought he must be having an erotic dream. But, as the attention she gave him raised his dormant organ to a new state of erection, he soon realized the wonderful truth.
No doubt about it. This Roseann was every bit as horny as she claimed. No wonder she was forced to masturbate a lot to satisfy herself in the absence of her husband, he thought. She sucked and licked on it for several minutes and, from the way the covers were moving and the bed was shaking, he was almost sure that she had her other hand busy between her own thighs. Before long he heard a whimpering sound and felt her speed up the motions of her fingers on his penis. She had her mouth and one of her hands going on it at the same time. Although his climax was weaker than before, she finally drove him to it. When the sperm came flooding out, she greedily smacked her lips and sucked off every drop of it.
Only then did they return to sleep. When he woke up the next morning she was gone. She had pinned a note to her pillow.
"Dear Ted," it began. "I really have to get control of myself. The beer I drank last night made me do things that I would have never done sober. I'm not claiming I didn't like it-I did. In fact, I loved it. But I could never face you, now that morning is here. You're a nice guy. Good luck. I'm going the rest of the way on the bus." It was signed, "Roseann, your highway lover."
He tore the note up and showered, then shaved and paid his bill. He had a daughter to locate. A chilling thought struck him. What if his little Becky was lying on her back right this moment, letting some hippie make love to her? What if she were doing the same he had been doing so much of lately?
He patted the stock of his shotgun and headed west on Route 66.
Chapter Five
Becky was speechless when the tall, dark hippie at the campsite offered Bo and Red Dog their choice of the girls there, and then said "the blonde one" was the one he liked. The blonde one was Becky! She glanced at her two companions for some indication as to what she should do, but they only smiled vacantly. She'd have to play it by ear. And Ringo, the tall man, had been so pointed-"How'd you like to get it on with me tonight?" he had said.
Summoning all her bravado, she said, "Oh, wow, whatever happens, happens-I only live a minute at a time."
She was scared the group would see how frightened and inexperienced she was, but to her relief the answer she gave seemed to satisfy him. He picked her up and swung her around in a playful hug, then sat her down and asked them if they wanted to turn on. Bo and Red Dog were ecstatic. They nodded eagerly and turned to Becky.
"Did you hear that?" they said. "Ringo and his family are holding. They're into some grass. Isn't that a groove?"
So, thought Becky, now I'll get my first chance to smoke marijuana - But I can't let them know I've never done it before.
"Outasight!" she chirped. "I haven't had any for a week or so before I met you dudes."
As they all walked towards Ringo's lean-to he asked Becky how much grass cost per kilo in her part of the country. Her heart dropped. She didn't have the slightest idea. But her imagination came to the rescue once again.
"Heck, I don't know," she coolly replied. "I never have to buy any. The dudes I used to hang out with always did that part. All I did was smoke it!"
Her response drew a laugh from Ringo and the boys, and the girls in the group giggled and added their approval. "Right on!" said one. "A chick should never have to buy grass. Her old man should always keep her supplied."
Inside the lean-to, a fairly comfortable three-room affair, they all sat down on the floor and Ringo made introductions. Besides himself, there were three girls -Strawberry, a thirteen-year-old redhead; Bunny, a nineteen-year-old brunette; and Connie, a dishwater blonde of twenty-nine. Ringo lit a joint and took a long drag, then passed it around the circle of friends.
Becky soon discovered that Strawberry was Connie's daughter, which she never would have guessed. They didn't act like mother and daughter at all. And Becky had been curious about Strawberry's very presence at the hippie camp, since she was so young. She had assumed she must be a runaway. She became chummy with Bunny after the joint was passed around the circle a couple of times, so she asked her about it. Exactly what kind of "family" was this, anyway-a man and three girls, with a mother and daughter among them and a spare nineteen-year-old?
Bunny explained, "We're not really a family. Not by blood, if that's what you mean. Even Connie never was married. She had Strawberry when she was just sixteen. We just hang together because we groove on each other. We share the housework and ball whoever we want to. For the past few days Ringo's been screwing Strawberry most of the time, but now it looks like he's got a thing for you. You'll dig him. Last week it was mostly me he was with in the sack, and he really knows how to make a chick get her cookies."
Becky was almost overwhelmed by the new information. "You mean... you mean Connie lets Strawberry ball guys when she's only thirteen? And... and even balls the same guy herself? And nobody gets jealous or anything? And you just got through being with him last week?"
"Sure," Bunny said. "That's our trip. We all just do what we feel like. How old were you when you first lost your cherry-didn't you want to screw when you were thirteen? Connie lets Strawberry ball anyone she likes as long as she takes her b.c. pills."
Becky had to admit to herself that she had wanted to have sex at thirteen. Maybe even twelve. But it was unheard of to do anything about it at that age back in Greenfield.
"Once in a while one of them gets a little possessive over someone," Bunny continued, "but it never lasts long. Why waste time wanting someone who doesn't dig you at the moment? Eventually the cycle changes and the one you wanted comes your way, dig. In the meantime, you might as well get it on with someone else. Might turn out to be a better trip than the first person."
Becky was fascinated by the things the pretty brunette had told her. The idea of so much freedom was groovy, she thought, but a little scary unless you were used to it. She looked up to see the joint being passed to her again. It was the fourth or fifth time around. Twenty minutes or so later, when it came around again, she took a long drag and passed it, by accident, back to the person who passed it to her. Everyone laughed and Red Dog chortled, "Becky's high!"
She soon learned that mistakes regarding time and sequence were very common under the influence of the drug. Once she said, "Bo, should we go roll the windows up in the van? Won't the dew get the seats wet when it gets dark?"
Bo laughed and said, "You're really getting stoned, love. It's been dark for a couple of hours." Becky looked outside and saw that he was right. It was only the grass playing its time-distortion tricks on her.
"This is pretty heavy grass," she remarked to Ringo, covering herself. What she didn't realize was that it wasn't necessary. The others were just as high as she was. Before long, people started drifting away from the circle. Bunny whispered, "See you later. I'm going to go out to the van with Red Dog. Have a good time with Ringo!"
Normally, Becky would have been jealous of the girl, but she found that she wasn't. She wasn't sure whether to attribute it to the grass or just to the influence of her new surroundings. In the corner of her eye, she thought she saw Bo leave with young Strawberry. Surely not, she thought to herself. But then again, maybe so! She was in the room now with only two other people-Ringo and Connie. When she looked a little closer, she almost jumped out of her skin at what she saw.
The two of them were sitting only a few feet away from her, yet Connie had Ringo's penis out and was massaging it with her hands. She had it between her two palms and was rolling it slowly from side to side like dough. And he had his hand up her long dress and was calmly caressing the woman's organ in plain view of Becky!
Stranger still was the effect it had. For some reason, it didn't make Becky at all nervous. It seemed, in fact, to be the most natural thing in the world. And they didn't try to hide it, either. When they saw her looking their way, they both smiled at her and continued with what they were doing. Then Connie, still smiling sweetly, took one hand off his penis and motioned toward it to Becky. She was... she was inviting Becky to come and join in!
By this time, Becky knew that the grass was affecting her. She had heard that the drug had a strong aphrodisiac power. Now she knew it was true. As she looked at them, there was no doubt in her mind that she should simply pad across the room and join in on their scene. They saw her rise to her knees and knew she was coming to them. Ringo held out his arms and so did Connie.
When she reached them-it seemed like miles to her -she walked right into Connie's arms. Since she was sitting down, her face struck Becky about even with her groin. The woman nuzzled her face into the hollow of her pubes and put her arms around her hips, locking her hands together across Becky's buttocks. Normally, she would have been scared to death of anything that even smacked of being queer... but somehow the attention she was getting from Connie seemed the most natural thing in the world. She even put her hands on the woman's hair and began stroking it. It was so calm and peaceful, she thought. There was none of the usual pressure that so often went with sex.
But what surprised Becky the most was finding out that she was no longer afraid to say she was a virgin. It no longer mattered that Ringo and Connie thought she was experienced. She still wouldn't have wanted Bo and Red Dog to know, but they weren't even present.
Connie said, "You're a lovely girl, Becky. When Ringo and I were playing with each other a while ago, we were hoping you'd come and join us. We'd love it if we could both make love to you and to each other at the same time. Would you like that? Would you like for us to carefully undress you and kiss you all over your sweet body, while you use your hands on us any way you like?"
Then Becky delivered her shocker. "Yes," she said, her voice dreamy and slow. "Yes, I honestly would. But there's something you both should know first. I'm a virgin. I've never had a man's cock in me. Other things, but never that. Do you still want to do the things you said?"
Connie hugged her close and looked back at Ringo for his blessing. "You sweetheart," she said to Becky, "of course we do. It makes no difference to us if your pussy hasn't been split."
"Not at all," chimed in Ringo, reaching around Connie to grasp Becky gently by the upper thighs. "If you want us to, we'll even make love to you without busting your cherry. Are you saving it or something? That's cool with us. I can get plenty of satisfaction from you without fucking your cunt by ramming my prick in. And let me tell you, Connie here is a fantastic suck artist. She can make you come in a few seconds or she can draw it out for hours. My God, I can get my nuts off just by watching her work on you. I bet you've got an awfully cute cunt."
"No," protested Becky, "I want you to bust it. I lied to Bo and Red Dog and told them I wasn't cherry, and I don't want them to find out." It was still amazing to her how she could be so truthful with these strangers. She was sure now that it must be the effect of the grass she'd smoked.
"Don't worry then, sweety," Connie consoled. "You're in great hands. Ringo will make it real slow and yummy for you. It'll hardly hurt a bit. I let him take Strawberry's cherry when she was just eleven and she loved every minute of it. There was just a spot or two of blood. And don't forget, I'll be in there loving you up too. There are certain things another chick can do for you better than any man."
Becky knew that the idea of a grown man having sex with an eleven-year-old girl might have seemed scary to her if she hadn't been so stoned. Not to mention having a person of her own sex talking about what she was going to do to her. But the way things were, she was pleased as punch.
"Honey," said Ringo to Connie, "this is going to be a great trip, you know it. Let's you and me give this cute kid the time of her life, okay?"
Then he turned to Becky. "Lay down on the rug and let us start taking your clothes off. While we do it we're going to be kissing and fingering each other, so you can have the pleasure of watching us while we get you prepared."
"Do you like to watch people make love, sweety?" asked Connie.
"I... I haven't really seen all that much of it," she faltered. "But I know I'll love watching you two. It was getting me pretty worked up just to watch you from where I was sitting a while ago."
They laughed. Ringo told her he was sure that she'd like looking on. He said that anybody would like it, but most people just wouldn't admit it. They lay her down on her-back and Ringo told Connie to take off Becky's clothes while he watched. He also told her that he would play "follow the leader with her."
"What's that?" Becky asked, as Connie began raising the hem of her miniskirt."
"That means that he's going to watch me with you and do everything to me that I do to you," Connie explained. "It's a groove. Now, spread your legs, honey."
Becky did as she was told. The way they were talking to her was almost as though she were a baby. Usually she would have resented such treatment, but now it was relaxing and fun. As soon as she widened the V of her legs, she felt Connie's hands on the tender skin midway between her knees and hips. And she noticed that her new lover was lying down beside her so that Ringo could do the same to her. His fingers were on Connie's thighs at the same spot.
Then the woman took hold of her skirt hem and fanned it up and down to make a gentle breeze. "Ummm, that's lovely," she said to Ringo. "Smell her girl scent wafting out from under her mini?"
"Sure do," he said, "but your granny dress is too long for me to do it to you."
"Here, does this help?" she said, scooting her buttocks backwards and lifting the long hem so he could get at her. Ringo fanned the garment and his face broke into a dreamy smile.
"This is nice, you know it? I can smell you both now," he said.
Connie lay down sideways with her smooth face next to Becky's inner thigh and her nose against one leg. Ringo did the same to Connie.
"I usually like to play with a chick a lot longer before I put my face between her legs," confided Connie, "in order to get her plenty warm and ready. But your little pussy's smelling "o fine I think it's hot enough to be licked right now."
Becky was so excited at the thought of how it would feel to have the woman's mouth on her private organs that she started squirming around on the rug before Connie even touched her panties.
"Look at her, Ringo," she's so hot she can't wait," she said.
"You aren't exactly the picture of repose yourself, honey," he answered as he toyed with Connie's thighs.
Connie finally ran her hand up the slender teenage thigh to the apex of her legs. Becky felt her touch the thin cloth of her lollypop panties and gave a little shudder.
She couldn't help speaking up. "Oh wow, you're gonna frig me now aren't you? Please. Go ahead and get inside my panties so you can put your fingers in."
"No, I'm going to do something better to that sweet cunt of yours," Connie told her. "Ever been hotboxed?"
"Hotboxed?" questioned Becky. "What's that?"
"Show her, baby," Ringo advised from his position between Connie's thighs.
Connie was doubly thrilled because she knew that as soon as she started performing the act on Becky, he would begin doing it to her.
She remained sideways, with her cheek on the girl's thigh. She began breathing against the tender flesh and it sent goosebumps up Becky's spine. Soon she could feel the woman's breath at the very top of her legs where only the panty crotch separated them. But never did she actually touch her lips to the area. Then suddenly her mouth moved across the material of the undergarment and touched down directly over the covered entrance to her vagina. She began expelling air from her mouth and forcing it through the thin cloth to the sensitive skin of the girl's vulva.
The resulting sensation was incredibly exciting to Becky. So this is "hotboxing," she thought to herself. You put your mouth on someone's clothes and blow air through to the pussy or cock. Ummm, it's a groovy feeling.
Then she heard Connie making low moaning noises and realized that Ringo must be giving her the same treatment. And to her great pleasure she could feel the moans too-with the woman's mouth directly on her panties it was easy to pick up the vibrations.
Wow, she thought, this has to be where the phrase "good vibrations" came from!
She raised her head just high enough to see over Connie's body and the sight she beheld made her blood run hot and thick. Not only was she able to see Connie's pretty face plastered between her own anxious thighs, but she could see Ringo's face jammed between Connie's, giving her the same treatment. Becky felt the sweat start rolling down her sides and off her breasts. Moisture had been welling up inside her vagina ever since Connie started hotboxing her, but now she was beginning to sweat everywhere. She hoped Connie would take her clothes off soon and make her completely naked.
"Unhhh," she moaned, her thoughts scattered by a new surge of hot air from Connie's mouth that came fogging through her lollypops. Why it should be so exciting to have such a thing done to you when you still had your undies on, she couldn't imagine, but it certainly was. The vibrations of the woman's lips started up again as she emitted a groan from the pleasure Ringo was giving her.
A movement of Connie's hand opened up new vistas. Becky felt the moist tips of her fingers slip underneath the bottom of her peasant blouse and go stealing across the flat, warm plane of her firm stomach.
"Oh good, you're going to-" Becky began.
"-to get my hands on those darling tits of yours that pooch out so fine under your blouse," finished Connie.
Her hand didn't close over it suddenly like guys do it, the girl noticed. It caressed the round base thoroughly and carefully before ascending the protuberant flesh as far as the crowning nipple. The slowness of her approach made Becky want it there long before it arrived. By the time Connie's educated fingertips reached the nipple itself, Becky was rolling from side to side and really needing it bad. The fact that Connie's mouth was still busy on the girl's panties was stimulating enough-the added thrill of having her nipple finally touched by the woman's delicate fingers almost drove her wild.
Becky managed to glance over at the chest of her lover and saw that, just as they had said, Ringo now had his hand up Connie's dress and was applying the same tender touch to her breast.
Connie started running her fingers lightly back and forth from one nipple to the other under Becky's blouse and the anticipation of having each caressed in sequence made her begin rolling from side to side again. Then Connie moved both hands underneath and favored each of the girl's breasts with a continuing touch. For the first time in a long while, the woman raised her busy mouth from the girl's pelvis.
"I know you're hot, sweety," she said, "in more ways than one. You want these damned clothes off, don't you? I know how you feel. Ringo's making me feel the same way."
She pulled Becky's blouse up over her jutting young breasts and the girl gladly raised her arms so it would slide off. After that Connie straightened her own arms so Ringo could do the same for her. But before he could get it off, Becky heard her say, "Wait a minute, love. Stop and take a look at Becky's tits first. I mean, aren't they really fine? They aren't giant, but they're so full and round and the skin's so pale and clear. Look."
At this point Becky was embarrassed at the compliments and didn't want to raise her head to look at them like she'd been doing, but she knew that he was looking.
"They're real beauts, Connie. You're going to really have something when you take a mouthful of them. Now let me go back to yours, honey. You know how much I love them," he said.
Becky couldn't believe her ears when she heard Connie complimenting her so much. For one chick to say something that nice about another was real nice in the first place. But to call a dude's attention to it-that was really too much. It was beautiful to see people so untainted by jealousy.
After Ringo took Connie's dress off, she lay naked except for her panties. Becky was wearing a miniskirt which was way up around her waist, but it still obstructed their activity a little. Ringo noticed it and said, "Here, Connie, let me get her skirt off so you can get to her better." As he drew it down past her knees, Connie raised one of her panty legbands and pointed to the rich golden forest of curls.
"Look at that, honey," she said to him. "Think how groovy it's going to be soon when you slip your nice big prick in there and split her cherry for her. Remember how little Strawberry acted when you did the job for her? And she was so much younger! I bet Becky's going to go wild when you do it to her."
"You're getting ahead of yourself," he chided. "We're playing follow the leader, remember. And you're the leader."
Connie enthusiastically took him at his word. She crawled higher and took Becky's left breast into her mouth. Since that left the girl's pubes without any stimulation, she put her fingers inside her panties and began fingering her. Ringo, followed her example. In order to place his mouth on Connie's breast, it was necessary for him to have his back up against Becky's stomach. It was the first time the girl had felt him next to her and it felt wonderful even though it was only his back.
The sweat was pouring from her slender torso and her pubes were so wet that Connie's fingers slid in and out with complete ease. The three of them were now so close together that all three could feel each other's bodies a little bit even though it was a one-to-one relation.
Connie was masturbating Becky so well she couldn't believe it. She seemed to know precisely where to touch her and how long to keep it up. The girl was breathing in great, deep gulps now and her slender frame was writhing.
"Damn, Ringo," Connie said, "the little fox is so hot I think you better get ready to mount her. If I hadn't felt her maidenhead myself, I'd think she'd been fucking for years. She's hot as a firecracker. Let's don't make the poor thing wait any longer,"
As though it were necessary to back up Connie's words, Becky said, "I don't care what you two do to me. You can just do anything you want. You're making me feel so outasight I'm about to come in my panties right now... oh my gosh... oh... oh, it feels good!"
Connie rose higher up the girl's body and said, "Yank 'em off of her, Ringo. I want to hug her tits some before you mount her."
She tenderly cradled the teenager's body in her arms and, for the first time in her life, Becky experienced the sensation of having another female's breasts pressed against hers. Connie then kissed her neck and ears, buried her nose in her blonde hair, and ended by kissing her full on the mouth. Becky never knew it would be so nice to kiss another girl. She liked it so much that she avidly opened her mouth and darted her tongue against the woman's soft, moist lips. They lay tonguing each other's mouth until Ringo gasped, "There, her panties are off, Connie. Now you can give her a little cunt-fucking before I get on her."
Connie rolled directly on top of the girl and began slowly grinding the plush firmness of her pubic mound against the soft, resilient flesh. Becky spread her legs eagerly for more. Soon Connie worked her way in so close that she was actually rubbing her clitoris against Becky's clitoris. The girl felt waves of heat engulf her loins and spread all over her body. Then, with perfect coordination, Connie swung off her and Ringo placed his hand on Becky's genitals. Now Becky lay on her back with her legs wide apart, Ringo's hand in her heated slit while Connie lay near her head. As Ringo kept up the excitement, Connie got behind Becky's head and bent forward until she was kissing the girl in an upside-down position. Becky could feel the comforting weight of Connie's breasts bouncing around in her hair.
Ringo quickly moved up between her legs and began using both hands on her vulva. She was already hotter than she remembered ever being in her life before he started using his second hand. Soon her young vagina was crying to be entered. She began bucking her buttocks up and down on the floor for the need of a penis inside her.
"Don't worry, honey," consoled Ringo. "You're gonna feel me in you damn quick now. I just want to make sure your little cunt is as soft and pliable as it can get."
She tore her mouth from under Connie's kiss. "Oh, God, please fuck me... please let me feel your prick in now. I'm ready... oh, god damn, am I ready... make him ram it in, Connie. Please!"
Connie's eyes were sparkling and her vulva was dripping from the excitement of watching the naked girl wriggle on the floor. At last Ringo lowered himself onto the girl's hungry crotch. The solid knob of his instrument had barely touched Becky's wet, sensitive sex flesh when she hoisted her loins into the air and succeeded in clamping her frantic lips over it.
"Jesus, Ringo," exclaimed Connie, "she's so damned hot for your cock she raised her ass right up there and trapped it!"
She was still wriggling her pelvis madly below him, but even with her vaginal lips locked tightly around the head of her prize, he was back in control. He fed the stiff shaft to her an inch at a time, pushing it into her with slow, deliberate care. The sweat was flying off Becky's arms and legs as she jiggled her body beneath his. Beads of moisture were popping out all over his body too.
He glanced up at Connie, still positioned behind the girl's head, and they exchanged a meaningful glance. Both were so stimulated by what was going on that they weren't up to talking, but they were practiced enough that all they had to do was look at each other to prepare for what came next. With Becky remaining flat on her back and Ringo above her with his penis going deeper inside her organs, Connie straddled the girl's face and placed a knee on each side of her head. That way Ringo could easily bend forward and reach Connie's sex with his mouth without disturbing his activity with Becky.
He stuck his tongue out and Connie gasped as its hot, wet tip touched the nakedness of her moist orifice. He darted it straight to the pulsating tip of her clitoris.
"Oh yes, love... that's it, urged Connie. "That's the way to lick me, right there. Feed Becky your prick, but give my cunt that big wide tongue of yours. Oh, this is gonna be good, love, this is gonna be good. I love watching you fuck her sweet little virgin cunt while you give me a mouth job. Go on, that's the way... that's it."
Connie stood tall and wiry on her knees and met every thrust of his tongue. By reaching straight down past his head, she could easily touch Becky's jouncing breasts. She took the girl's lovely mammaries in her hands and teased the nipples while he poked away at her vagina.
Becky was in ecstasy. The hot, thick fullness of Ringo's member gave her vagina what it needed, and Connie's busy fingers attended to her breasts. At that moment she felt his red charger break through the thin membrane of her maidenhead. The pain was almost negligible. Once it was through, he shoved it in as far as it would go and Becky thought the intensity of her pleasure would take her breath away.
"Ungh... ungh," she grunted, her heated organs flooding with the fiery pressure of an orgasm. Then she opened her eyes. Directly above her face, she discovered the beautiful sight of Ringo's tongue lapping greedily away at Connie's flushed, dripping vulva. It was too much. She felt the force of her climax rise like a tidal wave and then explode in the depths of her vagina like a time bomb.
"Ah... ahhh... aiiii!" she cried, and her body flailed like a spastic as she hit the peak.
When Ringo was certain she'd reached her orgasm- there was hardly any doubt-he let go with a thick spurt of sperm and gave a big grunt as he got his. Connie, whose years gave her more control over her orgasm than Becky, had already experienced her main peak a minute or so before either of the others. Ringo knew what she was doing so he kept licking away at her exposed vulva and she was rewarded with three small climaxes in a row. Becky didn't even seem to notice it when her lesbian lover's vaginal juices overflowed and came down on her face in several large drops.
Connie lay back on her side of the rug and idly reached over to pat Becky's forehead. All three lovers were very tired but they were also very satisfied. Connie watched Becky breathe in long, deep breaths for several minutes, then saw her calm down until finally her breathing was almost normal. She asked Ringo to toss her a wash rag, then seated herself between Becky's legs and lovingly cleaned off the tender lips of her genitals. She had been lucky. The rupture of her maidenhead had only caused a few big spots of blood.
Becky looked down at her new friend and said, "Wow, how can I thank you and Ringo? You two made my first time a really great occasion."
Connie smiled. "Just do the same for someone else sometime," she said. "The time will come when it'll be your turn to initiate some young virgin. Besides, Ringo and I got as much pleasure as you did. We love fucking someone else together."
They gave her a bed and she was so sated and sleepy that it didn't even occur to her to wonder where Bo and Red Dog were. The next day they had a big breakfast together and she discovered that her two companions had slept all night with Bunny, taking turns with her. Young Strawberry, it turned out, had spent the night away from home with one of the other members of the group and wasn't even home yet.
Ringo asked them to stay for at least a few days more, but the boys declined. "We want to make Denver by tomorrow night so we can be at the Porcupine Farm by the next night. Besides, we have to get on out to the coast. That's where we're all headed for."
The Porcupine Farm was a well-known hippie commune in western Colorado and the boys wanted Becky to be sure to see it. As they drove away, she sat smiling between them, wondering, Now that I'm not a virgin anymore, which one of these dudes should I let into my panties first?
Chapter Six
Ted Spencer had almost given up when he got his first solid lead on the trio he was tracking down. A filling station attendant said a van had passed through just the day before, and it fit the description Ted gave him. But the informant didn't know that the girl in the van was the man's daughter.
"Yeah, they gassed up yesterday. And it had two fellows and a gal in it just like you say," he said. "At least I think they was fellows. Their hair was so bloomin' long you couldn't tell for sure what they was 'til you got right up to 'em." He laughed at his witticism and then continued. "Weren't no doubt what the blonde was though-wasn't wearing a damned thing under her shirt and her tits was jiggling around like two apples under a burlap sack!"
Ted managed to hold his temper in check and keep from revealing that the girl who presented such a spectacle to the attendant was none other than his daughter. Now he had exact descriptions of the vehicle and of the boys. He felt so good about his chances of eventually finding her that he stepped into a phone booth and called his wife before he took off again.
"Hazel," he said, "I'm getting closer to them. With any luck I can catch up with them before long. They're on U.S. 66 now. Looks like they're headed for the coast."
He cut his call short and roared off. He stopped at every little town and asked around. Finally he hit pay dirt. A short-order cook in a roadside restaurant told him he hadn't seen that particular van, but that a group of hippies had a permanent campsite a few miles off the main road. He couldn't tell him exactly where it was, but said that one of the girls from the place sometimes came to the bar next door to use the telephone. From midafternoon 'til nearly eight o'clock, Ted hung around. The idea was to just buy a drink every hour or so, but once he started it was too easy to keep going. He was soused to the gills and had given up on the hippie girl showing up at all. Just as he staggered to his car, he saw a young brunette enter the phone booth. He collared her, but his plans had gone bad. If he had been sober he would have acted stern and talked so forcefully that the girl would have perhaps told him what he wanted to know. As it was, he was just another funny drunk to her.
He stopped her and asked if she wanted a ride. The idea of a man as drunk as he was doing any serious driving was so laughable that she did just that-right in his face. When he saw how good-looking she was, he didn't even mind being the butt of the joke. She said her name was Bunny. He made a silly crack about the Easter Rabbit and instead of being offended, as she usually was when "straight" guys tried to pick her up, she was amused. Maybe he would be good for a few laughs back at the camp. She told him she'd take him up on the ride if he let her drive.
Twenty minutes later they arrived at the campsite where Becky and her friends had stayed just the night before. He could barely make himself understood, so Bunny introduced him and soon he was sitting down in the same circle his daughter had been included in the very night before. He kept falling over against the wall in his stupor, so Ringo suggested putting him in the shower. They took his clothes off and herded him in.
"You brought him in," said Ringo to Bunny, "so you wash him down. I think plenty of cold water will bring him around. It ought to at least get him sober enough to appreciate a joint. The way he is now, it wouldn't make any difference whether we gave him Acapulco Gold or Bull Durham."
The water did its job well and when he realized he was being scrubbed down by a perfectly lovely young girl as naked as the day she was born, he did a double take. His first thought was to cover his genitals.
She laughed. "Whatcha doing that for?" she asked, smiling at him in a very superior way. "You don't have anything down there any other dude hasn't got, do you?"
She became playful. "Let me see if you do!" she cried, yanking his washcloth away.
He was so entranced by her naked good looks he let the cloth go and stood staring at her wet, dripping, black hair and her proudly jutting breasts.
"Nope," she said, continuing to put him on, "looks like the same old peter and balls to me."
As he gradually got used to her informality about her nakedness he relaxed more. That made his penis start to swell. He got red in the face but Bunny just giggled. "Don't sweat it, man," she told him. "Let that thing do whatever it wants to. You must not be very drunk now or you couldn't raise a hard like that one."
She was right. Where he had been bombed out of his skull before, the cold shower had reduced him to being merely drunk enough to be good and horny.
He was feeling pretty good now and his confidence showed. "You like it?" he asked. '"Cause if you do, I don't have a thing in the world against your taking hold of it to see what it feels like."
She gave his organ a playful pat but said, "We'll see what happens. Right now they're waiting for us to smoke with them. Remember?"
He was almost sober enough to protest such a thing now, but Bunny's healthy young body had him so interested that he was willing to go along with a lot just for the possible chance of getting his hands on her. On the way back from the shower he grabbed her from behind in a bear hug but she slipped gracefully from his grasp and skittered away. Then she pranced back, still naked, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
"That'll have to hold you, buster," she told him.
Ted felt his penis swell again. Her kiss had been fine, but what really excited him was the painfully brief contact of Bunny's pneumatic young breasts against his bare chest.
Damn, he thought, that kid's really got a pair on her. I just gotta get her in bed before the night's over.
As they walked up to the circle where the others were sitting, he pulled the towel around him and started looking around for his clothes and shoes. Then he saw that every one else was entirely naked and he felt kind of silly.
"Don't sweat your threads, man," Ringo called out from across the room. "All you need is an asshole to sit on and a drag off this joint." He shoved a brown joint in his face. After he had had two or three good drags, Ringo rolled him one of his own. Ted noticed that everyone in the room looked extremely relaxed and he soon found out why. He was becoming more and more that way himself with each new puff. He looked around the room and saw Connie and little Strawberry, the only members of the group he didn't meet when he first arrived. As soon as they were introduced, he kept staring at the red-headed thirteen-year-old. He couldn't imagine her mother letting her sit naked with adults and smoke marijuana. But neither could he ever have imagined that a female so young could be... he hated to admit it to himself... could be downright sexy.
There was something knowing about the youngster's eyes, he decided, and besides that she was at the age where she liked to show off her developing young curves. Before long, Ringo and Connie started fondling each other right before his eyes. And right before the others, too, he realized with indignation-including Bunny and the woman's own young daughter! These hippies were definitely demented, he thought. But his penis wasn't concerned with the niceties of regular social behavior at all. In spite of his intellectual disapproval of what he was seeing, his emotional response was simple and powerful. The shaft of his member got hard as a rock as he looked on.
He reached for Bunny and she melted into his arms. It was too easy, he mused. He had visualized having to chase her around all night while she ran giggling just ahead of him. She gave him a close, extended feel of her beautiful breasts by snuggling into his arms and locking her hands behind his head. He started to sink his mouth on hers but the move was spoiled for him when he noticed that little Strawberry was staring straight at them, making no bones about the fact that she intended to watch as long as she pleased.
He winked at Bunny and nodded toward the youngster. "Where can we go to get rid of her?" he whispered.
The pretty brunette's shocking reply was, "What do you want to do that for? You think I'm selfish? She has to get her kicks too, doesn't she?"
Even then he didn't understand what Bunny was saying. What he thought she meant was perverted enough. "You mean you're willing to let that kid watch while we-" he began.
"Watch, hell," Bunny exclaimed, "she'll be over here with us as soon as she gets through smoking that joint."
"Oh no," he sputtered, "not me-I'm not letting myself in for a statutory charge and worse! I wouldn't touch that kid with a ten-foot pole!"
The young teenager heard him but she wasn't a bit offended. She winked at Bunny and the older girl knew what was going to happen. "Don't be a stupe," Bunny told him. "Her mom's right here in the same house with us and if she says it's okay, it's okay. Strawberry's been fucking since she was eleven."
Before he could answer, the young redhead was at their side. "Since you said you wouldn't touch me with a ten-foot pole," she saucily informed him, "I thought I'd come a little closer than that."
He looked at her with unbelieving eyes. The worst part of the entire affair was that the immature female was attractive to him-he just couldn't admit it.
He smiled and said, "Okay, Strawberry. If we meet when you're a few years older, we'll have to do what Bunny and I are doing now."
She grinned and said, "Why don't you just say fuck,' mister? I know what the word means."
His face reddened.
"You must want to fuck Bunny, 'cause your cock's hard," she continued, twisting one foot around her ankle. The position showed off her soft red pubic curls to their best advantage and for a minute Ted thought he even saw a shiny, moist bit of flesh at the center. She stood winsomely grinning at Ted, posturing so that her slim young frame "accidentally" presented her slender legs and her hard-tipped, budding little breasts in a titillating manner.
"Well," cooed Bunny, "you do, don't you? That is what you've got on your mind, now isn't it-to fuck me?"
He wasn't going to let any girl Bunny's age put him on the defensive, not by a long shot. "Damned right that's what I've got on my mind, baby," he said. "And the way you were feeling me up in the shower makes me think you want it as bad as I do."
Bunny smiled strangely and said, "Oh, I'd groove on letting you do it to me. But the thing is that Strawberry and I share everything."
"Yeah," giggled the pert little redhead, "everything."
Bunny said, "You can't fool us, Ted. Strawberry's part of the reason you got a hard on. I saw you sneaking peeks at her when you thought nobody was looking. Bet you never saw a chick her age naked before and never knew how much her little titties and cunt could turn you on, huh? Isn't that it?"
Ted cleared his throat nervously. "Oh, I may have glanced at her a while ago but-"
"Then you can 'glance' at me some more," the teenager said to him, '"cause I'm right up close now where you can see me real good. Maybe you don't like me 'cause my titties aren't very big yet, but there's plenty I can do with a dude that I don't need big knockers for. Isn't there, Bunny?"
"Go ahead and touch her, Ted," urged Bunny. "She's not kidding when she says there's plenty she can do. Man, you ought to see her go down on a dude and give head. She's got the greatest little tongue action you ever felt."
Now he was sweating freely. Even if he hadn't been attracted to the child at all, her brazen talk and precocious mannerisms would have had him excited long before now. He couldn't keep the picture of the young girl with her mouth on his swollen member out of his mind. And the fact that Bunny, his first choice, was sitting with her arms wrapped around his shoulders and wouldn't let him go any farther didn't help things, either.
"Don't be bashful, Bunny," quipped the young girl, "you give a great blow job too. I ought to know."
Bunny giggled and said, "Yeah, I guess you should -the same way I know what a groove you are with your mouth."
The new dimension of what they were saying hit Ted like a thunderbolt. He looked at first one, then the other, his mouth wide open.
"You mean-" he began.
Bunny raised her lips to his cheek, kissed him wetly, and whispered into his ear, "We already told you we share everything, lover."
Strawberry heard what she whispered and added, in case there was still any doubt in his mind, "And that includes each other."
"Like this," said Bunny, reaching around the younger girl's trim waist and pulling her nakedness into contact with both herself and Ted. They had been sitting on the floor while the youngster was standing near them. Now Ted's face was only inches away from the firm curve of her rear and her forearm and wrist were already touching him. And Bunny's soft breast was snuggled against his ribs.
No man should have to put up with the kind of teasing these two young prick-teasers have been dishing out me, he thought, his brow wet with sweat and his organ pulsing with every beat of his heart. I swear to God, they're both just dying to have a rod up their snatches.
Bunny gathered her young bisexual lover in closer and caused her right buttock to rub sensuously across Ted's cheek. She turned to him and said, "Here, lover, here's my tits for you to play with. I've been teasing you too long."
As he greedily ducked his face to their satiny surfaces, he heard her say, "Come down on your knees, Strawberry. That'll make you just the right height to get in on the action."
Ted fell like a wolf on the luscious meat of the brunette's proffered breast. It was all he could do to keep himself from actually being rough with her. The result was an open-mouthed sucking motion that drew the fat tip of her taut nipple inside. She permitted anything he wanted for a few seconds, then she urged him off her breasts and dropped her hand to his penis. When he moved aside he found that now his face was in direct contact with the firm, plum-sized breast of the youngster.
"Turnabout's fair play," observed Bunny. The closeness of the young girl's smooth little breast was too much for him to resist a second longer. He pursed his lips and placed them on her little bee sting of a nipple. Above his head he heard her gleefully cry, "Oh yummy, Bunny. He's doing mine now! Wow, it sure does get me hot to have a dude do that!"
He felt the wonderful pressure of her satiny stomach press against his shoulder, followed by the lithe length of her thigh against his abdomen. The feel and taste of the girl's undeveloped mammary was so exciting to him he began to shed all his former inhibitions about having anything to do with her. His new enthusiasm pleased Bunny so much that she twisted so Strawberry could place her hot little hand on his pulsing member and at the same time put her mouth on Bunny's breast. Now Ted and Bunny were seated on the floor side by side with their arms around each other, while Strawberry knelt in front of them. She had her mouth on Bunny's breast and was licking and mouthing it eagerly. In turn, her own small breast was being orally stimulated by Ted.
The sight of Strawberry licking Bunny's breast while he did the same to her was terribly exciting to him. He knew for certain that if Bunny hadn't been providing his penis with manual stimulation, he'd have been forced to do it himself. He started switching from one small nipple to the other like a bee going back and forth between flowers. He was close enough to Bunny's breast to hear the erotic sounds made by Strawberry's mouth and tongue as she sucked and licked it. He was catching on fast to the beautiful possibilities of their position. Ducking lower, he urged the two of them down on the floor in a reclining posture. Strawberry still had her mouth plastered to Bunny's firm breast. He got on his hands and knees and pointed his face toward Bunny's naked groin. In seconds he had achieved his aim.
Now his busy tongue was industriously engaged in licking Bunny's bulging mound. She pushed herself forward to give him all possible access and he heard her grunt and groan from the pleasure he was giving her. Bunny's hand could no longer reach his quaking penis but the thrill he was getting from cunnilingus was worth the loss. And to make things even more erotic, his head was now only inches away from the bright, coppery pubic hairs of Strawberry's lovely little mound. He could smell her feminine scent even though his face was plastered against Bunny's.
He and Strawberry both had their mouths occupied, but not Bunny. She was the only one who could talk without interrupting things.
"Berry, hold off on my tits for a minute and do your thing on Ted's cock, okay? I can't reach it anymore with my hand and he's giving such good head I want to let him have the same."
Strawberry raised her mouth off Bunny's glistening mammary and did as she was told. In nothing flat, Ted experienced the wonderful sensation of her eager young lips on the hot head of his organ. The youngster hadn't been joking about how well she could use her mouth on a man, he soon found out. First he felt her wet lips on it and she sucked it in and expelled it with a rhythm that was supremely satisfying. Then she began nipping the head of it ever so gently with the edges of her little white teeth. During these energetic oral acts she played with his testicles with her fingers. She was driving him up the wall and he didn't think he could last long.
Her jerked his mouth away from Bunny's sex and rasped, "Bunny, why don't you lay down and suck off Strawberry while she does me? I'll go down on you again and we'll all three be sucking each other and getting sucked at the same time."
"Far out!" she cried, twisting herself to accommodate his plan. "Spread wide, Berry, here comes something good for that hot little snatch of yours. Keep giving him the business and I'll do the same for you."
Strawberry was enjoying the taste of Ted's penis so much that she couldn't be bothered to take her mouth off long enough to answer.
"Mfffff!" came a noise from between his legs. Both Ted and Bunny were quite sure it was intended as approval.
Bunny scooted on her side toward the firm, pink bottom of her girlfriend and found the tops of her thighs wide open. She nuzzled her mouth and nose in between Strawberry's legs and kissed the soft, freckled skin with a light touch. On the spur of the moment, at an especially delectable spot, she pursed her lips and caressed the area with the hot tip of her tongue. To Strawberry it felt for all the world like butterflies were flittering up between her slender thighs.
Ted couldn't see exactly what Bunny was doing to Strawberry from where he lay, but he felt the result of it. Every time the older girl applied her tongue to the youngster's sensitive inner thighs, she would gasp and suck extra hard on Ted's member. The feeling of the hot whoosh of air from her lungs never failed to send a shudder up his spine.
Ted had been so wrapped up in licking Bunny's cunt that he was using both hands there, but he soon discovered that he could easily reach her breast-and with his other hand he felt blindly across the circle until at last he closed his searching fingers on Strawberry's breast too!
Both females picked up on his move and reached across the inside of the circle in a wild attempt to handle still more of one another. For Strawberry, it meant putting one hand on Bunny's breast and the other on Ted's scrotum. He was already approaching climax too closely for his own good-if he was going to last as long as the girls-and Strawberry's manipulation of his scrotum brought him closer still.
He patted her hand gently and she understood what he meant. After a few seconds she finally removed her mouth from his stiff instrument and said, "Bunny, I think he's about to get his rocks off. You're doing great on my pussy, but why don't you stop and roll onto your back so he can fuck you right? I could bring him off with my mouth, but wouldn't you rather have him shoot off in your cunt?"
Bunny not only took her suggestion but kissed her pert breasts and her wet little mouth as she moved past, for reminding her of it. For a few seconds she fellated Ted's organ while he continued to lick hers, leaving Strawberry out in the cold. But not for long. She was sure he was going to ejaculate very soon and she didn't want to waste it inside her mouth when she could just as easily have it spurting up her moist, excited vagina.
She tore her mouth away and he followed her lead. She flopped onto her back and he had her covered in seconds. He darted his tongue into her mouth and intertwined it with hers for a few moments, then ducked down and put one last bit of mouth mileage on her naked breasts. She could feel his testicles bouncing on her hairy mound so she knew his organ wasn't far but she was in a very big hurry to have it penetrate her.
"Come on, Ted," she panted. "I'm so juicy with love I'm gonna float away. Nail me with it, will you? Come on in with it!"
His organ was already poised directly over her gaping orifice and he had been about to lower it slowly inside. Her plea convinced him she was ready for all of it at once, so he bore down and buried it in her like she asked. The hot, fleshy walls of her sex bathed his penis in a slick secretion that greased it like oil. The thick shaft of the rock-hard instrument flew in and out of her channel in deep, strong movements that raised her temperature and made her dig her heels in the floor like a mare.
Through the sweat pouring from his forehead, Ted could just make out the outline of Strawberry's trim shape. She lay down beside them then, with her pelvis even with their heads, and gingerly interposed her damp genitals between their faces. Ted and Bunny both welcomed the youngster there. Now she would also get to have an orgasm about the same time they did. Ted avidly licked the girl's vulva and outer lips, and Bunny, down below, surprised him by shoving her tongue up her anus.
He reached climax first and drove his penis home with one last lunge that filled her vagina full all the way to her uterus. He was afraid he'd ruined it for her by hitting his peak too soon, but to his relief she experienced an orgasm so soon after his that his organ was still hard. Strawberry wasn't there yet and she was mighty frustrated. He could tell that she was right on the verge but just couldn't quite make it. He rolled the girl from between them and buried his face between her thighs, taking special care to put the broad, wet tip of his tongue directly on the tiny nubbin of her clitoris.
Bunny looked on as she pedaled her legs up and down, her thighs tight around his ears, and came at last. Ted's face was still buried in the curly red fleece of her sex. He continued licking her long after her climax for the pure joy of tasting the juice left on the girl's fresh young organs. She lay with her eyes closed and a big smile on her face as he finished and turned again to Bunny.
"Did you see me lick her?" he asked. "I tongued out her little snatch 'til it was dry. That ought to hold her for a while."
"God, yes, I saw you. It got me so hot watching you I had to finger myself a little even though I just got through coming," she answered, taking her fingers from between her legs.
Strawberry hopped up and said, "Well, you still think I'm too young to take a cock?"
Ted only smiled and shook his head. He was still very tired after what had gone on but the girls were running around again within five minutes. Bunny showed him a place where he could sleep and he dropped off in minutes. The next morning he woke up early and looked around him. The previous night was a blur of sex, alcohol, and grass. He felt a twinge of guilt as he recalled smoking the grass. If he ever caught his daughter with a joint in her mouth he would have knocked it down her throat, he knew. Or at least he would have before he tried it himself.
He looked around him and realized that he had spent the night with hippies, people of the same ilk as the boys who had taken Becky away. His goal was fading from him every minute he lay there. He had to get up and get on the road. The man had said there was a hippie camp somewhere nearby and he had to find it. He was putting his clothes back on when the thought struck-hell, he was in a hippie camp. This was probably the place he was hunting. And he had stumbled into it like an idiot. Well, Becky wasn't there, that was for sure. But had she been there before he arrived?
He woke Ringo up on his way out. He described his daughter and was amazed to hear he'd only missed her by a day. For a second, fury filled his heart-Ringo and his "family" had been instrumental in Becky's continued flight away from him. But when he remembered how nice he had been treated there, he could hardly act angrily toward them. He ran to his car and drove off without even saying good-bye to Bunny and Strawberry. What a windfall it had been, running into Bunny at the highway restaurant-and what a great piece of ass she had been! Then his thoughts turned to thirteen-year-old Strawberry. He blushed to think what he, a grown man, thirty-six years old, had done with the young girl. Well, he consoled himself, he hadn't been really responsible for his actions. Not after all that alcohol and marijuana. He floored the accelerator and soon the highway loomed ahead.
He turned left and headed west, hoping he could gain miles on them. Maybe they'd stop again soon. He'd have to keep his eyes and ears open for more hippie camps and such. Now that he had met a few of them he felt like he could talk to them a little better. If Becky had passed through, he was sure he could worm it out of them. With any luck he could be in Denver before too long.
He looked hard at the road map as he drove. There certainly were a lot of small towns between him and Denver. And also, he thought with a leer on his face, an awful lot of women along the way.
Chapter Seven
Becky lay naked in the bed of the van as the boys sped down the highway. It was getting dark again and Denver was far behind them. She luxuriated in the new way her genitals felt. Maybe it was only her imagination, but ever since Ringo had taken her virginity, back at the hippie campsite she had felt very different between her legs. A sort of comfortable, loose sensation seemed present where she had felt kind of constricted and even dammed-up before.
Bo was driving and Red Dog had been looking back at Becky ever since he discovered she was naked. She let him look without even bringing her legs together. She knew very well that Red Dog was getting a nice eyeful but she pretended not to notice.
"Well, you look pretty much at home back there," Red Dog observed with a grin on his face. "The first day you were with us you kept all your clothes on except your bra."
She turned from the window. "I feel pretty much at home, too," she said. "I used to run around with no clothes all the time in my bed room. Of course, I could never let Mom and Dad know it. They would have been shocked out of their gourds. But after being with Ringo and his family, and seeing how groovy it is not to have to wear clothes all the time-"
"Don't apologize!" he interrupted. "I think it's great that they turned your head around about it. Besides, it's groovy digging on your body. Bo and I used to freak out just from seeing your tits. Now it's even better. Of course, it might make me a little horny to see that fine pair sticking up there on your chest and to see the hair between your legs and know your pussy's under it."
"Right on," said Bo, glancing around.
"Keep your eyes on the road, driver," Red Dog told him.
Becky remained quiet, but she had a smile on her face, and every time the van lurched and caused her breasts to jiggle solidly on her chest, a wide grin would break out on her face. She knew it was turning Red Dog on to see her like that and she got a strange thrill from the knowledge that her naked body was causing it.
He leaned over the seat back and said, "Hey, I don't mean to be gross, but your period must be gone, huh?"
"Yeah," she acknowledged, "it went away yesterday."
"Do tell," said Red Dog, a gleam in his eye. "Now, if I remember right, that was the only thing keeping us from getting it on the day we stopped to swim."
She giggled, changing positions and twisting her lithe body sensuously as she replied, "I wouldn't exactly say we didn't get it on at all. I seem to remember having a certain dude's cock in my mouth that day. And I did a lot more than just hold it there, too."
"Oh, I remember that okay," he said. How could he forget? She had not only masturbated him, but had allowed him to ejaculate on her-but she had done it manually, not orally. "But you must be flipping out -you made me come with your hands, not your mouth."
He was perfectly right, she realized. She had been thinking so much lately how exciting it was to use her mouth on a man that she came out and said it. "Oh, that's right," she giggled, "I sure would know if I'd sucked you instead of frigged you with my fingers."
He smiled a little nervously and she saw his tongue dart out and lick his dry lips. She knew he was thinking about it too.
"But I'm not flipping out," she continued, adding more fuel to the fire. "I guess I was just thinking about it a lot and that made me say it by mistake."
"Oh yeah?" he said, not wanting to let the subject die. "Thinking about it a lot, huh? Well you can think about it all you want to, but when you talk about it, it makes me think about it too. And you know what happens to me when I start thinking of things like that."
She knew all right. She giggled and said, "You mean your pants start getting a little tight?"
"You better believe it," he said, "Like right now. Hey, how come you're giggling so much back there, anyway? Someone turn your ticklebox over?"
"It might have something to do with the joint I finished smoking a couple of minutes ago," she revealed, suppressing another little laugh. "Didn't you smell the smoke?"
"No," he said. "But you better cool it. You got any more on you? If you do, you better toss them out the window right now. It's too dangerous to carry grass on you in a vehicle. The cops might stop us for any little thing-and if they do, they'll be sure to search our van because we've got long hair."
"It's okay," she said. "I don't have any more. Ringo gave me one as we left his place and I saved it 'til now."
Relieved, he turned his attention again to other matters. "How would you like some company back there? You were right when you said my pants were getting tight. I think you're just the chick to help me loosen them, too. Okay?"
She felt mischievous. "Maybe. But I've got a better idea. Instead of you joining me, why don't I come up there?"
"Oh sure," said Red Dog, his voice heavy with sarcasm. "You come up here and I'll ball you on the dashboard."
She crawled on her knees to the back of the front seat and threw her arms around his neck. "No, silly, I'm serious. Come on, lemme sit in the middle of the seat between you dudes like I did the first day or two on the road."
He was agreeable but puzzled. "Did you hear that, Bo? This freaky chick wants to ride in the front seat, stark naked. How far you think we'd get before we be busted?"
Becky put on her best petulant expression. "Discriminating against me just because I'm naked, huh? Wait 'til Women's Lib hears about this! There aren't even any towns around. We haven't passed one for miles- who's going to see?"
Red Dog's concern wasn't nearly enough to make him want to keep her away in the first place. He just knew there wouldn't be room enough to have intercourse, while there was plenty of room in the back. But if this is what his zany friend wanted...
"Okay, love, get your ass up here. You're a nut, you know it?" he told her.
She scrambled over the back of the seat, her breasts jiggling and her limbs askew, then tumbled into his lap. He gathered in her luscious nakedness and grasped her pooching breasts in his hands. She threw her arms around his neck and let him kiss her mouth, but when she felt his tongue pushing on her lips for entry, she jerked away.
"You got a hard on, okay. I can feel it under my butt," she said. "I landed on it when I came over the seat. Get your pants down so I can help you give it what it needs."
When she told him she wanted to sit up front with them, he'd thought she wasn't in the mood for sex and wanted to just horse around for awhile. Her words surprised him.
"We can't get it on up here," he protested, "there isn't enough room to lay down with three in the seat." But he certainly wasn't going to oppose getting his erection out of his tight pants. He unzipped his fly, wanting her to put her hands on it.
Her eyes twinkled with mischief. "There is too room enough up here, if I put my head in Bo's lap. See?"
He watched in amazement while she stretched her legs toward the passenger side and wormed her head and shoulders into Bo's lap as he looked down in surprise.
The two boys looked at each other and laughed. Now do you want me to keep my eyes on the road?" he asked Red Dog. "With a naked chick all over me?"
"She's a loon," replied the redhead, "but she's right. There is room enough for her to stretch out."
"And, Bo," she teased, her blonde head at his stomach as he drove, "the naked part of me isn't all over you-just my head and shoulders."
Red Dog had his fly completely unzipped now and was removing his erect organ from his pants.
He slipped his hand around it and said, "If you won't take hold of it then I'm going to have to," he said. "I'll be damned if I can sit here and look at your naked pussy in my face without doing something about it."
"You still don't see what I mean, do you?" she said. "You dudes are buddies, right? And you never get jealous of each other?"
"What's that have to do with anything?" asked Red Dog. "Yeah, you're right, but so what?"
"I don't want to leave Bo out," she explained, "just because he's driving. See what I mean?"
"Oh, wow," exploded Red Dog. "You mean you want to have me ball you while you give Bo a blow job?"
"Sure," she said, "why not? I have to level with you -I've been horny for some loving ever since I smoked that joint. And talking about it just made it worse. My pussy's warm and itching for it right now. But I want you both in on it. Take your pants off and give me a good fucking while I suck Bo off."
Red Dog was already dropping his pants to his knees. Bo was nervous but wanted it badly. "I don't know for sure if I can keep this damn thing on the road, with you going down on me, Becky," he said, "but I'm sure willing to try it!"
"I think it's a great idea!" said Red Dog. "We may be a little crowded, but we can do it. You're a far-out chick, Becky. Now how's this feel, huh? Isn't this what you've been needing?"
He was on his knees facing her in the seat and had his hands on her smooth, rounded knees. With one hand he was tickling the inside of her thigh, moving it gently away from her knee toward the thick mat of her pubic hair.
"Hmmmmm," she said, twisting her bottom from side to side a little bit in the seat. "It gets me all tickly up higher. When you get to my pussy, you're going to find out how it's making me feel."
Bo looked down at her upturned face and glanced sideways toward Red Dog's hands as much as he dared. The van zoomed along the highway as normal as could be, with no indication of what was going on in the front seat.
She looked down between her legs at Red Dog's approaching hands. "Isn't this better than having to get my panties off before you can get to it?" she asked. "I bet those girls back at Ringo's camp were wearing panties and made you waste a lot of time, didn't they?"
"Now now," said Red Dog. "Don't get jealous on us. They did have their panties on, if you must know. But it's you we're into now, not them. Right, Bo?"
"Damned right," he agreed. "Besides, Becky, they would have both taken their panties off you too, if you'd wanted. We didn't mention it but they were both bi."
"Even the young one, Strawberry? I thought she was at somebody else's place that night," she said.
"She was," said Red Dog, working closer to her cunt as he spoke, "but Bunny told us they were both bi. She took me and Bo on at the same time together."
"Hey, groovy." exclaimed Becky. "And I'm doing the same thing right now with you."
"It was a lot easier in bed than in the front of this van," said Bo. "Don't you think, Red Dog?"
"Yeah," he agreed, "but it wasn't any more fun. Man, look at that cunt of hers, buddy. Watch me finger-fuck it in a minute. You're going to see one hot pussy when I get my fingers going in there!"
"Poor Bo hasn't gotten in on it yet," noted Becky. She turned her face up and kissed him through his shirt, then unbuttoned it and put her lips on his nipples. "You're going to get some loving now, though. Not just on your chest, either."
"Right on," cried Bo, beginning to show beads of sweat on his brow as he steered the van down the road.
She squirmed sideways with her torso, leaving her bottom flat on the seat so Red Dog could keep up his part of the weirdly staged threesome. She unzipped Bo's pants and put her hand in.
"Ah," he sighed, "that's it, baby. That's what I've been waiting for. Watching him work on your pussy was getting me horny as hell. Be good to me down there, will you?"
Red Dog crouched forward and kissed her breasts, going back and forth from one to the other as he moved his hand into her pubic area. "Yeah, give Bo a good time down there. I just been teasing you so far, but now I'm going to give you something to really dig on."
She looked at his red head working on her breasts and wriggled her buttocks in joy as she felt his fingers thread through her pubic curls toward the moist lips below.
"Ummm," she said, "don't worry, I will. Just keep up what you're doing on my pussy. Before you're through, I want that juicy prick of yours up it too!"
Then she turned her head and looked at the erect organ in her hands. She peeled the foreskin slowly back, gazing with desire on the red, shiny head of it, then dropped her lips to it.
"Um... ungh!" exclaimed Bo, reacting to the wonderful feeling of her wet mouth on his stiff organ. In his excitement he twisted the wheel sideways a bit and the van leaped over the white line.
"Take it easy, you fucker!" cried Red Dog.
Bo brought the vehicle back into its lane and wiped the sweat off his brow. "No sweat," he said. "I had control."
Red Dog had his fingers on the girl's opening now. He gently manipulated the tender red lips and said, "right here's what I want control of. I want to get this sweet pussy so damned hot that when I slip my cock inside she puts a fucking stranglehold on it!"
Bo had his mouth open and was breathing hard. "You must be jazzing her pretty good," he said. "She sure is giving me good head."
Becky had taken the red glans inside her mouth and was applying her lips to it hungrily. The taste was almost as exciting to her as the feel of it, she decided. With loving care, she began tracing the tip of her tongue around the edge of the glans and blowing hot air on it as she exhaled. From time to time she put the tip of her tongue over the tiny hole in the center. Sometimes when Red Dog made a particularly pleasing contact in the heated folds of her aroused cunt, she was moved to suck and kiss Bo's penis with even greater enthusiasm.
Red Dog opened the plushy slit with his fingertips and carefully inserted his forefinger far into her vagina. "God damn, Bo, you ought to see this. She's so fucking wet I bet she could take us both on, one right after the other, if you weren't driving."
Bo's Adam's apple bobbed. He could do without talk like that. It was difficult enough keeping his mind on the road with Becky's mouth on his penis, much less thinking about burying the thing in her hot pussy. He shifted his sweaty hands on the wheel.
"I'll have to leave that up to you, buddy," he told Red Dog. "We're out of our minds to even try this much of a threesome."
Just then Becky grasped his testicles and applied an especially exciting bit of suction on his penis. He gasped in pleasure and let the wheel spin from his hands again. The van was just topping a hill so he was entirely unprepared for the big semi-trailer truck that loomed up suddenly right in front of them.
"Yikes!" he yelled, grabbing the wheel back and swerving just in time to avoid a head-on collision.
He was scared so bad that his penis fell to a half erection in Becky's mouth. She jerked her head up to see what was going on. Although Red Dog's face turned toward her breasts at the time and his mouth was busy on a nipple, he felt the van's sudden side motion and jerked his head up at the same time Becky did.
"Now what?" he complained. Then he looked out the rear window and saw the back end of the truck. "Jesus Christ, a big semi!" he yelled. "What did you do, almost lock horns with him?"
Before he answered, Becky spoke up. "Whatever he did must have scared him to death-his cock went limp as a noodle in my mouth. I thought I was losing my touch."
Bo sheepishly admitted that he'd let his hands slip again, but promised he'd absolutely keep it from happening anymore. He was over the shock of seeing the truck coming at them and his penis was already swelling back up on the girl's hands.
"We didn't lock horns with it," he said, "but you should have seen the look on the driver's face when he looked down from that high truck seat and saw us. His jaw fell down like an elevator."
Red Dog and Becky burst into laughter. The thought of the truck driver seeing a VW van coming straight at him on the wrong side of the road with a hot threesome going on in the front seat was too much.
"Okay, lover," said Becky, "if you're sure you can handle it, I'm going back where I was."
"Ditto," said Red Dog, lowering his body to the naked curves of her soft flesh and inserting his fingers in her vulva once again.
He stimulated it slowly and affectionately, gradually raising her temperature to the boiling point.
"Now you're gonna get it, baby!" he cried, and plunged the head of his excited penis into contact with her wet organs. At first he only allowed the head of it to go in, but after a few second's hesitation he applied his power and sent the entire shaft deep inside.
"Mmmmff!" came Becky, from between Bo's legs.
She was so excited by his entry that she went after Bo's penis with renewed vigor, lapping it and slurping it as though it were ice cream about to melt. Bo felt the blood rush to his loins and knew it wouldn't be long before he ejaculated, but this time he managed to control the van. The sweat poured off his forehead and his hands gripped the wheel.
Red Dog was strong inside her, but tender and loving. He jammed his organ deeper and kissed her naked, moist breasts at the same time. He ran his hands down the lengths of her lovely legs from thighs to ankles and back again. Then he threw his arms around her neck and applied his penis more and more rapidly. He kept up the accelerated pace for as long as he could, then gritted his teeth and slammed it into her at the peak of his excitement. She felt her hot canal receive his thick, warm semen and was spurred to new heights.
She rammed her buttocks up and down in the seat and refused to let his penis go. She sucked on the penis in her mouth for dear life, then the hot cyclone of an orgasm flooded her organs. She whimpered and dropped her head into Bo's lap, satisfied and exhausted.
Red Dog got off and slid over to his side of the seat again. Even though he had just had a tremendous climax, it was still stimulating to look at the naked, sperm-damp lips between the girl's rosy loins.
Bo was wiping his penis with his hand. He asked for a tissue and Red Dog tossed him one from the glove compartment.
"You came too?" said Red Dog. "Becky must have given you a pretty good suck job, huh?"
Becky raised her head from his lap and answered before Bo had a chance to open his mouth. "He came before either one of us did," she said. "I had my mouth full of come before I had any in my pussy."
"You were really going to town on me," said Bo, "I know that. And being able to look down and watch you while Red Dog fucked you made me come just that much faster."
Becky gave him a kiss, momentarily blocking his view of the road again. Red Dog yelled, "Easy, love. Watch out!"
She moved back to the middle of the seat and started wiping her vagina with a tissue. "Guess I blocked your view," she said to Bo. "It'd be a darn shame to make us have a wreck just from kissing you when we managed to keep from it while we were all fucking."
"There was another car we met while you guys were going at it," Bo revealed. "It was three old women. Man, you should have seen the looks on their faces! They weren't as high off the road as the truck driver so they didn't get as much of an eyeful as he did, but they could see the top of Becky's head in my lap and your ass going up and down as you socked it to her."
They all laughed and Red Dog said, "That's definitely the weirdest place I've ever balled a chick."
Becky sat quietly but her head was swelling as she listened to them. She was proud of the fact that she had thought of it. Her concern over convincing them that she was "hip" was vanishing. Every day she was in their company, she felt they were accepting her more and more as being one of them. It's going to be great to reach California, she thought. Wonder what Dad and Mom think about me splitting from home? Maybe now they're sorry they were after me all the time about not wearing a bra and wanting to stay out late once in a while.
They drove for several miles without talking much. The sex bout made them pretty satisfied and content. They passed through a small junction west of a little town in the mountains and saw two Negro hitchhikers thumbing for a ride. They appeared to be in their late teens or early twenties, and both sported big naturals.
"Let's stop and give them a lift," said Bo, pulling the van to the side of the road.
"Okay," agreed Red Dog, "they look groovy."
Becky slid over the seat into the back and started to put her clothes on. "Wait a sec," she cried. "I'm naked, remember? It might freak them out."
"Don't bother putting all your clothes on," said Red Dog. "There isn't time. Just toss that poncho over you -it covers enough?'
The van stopped and the couple piled into the back with Becky. "Thanks a lot, man," said the girl. "We been waiting there quite a while."
"Yeah," said the man. He said their names were Mike and Wendy and they were going to the next big town.
Red Dog introduced Becky and Bo to them and looked at the map. "It's about seventy-five miles," he told the couple, "and we're going right through it. You're welcome to ride all the way."
"Groovy!" exclaimed Mike.
He and Wendy settled back against the wall and started chatting with Becky. Red Dog couldn't keep his eyes off the girl. She was a shade or two darker than the man, and was tall, with a fine figure. The pants suit she was wearing was well tailored to her body, allowing him to take close notice of her large, high-set breasts and narrow waist. Her long legs were crossed and she was wearing a pair of leather boots.
Soon Mike drifted up to the front of the van and sat behind the seat talking to Red Dog. He was about the same height as Bo and was dressed in bucksin pants and vest with a white shirt.
"Hey, man," he said after getting to know Red Dog, "I been noticing you digging on Wendy."
Red Dog thought he had taken offense and started to apologize, but the black man continued, "No, that's cool. We travel together but we aren't on a possession trip with each other. I can tell you dig her looks. If she digs you, feel free."
Red Dog thanked him and whispered what he'd said to Bo. Then he asked Mike if he was attracted by Becky.
"Yeah," he said, "she looks fine. I haven't had me a white chick in a long time, either. Much less a groovy-looking blonde. What's your scene?"
Red Dog explained that they weren't beholden to each other either and that he was welcome to whatever he could get Becky to do. Mike asked Red Dog whether Becky had ever been with a black man and Red Dog said he didn't know, that they'd only been together for a few days. Mike volunteered that he knew Wendy didn't have any racial prejudice and said Red Dog was welcome to try his luck with her.
"She don't even have any sex prejudice, man," Mike went on.
"I didn't really expect that she would," said Red Dog. "All chicks like to screw if they'd just admit it. As much as guys do."
"No, that's not what I mean," said Mike. "What I mean is that she digs chicks as much as dudes-sometimes I think she digs them more!"
"Really?" said Red Dog, more interested in her now than ever. "Wow-I guess me and Bo might have some competition from Becky for her then, huh?"
Mike said, "Yeah, you sure will. This morning when we were balling, she said it'd been a long time since she'd been with a chick and that she sure would like to have one for a change."
"If she wants to make it with Becky, Bo and I won't step in the way any more than if she wanted to make it with you. It'd be a groove if they'd let us watch! I don't think Becky's ever made it with another chick before. If she did she's never mentioned it to me and Bo," Red Dog explained.
Becky had kept quiet about the night when she had sex with Ringo and Connie back at the camp. She didn't want her two traveling companions to know about losing her virginity to Ringo after telling them differently.
"Look," said Red Dog to Mike, "they sure are sitting close together and doing a lot of quiet talking. Maybe Wendy's putting the make on her. She sure is cute. I'd really like to ball her myself but I have to admit it'd be damn near as good to just watch the two of them go at it back there."
The girls had struck up a warm acquaintanceship in the time the men had been talking with each other up front. First they started talking about clothes when Becky complimented Wendy on her outfit. Then Wendy asked about what Becky was wearing-the poncho. Becky admitted that she had been stark naked before stopping to pick them up, and that she had just tossed on the poncho so she wouldn't offend them.
Wendy giggled. "It sure wouldn't have offended us to get in and find you naked. We run around bareassed whenever we get the chance ourselves. 'Course, Mike might have got a hard on from seeing you, but that's cool. He gets hard pretty easy."
She went on to explain that the two of them were close friends but laid no claim to each other sexually. Becky told her that her relationship with Bo and Red Dog was the same. She said that if one of them turned her on, she was welcome to do whatever she wanted with him.
"Can I tell you a secret?" said the black girl. "I been getting wet between the legs ever since I got in."
"Really?" responded Becky. "Which one turns you on, Bo or Red Dog? They're both groovy dudes and I'm sure they both would dig on you if you gave them the chance."
"Well," Wendy slowly began, "they both turn me on some. It's about even, I guess. But that's not why I been getting wet in the pussy. You asked me, so I got to tell it like it is-you turn me on more than either one of them."
"Aw," chided Becky. "What do you mean?" Actually, she had noticed that Wendy had looked her over kind of funny every once in a while. It had occurred to her that she just might possibly be interested in her more than just as a person to chat with, but she felt like playing a little coy.
Wendy smiled at her. "You're putting me on if you claim you really don't know what I mean," she said. "But just in case you've never heard of it before, there are chicks who dig other chicks. Like in bed."
Now that she had forced the girl to lay it on the line, she lowered her defense a little. "Oh, sure," she said, "I'm hip to that. And if you're serious, I'm complimented that you're turned on by me. But you and Mike-don't you make it with each other?"
"Sure we do," responded the black girl. "But that don't mean anything. I'm bi, honey. I swing both ways, you dig?"
On impulse, Becky leaned forward and said, "C'mere, I want to whisper something to you." It really wasn't necessary to whisper anything because the boys up front couldn't hear what they were saying that far away. Unconsciously, Becky simply wanted make physical contact with the girl. She was indulging her own recently discovered interest in other females.
Wendy leaned over and Becky put her lips to her ear. "I've made it with a chick, too, once in my life. But that's all. I... I don't really know how to exactly start things off though. I'd rather have it done to me- you know, like having a guy do it."
As she whispered into the black girl's ear, her poncho sagged open and displayed a generous portion of her lily-white breast as well as a long expanse of her long, curvaceous thigh. Wendy didn't miss one square inch of what she showed. She scooted side to side with Becky on the pretense that whispering wouldn't be necessary if they were closer together and Becky felt a warmth rise in her stomach at the casual touch of her velvety leg.
Wendy's eyes sparkled with interest. "You been turned on by the chick just once before? Then you're damned near a virgin as far as other females go, aren't you? Groovy! It'll be more fun this way."
"What?" posed Becky, attempting complete innocence but not quite bringing it off.
"This, Becky," said Wendy, slipping an arm around her neck and pulling her close. She put her lips to Becky's ear, but instead of whispering to her, she delicately placed her tongue in the shell of her ear and proceeded to lick her and blow into it. Becky felt a chill pass up her spine and she let out a little sigh.
"And this," added Wendy, slipping a hand under the poncho and running it up the smooth skin of her side. When she reached Becky's underarm she let her exploring hand slide around to her back and then on down to the bare cheek of her firm buttock.
"Oh... oh, Wendy, wait," said Becky in a small, breathless voice, "the boys will see."
Wendy was overjoyed that her only protest was someone else seeing them. It was the same as admitting she liked what had just been done to her and would like something more intimate even better.
"Let's scoot over behind that big trunk, then," she suggested, "if that'll make you feel any better. I don't know about your men, but Mike would love to watch anyway."
Becky was pretty sure Bo and Red Dog would too, but she didn't want to let them. Not at first, anyway. The two girls slid behind the trunk and Becky quickly felt both of Wendy's hands underneath the poncho. Then she opened her mouth to her and accepted the girl's energetic tongue with rising desire.
Chapter Eight
Earlier that morning, long before Becky and the boys had picked up Mike and Wendy, Ted Spencer had a flat tire in the suburbs of a small town east of Denver. When he found his spare also flat, he kicked the hub cap in anger and looked around for a telephone.
"Don't look so frowny on a nice morning like this, mister," came a voice from over a white picket fence. He looked around to see who was being such a wise ass and his eyes met a leggy girl with a broom straw in her mouth. She looked about twenty-three and had long, wavy black hair that was tied in pigtails.
"You'd be 'frowny' too if you had a damned flat and no spare or any way to get one," he informed her. He was in a hurry to catch up with the van and the delay irked him so much he honestly didn't realize how attractive she was until later.
"But you have a way to get it fixed," she said. "If a telephone's all you need, you can use ours. Come on around to the front gate."
He relaxed some. After all, the girl was simply trying to be pleasant. No reason for him to take out his anger on her. And besides, she was even offering him a way out of his predicament.
She showed him into the house and pointed to a hall phone. He called the AAA and was told their truck was out. He would have to wait. He scowled and slammed down the receiver. When he turned around he saw a glass of cold beer setting in front of him. His hostess was sitting in a lounge chair with her legs crossed at the ankles.
"If you have to wait, won't that help a little? You're welcome to wait here until you can get something done with the tire," she offered. Then she made a mock-angry face and added, "If you promise to keep that terrible look off your face, that is."
Her warmth and humor won him, not to mention her very sensuous body which he was just beginning to notice. "Sorry," he said, and told her just enough about his situation to avoid any embarrassing details.
"You're lucky," said the girl, who introduced herself as Kay. "You're just passing through this hayseed town. When you get your flat fixed you can leave. I'm stuck here all summer."
He winced a little at the way she referred to the town. The one he was from was about the same size. But nothing about him gave away his secret, so he kept his mouth shut. She told him she went to college in California and was home for summer. She had been promised a trip to New York, but her parents had called it off because she'd "been naughty" at school.
The way she said it made him wonder just how she'd been naughty, but he didn't ask.
"Thanks for the beer," he said. "I better go back to the car. I'm sure your parents wouldn't feel right about you entertaining a stranger here when they're gone."
She laughed. "But don't you see?" she said. "That's exactly why I can entertain you here. They're really gone-to San Francisco and won't be back all weekend."
The way she was talking made him take a whole new look at her. She had just told him a lot more than was necessary. And something about the calm, casual way she sat with her long legs draped over the lounge added to the notion that she might be wanting someone to make things a little bit more exciting for her. She acted like a princess in exile. Like a princess who wants something between her legs, he thought with a smile.
He sat back down and started having thoughts he was afraid he'd be sorry for later. He had to quit losing time like this, he told himself. No telling where Becky was by now. Kay's voice brought him out of his deep thoughts.
"Your glass is almost empty," she said, taking it from his hand. "More beer, or would you like to switch over?"
"To what?" he asked.
"Wine, maybe," she replied, "bourbon, Scotch-you name it, Daddy keeps his liquor cabinet pretty well stocked."
"But you aren't drinking anything," he complained. "I don't want to sit here and guzzle drinks while you sit there without one."
She gave him a little smile and said, "I just gave you the beer because you looked hot and tired. And I'm offering you something else because it looks like you're going to have a long wait and you seem all keyed up, so a drink would help you relax. But when I drink this early in the day I... well, I get a little too-I just probably shouldn't have one, that's all. At school when I drink I sometimes get... get-" she interrupted herself and laughed-"well, my roommate says I get a little forward. That's the way she describes it."
She turned on her heel before he could respond and headed for the kitchen with his glass. As she walked, he took his time and got a nice, slow look at the way she was built. Besides the long black hair and the confident way she spoke and moved, he was very impressed with the shape of her firm, rounded little bottom. And another thing-in spite of her long legs, which made her look taller than she really was, she was quite petite... probably not over 5' 3". Something about her small stature was very appealing to him. Was it because of little thirteen-year-old Strawberry, back at the hippie camp? He put the idea out of his mind.
From the kitchen she called, "If I have one with you, what would you like? You said you'd drink if I would. Name it. We have everything."
"How about a martini?" he asked. "Can I trust you to make a good one or is that-" he began.
"Good choice!" she yelled, interrupting him. "Wait and see what you think when I bring it in."
He relaxed against the back of his chair and thought of how sexy she looked in her clothes. She was wearing a miniskirt that came to a provocative point just below the curve of her obviously firm little buttocks, a loose fitting cotton pullover top, and pure white pantyhose over low, black patent leather shoes. The top was especially sexy for him. Usually he liked to see a woman wear tight-fitting clothes that let him see how she was built. But Kay's loose top somehow had a different effect on him. Its very looseness showed just enough of the outline of her breasts to make him wonder just how they would look naked. The very mystery of the indistinct shape excited him greatly.
When she entered the room she was carrying a pitcher of martinis. Just as I hoped, he thought, a whole pitcher. If I'd asked for a highball she'd have just made a single glassful for each of us. This way we have a whole damned pitcher in front of us. I'll just find out how fucking forward she gets when she drinks before this little affair is over. I bet she needs it bad.
He drank long and deep. He could practically taste no vermouth at all. It seemed almost straight gin. And this time she sat in a different chair-one that was directly across the room from him. It was higher than the lounge she'd been in earlier and from his position he could see a very long way up her slender, panty-hosed thighs.
He made small talk all through his first martini and when he asked for another, she poured herself a second one along with his, without batting an eye. Just one drink, indeed, he thought. This little bitch is just dying to get drunk and have a reason to let a guy feed her the meat. Although she was several years older than his daughter, he couldn't help comparing them and thinking how mad he'd be if his daughter let a strange man in the house and acted like this. Maybe it was her small size. Whatever it was, he began to feel another emotion along with his growing passion-a kind of loathing. He felt she should be punished in some way for acting so forward and showing her desire so plainly.
Halfway into her second drink she swung her slim legs up into the chair and turned sideways. She sat there with the glass in her hand just looking out the window, an arrogant little smile on her face. He felt a strong desire to do two things-snatch her naked and fuck her, then humiliate her for letting him do it. But he'd make it a little more gradual than all that.
"What are you thinking about?" he inquired. "Looks like you're in the middle of a daydream."
"Oh, nothing," she said, her voice vibrant and husky, "at least nothing I should tell you."
The comment itself was arrogant enough, he thought. When she added insult to injury by turning her head in a knowingly provocative pose and gracing him with a blase, little smile, it was too much.
"No, you're wrong there," he answered. He didn't raise his voice but the very fact that he opposed her made her take note. "You don't even have to tell me, because I know."
The smile faded from her face and she turned to him in genuine interest. She felt a change in him.
"What you're thinking about," he pursued, his voice still level, "is a nice big prick, aren't you?"
She opened her mouth to speak and her eyebrows arched in surprise and indignation, but he cut her off.
"That's it, isn't it, honey?" he continued. "Sure it is, don't try to hide it. You're thinking how it'd be to have a nice fat one up your hot little snatch and you know damn well the way you're acting is making me get a big hard on."
She sputtered. "Really, now! How can you say such things to me. Why, you're... you're insulting me! You're sitting here in my own house talking filth to me. What in the world's wrong with you? Who do you-"
"You call it 'filth,' but you love it, don't you?" he broke in. "You know god damned well you want to be spread-eagled on your back with a big fat one reaming you. Nothing's wrong with me, honey, it's you. 'Cause you throw that fine little ass of yours in a man's face and then aren't woman enough to admit it."
She was shaken. She put her feet on the floor and stared in disbelief. "You can just get out of here," she barked.
Ted moved to the edge of his seat and set his drink down. "Oh, I will," he told her, his voice rising a little. "I will. After I've stripped your hot little ass naked and fucked the piss out of you!"
At first she had looked outraged, then frightened.
Now she simple sat and stared at him in fascination, like a bird watching a snake. "I've got it for you," he said with confidence. "Oh, I've got it for you, all right. Right here between my legs I've got exactly what you want and it's hard as a fucking hammer. Now where do you want it, honey? Am I going to have to give it to you right here in the living room or are you going to show me where your bedroom is?"
Kay didn't answer now. She had an almost respectful expression on her face. She shifted nervously on the edge of the chair and turned her head in short, jerky motions as she glanced around the room, outside through the window, and down the hallway toward the kitchen.
Ted rose to his feet and took a step toward her. "That's better, honey," he said, closing the distance between them. "You're a pretty strong little gal and you just aren't used to having a man talk to you like I am. You twist those college boys around your little finger when you're at school, and you don't know what to do when you meet a man who won't stand for it. Well, you're going to find out. Come on."
He reached down and picked her up off her chair, hoisted her in his arms and started down the hall. She was light enough that it wasn't difficult. No bigger than Becky, he thought. As far as height goes, there's even less of her. Wonder if some bastard's getting in my daughter's pussy right now?
When he got to the kitchen, he demanded to know where her bedroom was. She feebly pointed up a staircase off the main hall.
He grinned. "That's the way, baby. You just do what I tell you to and you're going to get just what you want."
As he ascended the stairs, he hugged her closer against him. He had one arm under her knees and the other under her back and was carrying her face up, her petite body limber and defenseless. He could smell perfume on her clothes. Her face was only inches away from his and he could see the firm swells of her breasts even under the loose, formless folds of her top.
She was calmer now. If it hadn't been for her ego, she would have been actually resigned to what was happening. "Is this the way you always take a woman?" she asked, some of the acid creeping back into her voice. "Do you always rape a girl?"
He reached the top of the stairs and carried on down the upstairs hall as he spoke. His face was flushed from the exertion and from the excitement caused by feeling her soft flesh in his power.
"This isn't no rape, Kay," he said, with a nasty little laugh. "You know that. Rape is when a girl doesn't want it, and you know damn well you do. Shit, your little cunt's already wet, I bet."
"You big bastard!" she cried.
He laughed again, knowing he must have hit on the truth. She was used to having things on her terms and it incensed her to have to accept his will.
All the doors were closed. "Which one? Come on, Kay, which door's the one to your bedroom?"
"There!" she spat, pointing toward a door with her foot.
He shook her leg and the shoe dropped off. He removed the other one by hand and tossed it on the hall floor toward the other one. "You won't be needing these, honey," he said.
As he pushed the door open and carried her over the threshold, he said, "You sure this is your bedroom and not your mommy's and daddy's? You wouldn't want to be fucked in their bed, would you?"
Again the picture of his daughter flashed through his mind and he considered how furious he would be if she did such a thing.
"It's mine," she grudgingly replied.
He sat on the edge of the bed with her and kept her in his arms. "This is where you sleep, huh? Right here in this bed? This where you get naked every night and slip under the covers? Bet you do a lot of playing with your pussy under there, too, don't you? Bet you lay down every night and put those fingers to work 'til you have it nice and wet, don't you?"
"None of your damned business!" she hissed. "It's none of your business if I do things like that or not!"
He grinned down at her. She was regaining some of her earlier fire. Her indignant response made him think she did a lot of masturbating and was angry because he would speak of such a thing.
He lowered her to his lap and scooted back on the bed so that her feet and head were supported by the mattress. Her buttocks and lower back touched the top of his thighs. She still made no overt move to escape, but the expression she maintained on her face indicated she would if she thought she could get away with it. Yet he had the definite feeling that she didn't really want to get away.
"Now I can finally find out what you look like under your clothes," he said to her. There was excitement in his eyes. "You let me get plenty of shots at these nice long legs of yours, but this damned top doesn't show off your tits at all."
Her eyes flashed a spark of humor. She was glad he had been attracted without being able to satisfy his curiosity. She knew very well she had an extremely pleasing shape and got a smug satisfaction from knowing he had wanted to see more without being permitted to.
He placed his hand on the fabric of her top and for the first time his fingers were able to touch the girl's breasts. He ran his hand over the thin material and his eyes glazed with desire as he felt the hard points of her nipples and the wonderfully firm slopes that rounded off beneath. "No bra, huh?" he observed. "I didn't think you'd have one on, you little slut, but I couldn't tell for sure."
Just like Becky, he thought, exactly the way she ran around all the time in Greenfield.
He ran his hand under the bottom of the garment and touched the nakedness of her stomach. It was flat, hard, and as smoothly textured as silk. He passed his fingertips lightly over the tiny, abrupt depression of her navel.
She obviously tried hard to keep him from seeing that she enjoyed the touch, but she wasn't able to mask it all, A deep breath escaped from her lips.
He pulled the garment up from the bottom and watched the slow exposure of her bare skin. Inch by inch, he approached the base of her breasts. Her nostrils flared.
"There ain't no way I'm going to be kept out of here," he said. "You got a pair of fine ones and you know it, don't you? All the men all the time sneak a look at them when you walk, don't they? Well, this man's going to see them, baby, and he's gonna see them naked."
He drew the top past the twin hillocks and stared at the rich, creamy bounty he had uncovered. "Urn umm," he cried, "what a sweet pair of tits! How can you stand keeping them things under there where nobody can see them, huh? God damn!"
Even though he had forced her to let him see them, his unabashed compliment fed her ego. He saw the corners of her mouth turn up but she kept her eyes cold, avoiding the smile as much as she could.
He ran his hands lightly but hungrily over the exposed organs and paused to tweak the dark tips of them with his thumb and forefinger. The taut flesh excited him immensely and he nervously titillated the nipples of both breasts 'til the motions of his hand became frenzied-he paused at one and pressed the sharpness of a fingernail into the yielding softness, causing her to cry out. It was more in surprise than in pain, but he was glad to force some kind of response from her.
"Ouch!" she said. "Damn you, what are you doing?"
"Getting you loose, baby," he said. "You're laying here, trying to hold it in and play like you don't feel anything, so I'm just making you admit you aren't made out of stone."
He rolled her off his lap and onto the middle of the bed, then stood up and looked down at her. The movement had ruffled her short skirt farther than ever up her legs but he still couldn't see her panties. Her top was all the way up, even with her arm holes and bunched around her neck.
"Take that off the rest of the way," he commanded, "and get that fucking little skirt off while you're at it too. It's so short you might as well not be wearing it, anyway."
She sat up in bed and, looking daggers at him, twisted her torso and drew the top off over her head. As she moved, he was treated to a view of her beautifully defined back muscles and to the firm bobbing of her naked breasts. Now that she was upright he could see how high set they were and it made him want her even more.
"There," she said, "my top's off. Good enough for you?"
"The skirt, too, damn it," he said.
She made a huffing noise and instead of doing what he said, she wrapped her arms around her shins and sat with her legs together, her nipples pooching out over her folded wrists.
"If you can see as much as you say," she said, "then you don't even need it off, do you?"
"Don't be smart, you slut," he spat out. "I can see plenty all right but I want to see your fucking pantyhose all the way to your cunt. Now get that skirt off!"
"For your information I'm not even wearing pantyhose," she said, a contemptuous smile on her face. "I happen to be wearing a pair of thigh-highs."
"What the fuck's that?" he thundered.
"This, you dumb bastard," she hissed, unfolding her arms and raising her miniskirt hem all the way to her waist. Her expression was still contemptuous, but she was smiling.
He feasted his eyes on the sensuous secrets under the sexy little skirt. It wasn't pantyhose she was wearing but it was something that turned him on even more.
The white hose she had been flashing around so much in the living room didn't continue on up and encase her pelvis. Instead they stopped very high up her thigh, as far as they could go. A wide rubber band held them up and accounted for the skin-tight appearance of pantyhose. Her underpants were separate, bikini style with bright flowers all over them. The yellow silk printed with blue petals stretched tightly across her rounded pubic mound and barely covered it. The sexiest thing, he thought, was the way an inch or so of her skin was left naked between where the hose tops stopped and panty legbands began.
He grinned lasciviously and stared at what she was showing him. "I don't care what the hell you call them fancy underpinnings," he said, "as long as you show them off to me."
She looked erotic to him as she sat there on the bed with nothing on but her white hose, bright bikinis, and raised miniskirt. He wanted to do things to that luscious body he hadn't even thought of yet. The shaft of his penis had been hard for some time, but now it started to throb.
"Okay, honey, keep going," he told her.
"You always make a girl do a striptease for you?" she asked impertinently. "Or are you man enough to take her clothes off yourself?"
She wanted it to sound like a threat but she couldn't conceal the fact that she was baiting him. The truth was that she was proud of her pretty body and simply loved to show it off to a man and have him crazy to get his hands on her.
"You were telling me how you always get 'forward' when you drink, remember?" he replied. "Hell, if you're so damned forward, looks like you'd want to do it yourself."
She was sorry he remembered her comment and didn't answer. He walked to the bed and leaned over.
"That don't mean I'm not gonna do it though," he told her. "Now lay down on your back."
She did it as though she was under terrible duress but he could see that she actually loved it. She was beginning to breath harder and he hadn't even touch her yet.
"Raise your fucking knees up," he commanded, and she did. He inserted a finger inside the skin-tight bands of her thigh-highs and peeled them down the firm flesh of her thigh. They had been on so tightly that an inch-wide red welt was left on the tender skin. He grasped her by the back of her knee and straightened the leg, then pulled the gossamer stocking past her ankle and tossed it behind him on the floor. With the other one he did the same, noticing with eager lust how the movement of the leg stretched the muscles of her groin and made the flesh between her legs tighten.
As he pulled it free, a sudden whim made him lower the sheer stocking to her chest and draw it flat and tight over the impertinent firmness of her mammaries. The girl's nipples poked through the material of the thin white stocking hard and dark.
"Haven't had a fucking brassiere on for so long, you forgot how it feels, haven't you?" he teased. "See, this is what you ought to do with them pretty little titties -keep something on them to hold them in. See, how does that feel?"
"If I did wear a brassiere, you'd want it off just as soon you could get it off, you bastard," she retorted. "You must really be sick stretching my stockings over my tits so you can see what it would be like if I was wearing one."
He was stunned for a second by the truth of what she said but he soon put it out of his mind.
"I'll show you how 'sick' I am, you sexy little bitch," he cried, kneeling on the bed beside her.
He threw the stocking over his shoulder and unzipped his fly. He brought out his erect member and held it out proudly in front of her.
"Does a sick man have a hard cock like this?" he demanded. "Hell no, he don't. If I was sick I couldn't raise a hard on."
The sight of the angry red color of the instrument, together with its undeniable stiffness, sent a shudder of warmth through Kay's nearly naked body. She couldn't help moving restlessly on the bed and he saw her do it.
"Getting horny now in the worst way, aren't you?" he teased. "Okay, off with your panties."
She put her hand to the waistband but he slapped it off. "Not you, me," he said.
He put his hands on both sides of her rounded hips and said, "Roll over, you prick teaser!"
"What?" she quibbled.
"You heard me!" he cried.
She rolled onto her stomach and felt his hands on her ankles. He pulled her legs apart so he could see between her tight thighs.
"Just what I thought, honey!" he growled. "You're so god damned wet the juice from your cunt's got your panties all damp too."
She felt a flush of shame. It was true, she knew. She'd been hoping he wouldn't notice. She was getting more excited by the minute under his authoritative control. But why did he want her genitals against the bed instead of up where he could see them?
She felt him draw the last remaining article of clothing from her body. The wispy panties were drawn down the lengths of her slender legs and disposed of with haste. She lay before him with the dome-shaped firmness of her naked rear exposed to his most detailed inspection. She lay cringing, with her face down, waiting for whatever mad thing he might do next, but there was no touching.
Then she heard his pants fall to the floor and his shoes come off. She heard his shirt flutter off. She looked back over her shoulder and saw him standing directly behind her with his member sticking out like a signpost. He was stepping out of his shorts.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, as though she had no idea what her present position called for.
"I'm gonna give it to you in the ass, honey," he informed her. "I'm gonna show you what that asshole's for."
"Oh!" she cried. It was so indecent. "Oh no!"
"Oh yes, honey," he growled. "Thought you was gonna get it where you wanted it, didn't you? Thought you was gonna have me ramming it up that juicy little cunt so you could get your cookies off? I know you're burning up to have a prick up your cunt, but I'm fucking you where I want to, not where you want it."
She had never experienced anal sex before. Her mouth went dry from fear. It was sure to hurt.
He straddled her legs first and reached under her anus to the front of her body, inserting his finger in the moist slit of her sex. She was so anxious to have it stay that she gripped her legs together and tried to hold it inside. But he removed it as suddenly as he had inserted it in the place.
"Huh uh, honey, just a feel's all you get," he told her, with obvious delight at teasing her. "Open up now, here's that prick you been thinking about so much."
He covered her, burying his face in the thick mane of her coal black hair and plastering his body to hers from head to toe. His very weight was strangely exciting in itself, she discovered, but she still wished for freedom. He widened his legs and supported himself on his knees. He lifted his body from hers enough to give him room to move his pelvis above her.
"If you're gonna come off, you'll have to do it through your asshole, honey. Here it is!" he cried.
Then she felt it. He didn't even stimulate the opening with his fingers before entering her. One second he was talking and the next, his missile-shaped glans was thrusting through.
"Argh!" she groaned.
"Hurt some, did it?" he asked. "Loosen up and you'll like it."
Again he plunged his organ home. It hurt again but the discomfort was accompanied by a little pleasure. He didn't stop. She could hear him breathing hard. He ran his hands under her stomach and put his palms on the nakedness of her breasts. Every time he powered his organ into her rear end, he gripped both breasts for traction. It seemed his big member went deeper with every stroke.
Suddenly he pulled it all the way out and sat down beside her. He grabbed her by the shoulders and roughly turned her over. She thought he must be going to switch to her vagina but she wasn't even close. He was sweating and his face was red as a beet. He thrust his organ in her face and put his hand on the back of her neck.
"Eat it, baby!" he commanded.
She was horrified. Fellatio was one thing, but performing immediately after a man's penis had exited a girl's rectum was quite another. She jerked her head back.
"Oh, God, no," she cried, "don't make me suck you with your cock looking like that."
He grabbed her neck again. "If you'd wipe your ass good enough, it wouldn't look like that," he insisted. "Go on, suck me off, honey. I'm not through with your asshole yet. This is just a little break to let you have a nice taste."
She thought she was going to retch. "Oh, please," she pleaded, "please. Don't make me do it. You... you were right. I... oh God, I did want you to fuck me. And I did show off in front of you to... to make you want to take my clothes off and fuck me in the pussy. I admit it. Oh God, I admit it all. I was dying to have you fuck my cunt and I was wet from thinking about it. But... but please, not this. Not-"
"Take it, baby," he persisted. "Suck it and lick it good!"
Her breasts were sweating and rivulets were coursing down her sides and through the thick underbrush of her genitals. Her eyes flashed from his face to the meaty spike of his horrible instrument. She was so humiliated, she wanted to die. He bent her head down and she felt her lips touch it. There was no way out. She opened her mouth and closed her fresh, red lips on the head of the vile thing.
"That's it, suck away!" he ordered.
As Kay performed the unspeakable act, shame flowed through her body like the blood in her veins. But a strange new sensation arose and it came fast. Her... her loins were heating. The inside of her vagina was beginning to pulse. She attacked the nasty penis with open ardor. The fleshy lips of her vulva quivered.
"Eat it up, you slut!" he yelled. "Eat my prick!"
Her embarrassment knew no bounds. She twirled her tongue around the end of his penis like she was demented. She couldn't get enough of it. The noises she made were revolting, and the sound of them in her ears seemed to drive her on with greater and greater desire. She got on her knees and began working her rear up and down in a slow, gradually increasing rhythm that seemed out of her control. She felt the mouth of her vagina dripping a copious flow of moisture down her inner thighs.
She knew he was watching everything she did and that seemed to excite her even more. She put both hands on his organ and masturbated him so hard that her shoulders moved like a machine. The warmth in her genitals had turned to a hungry heat that threatened to burn the sweet wetness of her tender flesh like a torch. She moved her buttocks faster and faster and her firm breasts shook heavily on her chest. He had taken his hand from her neck; it was now completely unnecessary. She closed her eyes tightly and squeezed her moist thighs together.
"Uuuuuuungh!" she cried, a low moan that vibrated his penis like an earthquake. Then Kay jammed her buttocks up and down like a jack hammer and her wet, steamy organs contracted in a sharp, white-hot orgasm that left her laying on her stomach, gasping for breath. She felt the bed jounce and realized Ted was getting to his knees, then a warm gush of sperm struck her in the back of the neck and she realized he had ejaculated on her.
"Damn it," he complained, "I didn't mean to shoot off yet, you horny bitch. I wanted some more of that asshole. You got so fucking hot you made me come too quick!"
But in spite of his plans he thoroughly enjoyed the release her ravenous mouth had afforded him. He got up at once and dashed to the bathroom. The sight of his car out the window brought back his problems. He washed off, donned his clothes, and left Kay lying on the bed. She couldn't believe he was leaving.
"Wait!" she yelled. "Please! Come back! I've got to see you again. You taught me something about myself I never knew. Please, I'll do anything, I'll fuck you, I'll suck you, I'll go with you, I'll bring you other girls to fuck, I'll..."
Her voice faded as he ran out the door to his car. He looked down a side street and thought, Jesus, how could I be that stupid? There was a service station on a corner just two blocks away. Waiting for the AAA truck to return hadn't even been necessary. He walked to the station and, less than an hour later, he was on his way west again.
That Kay was a real snotty bitch, he thought, but I guess I taught her to not be so damned high handed. She deserved the embarrassing things he had done to her, he thought. But another thought haunted him. Just why was it he kept thinking of his daughter so often while he had been with Kay? And what, exactly, would take place when he finally caught up with his rebellious Becky?
Chapter Nine
Becky and Wendy sat together behind the big trunk as close as they could possibly get. In Becky's ears was the interminable sound of the van's motor, while underneath her poncho she felt the black girl's bold hands. Wendy didn't stop at the firm, smooth expanse of Becky's stomach or even at the trimly rounded hemispheres of her buttocks.
"Just lean against me and groove, girl," Wendy whispered into her ear as she moved her fingers under the skimpy garment.
Becky allowed her to pass her hand under her rear and approach the object of her goals.
"That's the way," urged Wendy, "raise up and let me in there to that nice little cunt. Here we go, sweety, lemme get on past them hairs and get on up where I can do you some good. Ain't that fine, now, ain't that fine for you?"
Becky shuddered at the touch. She felt the girl's fingers slip through the golden forest of her pubic hair and glide along the fresh, naked lips of the vagina itself.
"Whew... it's getting me wet, Wendy," she said. "I... I wasn't even wet at all a little while ago but now you're making it start. Are you sure we ought to-I mean, I didn't know I'd get this worked up... are you sure the guys won't-"
Wendy pursed her ample lips and whispered into Becky's ear. "Don't you even think about those guys, you hear? Don't you even worry your head over them -you want something to think about, you think about how this feels, sweety, and this."
In rapid succession Becky felt a finger of one hand stroke the increasingly damp surfaces of her outer lips while the other hand pressed the taut point of one of her breasts. She scooted and shifted to make it easier for Wendy to handle her.
As the girl manipulated her most sensitive flesh, Becky looked at the openings in her clothes and experienced the desire to touch the soft, black skin of her body. Everything was happening so fast. With Connie and Ringo, she had preferred to let them do everything. But now she was wanting to reciprocate a little bit. The girl's fingers were making her feel so wonderful she knew they were bound to wind up on the floor with their bodies pressed tightly together. How would it be to feel the satiny skin of her lover with her hands, she wondered, and to place her fingers inside her leather pants and panties? But she was a little shy about acting out her desires.
"Wendy," she asked in a quiet voice, "are you... do you feel damp where I do?"
"Got to go farther than that to find out," joked the girl. "Got to get in my panties before you can tell."
"That's what I meant," said Becky. "Are your panties wet in the crotch like my pussy is?"
Wendy ducked her head and kissed her full on the mouth. "Go right ahead and find out, sweety," she replied. "You're mighty welcome to get right in and see for yourself." She saw that Becky didn't know exactly how to gain entrance to the leather pants, so she took her hand and directed it.
"It's too tight," complained Becky, "I can't work my hand in. Can't you just-"
"I sure can," said Wendy, "and glad to do it. Here, lemme slip 'em off so you can get in easy."
She drew them down as far as her knees and Becky saw the girl's panties. She moved her hand to the center, at the V of the girl's dusky thighs, but hesitated at the last minute. Finally she gingerly began stroking the silky material directly over the swell that filled the garment's frontal crotch. The flesh beneath gave way with a spongy resilience that begged for more thorough attention. She could feel the springiness of the curly hairs that lay beneath. As she traced her fingers carefully up and down the surface of the undergarment she felt Wendy's fingers become bolder inside her own body.
"Honey, you're getting wet as you can be in there, you know it? That cute, blonde little cunt of yours is flooding now," Wendy told her, increasing the speed of her strokes ever so slightly.
"Ummm," she said, "God, yes, I know it. You do it better than guys do. You've made me wet so quick."
Spurred on by Wendy's loving attentions, Becky sneaked her fingers over the top of the girl's panties at last. She dropped her hand down the front and touched the mass of wiry hairs that covered the upper swelling of the mound of Venus. She felt her lovemate exert a slight pressure that drove her loins closer against Becky's timid fingers and forced the tips of her fingers onto the surface of the skin itself.
"Wow," Becky whispered, "you're so slick and smooth there? I'm not like that, am I? I mean, yours already feels on the outside like mine does on the inside!"
"You might not be as smooth as I am there, but your fine little blonde pussy hairs turn me on the same way. We gonna get some friggin' out of this little party, huh?" she said.
Becky became more confident. She pushed on to the wet gloss of the lips themselves. The end of her thumb and forefinger parted Wendy's fleshy orifice and Becky searched for the most central route to the interior.
"Urn ummmm," exclaimed Wendy, "now you're doing it, sweety. Now you're swinging with it."
Becky put her other hand on Wendy's shoulder and let it fall down the front of her clothes. The firm swell of the black girl's breast pushed back with a solidity that Becky found very erotic. She began to manipulate her fingers across the fully packed garment in minute detail. She raised her hand to the girl's neck and stroked it, working downwards inside her clothes.
"Want in there too, sweety?" asked Wendy. "Here, now you can feel my tits all you want." She unbuttoned the garment and felt Becky's warm hand rush in eagerly. Wendy had been greatly attracted by Becky's blonde beauty and was overjoyed when she discovered that she was open to passive girl-love. Becky's new boldness was more than she had hoped for.
Wendy kept one hand on the girl's breast and the other within the folds of her vulva as she spoke. "What's that you were telling me about wanting a chick to do things to you and not digging doing things yourself?" she reminded her. "For a chick that don't dig the active part, you sure are doing some groovy things to my tits and pussy!"
"I don't know," Becky replied in genuine surprise. "I never wanted to before. But you've just been making me feel so great it made me-ungh, like that, for instance -" Becky interrupted herself as Wendy's fingers brushed past her clitoris-"so great that I just had to get my hands on you, too."
"You're getting my pussy so juicy I'm gonna have to use my mouth on you to give it to you as good," Wendy told her.
"Am I really?" asked Becky. "Beautiful! I was afraid you were used to better. I told you I-"
"I know, you only done it once before," interjected the black girl. "That don't mean shit though, if you've got the feeling. And believe me, girl, you got it. You got it, honey!"
"I sure don't miss having a prick in me yet," said Becky. "Not a bit. The way you're... oh, God, that's good... the way you're going to town on me, I don't think I will, either."
"You ain't gonna miss no prick, no sir," assured Wendy. "No indeed, not one little bit. I'm gonna have you creaming in your panties fine and dandy."
"You're the only one with panties," reminded Becky. "I'm naked under my poncho, remember?"
"Fuck it," cursed the black girl, "then I'm gonna have you getting yourself off then. It ain't what you say, baby, it's how you lay."
Wendy was getting hungry for more of Becky's nakedness. She lifted the poncho off and let it fall. She took a long look at the naked girl and hugged her close, putting her free hand back on Becky's breast.
"Oh, groovy," she squealed. "I thought you were gonna quit feeling up my tits." She opened her mouth and Wendy's tongue flowed in like honey. Becky felt the girl's warm, only partially naked front against hers and started feeling for more buttons or zippers. "Too many clothes," she breathed, her voice low and whispery. "Get naked like me, will you? I need to feel all you got like you're doing."
"Go, honey," urged Wendy. "Strip me blind. I can't take my hands off you now. Not when I got 'em where they are!"
Becky made short work of the clothes still draped on her lover's half-naked body. Soon she was clad only in her high-topped boots. "I'm leaving these on," she told Wendy. "They're sexy!"
The new freedom made them crazy. They hugged their damp, smooth bodies together and wound their arms and legs around each other with no holds barred. When Becky felt the thrilling pressure of Wendy's naked breasts against hers, she nearly lost her mind. "Oh wow," she whooshed, "your boobs are so wild. I wish mine were as big as yours."
"Don't... sweat it," whispered Wendy, her words broken as she kissed Becky's shoulders, neck, and face. "Yours are... shaped so good and... got such hard little... nipples on 'em, you should be proud!"
And her mouth fell farther down the front of her pink body. Becky felt the wet softness of them pass again and again over her breasts and nipples, pass down the center of her stomach to her navel. After a few seconds of circular tongue action that left Becky shuddering, she felt the wonderful sensation of having them descend to the horizontal line where her pubic hair started growing.
"Oh," she wailed, "oh... you said you were gonna use your mouth on me, but I swear I'm gonna come before you get there!" She threw her arms around Wendy's slender back and let her hands rise into the thick curls of her natural as the girl lowered her face between the fair-skinned thighs and into the profusion of blonde curls at the center. Becky was already moving her rear up and down in rhythm to the ardent caress of Wendy's fingers. The anticipation was too great to bear.
"Oh God, lover," she moaned, throwing herself sideways on the floor and scrambling toward Wendy's wiry nest of pubic hairs. "I just gotta suck you off too. Lemme eat it up!"
Just before Wendy disappeared, mouth, nose, and chin into the muff of Becky's curls, she cried, "Right on, sweety. It's all yours!"
Then both girls achieved lip contact with each other's wet, heated organs. Within two minutes Becky was surprised to find herself hitting her peak. She whimpered like a baby and licked the black girl's velvety genitals like a cat lapping milk. It was different than with a man in a very exciting way. She discovered that when the end of the act didn't result because of a limp penis, as with males, she could continue right on having a series of additional climaxes like beads on a string.
She carefully applied her lips to Wendy's clitoris and felt her writhe with mounting pleasure, then introduced her tongue to the sensitive spot. Two black legs wrapped snugly around Becky's ears and she felt her body shake with spasms. Wendy made a low moaning noise and concentrated her leg motions into one gigantic squeeze, and Becky knew that she too had reached orgasm. She kept up the tongue action on her glistening clitoris in order to provide her with additional climaxes, but Wendy raised her mouth from Becky's fleecy loins.
"No sweety, here's what I gotta have to keep me going. Gimme a raspberry-like this!" she indicated. Then she dove back between Becky's legs. Becky had never heard of a raspberry, but she was willing to do whatever Wendy wanted.
She felt the black girl's lips on her vulva again. This time, instead of sucking or licking the wet flesh, Wendy made a humming noise with her mouth. And the vibrations set up by the sound made her lips vibrate like a paper held over a comb. Becky held on tight and dug her toes in. Even though her orgasm had ended, she felt another one building fast. She applied her mouth to Wendy's pouting vulva and imitated her. The vibrations made her lips flutter against her clitoris and caused bubbles to sputter in the copious flow of Wendy's love juices.
She bucked and squeezed her thighs together as tightly as she could and was rewarded by a powerful new orgasm. This one left her exhausted and satisfied and it was all she could do to continue performing the raspberry action on her black lover's clitoris. But in seconds, she felt her long, slender thighs start pumping and knew she was almost there. Then Wendy bumped her rear on the floor in a hard, fast rhythm and shrieked like a banshee. She rolled over on her side and lay still.
Soon Wendy switched ends and brought her head even with Becky's. She folded the girl into her arms and their breasts met like warm dough. For several minutes they lay together, Wendy's curly black natural mixed wildly with Becky's straight blonde tresses. Even the occasional jouncing of the van didn't disturb them. In a little while Becky dropped off to sleep.
Wendy lay on her side and passed her fingertips over Becky's pink, sleeping body, feeling the rounded curves as though she wanted to remember her later.
"You think they really didn't know we were watching?" Red Dog asked Mike.
They had both been bug-eyed for the better part of the preceding hour as they watched the girls' amorous energy being spent.
"Either that or they didn't give a damn," he said. "Whichever it was, we didn't seem to bother them a bit."
"Christ, no," agreed Mike. "Remember how we stopped talking and whispering when we first noticed what they were into? What a laugh-pretty soon we could tell they couldn't even hear us if we talked plenty louder than we are right now."
"They were probably just grooving on each other so much it went right past their ears," said Mike. "You know how it is when you're really getting it on with somebody."
"Hell," added Bo, who was driving, "they didn't even notice when I stopped the van those two times so I could watch too!"
"Look," pointed Red Dog. "Here's where you and Wendy wanted off. Damn, it's been a short ride. Sure you two wouldn't groove on coming with us to the Porcupine Farm? There's plenty of room."
Mike told him they really couldn't, but said they'd heard of the Porcupine Farm and was sure they'd have a blast there. By that time Wendy was sleeping too. He woke her up and, as Red Dog watched her put her clothes on, he felt a strong desire for her. As they exited, he reached over the back of the seat and gave her a big embrace and a wet kiss.
"That was beautiful what you did with Becky," he told her. "Wish to hell you and Mike were going to go on to the Porcupine Farm with us. I'd love to ball you myself."
She smiled and said, "Maybe we'll run across each other again. If we do, I could dig it with you. I never balled a redheaded cat before. It would turn me on."
As she stepped out onto the road, they both looked back and saw that Mike had knelt down beside the sleeping Becky and was following Red Dog's lead by kissing her. Except he was kissing the girl's vulva.
"Come on," chided Wendy, "just kiss, don't lick. We don't have time for no more loving now."
Mike finally got up and halfheartedly joined Wendy on the roadside. They wished each other good luck and the van drove off without ever waking Becky. About an hour later they pulled off the road to check the road map and Bo announced they could make the Porcupine Farm by midnight with any luck. They stopped at a motel and woke Becky about dark, paid for a cabin long enough to shower and were about to leave when Bo had a different idea. The three of them had already discussed the lesbian scene in the van, so Becky knew that they had viewed it and thought it was fine.
Bo said, "Listen you guys, I know we need to get on the road soon to make the Porcupine Farm by midnight, but let's slow down a minute, okay? Red Dog, I don't know about you, but I'm so damned horny from watching Becky and Wendy that something has to be done. You and Mike watched them a lot longer than I did-you must be even hornier than me."
Red Dog turned to Becky and gave her a playful pat on her posterior. "I got plenty steamed up by watching you and your little black girl friend, love," he told her. "I was thinking the same as Bo just said, but I figured you were pretty bushed after your scene with her and wouldn't feel like getting it on."
"And seeing you hop around naked in the shower just now didn't do my head any good, either," added Bo, running his hand through her hair and messing it up.
"Don't you mean your cock instead of your head, Bo?" she asked, joking along with them.
Then she got serious. "You're real sweet to think I might be tired, Red Dog," she said. "And you're right, I am."
The boys turned to leave.
"But," she continued, running between them and throwing an arm around each of them, "you dudes are so outasight that I just might be able to do something for you."
They both turned to her eagerly.
"Would you be real disappointed if I just gave you both a nice blow job?" she asked. "That wouldn't wear me out too much. I mean, unless you need a real fucking, wouldn't that-"
"Fantastic!" exclaimed Bo. "That would be plenty for me. How about you, Red Dog?"
"Baby," he said to Becky, "say no more. Just let me and Bo get our pants down."
"You might close the door, too," she reminded them. "Not that the motel manager would mind sneaking a peek at us, I'm sure. But he'd probably call the cops and have us busted for being perverts after he got through beating his meat and shooting off while he watched."
They closed the door and she suggested, "Why don't you both lay down together on the bed so I can get between you and do you both at the same time?"
They gladly lay down together and put their arms under their heads as they watched their pretty blonde companion prepare to relieve them. They hoped she would take off her clothes but she said if she was going to go through that whole number, she might as well ball them.
She looked down at the two of them laying side by side with smiles of anticipation on their faces.
"You know, it's too bad you two aren't gay-or at least bi," she observed. "Then you could ball each other!"
They both laughed. "Yeah, that would be convenient," agreed Bo, "but neither one of us has his head in that place."
"Right," said Red Dog. "And besides, love, even if I was gay I'd switch over to being straight for you."
She smiled at the compliment and said, "Okay, close your eyes."
They didn't know why that was necessary but were happy to do anything she asked. She hopped in between them and went straight to their zippers. She was very businesslike about it, but that somehow was very exciting to them both. She made them keep their eyes shut and took a firm grip on each penis. She began masturbating them at once, with no subtle teasing or nonsense.
"How come you want us to close our eyes, love," asked Red Dog. His penis was already quite hard under her attentions, as was Bo's, but he was curious about her reason.
"Oh, just thought I'd give you a little treat," she said, her two hands flying up and down the shafts of their straining members. "Since I'm too bushed to give you a real fucking I didn't want you to have to look at me jacking you off without being able to touch me. So why don't you think of some other chick that you'd like to ball, and pretend that she's the one jacking you off?"
"Hey, right on," said Bo. "I've got one in mind right now."
She gave his penis a little extra attention.
"Groovy idea," agreed Red Dog. "What made you think of it?" Her hand was sliding up and down his organ just the way he liked it as he spoke to her and his eyes were still closed.
"Well," she replied, "that's what you do if you're by yourself thinking about chicks and getting horny, isn't it? You imagine seeing her naked and everything and beat your meat thinking about her 'til you shoot off, don't you?"
"Hey, you know guys pretty well," said Bo, as she worked away on his member. "How come you know guys do that?"
"Well, if you must know," she admitted, "it's because I do that myself sometimes if I'm horny and a guy's not around. You know... I think of him being naked in bed with me and think of him getting in my panties and fucking me-and while I'm thinking about it, I worked on myself with my fingers 'til I come."
"Damn, it gets me hot just to think of you doing that," exclaimed Red Dog. "I don't need to think of some other chick. I'm just going to think of you laying alone in bed somewhere while you think of some guy balling you and frig yourself!"
She giggled. "Okay. Then maybe sometime when I'm doing that I'll let the guy I'm thinking of be you," she said.
Both boys were sweating quite a bit and Bo had even begun to move his pelvis around on the bed some.
"I bet I know who you're thinking of," she told him.
"Who, then?" he asked, his voice quavery from the excitement.
"Wendy," guessed Becky.
"You're half right," said Bo, his breath coming faster. "I was thinking of Wendy and you, and how groovy it was to watch you laying in the back of the van licking each other's naked pussy."
Bo ejaculated first. When Becky felt it coming, she doubled the speed and gave him a rousing finish. It was so well done that she didn't even get any sperm on her hand. Then she turned all her attention to Red Dog. She used her free hand to tickle his testicles a little, while she applied her hand on the shaft, and he spurted out his seed in short order. He grunted for a minute and then opened his eyes.
Bo was already up and prepared to leave. After a short trip to the bathroom, Red Dog was ready too. They both gave her a big kiss before they opened the door to leave. They told her she was really "outa-sight" and that they felt a hundred percent less frustrated after having her work them over.
As they sped down the highway into the night, Becky asked, "What kind of place is this Porcupine Farm, anyway? Anything like Ringo's camp?"
"If you think Ringo's camp was something, just wait'll you see the Porcupine Farm!" exclaimed Bo. "It's wilder still!"
Becky sat between them, deep in thought. She didn't see how the place could be much wilder than Ringo's camp. But that was before she arrived there.
Chapter Ten
Ted Spencer showed a picture of his daughter to the motel manager who took his time before handing the picture back. "Yeah, that's her all right. Came through about dusk yesterday with two other hippies. They rented a cabin to take a shower and clean up- they said. But they was in there a lot longer than that, if you know what I mean," he said, a leer on his wizened face.
Ted cringed inside when the man referred to his Becky as a hippie, but when he mentioned how long the three of them were in the cabin together, he felt his blood boil. He'd been avoiding the thought long enough that his daughter had completely turned hippie. Yet there was nothing he could do-except find her and take her back to Greenfield. He hadn't told the motel manager why he was seeking the trio.
"You with the law?" the man asked him as he left.
"Yeah," Ted lied. "Yeah, I'm with the law. Thanks for your help."
Ted headed west again. But this time he felt sure he was getting close to tracking them down. The most important thing the motel manager had told him was that he had overheard them talking about stopping at a place called the "Porcupine Farm!" Ted thought it sounded like a hippie place of some kind. Now all he had to do was locate it.
He thought about Becky, and about her traveling with the two boys. There was little chance that she still had her virginity, he thought as he pictured her attractive blonde hair and her willowy, firm teenage figure. He thought of all the times he had chanced to catch sight of her as she stepped out of the bathtub with nothing on but a towel, or the few times he'd seen her get out of bed in the morning wearing just her skimpy little baby doll nightgown. He strongly suspected that she just kept it near the bed for her mother's benefit-that she didn't sleep in it at all. Hazel had often mentioned how dainty their daughter was. Said she could wear a nightgown for weeks before it appeared to be soiled.
He thought of her naked body, which he had really never seen since she was six or seven, and how it must look now. He cursed under his breath and patted the butt of his gun. If those kids had gotten his daughter naked and seduced her, he'd make them wish they'd never lived. But a more disturbing thought struck him. What if-no, surely she wouldn't have-but what if she had been a willing participant? What if she had knowingly stripped and let the two hippies feast their eyes on her naked body... what if she had let them-he had to put it from his mind. He pushed the accelerator lower and drove all night. Next morning in a roadside diner he got the break he needed.
"Porcupine Farm?" repeated a waitress. "Oh, yes, I've heard of it, all right. One of them hippie places. Lord only knows what goes on there. The county sheriff says he can't arrest them unless they're doing something illegal, and he hasn't caught them at it yet. He keeps a close watch on the place though. There'll come a day. Seems to me they ought to be able to just go in there and drag them all out by the hair. If you ask me, they ought to-"
"Thanks," he told her, reaching for his check. You've been very helpful." He left her a big tip. When he gassed up at the station, the attendant told him the exact location of the place. He checked his map and figured it would take about all afternoon to get there. The last several miles were over dirt roads. With any luck he might make it just before dark, he believed. Now-if only Becky was still there.
Miles down the road, only a short distance from their destination, the trio bumped along the country lane in their van. They had thrown a universal joint and had to wait hours to have it fixed, throwing off their original schedule. If Becky had had the least idea how close her father was behind them, she would have wanted to head straight on to the coast. But she was as ignorant of his presence behind them as he was of how he had closed the distance.
The van pulled into the Porcupine Farm in midafternoon. A stone house sat on the side of a hill with a few other small houses scattered nearby. A creek ran below the hill and a few cows were resting beside it chewing their cud.
Red Dog, the only one who had been there before, introduced Becky and Bo to a few people. There was no one in sight with any clothes on except one girl with a long, pretty dress. They met Cateye, a man about twenty-five who seemed to be in charge as much as anyone else, a younger man named Jon, and a little blonde girl about twelve named Kibby. Later, inside the stone house, they met two girls Jon and Cateye presented as "their women." One, called Moondance, was the girl they had seen earlier wearing the long dress. The other, a brunette, was named Lucy.
"Look, Moondance," commented little Kibby, "Becky's hair is the same color as yours and mine."
Except for a certain purity of color in which the young girl excelled, the three girls did have similar hair-all long and blonde. They were immediately invited to have a pipeful of grass. Cateye suggested they go down in the grass near the creek to smoke it. Once they were all sitting in a circle, taking long drags off the pipe, Becky quietly asked Red Dog if they were expected to remove their clothes, since everyone except Moondance was naked.
Moondance overheard her and explained, "No, man, you don't have to strip, unless you want to. Like, whatever you feel like. The only reason I'm wearing this dress is just because I finished making it yesterday and wanted to try it out for a while. Yesterday it was me that was naked and Lucy was wearing clothes. The day we got married, there wasn't any of us wearing anything."
Becky was surprised to hear they were actually married. When she asked who was married to whom, they all four laughed. Then Cateye spoke up.
"Well, to start with, the way we got married was to make up our own ceremony and go down there in that field and sing together. Then we put flowers in each other's hair to add something a little formal. So if you can call that getting married, then we are. As far as who's married to who," he grinned, "we're all married to each other. Like, I have two wives and Jon has the same two wives and Lucy has two husbands and Moon-dance has the same two husbands, you dig?"
Since none of the girls appeared older than their early twenties, Becky wondered where young Kibby fit in.
She spoke for herself. "I belong to all of them," she said. "My real mom wanted to go traveling around the world for a few years and didn't have enough bread to take me along so I get to stay here. I have two moms and two dads, see? And they all have one little girl."
"We used to have one little girl," said Jon, "'til you started growing those titties and all that pussy hair."
She giggled and said, "Well, one medium-sized girl, then."
"You left something, Kibby," said Moondance. "Same on you. You have something besides four parents -you have two dude lovers and two chick lovers, too."
She looked at Moondance innocently and said, "But they know that, don't they?"
"No, sugar, our new friends don't know that," explained Lucy. "Everybody doesn't work things like we do here at Porcupine Farm."
Bo, Red Dog, and Becky looked at each other. The kid must be another Strawberry, they thought.
The pipe was still going around. Suddenly Moondance said, "Bo, would you dig to lay over here in the grass with me? I'd love to have you make love to me."
He was as surprised as he was delighted, but he thought Cateye and Jon might riot go for it. They assured him it was fine with them. Bo looked hungrily at the pretty blonde girl. She was the only one of the Porcupine Farm group that had clothes on and he was dying to see what her body looked like underneath.
"But wait," cried Kibby. "Today's the day for our Fuckfest! On Fuckfest day there's no pairing off!"
Cateye looked at Jon and said, "By god, she's right. Today is Fuckfest. Damned near slipped my mind, too."
The wide eyes of their guests indicated an explanation was in order, so Lucy said, "We have Fuckfest every other day. We're usually so bombed out of our minds on grass that it's hard to remember when it's time for it, so we have it every other day. That way it's easy to remember. If we didn't have it yesterday, then it's today. And we did have it yesterday, the Fuckfest isn't until tomorrow."
"Beautiful," applauded Cateye. "Couldn't have explained it better myself. Now tell what we do on Fuckfest."
The guests were all ears.
As Lucy began telling what was done, Becky started peeling off her clothes. "I don't know what it is yet, but with a name like that it has to be something you do naked," she said.
"Wow, right on," yelled Jon.
Cateye said, "Man, you have nice jugs, Becky. I'm glad you came by on Fuckfest day."
Lucy said, "All it is, is nobody gets to pair off by themselves-that is, everybody has to stay within sight of each other. And one other thing."
"The other thing is what makes it fun," said Moon-dance. "Each day someone is 'it.' And whoever's 'it' has to do whatever the others want him or her to do. We just take turns around the circle telling the person what to do, see."
"So who's 'it' today?" asked Red Dog.
"Well, I was last time," said Jon, "so Moondance, that means it's your turn today."
She rose and went to the center of the circle. "May I have just one request before we start playing?" she asked. They nodded. "Bo, would you and Red Dog please take off your clothes so Lucy and Kibby and I will have some new cocks to look at? Jon and Cateye are getting to see some awfully nice new tits and pussy from Becky, so we chicks should get to see some new things too."
They readily agreed and undressed on the spot. Now the only person in the group who was wearing clothes was Moondance-the one who was "it."
"You're the guests," pointed out Jon, "so you can be first. Let's start with Bo, and then Red Eye and Becky and on around the circle."
"Great!" exclaimed Bo. "Since you're the only one with clothes on, Moondance, what I want is for you to strip."
She grinned and said, "It'll be a pleasure. I was wanting to get naked with you in the grass before Kibby remembered it was Fuckfest day, anyway. I'd love to show you what's under my dress."
She stood up straight and tall in the center of the seated participants and thrust out a hip. She reached behind her and undid a few stays, then let the bodice of the dress down. Two rosy-tipped breasts were bared. They jounced solidly on her chest as she bent gracefully forward and stepped out of the rest of it. As her curvaceous legs and her pouting, curl-covered mons came into view, Cateye noticed that Bo and Red Dog weren't the only guests to catch their breath. He asked Becky if she liked other girls and she admitted she did.
"Remember that for the future," Cateye reminded the new participants. "It's usually more fun to start out with quick things that don't keep the 'it' person busy for too long, too."
"Okay, it's my turn," said Red Dog. "Now that Bo's got her clothes off, I want her to come give Becky a little finger-fucking."
Becky said, "That's sweet of you, love. You could have had her do the same for you."
Moondance approached Becky and knelt in front of her. "This is going to be fun," she said. "Ever since you took off your clothes I've been noticing what a cute cunt you've got." She smiled lasciviously at the new blonde guest and parted the hairs between her legs, then gently placed her fingertips in the tight, warm furrow of her vulva.
Becky opened her legs wider to accommodate as much of Moondance's attention as she wanted to give. "This is a yummy custom, this Fuckfest thing of yours," Becky exclaimed.
But it was already Jon's turn. "Okay, honey," he said to Moondance, "I want you to come suck my cock."
Becky saw that the girl was about to leave her to perform Jon's request and she said, "Wow, I was really getting turned on. Now I'm going to be frustrated as hell."
"No, you won't," said Lucy. "I must be stoned. Didn't I tell you the rest of the way to play? I'm sorry. As Moondance moves on to each new person, the person sitting directly across the circle from the one she just left is supposed to cross the circle and continue whatever she started doing."
"Oh, groovy!" cried Becky. "Then that means-"
Cateye spoke up from across the circle. "That means that I come over and keep up the finger-fucking that Moondance began before she had to go to the next player," he said, a big smile on his face. He crossed and sat down in front of Becky, then touched her naked genitals with his fingers, providing the same attentions Moondance had.
It was Lucy's turn, but everyone's eyes were on Cat-eye and Becky as he sat masturbating her and she faced him squirming and grinning.
Lucy said, "Okay, Moondance, go get on your knees and lick Kibby's little cunt for her. She looks like she needs something pretty bad, the way she's digging on Cateye and Becky's scene."
"Oh boy!" shouted Kibby. "I was afraid I was going to be the last one to get any goodies!"
She threw her adolescent thighs apart and presented her down-covered organs for Moondance's tongue. The shapely blonde bent her face forward and rubbed her nose in it a few times before applying her tongue to the tender flesh.
"Uh oh," warned Lucy, "all I said was to lick it, no fair sniffing it. I know Kibby's little pussy is young and sweet-smelling, but you don't get to sniff it unless that's part of the request."
"Spoilsport!" said Moondance from between Kibby's thighs. Her words could barely be understood.
It was Jon's turn to complain. "Hey, wait a minute," he said. "We've fucked up again. When Moondance went from sucking my cock to performing Lucy's request- sucking Kibby like she's doing right now-nobody came across the circle to take up where she left off."
Becky realized that she was the one who was directly across the circle from Jon-but she was quite occupied by being masturbated by Cateye. What to do? "That's cool," explained Cateye. "You just go ahead and do it. I come with you and keep up the finger work on your pussy just like I'm doing now."
"Groovy!" she exclaimed, moving across the circle and burying her face on Jon's penis. Cateye dutifully accompanied her. The result was a threesome of sorts. Becky was laying on the ground, fellating Jon, and Cat-eye was sitting beside her, providing her vulva with the same digital stimulation as before.
"Can you believe all this?" Red Dog asked Bo. "How the hell do they keep track?"
"Beats the hell out of me," replied Bo, "but they're doing fine so far."
Just then it was Kibby's turn. "Wow, I hate to have you do anything but what you're doing right now," she said, because Moondance was still working away at the youngster's organs.
"No," advised Lucy, who was apparently the parliamentarian of the Fuckfest. "That's not fair. You can't request her to do the same thing she's already doing."
"Okay," Kibby agreed. "It's cool. Somebody'll come take her place between my legs anyway. Moondance, I want you to go give Cateye a nice sucking. He's been giving Becky a hand job for a long time now and nobody's been doing anything for him."
"That's my girl," exclaimed Cateye in appreciation.
Moondance went and lay down in front of Cateye and started applying her tongue to his organ at once. That made a foursome out of the previous threesome of Jon, Becky, and Cateye.
Lucy said, "Bo, you're the one across the circle from Kibby. So you go take up where Moondance left off, okay?"
Bo looked up and realized she was right. Damn, he thought, I never messed with a chick that young before. I feel kind of stupid sucking off a twelve-year-old, but I guess I better. Besides, she seems really hip for a kid her age-even if her titties are only as big as plums. He crossed the circle and, with some hesitation, lowered his face toward the youngster's pubes.
Red Dog looked up and observed all the action going on around him. He was confused. "Now what do we do?" he asked Lucy. "Everyone's had a turn. Do we start all over or what? I mean, everybody's into a scene with someone except me."
"Correction," said Lucy, pushing her long black hair from her face. "Everybody's into a scene except you and me. Guess what the rules call for when there are only two people left?"
Red Dog's face brightened. "Oh. I dig. It's you and me together. Groovy! I don't know if you've noticed it or not, but I've been sitting here digging on you all afternoon. Your tits and your nice long legs really turn me on. So what is it we do if there's no one left to be 'it'?"
She smiled at him seductively. "I thought you were kind of looking me over," she said. "When it gets down to just two people, the chick gets to call the shots. Fair enough?"
"Sure," he replied.
She crawled toward him across the circle. "I don't know if you've noticed it or not, but I've been digging on that red fur piece you wear around your cock. And I'd just love to slip my lips around the head of it while I investigate whether your fur piece is for real. Honestly, you have the reddest pubic hair I've ever laid eyes on."
He was jubilant. "Lucy, it's ready and waiting for you, honey. But only if you'll let me stick my tongue up your snatch while you do it. I want to see if it tastes as good as it looks."
With a smile of hungry anticipation, she crawled to where he sat and took his eager organ in her hand. She skinned down the foreskin very slowly and only when it was down as far as it would go did she draw it back, up toward the glans. It excited him to see the way she examined his penis so closely. It was almost as though she were a scientist inspecting an organism in a laboratory. When she moved her hand on it, the motion caused her firm breasts to rise and fall on her chest, because she was laying down on her stomach.
"You have the wildest-looking cock," she said at last, "you really do. All this red hair around it sets it off, for one thing." She twined her fingers through the growth as she spoke. "And it's one of those real thick kind. It almost looks like it's got muscles in it. But my favorite part is that juicy, fat head."
She looked up at him under lowered eyelids through the disarray of her long black hair. Her lips didn't have lipstick on them, but they were naturally red and were particularly lush. A sheen of moisture on them made Red Dog ache at the thought of having them close over the hefty knob of his glans.
She drew her face closer to it and repeated, "This part... this part right here is what I love." Her words were partly muffled by the sound of her warm mouth closing over it. She held the shaft in her hand and turned it in slow circles as she sucked it, first just with the lips themselves and then with her tongue as well. He saw her eyes close and felt her move her free hand to his testicles. But she didn't stop there. She traced her fingertips along his perineum and touched the tender opening of his anus.
"Oh, shit, Lucy," he moaned, "you're gonna bring me off fast if you keep this up."
He took her breasts in both hands and sat milking them in slow, rhythmic motions that made her roll sideways so he could get to her cunt. The succulence of her mammaries was so appealing that he hardly knew what was happening when she inserted her finger all the way inside his rectum and pressed forward firmly against his prostate. At the same time, she stepped up the speed of her hand movements on the shaft of his penis and caused him to reach a quick, intense climax that left him shuddering with pleasure.
"Jesus, that was good," he said, doubly satisfied as he saw her swallow the semen. "But how come you didn't wait and give me a chance to bring you off too?"
"I like to save it and make the rounds before I let myself come," she said, pointing to the others. "Let's go get in on their scenes with them, okay?"
Red Dog looked across the grass and saw that the foursome composed of Cateye, Jon, Moondance, and Becky was going full tilt. They didn't look as though they required any help. But Lucy pointed to where Bo was on his knees before young Kibby. He had apparently gotten over any misgivings he had earlier about licking the genitals of a girl so young. His head was buried between her slim thighs and she was leaning backwards on her elbows and twisting her bottom on the grass like a pro.
"Come on," urged Lucy. "Look at those little titties of hers going to waste. There's a place we can get in on the action."
Red Dog wouldn't have been attracted to the girl's pint-sized breasts if Lucy hadn't suggested it. But now that she had, he was all for it. They got on both sides of her and Lucy bent over her and pressed her full-lipped mouth over one of Kibby's breasts. She indicated for Red Dog to do the same with the other one and he did. The little girl was sweating up a storm and was breathing harder and harder all the time. In her excitement, she threw an arm around the necks of Lucy and Red Dog and began kissing them both on the cheek in appreciation for their attention to her breasts. Her head moved back and forth between them as Bo licked the moist surface of her pubescent organs.
Then it happened. And so fast that they didn't know what hit them. A voice yelled at them and told them they were in trouble. All eighteen people stopped in various stages of lovemaking to see what was going on. Cateye said the boy yelling was a neighbor and they'd better listen. The boy said there was a man with a gun looking for his runaway daughter. Her name was Becky, and he aimed to shoot the two boys she had run away with.
Becky froze. Fear filled her eyes. She looked from Bo to Red Dog and back again, shrugging her shoulders. She couldn't imagine how it was possible that her father could have found her, but now that he was closing in, she didn't want to get her two friends in trouble. She had to think fast. "He'll kill you," she wailed to the two boys. "I hate to leave you but it's... it's the only way. I better get to him before he finds you dudes here with me."
There was a quick, tearful farewell. Then she jumped into her clothes and ran toward the road. Sure enough, there was her father's car parked right behind the van. She could hardly believe it was really there. It looked so out of place. Then she saw her father standing several yards down the dirt road with the gun in his hand. She hailed him and when he saw her, he ran to meet her and threw his arms around her. She thought he'd be terribly angry with her, but he seemed so glad to have found her and that all he was concerned about was getting her in his car and then "taking care of them hippies that lured you away."
She tried to convince him she was there alone but then found out he knew about the van. She had a brainstorm and told him the boys had been there but were now at a rock festival in a friend's car. Then she added the lie that saved the boys' necks. "Daddy," she said, her voice contrite, "I know I shouldn't have run away with them, but I'm okay. Really I am. And I was getting homesick. I... I was going to run away from them tonight and... and hitch home to you and mom!"
That did it. He agreed to give up hunting the boys if she'd come home right then. They took off in a cloud of dust. For the first half hour or so, Becky had to hold back tears to keep him from knowing how bad she wanted to stay. But she knew he would have flipped out and killed them, so she resigned herself to the fact that her dream of going to the West Coast had ended.
That night after he called Hazel and reported what had happened, they drove 'til almost midnight and finally stopped at a motel outside of Denver. He bristled when the room clerk smile indulgently as he wrote "T. Spencer and daughter."
Inside their cabin, Becky said, "Well, you do look real young for thirty-six. And I'm not exactly a little girl anymore, you know. It's not unreasonable that someone might think that I... well, that I was your girl friend instead of your daughter."
He knew she was right. And he was especially pleased to hear her say that she thought he looked young for his age. But he suddenly felt very strange being in this cabin alone with his attractive daughter. He explained that he had asked for double bedrooms but all they could offer was a single cabin with a roll-away bed. She was puzzled at his nervousness.
"It's okay, Daddy," she told him. "Gosh, I am your daughter, you know."
He knew all too well. As they were getting ready for bed, he exerted almost superhuman effort to keep from seeing her in anything less than all her clothes. When the lights were finally out and they lay in the same dark room together, they talked a little. He told her things would be different back home, that he and her mother wouldn't be so strict with her. He told her he thought he understood her much better now. He never mentioned a word about any of his adventures along the way.
He lay in the loneliness of his bed and tried to drive certain thoughts from his mind. It was impossible. He thought about the young, fair-skinned body of his daughter lying only a few feet away from him. All the thoughts he'd been having about her during the trip seemed to come to a head. He had to have relief from the ideas that had been hounding him.
He started a conversation again, trying to sound nonchalant. "Take that argument we used to have with you about not wearing a bra, for example," he said, his mouth dry and his manhood stiff between his legs. "There won't be any trouble about that anymore. I realize now that lots of girls your age go without bras. So you can too from now on."
She was delighted with his new regard for her freedom and told him so. She turned over in her bed and he heard the springs squeak. He had to pursue the point.
"I mean, you don't wear one to bed, I suppose. So why should you constrict yourself under your clothes in the daytime?" he posed, with a little laugh.
She enthusiastically agreed with him. Could this really be her father talking, she wondered? He was acting kind of funny.
"I guess you aren't wearing one now, are you?" he persisted.
"No, Daddy. I never even used to wear one at night in bed at home. As a matter of fact, if you won't tell Mom, I'll tell you a little secret. Remember how she was always talking about how dainty I was because it took my nightgowns a month to get dirty?" She giggled. It was fun to take her father into her confidence. "Well, the real reason is because I just never wore them at all. I just let Mom think I did."
He had suspected that very trick. "You mean you just-" he began.
"I just slept naked all the time," she giggled. "What's the diff? Nobody was there to see me."
Ted's blood was racing in his veins. "Are you... are that way now?" he asked, as casually as possible.
"Sure," she innocently said. "It's more comfy. Besides, when a girl gets as big as I am, certain things are real uncomfortable if they're all bound up tight."
Dare he go farther? "What... things, honey," he managed, his voice nervous. "What do you mean?"
"Oh, a girl's breasts. You know," she replied.
His penis shuddered. "Well, you do have pretty big ones for your age, you know, Becky," he said. "If... if they were smaller, you probably wouldn't be bothered so much that way."
He sure is talking funny, she thought, and it's kind of getting me turned on, too. Damn, I've been balling people two and three times a day almost ever since I left. It's hard to get used to having nobody to give me what I've been getting used to.
"Thanks, Daddy," she said, letting her voice become a little teasing. "I never knew you noticed my breasts."
His glans was pulsing with every beat of his heart. "Sure, honey," he said. "Just because you're my daughter doesn't mean I don't notice what an attractive young woman you're becoming."
Then she heard it. There was no mistaking the sound. Her father was masturbating himself in bed! She felt a warm wetness stir in her loins. If he was masturbating and saying all this stuff to her, it must mean... that he was sexually attracted to her! She remembered the people she'd met on the trip and how some of them had sex with their children. If Daddy could dig it, I sure could, she thought. After all, he is a pretty good-looking guy.
Becky turned over on her side and slowly began to stimulate herself. She thought of her father a few feet away in his bed and how it would be to see him playing with himself. The thought of her father running his hand up and down his penis was very erotic to her. She squeezed her thighs tightly around her fingers and applied the tips of them to her delicate, gradually moistening sex flesh. She purposefully allowed her bed-springs to creak, erratically at first and then with pronounced rhythm.
Finally Ted heard the noise. Jesus, he thought could it be that the girl was doing what it sounded like? He cleared his throat. "What's the matter, honey," he pleasantly inquired, "can't you get to sleep?"
"No, Daddy," she answered, her voice sleepy and sexy, "I just can't get to sleep at all. I'm all tense. You ever get that way?... I didn't know you could hear me... moving around."
"That's okay, honey," he replied. His organ was bursting. "I'm kind of restless tonight myself."
"I thought you were," she said in a small voice. "I heard your bed moving around some."
It was absolutely the last straw. He stepped out of bed and flopped onto the rollaway bed with Becky. He grabbed her hand and discovered she was masturbating. He threw his left arm around her neck and buried his face in her hair.
"I thought that's what you were doing, honey," he rasped. "Don't stop, I didn't come over here to stop you. I love you for playing with yourself. That's what I was doing too. I'm doing it right now, Becky, do you hear, right now. Here, put your hand on it and feel. See... see what I'm doing? I've got to have you, Becky, I've got to fuck you. I've been needing your sweet little cunt for a long time!"
"Oh take it, Daddy," she responded, grasping the penis he offered her. "Take my cunt and my tits and fuck me good, Daddy. I need it too. Oh please, give me relief and make me come!" she cried.
Ted slipped under the covers and grasped his daughter's naked, moist mound. He pressed his chest to her nubile breasts and rubbed himself against her slowly and tenderly. He felt her spread her legs and he reacted by pushing the heated head of his penis past her blonde curls and into the steamy vestibule of her excited organ.
"Oh... ooooh," she moaned. "Don't hold back, Daddy. You've got my cunt so hot I'm about to come any minute!"
He sunk his member inside his daughter's vagina to the hilt. He sunk it slow and he sunk it deep, and then he sunk it fast and she cried for more and he sunk it deeper and faster, and faster and faster until they both screamed with pleasure and experienced a shattering orgasm. They lay, father and daughter, in each other's arms for a long time, just holding each other close and feeling each other's heart beat.
It was clear to both of them that this was no mad, unique act. This was something that was going to happen again. Because they wanted it to happen again. She asked the obvious question. "Daddy... what about Mom?"
His voice was strained and tight when he answered. It was mad, he knew, to suggest such a thing as this to his daughter, but he felt compelled to do it. "It all depends on her, Becky. I have the definite feeling that you're capable of it. Have you ever heard of women making love to other women? If Hazel will just see it our way, she doesn't have to lose a husband. She can gain a daughter. Do you see what I'm telling you, Becky? And honey, your mother is a very attractive woman. A very attractive woman."
Becky sighed. Things were really going to be different around the Spencer household from now on. "I know she is, daddy. And you know what-I'd really like to see Mom again real soon. How fast can we get back to Greenfield, Daddy?"
