Chapter 7
Twenty-one-year-old Vic Devins steered his beat up Volkswagen van away from the ramshackle mountain cabin he shared with his girlfriend, Debby. The cabin was near the top of Lookout Mountain, about twenty minutes west of Denver. Vic liked it because it was close to the city, so that he and Debby could make the most of the entertainment and shopping a large city has to offer, and yet it was far enough up in the hills as to seem light years away from the pollution and crowds.
Most people were stuck in the city, as Vic would often point out, whereas he had finally gotten it together enough to get that mountain cabin most people only dream of. The cabin wasn't much, to be sure-only three small rooms and when it rained the roof leaked-but it sure as hell beat city dwelling. And it hadn't taken that much to get out, really. Just getting the finances together to do it, and that had been easy enough with both he and Deb working and saving.
Now he was going to school, majoring in English, and working part-time, and Debby was working off and on for one of those rent-a-girl outfits that supplied temporary office help to businesses that needed an occasional extra secretary when one of the regular staff would fall sick or go on vacation.
It was a nice setup, and Vic and his old lady couldn't have been happier. They got along great. They'd met in a class a few semesters ago and had hit it off from the start. They were both bright, intelligent kids from good middle-class backgrounds, and they were both English majors. There were many interests they shared, including books and music. Their tastes were just different enough to add spice to their living together, but alike enough to form a strong common bond.
Vic smiled to himself as the van bumped and jarred along the deeply rutted dirt road. Yes, there were many things he and Debby shared. Debby was a free-thinking, liberated young woman with a healthy sexual appetite-an appetite that more often than not matched Vic's, orgasm for orgasm, no matter how often they balled. And for the time they'd been together, more often than not, they'd balled just about every damn night of the week, and sometimes all night!
Yes, Vic had to admit to himself, he couldn't have found a better bed partner than the girl who now rode at his side. And really, when you thought about it, that was saying a lot. For, if nothing else could be said for Vic Devins, he himself had to admit that he was one horny son of a bitch! He wasn't quite sure just why; it was just the way he was put together. He just loved to fuck, and he loved to fuck a lot. More than most guys, apparently, for more than a few of his former steady chicks had dropped by the wayside. They just hadn't been able to keep up! He'd screw them and then he'd want to screw some more and they'd claim they were too washed out. They'd tell him how great he was, how they loved his staying power but, jesus christ they'd complain, enough is enough already!
So Vic would start looking for a little on the side, and pretty soon the first steady chick would get wind of this and they'd fight and split up, and then it would happen all over again. This cycle had repeated itself over and over again, leaving Vic free to fuck all the broads he wanted, but with no one to "go home to."
Until he met Debby, that is.
Yes, this little girl was just like him. Their libidoes matched as perfectly as his generally hard cock matched her generally moist pussy, which was a very good match indeed. She was always ready for him; in fact, the percentage of fuck sessions that she initiated was also practically equal to those times when he "put the moves" on her. And the really beautiful thing that knocked them both out was the fact that, instead of just wasting them both away, all of this sexual activity seemed in fact to actually heighten their productivity in other areas, such as their schoolwork, or hobbies.
Yes, thought Vic with a smile, Debby was his kind of a woman. He loved her; he loved her dearly. Someday, perhaps, he'd ask her to be his wife, though by unspoken mutual consent the subject had never come up, and probably wouldn't for a long time. Certainly not until their education was completed, at least. And in the meantime ... well, life was just a bowl of cherries, as the lyrics to that old song went. Vic had a good old lady and he never cheated on her-except of course for those once or twice-a-week sessions with his mom and Christie, and he really didn't think that those counted. That was, he often thought wryly, all in the family, and no mate could squabble about family matters!
Or could they?
Well, Vic would know before the night was out. That much was for sure if nothing else was. Yes sir, that night Vic Devins was going to discover just how liberated his girlfriend really was-but he didn't think he'd be disappointed. In fact, he figured he'd be damned surprised if Debby didn't go completely fuck crazy over the whole idea!
He'd suggested the idea-bringing Deb and Christie's husband into their family threesome-some time ago when he'd sensed just the faint, glimmering beginnings of boredom slipping into his sex life with Debby. Shit, no matter how good you were-and he and Debby were both very good in the sack-how could you help but not get a little bored when you humped as much as they did? He still loved Debby with all his heart. If anything, his love for her continued to grow a bit more every day that they lived and shared together. But that didn't have anything to do with physical desires below the belt. And while he didn't in a million years want to screw anybody else, he had decided that a little variety might be nice....
And it wasn't as if the idea had come totally out of left field, either.
Like many steady lovers with strong sex drives and intelligent, fertile minds, Vic and Debby fully incorporated their individual and mutual sex fantasies into their lovemaking, forming imaginary group sex scenes and wild kinky scenes and, in general, giving their submerged "perversions" full rein whenever they damn well felt like it.
If one or both of them saw or met someone during the course of the day who physically turned them on, that evening when they made love they'd imagine the person being there with them, making up wild orgiastic scenes to each other while they fucked towards their climax. A few times-not often, but now and then-Debby had asked that they imagine she was being fucked by Christie's good-looking old man, Matt. And one other time, when Debby and Vic had both been really stoned, Vic had brought Deb to her climax by eating her out, and Debby had cum imagining that it had been Christie who'd been tongue-fucking her!
It had all started to fit into place after that. It had taken a time for Vic to talk his mom and Christie into it, but now they were as hot to trot over the idea as he was and tonight promised to be one hell of an interesting evening, for sure!
He hadn't told Debby yet, or even hinted to her, what he had in mind. To her, this was just a run-of-the-mill get together at his mother's place. The kind of casual social function that happened two or three times a month, where everyone just sat around and chatted and had a few drinks before heading home.
Vic had been tempted to spill the beans to Debby in advance, but every time he'd almost been on the verge of letting her in on his plan, he'd have second thoughts and would decide to keep his lips sealed.
Sure, Debby was a liberated lady. Liberated, that is, in the privacy of their own bedroom. When they were there, anything went, with anyone.
As long as it was a fantasy....
No, just hearing about what Vic had in mind might conceivably been a bit much even for Debby. But Vic was convinced that, presented correctly, the chance to live out some of those sex fantasies would be a hard proposition for Debby to turn down.
He was sure she wouldn't turn it down, and his dick throbbed mildly in his jeans just thinking about it. Tonight promised to be the opening to all sorts of new sexual horizons for Vic Devins and his old lady.
All of these thoughts were rambling through his mind before they'd even gotten off the dirt road. Their cabin was about a mile-and-a-half off the two-lane blacktop that eventually led down the mountain and onto the Interstate, from which it was only about another fifteen minutes or so to where Rachel Devins now resided.
At last Vic pulled onto the blacktop and picked up speed, and for the first time, without having to put most of his attention on the precarious ruts and potholes that had pitted the backraod, he became aware of the subtle vibes of anxiety that Deb seemed to be sending out.
Debby Kenton was twenty years old, and a very foxy young woman. She'd been blessed with a beautifully sculpted face of high cheekbones and a sensuous, full-lipped mouth and clear blue eyes, and the blouse and tight jeans she wore attested to the fullness of her lush, slim-hipped, full-titted beauty. Her midnight-black hair was parted down the middle and worn long, its shimmering length touching to well below her shoulders. She was more than any dude could ask for in the looks department, and even sexier to Vic whenever she spoke in that throaty, husky voice of hers that drove him wild.
But right now she was a little tense. There was something on her mind. Vic had lived with her long enough to know the signs. She was sitting against the opposite window, hugging the door, with her legs crossed and her arms crossed before her-perfect defensive body language, if Vic was any judge-and the fingers of one hand were beating a faint tattoo upon one knee.
Vic slowed the van down a bit and looked across at her.
"Anything wrong, honey?" he asked.
She didn't answer at first. Then, softly, "N-no ... nothing."
He slowed down the van some more. "Come on, babe," he pressed. "If something's bothering you, just let me know. That's simple enough, right?"
She gave a little smile in spite of herself.
"Well, okay," she said. "It's just ... well, it's been a hard day, Vic. That place the agency sent me to today ... yuchh, what a bunch of creeps! They had me running holes in my shoes all day, xeroxing their silly forms .for them. And the copy machine was two flights up from where I was, and they didn't even have an elevator!"
Vic sensed the muscles in the pit of his stomach begin to tighten up.
"Are you saying you'd just as soon call off going over to mom's tonight?" he asked gently.
She nodded, glad that the subject had been brought out. "It would be nice...." she admitted.
Uh-oh, thought Vic. Can't let this happen! Not after all the work that's already gone into what lay ahead.
But he stayed calm.
"I know," he suggested. "Why don't we pull over somewhere along here for a joint before we hit the Interstate? Shit, babe, that lid we picked up last week is some great stuff. It's bound to mellow you out. And if it doesn't," he added, somewhat regretfully, "well, then we can pull around and head back. How does that sound?"
Debby grinned back at him ruefully. "Okay, Vic," she said. "I'm one girl whose arm never has to be twisted to get stoned."
With an inward sigh of relief, Vic kept his eye open and the next time he saw a break in the pines along the road, he pulled off through it. Another few yards and the van was safely obscured from view.
Reaching into a pocket, he came out with a slim joint of expensive Jamacian pot, and within a few more moments its sweetly scent was filling the interior of the van.
"This is good weed," Debby remarked at one point between tokes, but other than that they just smoked in silence, enjoying the stillness around them.
When at last the doobie was finished, Vic tossed the roach out the side window. He leaned back against the seat and sighed heavily. He was very, very stoned, and from the dreamy way Debby sat staring off through the windshield, he guessed that her condition was just as good. The sounds of the breeze rustling the trees and the night insects about them all seemed clearer to both their ears.
Nearly an hour seemed to pass, but Vic was together enough to realize that it was probably only five or ten minutes. At last he looked across at the girl beside him.
"Well?" he asked gently. "What do you say? Should we push on?"
Debby took a moment to answer, and when she returned his gaze there was a dreamy, and yet vaguely excited, look in her eyes.
"Vic...." she said slowly.
"Yes, baby?"
"Let's fuck."
He was taken somewhat by surprise.
"Fuck?" he repeated. "You mean ... here?"
She nodded. "Right here. Right on the floor of the van. I-I really need you, baby. Fuck your baby ... then we'll drive down to your mother's."
At first Vic felt like saying something. Something like, don't worry, lady. You'll get all the screwing you want when we do get to my mother's place. You'll get screwed by me and Matt, just for starters. And by my mom and Christie too, if you're willing-which you probably will be.
But Vic didn't say those things, because the fact of the matter was that he was horny too. He hadn't been, but how can you be sitting next to a good-looking chick like Debby and have her say "let's fuck" and not get more than a little turned on yourself?
Some men might have been able to, but Vic Devins sure as hell wasn't one of them!
He reached over and touched her hand.
"Okay, baby," he said. "If you're sure you want to right here."
She wrapped long, warm, slender fingers around his fingers and guided his hand to one of her breasts, sliding the palm across the nipple. The nipple was stiff and erect and at full attention. Then, with that same dreamy-yet-excited smile on her lips, she slid his hand down beneath her tit, across her belly, and to the junction between her legs. She left his hand at her crotch and closed her legs tight, trapping the hand tightly against the denim material.
"Tell me what you feel," she said softly.
He grinned from ear to ear.
"I feel one hot, wet little cunt," he answered truthfully. "Okay, baby. Let's climb in back and have us some fun!"
The back interior of Vic and Debby's van had served them a number of times as a sort of "home on the road" when they'd gone on occasional cross-country trips. There was a mattress with two pillows, covered by blankets, that they could use for sleeping to save motel expenses-though of course sleeping was at that moment the last thing on either of their minds as they climbed over the seats.
Laying down on the mattress, Vic's arms went immediately around her, pulling her sleek young body against his own. His cock was hard and throbbing, struggling like hell to break loose from the confines of his tight jeans, and it practically dug a hole in Debby's thigh as they entwined their bodies around each other and rolled back and forth.
"Ohhh, Vic," she crooned softly. "I'm so hot ... so goddamn fucking hot!"
Vic flicked out his tongue, let it caress and tease her ear, and then moved his mouth, nibbling and sucking, down along her neck and throat. With one hand he hugged her to him and with the other he began kneading her luscious boobs, playing with them hard at first, squeezing and rotating them against his palm, and then releasing them and just flicking them back and forth with his index finger through the material, feeling the twin peaks poking out from beneath the blouse.
"My cunt, Vic," Debby begged. "Play with my cunt!"
Vic left the titty and obeyed. His open-palmed hand ran down her side, along her rib cage and belly and down to the beautiful damp crotch.
"Like this, baby?" he asked.
Sliding the hand directly over her pussy, he used his middle and index fingers, keeping them together and stiff, and began stroking her hot box through the jeans.
Tremors of pleasure caused Debby's entire body to tremble at the contact. This was one of the things she loved. To be aroused while she was still wearing her clothes. To be almost brought to the point of orgasm!
"Finger me harder!" she cried.
Vic was more than happy to oblige. He loved the way his woman experienced sex.
He rotated his fingers harder, pushing the blue jeans and the panties tight up against her fuck hole in sensuous rotations that drove the foxy bitch wild. And all the time he worked his crotch up and down across her knee, feeling himself getting closer and closer to shooting his rocks off if he wasn't careful.
They were both gasping and moaning, writhing around on the mattress in sexual heat, and they still hadn't even gotten their clothes off!
While he dry-humped Debby, Vic also lowered his face to her bouncing jugs and, without bothering to remove her blouse, he began playing with her nipples with his mouth.
He used only his lips at first. He would reach down and get some of the wispy material between his lips, with the already erect titty tip also encased in the material. Then he would work his lips back and forth as if he were eating something-which, in a way, he was.
First he played with one titty this way, and then with the other. And if the nipples had seemed aroused and hard before, now they were like tiny little pebbles, and Debby was moaning out loud.
Next Vic brought his tongue into play, flicking it in wide, slow circles, and then in fast throttling lashes, across the incredibly aroused flesh. The material of the blouse around the titty area was by now soaked and the nipples pricked through in clear relief.
Vic was a master at building sexual fires in a chick. His fingers were still rubbing away at the hot crotch of her jeans, and now they speeded up even more, moving up just a bit until the material was rubbing in exciting circles right over her throbbing clit.
It was almost more than Debby could stand!
"Ahhhh ... ahhhh ... ogggghhhmmmm," she groaned. "Vic ... I love it ... ahhhhh ... uummmm."
But Vic wasn't done yet. A long way from it! For as he increased the pace of his fingering, he also brought his teeth into play across the nipples. He sucked them high into his mouth, blouse and all. Releasing them slowly, he waited until it seemed as if they would almost escape, and then he would ever so gently gnaw them back and forth, the front teeth gnashing and rotating them, while his tongue continued to flick back and forth.
He did this from tit to tit and back again, repeating the process over and over, and before long Debby had his head in her hands, running her fingers through his hair as her head whipped from side to side on the pillows, her breath coming in shallow heaves of lust now and her wet mouth spewing forth an almost drunken, never-ending litany of aroused, nearly unintelligible fuck talk.
"Ohh, screw ... suck ... fuck ... cunt ... suck ... cock ... eat ... bump ... uhmmmmm ... ohhhhhh ... oh, Vic ... go down on me ... g-g-go down on me, please ... with my jeans still on ... go down between my legs and ... and...."
He knew what she wanted, but sometimes he knew she liked to be teased. He lifted his face from her tits. He was still rubbing her throbbing clit.
"And what, bitch?" he asked.
"You know ... you know...."
"Tell me. I want to hear it. What do you want me to do, Debby. Tell me!"
"Ohh ... ohhhh ... eat me ... eat me ... EAT ME!!!!!"
He sped up his rotating fingers.
"Again," he commanded. "Ask me again. Beg me.
"Oh, Vic ... please ... please ... eat me ... eat my cunt ... ohhh, suck me dry!!"
"Sure, baby," he laughed good-naturedly. "Hang onto your gun ... here it comes!"
With that he lowered himself slowly down the length of her steaming, sweaty body, still not removing a stitch of her clothing.
This was the way they both liked it. They loved to take their time when they balled, sometimes with Debby setting the pace the way she was now, and other times with Vic taking the lead and Debby the willing follower. And the dynamite pot they had smoked made it all that much better. They both felt even the tiniest sensations being magnified to encompass their whole beings. Each caress, each flick of a tongue, seemed to engulf each, of them with new, unbelievable waves of pleasure.
Down slid Vic's head. Debby spread her legs wider for his face to slip between them. Her hands were still guiding his head. She was still moaning.
"Oh, that's it, Vic ... that's it, baby."
Her words and moans grew slightly muffled as he reached his target. His nostrils twitched to the musky, damp scent of her aroused cunt through the material of the blue jeans. The fabric was hot and moist as he buried his face into it.
Bringing his arms down along her sides, he reached beneath her and cupped the flexing muscles of her tight little ass. Pushing her soaked crotch up even tighter against his mouth, he opened his lips widely and pasted them around the material directly covering her cunt. He began sucking in and out, and the sensations this caused in her pulsating twat brought a scream to the girl's lips that seemed to rock the van.
"Ahhhhhhh-ahhhhhhhhh-aiiiieeeee ... Vic ... I'm ... I'm there ... I'm ... I'm cuuu-mmmiiinnnggg!!!!"
Vic continued squeezing her ass and sucking on her cunt. Debby went into wild twisting gyrations that would have made a stripper blush. The van actually rocked as the powerful orgasm took control of her.
As she bucked, her pussy juices flowed. They soaked through the crotch of the jeans in little goblets. Vic swished his tongue out, licking them up and enjoying their tangy taste.
Finally, the last little shudders subsided and Debby immediately pushed Vic's head back, but only to lift her ass and undo the snaps and zipper to her pants, and to slide them and the wet panties down her long, slim thighs, until they lay in a bunched up heap beside the mattress. Then she looked back at Vic with a glint in her eye.
Vic had already shucked his jeans while she'd been stripping hers. His cock now seemed as hard as a pool cue. It was gigantic and red and throbbing with life, and a small drop of gooey love cream already sparkled expectantly at its tip.
"Okay, daddy," Debby smiled at him. "You made your lady feel so fucking good, now it's your turn to get your rocks off! You name it, Vic. It's all yours."
Vic didn't miss a beat.
"Roll over," he said. "I was holding your ass while I ate you and it felt so good ... that's what I want, baby. I want to fuck that nice tight asshole of yours."
She reached over and stroked his cock for a few moments, letting some of the pre-cum drip off into her palm and between her fingers and down her arm.
"Anything for you, baby," she purred.
Giving the pulsating pecker one last squeeze, and a quick flick of her nails, she eagerly rolled over onto her belly, spreading her knees and arching her proud, firm young ass up toward his dick.
It was a beautiful sight for sure, but Vic was too goddamn horny right then to notice it. He moved forward between her spread thighs and leaned over her slightly. He reached beneath her and started caressing one of her titties, loving the way they hung down and the way the nipple was still erect. He also took two fingers of one hand and took a minute or so to give her pussy a good fingerfuck.
This kept her stirred up, and soon her ass was rotating with lust as his fingers slid in and out of her. But Vic soon stopped and slid his fingers backward and up toward her ass. The fingers were slick and lubricated with Debby's cunt juices now, and Vic used this to rim the brown puckered lips of her tight asshole. After the opening had been lubricated, he slipped the fingers in, moistening and lubricating the tunnel itself.
This done, while the butt hole was still slick and slippery, he grabbed his dick to guide it and brought the head to its goal. He'd fucked Deb a number of times like this before, but always carefully and easily, so as to give himself the pleasure of watching her asscheeks jerk and sweat while he humped away, but at the same time so as not to cause Debby any physical discomfort.
He slid the head of his dick in slowly and it sunk down easily enough. With one hand he reached beneath and grabbed her belly to steady her, and with the other he sought out the lips of her joybox. Spreading them, his middle finger found her aching clit.
His pecker was up her dirt road only about a quarter of an inch but, as usual, he knew what he was doing. His finger wagged around her clit.
"Ohhhhh-" Debby cried out.
The sudden, unexpected contact with her love button was like some beautiful attack to her nervous system, and her ass bucked higher off the mattress as her whole perspiring body seemed to buck up, and as her ass bucked up, it slammed back, and as it slammed back her butt hole impaled itself that much deeper into Vic's stiff, slippery, eager prick.
"Ahhhhhh ... mmmmmm," Vic sighed as he felt himself sinked in up to the hilt.
"Mmmmmmpppfff...." moaned Debby.
Her words were indiscernible because, with her hot ass reared up so high, her face was buried in one of the pillows. Her hands were grasping each side of the mattress on the floor of the van, and her knuckles were white as the lovely tension built within her.
Vic held still for a moment before he even began fucking her, just digging the beautiful humid tightness of her sweaty anal passage. It was like the clasping of some warm, sexual fist around his dick.
"Milk it, baby," he moaned. "Milk me!"
Debby was glad to obey her lover's command. She began tightening and loosening the muscles of her ass, rotating her hips as she did so.
"Ahhh Christ, that's beautiful," gasped Vic.
He moved his hands from her clit and her tit and grabbed her asscheeks. Kneeling to steady himself, he began pumping his pipe-hard prick in and out of her asshole.
To anyone who could have observed the couple, they were a beautiful sight. Debby, on her knees with her fine ass up in the air, was slamming herself back against her lover as he screwed her bunghole. Her groans of lust filled the air, her breasts swayed, her body was slick with dripping sweat. Her hair was a tangled black waterfall hanging down with wild abandon before her face and, as her body rocked under the jackhammer blows from behind, her finger madly diddled away at her dripping joybox.
Vic was running his hands up and down the chick's sleek ass and thighs, banging away in and out of her lovely bung hole with everything he had, his ass muscles flexing and sweaty with the effort. An intense expression of sexual pleasure caused his face to twist and grimace with the effort and the joy of his "work" as his smooth cock slid effortlessly in and out of her.
"Hold on, baby," he cried at last. "Here it comes ... all my cum right up that beautiful asshole!"
"Let me have it, lover," she gasped. "Give me every sweet beautiful drop!"
"Chriiiiiisssttttt ... arrrrrrrgggghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" he screamed as he let go.
A second beforehand Debby had increased her finger job, and now she too exploded.
"Oh, lord," she grunted. "I'm ... I'm cumming again!!"
They locked tightly as their bodies rocked and heaved with mutual climax, Vic's tight balls exploding their steaming, thick gooey load deep into her as the walls of her cunt surged and quivered, rivulets of girl-cum dripping and sliding down the arm that was working at her pussy.
Her ass continued to churn and milk his throbbing meat until every last precious drop of his cream had imbedded itself in her ass.
Then, by mutual consent, with mutual sighs, while the shivers and shudders of their cumming together still rippled through both their young bodies, the two kids slid sideways onto the mattress onto their sides, with Vic behind Debby, and with their bodies curved lovingly together.
They were silent for a moment as their heavy breathing slowly returned to normal and their hearts resumed their regular beat. Vic always enjoyed Debby's sweetish smell after they fucked and his shrinking cock gave one last shudder of life as his nostrils twitched with pleasure. He flicked out along the back of her neck with his tongue, enjoying the wet salty taste.
"Beautiful," he said with a sigh. "I don't know how many times we've balled, baby, but you get better every goddamn time."
A purr came from deep in her throat as she stretched against him.
"You're pretty fucking good yourself, angel," she said. "Oooooh, but that was sweet."
He grinned. "Mark it up to the good dope."
She rolled over then and snuggled into his arms with a bright, warm smile on her face.
"Dope, shit," she said lovingly. "I mark it all up to that big, beautiful cock of yours, and the way you know how to use it!"
He slid his hand down along her back and gave one of her asscheeks a squeeze. "Thanks, baby," he said. "But it takes two, you know."
"Oh, Vic, it was so fine."
"It sure was, lady," he agreed. "But right now-and I hate to say it-we should probably be getting our shit together and heading down into town. My mom's waiting, and by now she's probably worried."
Probably worried that she won't get a chance tonight to get her tongue and her fingers in that hot little twat of yours, he felt like adding, but of course he was wise enough to keep his mouth shut on that score.
Debby gave a frown. "Oh, Vic, do we have to? I feel so good and mellow now."
"Please, baby," he pressed. "You know how Mom is. She'd be disappointed. And we won't have to stay that long ... if we don't like what's going on."
"What do you mean, Vic? Is something special supposed to happen tonight?"
"N-no, baby. Of course not. I just mean if ... if we get bored. But we should at least put in an appearance since we were invited, right?"
She sighed and kissed him, then started reaching for her jeans and panties.
"Well, okay," she said finally. "But I would like to do another joint on the way down."
"Sure, honey," Vic agreed. "Anything to keep the peace," and he began reaching for his own things.
Ten minutes later they were back on the highway, heading down Lookout Mountain towards Denver, and towards what Vic hoped would be one of the wildest, fuckingest nights of either his or Debby's young life.