Chapter 9

Alice smiled at him "So you want my cunt, do you?" she asked.

"Yes, " the big man told her. "I want your cunt. I want your tits. I want your ass. I want your whole damn body. Give it to me."

The girl paused, flirting with him, playing with him. "Well ... if you're sure you really WANT it."

Craig didn't even bother to answer that. He knew that actions speak louder than words, so it was time for action. He grabbed Alice, who was sitting down, and pushed her into a prone position, straddling her with his thighs.

In a moment he was yanking her blouse up over her head to reveal her firm, enticing young breasts. He wanted those breasts, but first he wanted the pussy. The pussy was what came first. Some guys were ass freaks, or tit freaks, and Craig could dig those trips, but what he really wanted was pussypussypussy.

Now Craig dug his strong, feverish hands into the waistband of Alice's miniskirt, ready to yank it down to her knees and even farther. The feeling of her hot flesh against his knuckles excited him, and he could feel his cock coming to life inside his trousers. His cock could smell pussy a mile off, and it was always hungry. Well, soon it would be feeding time.

With a roar of savage lust Craig gripped the frail miniskirt and tore it down Alice's legs and off her body completely, flinging it into a far corner of the bus. She had on black pantyhose underneath, but no panties, and he yanked these down to her calves. Then he grabbed her by the ankles and spread her legs wide, spreading them until he could see that big beautiful cunt shining up at him. He gave another full-throated howl of savage lust and plunged down on top of her, burying his meat deep within her flesh.

When Craig had first met Alice he had noticed that she seemed to be sweet and tart at the same time, like a lemonade without enough sugar. Now he discovered that her cunt was exactly the same way; it was sweet and warm and delicious but at the same time it was bitingly sharp, filling his whole body with a wave of pain. But it was a good pain, a pain he liked, and the pain and the warm feeling mixed together inside Craig to give him a sensation totally unlike anything he'd ever had before. But then, this girl was totally unlike anything he'd ever had before. And Craig liked that. He wanted different kinds of girls, it made his life much more interesting.

Derek, meanwhile, had not hesitated to forcibly divest Marilyn of her clothing and give her what she wanted: his rock-hard meat up her nice big twat. And from the front seat came slurping noises that sounded suspiciously as though Cynthia were on her knees giving Turtle a blow-job. Well, just so long as he kept his eye on the road it was okay. It would be quite a thing though if he creamed so hard that the steering wheel slipped and the bus went off the road and over a cliff and the state troopers found six dead bodies all busy fucking. Well, too much sex could be fatal for anyone, especially if they were driving a Volkswagen bus at the same time.

Craig was pumping now, going up and down inside this Alice girl, and that indescribably sweet-sour feeling was getting sweeter and sourer at the same time, until Craig thought he would be torn apart from this fantastically wide range of sensations that were banging around inside of him. Somehow the sweet and the sour blended together perfectly, and the result was a truly unique fuck .The action continued hot and heavy, and getting bigger and better with every passing second. This was going to be the orgasm of all time, Craig promised himself. From here on in he might fuck all day for the rest of his life but he would never have a fuck like this. This would be a fuck to remember, a fuck to tell his grandchildren about, a fuck to put into the Guinness Book of Records.

And then he was creaming, sending his hot sticky wad into its natural habitat, and Craig swore that he had never creamed so much or so hard in all his life. Oh, this was good, this was good, this was great....

And a moment after that Alice was creaming too, and it felt even better to have that warm stream of girl-come splashing up against the sides of his cock, and that feeling made his cock get even bigger and made Craig come even harder. This was it, man.

Craig fell back, groaning and gasping. While he'd been fucking he'd felt a delicious warmth and a big hurt all the time, and now both feelings were even greater than ever, and they mixed so well that he creamed again, just from lying there on the floor of the bus. THAT had never happened! Never before had Craig met a girl who was so damned good that he'd kept on creaming even after he finished fucking! Glory hallelujah!

But Craig had no time to rest from his labors, for a moment later someone was tapping his shoulder: Marilyn. "May I have this dance?" she inquired, and for the first time in his life Craig found himself getting down to business with a girl and wondering if he'd be able to perform. Well, he would have to somehow or other. He would just have to.

And then Derek had snatched Alice and was dragging her caveman-style to another end of the bus, and Craig had Marilyn all to himself. He was so dazed from that fantastafuck he'd just had with Alice that for a moment Craig actually couldn't remember what he was supposed to do.

But Marilyn took care of that for him. She had her legs spread wide and her arms around him, and she was pulling Craig closer to herself. Even though Craig was still woozy from his previous engagement his cock seemed to know exactly what to do, for it was soon boring its way into Marilyn's cockpit. Craig's dong was so well-trained and experienced that he could have fucked in his sleep if he wanted to, but he didn't want to because then he would miss all the fun.

Craig had been sure that after that tremendous fuck he'd just had with Alice the rest of his sex life would be downhill all the way. But he quickly discovered to his delight that this was not true at all, indeed Marilyn's twat had a flavor all its own that was in some ways even better than Alice had been, although Craig would never have thought that possible a minute ago.

As a matter-of-fact Marilyn's prissy was so good that Craig got the idea that from now on his sex life would be UPHILL all the way, that every succeeding fuck would be even bigger and better than the last. But Craig didn't have time to think about other fucks right now; he liked to take his women one at a time and one right after the other. And right now the one he was giving his undivided attention to was Marilyn.

For the first time Craig had a chance to see those delicious mysterious tits of hers naked and bare. They were both huge, but the left one was noticeably bigger than the other. This added an element of spice to the sexplay, because those two mismatched mammaries were an ever-present reminder that Marilyn was truly an unusual woman.

But Craig was finding that out for himself. With every thrust of his organ he was finding that out.

It was really amazing, he told himself, how fantastically unimaginably satisfying this was. He'd expected Marilyn to be dullsville compared to Alice, but Craig was delighted to see that she was just as good and in some ways better. And with every stroke of his dong she got even better still.

And then Craig and Marilyn were suddenly creaming at the exact same instant, and never in his life had Craig felt or even hoped to feel anything so good, so great, so totally utterly WOW as this fuck was. Suddenly Craig felt as though he were falling, tumbling down the long twat-tunnel between Marilyn's legs, falling deep down into an ocean of lust. And then he was drowning in it, drowning in it.

If any of the passengers in the cars that were driving past the red VW minibus had happened to glance at it as they went by, they would have mistaken it as just another vehicle going from nowhere to nowhere. They would never have suspected, unless they had fantastically dirty minds, that the minibus was actually the location of a truly amazing mobile orgy, a bacchanalian revel with four-wheel drive.

Of course, if the passing motorists had noticed how the entire chassis was bouncing around on the suspension system, they would have known right off the bat that there was a lot of activity going on inside there.

Next morning found the six happy wanderers parked at the foot of a cliff. Derek was the first to get up, and he started to gather firewood so they could cook some breakfast. After the first flames had started to lick at the kindling Derek saw the door to the Volkswagen open, and a moment later Cynthia had stepped out and was walking towards him.

She brushed her hair back with one hand and waved with the other. "Hi."

Derek grunted an answer, and then turned his full attention towards making the fire bigger. He'd felt oddly about Cynthia ever since he'd abducted her from the Academy; he wanted to tear her apart with his hands and his cock and yet at the same time he felt responsible for what had happened to her and felt that he had to protect her in some way. He felt like raping her and shielding her all at the same time.

Cynthia was coming closer now, and as she did so Derek could detect an unusual odour. He couldn't quite tell what it was, but it was definitely female and he was sure that he liked it. As Cynthia approached him he could see her long hair dangling over her breasts in an intriguing way.

Cynthia was starting to say something, and Derek had to prick up his ears to make it out.

"You used to be such a big man, " she was telling him.

"Say what?" Derek couldn't quite get the drift of what she was saying.

"When I first met you and Craig you were the one in charge, the guy who gave the orders. I liked that. You're the kind of guy who should be in charge in every situation, calling all the shots, and I like a man who's like that. But after you and Craig dragged me out of the Academy without any clothes on you changed completely. Craig walks right up to you and says that he's giving the orders from now on, and you accept it. Just like that. If you had a tail, you would have put it between your legs."

Derek didn't like the way she was talking. "I was under a lot of stress just then, " he explained hastily, and he could feel the stress coming back to him as he spoke. "I'd just raped Felicia, and I'd almost murdered her.

Some guy came damned close to shooting me, and the cops were right on my tail. When Craig said what he said I wasn't in any mood to argue."

Cynthia cursed, and then spat into the fire. "Don't give me that shit. There's only one guy who can be head of this group, and I want it to be you. I'd rather take orders from you then from that shithead Craig any day of the week."

Derek shrugged. "All right. So what do you want me to do about it, then?"

She leaned forward and kissed him on the ear lobe. "I want you to show him who's boss. And don't hesitate to use force. I like a man who knows how to fight. And I like you."

Derek was just about to take her into his arms, to pin her down to the ground and violate her when the door of the minibus opened again and Turtle stepped out.

He started yawning and stretching, making a big act out of pretending to be more tired than he was. Winking at Derek and Cynthia, he said: "Hey, folks, don't let little old me interrupt anything. Carry on. Just make like I ain't here."

Derek would have been glad to do that, but right now he really wanted to be alone with Cynthia. Normally he could fuck all day in Macy's window and not give a damn who watched, but for some reason right now he didn't care to have an audience for his amorous activities.

Turtle was circling around the fire and gazing dreamily at a field of grain in the distance. "Oh man, just look at that wheatfield. That's beautiful, baby, that really is. I fucked eight chicks in a wheatfield like that once."

Derek was getting annoyed. "That's not wheat, that's rye."

"Who cares?"

Derek was about to suggest to Turtle that he go into the woods and hunt for arrowheads or something, so that he and Cynthia could do a little exploring on their own account, when all of a sudden Craig and the other two girls came out of the Volkswagen bus and were joining them around the fire.

Cynthia whispered hoarsely into Derek's ear. "Now's the time, darling. Tell him. Right here and now."

"Here?" Derek was a little surprised. "In front of everybody?"

Cynthia laughed softly. "Of course. It's the best way to do it." She kissed him again, on the corner of the mouth, and Derek thought that he could detect a hint of her tongue on his lips, a promise of greater delights to come. "I love you, darling, " she murmured hotly.

"Prove that you love me. Prove it now."

Derek had no answer for that. He knew that, even though man is the master and woman the servant, there are certain times when any man must do what his woman wants him to. Slowly Derek got up slowly and started to walk around the circumference of the fire, getting closer to Craig, who was sitting on a log with one arm each around Marilyn and Alice.

"Hey, Craig, " Derek said, quietly but firmly. "Get up. I've gotta talk to you."

Craig yanked open a can of beer and took a hard swig. "Whaddya want?" Craig had a cold beer in his hands and two hot women in his arms and he didn't feel like putting down any of them to talk to Derek.

Derek came a step closer, and the heels of his boots were well into Craig's field of vision. "Damn it, I told you to get up!"

Craig sighed, put down the beer and reached for the girls. "Derek, my boy, I seem to recall a little conversation we had to the effect that from now on I'm the head of this operation."

Derek lit a cigarette and stuffed it between his lips. "That's exactly what I want to talk to you about ... pal."

Slowly it dawned upon Craig what Derek was talking about. "Oh, shit. Here it comes. I'd expected it but not this early." He pushed the beer can out of his way with one foot. "Sorry, chicks. Uncle Craig will be back in a minute. This won't take long." He stood up and confronted his partner Derek. "Okay, here we are. Now what can I do for you?"

Derek yanked the cigarette out of his mouth to allow a cloud of smoke to escape, then put the cigarette back in the place from whence it came. "I'll tell you what you can do for me. You can forget your damned fool crazy notion that you're the one that's running this shebang, because you're not. I am. I always was and I always will be. Is that clear?"

Craig was showing little trace of emotion. "Not as clear as it might be, " he said at last.

The knuckles of Derek's right hand were beginning to tingle and itch, and he recognized this as a sign that he'd be swinging into action soon. "All right, then, Craigy, " he said with almost agonizing slowness, "if it's not clear I guess I'll have to make it clear."

His right hand turned into a fist, and his fist flicked out like a lizard's tongue and back down again, so quickly that it almost hadn't happened at all. But it had happened, because Craig was sprawled out in the dirt.

But the big blonde man was up again an instant later, and his powerful left was zooming in on Derek's face. Suddenly Craig Bentley yelped in pain as his bare white knuckles collided with the lit end of Derek's cigarette, and Derek shouted too as he found a shower of tobacco, shredded paper and sparks flying into his face.

And then both men were grappling in the dust, writhing and twisting on the ground in a frenzy of madness. Derek knew that he had to win this fight, he had to emerge the victor. If he won it, then he could claim Cynthia as his prize, and possibly the other girls too. If he lost it, then there was nothing.

Turtle was screaming at both of them to hey man like you know cool it dig but they weren't listening to him, or to anything other than the groans of pain as their hard fists dug into each other's flesh.

Now that the element of surprise was over and done with, Derek no longer had the advantage in this fight, and both combatants knew it. Craig was a much bigger man, much taller and much more muscular, and he was a couple of years younger than his antagonist was. Those few inches and pounds and years made a big difference. Derek was a good fighter, but Craig was a better one, and soon Derek was finding himself being painted all over the landscape.

Meanwhile Cynthia, needless to say, was having the time of her fucking young life. There is nothing a gorgeous chick likes more than to have two big strong brawny men fighting over her, fighting to see which one gets to be over her.

The other girls were screaming and yelling at them, begging them to stop, but neither of the two adversaries was paying attention. For a moment the tide of battle was turned slightly when Derek shot a deft kick to Craig's crotch and Craig slid backwards, knocking over the logs in the fire. He screamed from the sudden blast of heat, and then he was leaping up and bearing back down upon Derek again.

But Derek had taken advantage of the brief respite to snatch up the log which Craig had been sitting on a few minutes ago, and now he was swinging it right and left, holding his huge blonde adversary at bay. Craig ducked and kicked and lashed out with both fists, but he couldn't avoid that log, and every time he hit the log rather than Derek the battle was just that much more in Derek's favor.

After several minutes of this a particularly well-landed blow by Derek brought Craig to his knees, and then flat on his back. This was exactly the moment that Derek had been waiting for. With every ounce of strength in his body he hurled his log straight into Craig's face, and then dived down on top of him to deliver the death blow.

But this was also what Craig had been waiting for. As soon as he saw Derek let go of that log his hands shot up to snatch it in midair, and when he saw Derek hurtling down on top of him he brought the log up hard at the exact center of Derek's moustache.

Then Derek was lying face up and Craig was straddling his body, pounding him again and again with the log. There was absolutely no question now as to which man would emerge from this fight the victor, and Cynthia began to wonder if she'd done the right thing by provoking Derek to rebel.

But then there was a bloodcurdling shout from somewhere, and a human body was flying through the air and bowling Craig over: Turtle! The long-haired youth had decided that the battle had gone far enough, and he had stopped it in the only way he knew how.

Both Craig and Derek were so surprised at this sudden onslaught from so unexpected a source that neither one of them even thought of getting up to resume the fight. They merely half-sat half-lay on the ground, looking up at Turtle in wonder and surprise.

"Hey, man, " Turtle was saying to both of them, "you cats have got this whole trip all wrong. You ain't supposed to fight, man, you ain't supposed to make war. You gotta make love." He had an arm around Marilyn, and he turned away to kiss her briefly before he finished what he was saying. "You guys are what's wrong wit' this world, man. Everybody fightin' an' nobody lovin'. Just fuck that trip, man. Why can't we all be friends from here on in?"

There was no reply from either of the-two gladiators. Then slowly, haltingly, Derek was struggling to his feet, was staggering towards the bewildered Craig. No more than half aware of what he was doing, Derek extended a battered hand to his erstwhile opponent. "Shake, pal."

Their eyes met in a look of pure hatred, and then suddenly it all fell away as they remembered all the years they'd been together, the two of them with their backs against the wall taking on the whole world at once and then some. Craig and Derek had been together far too long to start hating each other now. They shook hands, and all those present could tell that the gesture was a genuine one.

Turtle was looking on in approval, one arm each around two of the girls. "That's good, man, real good. You gotta love, not hate. Now why don't we kinda put that in writing with a sort o' free-for-all fuck?"

Now that was the best idea he'd heard in a long time, Derek decided. He'd wanted Cynthia's body, that's why he'd battled Craig, and because he'd fought hard and fought long he was sure he'd earned his reward. Slowly, almost sheepishly, Derek picked his way through the ashes of the dying bonfire to confront the young girl. "Well, Cynthia, you heard what the man said...."

She turned away. "Don't speak to me. Don't even look at me." And then she was embracing one of Turtle's arms with both of her own. Turtle and the three girls, followed by Craig at a slight distance, walked back into the Volkswagen minibus, and after a slight pause the door slammed shut behind them. Derek knew that he was expected to join them, but somehow he just didn't want to, he just couldn't bring himself to.

Derek cursed. That bitch Cynthia! For her sake he'd taken on his best friend Craig, and gotten the shit kicked out of him while he was at it. For her sake and for hers alone, and what did she do in return? "Don't speak to me. Don't even look at me." Damn!

From the depths of the minibus Derek could hear sounds that strongly suggested two men and three women were having a lot of fun. Those bastards! And Cynthia was the worst of the lot. He should have killed her instead of trying to kill Felicia, instead of trying to kill Craig.

With a howl of rage and despair Derek picked up the end of a half-burned log and heaved it right through the closed window of the minibus, splintering the glass pane with a loud crash. The damned fools inside hadn't even noticed! They were all too busy screwing each other to pay attention to him. It wasn't fair! It wasn't fair at all!

The next thing Derek knew, he was scrambling up the side of the bus, scrambling up it to the rack on the roof where Turtle had lashed the three motorcycles. He found the one that was his and yanked frantically at the ropes that held it down, trying to tear them apart.

So Cynthia didn't want him, eh? Well, fuck her! Derek would strike out on his own and find all the chicks he wanted. He'd done it before and he'd do it once more. Single-handedly he'd blaze a trail of violated virgins clear across the country and then to Canada. Derek didn't have to worry about anybody now but himself. He had no partner, no girl friend. From now on he'd travel alone, and as for girl friends he didn't want any. Girls yes, HELL yes, but no girl friends. From now on every girl would be just another cunt to screw, a mouth to tongue. If the girl had a name or a face or an identity that meant nothing to him. They were all the same to Derek now, and they were all for him to screw.

The motorcycle was almost loose now, and cursing under his breath Derek tore apart the last shreds of rope fiber. Then he was straddling his chopper right there on top of the minibus roof, kicking the motor into action then and there.

And then the huge Harley-Davidson was swinging right off the roof of the minibus and hurtling down to the ground. Derek hit the ground and roared off toward the road, and in the driving mirror on his handlebars he caught a glimpse of the VW's doors opening and Marilyn running out stark naked, followed by Alice with not much more on, screaming for him to "Come back!"

Derek smiled thinly to himself. He didn't have to do what anybody told him to now, especially not what women told him to do. He wasn't taking orders, he was giving them, and any cunts he met from now on were going to get orders aplenty.