Chapter 8
They'd driven clear out of New York City without once looking back, and after that they roared on in silence for at least an hour. It was really great sitting there and zooming down the road, gripping the hard tumescent handlebars that assured them that they were in control, and feeling the hot engines vibrate between their legs. The two guys and the girl loved it, and already both Derek and Craig were looking forward to their new adventures with young Cynthia, the girl who had been taught to do what men told her to do, and to like it.
After a while it was starting to get dark, and Craig suggested that they all pull off the road and find someplace to spend the night. Derek announced that he knew the perfect place to spend the night: "Inside Cynthia's pants".
Perhaps at this point it would be prudent to add that, besides the fine motorcycles Bubba had given his former employees, he had also provided some clothes for Cynthia. These consisted of a tight pullover, a miniskirt, a garter belt and stockings and a pair of black leather hip boots. The clothes covered her body, but they didn't conceal it, and everything she had was so well shown off that Cynthia might as well have walked around naked, which in her case wouldn't have been such a bad idea.
The three motorcycles pulled off the road and into a forest clearing. Apparently somebody else had been using this place for a previous campsite, because there were the remains of a stone fireplace, and several tent pegs still imbedded in the ground marked a rectangular area where a tent had been pitched. Inside that area was a strange impression in the grass that looked as though two people had spent the night in the same sleeping bag.
The three of them parked their cycles r against some trees and walked around. Derek broke out a six pack of beer that they'd bought in a town they'd gone through, and Craig started to light up a reefer made from some pot left over from their days with Bubba. In a few minutes the three of them were sitting in a circle around the bonfire that Cynthia had started, drinking beer and passing around the joint. Craig seemed to recall a quotation from somewhere or other: "Smoking pot and drinking beer together is like pissing into the wind." He couldn't recall where he'd heard that before, or who'd said it, and he knew that he'd probably lie awake half the night trying to remember. Craig had a hangup about such things.
When the reefer was done Derek got up and stretched. "Well, it's still too early to go to sleep. What can two men and a girl do to kill a few hours?"
"Smoke some more beer?"
"Drink some more pot?"
"Play some backgammon?"
"Send out for pizza?"
"I know; why don't we FUCK?"
"Now why didn't I think of that?"
Cynthia was already starting to pull her clothes off, because she knew that when there were two guys and only one girl the girl was going to get most of the action, and Cynthia loved to be the life of the party.
"Wait a minute, " Derek said, although he was in just as much of a hurry to start fucking as the others were. "It's gonna feel funny having one guy screw her while the other guy stands around waiting his turn. What we need is continuous action for all three of us."
"Well get it, " Craig assured him. "Haven't you ever heard of double entry?" Derek merely stared at him. "A girl's got TWO holes between her legs, you know. At least they did this morning."
Derek almost fainted. Of course! He'd fucked girls lots of times, and when he'd gotten tired of their twats and their tits and their mouths he'd gone up their asses. But it had never even occurred to him that a girl could be fucked up the cunt and the ass at the same time, and service two men at once. Well, you learn something every day.
Cynthia was naked now, and the flickering flames of the bonfire made interesting shadows dance across her mountainous white tits and the darker space between her legs. Even though Cynthia was naked she stood proud and erect; she knew that she was desirable to men and she was glad of it.
And now both the big muscular men were rushing straight towards her in opposite directions, and both of them had their hard cocks sticking out like twin lances waiting to violate her flesh. Both men crashed into Cynthia at once, knocking all the wind out of her and rendering her completely helpless. She felt herself being lifted into the air by strong, muscular hands, and she realized that the two men had complete control over her, she would have to do whatever they wanted her to. Suddenly Cynthia knew how pleasant it was to submit to a man, to have him decide what had to be done and make her do it, to not have to make any decisions, to have someone else to command her and control her and dominate her.
Cynthia felt now that submission to men was so nice and so wonderful that she couldn't even begin to understand why she'd resisted these men before. She had hated it when they'd torn her clothes off, handcuffed her and dragged her off screaming to sell her twat in a whore house. Thinking about it in retrospect, Cynthia decided that that was exactly the sort of domination she wanted and needed and longed for and deserved.
Now both men were holding her up in the air, and the sight of her naked legs dangling down, and the still more interesting sight of the two cavities in the flesh between those legs excited the men to such a degree that their cocks got bigger and harder, until both organs were rising straight up into the air like ground-to-air missiles waiting to take off. They were perpendicular dicks now, and they were pointing straight up at Cynthia's crotch.
And then suddenly Cynthia was being rammed downwards, and she screamed with pleasure as she felt two massive columns of flesh slide into her simultaneously. Oh, this was great, this was what she needed, this was what she wanted, this was what she deserved. She was a woman, and it was her duty to be fucked, her obligation and her purpose in life to submit to any man who craved her flesh and wanted to possess it.
And now she was sliding down farther and farther, and the pair of cocks were going into her deeper and deeper, skewering her flesh and holding her a prisoner of their carnal lust. Finally she was on the twin pillars as far as she would go, and then she was being yanked upwards again, and then down, and then up and then down. When two men fuck the same girl at once, this is the way to start pumping.
Cynthia felt as though she were not merely being fucked, but being whirled off into a strange new universe of erotic delight. The dying bonfire sent fluttering rays of light into her face, and in the twisting flames she could see everything she had ever hoped to experience, every possible sensual and sexual thrill known to man or woman.
The flames from the fire, coupled with the friction of those gigantic cocks that she was sliding up and down on, were really getting Cynthia hot now. All of a sudden she realized that she was going to cream right then and there, that she was actually going to have an orgasm in midair!
And then her torso began to expand and contract, and then suddenly Cynthia was creaming, sending out waves of hot vagina-juice, and as she did so she could feel two hot floods of semen shooting into her, mingling within her insides and forcing her to cream even more, to send out her own love-juice to make room for that which was being forced into her. Oh God! Oh God!
And then Cynthia felt herself being lifted up and off the cocks completely, being lifted up and turned around in midair. And then she was coming back down again, only this time the cock that was forcing its way up her ass was the one that had been in her cunt, and vice versa. And then she was being pumped up and down again, and she was delighted to discover that despite the triple orgasm neither cock had dwindled an inch; they were still hot and heavy and ready for action.
Cynthia was creaming again now, and she never would have believed that such ecstasy was possible, that even so exciting as a fuck could be this delicious. And as she creamed again and felt the men creaming into her again, filling her body and her soul with a warm glow that she never would have obtained any other way. Fuck was the only way. Fuck was the only way.
And as Cynthia was at last let down and allowed to lie naked on the grass the thought struck her that she hadn't known which man had fucked her up the ass first and in the cunt second or vice versa. But it didn't matter. Because all cocks were the same to her, and all were big and hard. She had to have them all, every single inch of cock on the planet, every man's and every boy's. She wanted them all. She needed them all. And not even that would be enough.
There would never be enough.
At last Cynthia turned over and went to sleep, and she slept in the arms of two strong men. The last thing she thought before she drifted off to sleep was the fact that even now the men were holding her, were embracing her, were controlling her. She wanted to be controlled like that. She wanted to be made to submit to them in every way.
The next morning they got up early and hit the road again. The three of them wanted to get as far away from New York as possible in the shortest possible time, so that the new adventures that lay ahead for them would be found as quickly as possible. And whatever they found they knew that they would be ready for it, they knew that they could handle it.
After several hours of riding they stopped at a roadside filling station to get some gas. As the gas jockey rushed to fuel their tanks Craig looked around to see where they were. Loud music was emanating from the other side of the road, and when he looked over there he saw a building that was midway between a bar and a discotheque, with a dash of pub thrown in. Outside the place were a line of motorcycles, and suddenly Craig knew that here they would find some excitement.
As the three of them moved their motorcycles away from the filling station and towards the bar it occurred to Craig that the large number of motorcycles outside the place might mean it was a gay bar. But as they came closer he heard voices laughing and shouting under the loud jukebox music, and at least half of those voices were female. Reassured, Craig pressed on, with Derek and Cynthia in tow.
They went into the place, and no one seemed to notice the new arrivals because they were all so busy having fun. The bar was completely packed with teenagers and young adults of both sexes, all dancing and drinking and singing and laughing and cursing and goosing and having a good time. A good many of these people were in motorcycle gear, and quite a few others seemed to be hippies, with an occasional flower child or earth mother thrown in for good measure. Craig was glad that he'd come here, and he knew that in this immense crowd of young hip men and women were some people who would be able and eager to give him a good time and a few kicks.
The place was so crowded that there didn't seem to be a square inch of space where Craig and his friends could stand, sit or lie. So they had to keep moving, to keep circulating through the mass of flesh until they could find a place to stop and get their bearings. Craig wanted to work his way over to the bar and get a drink and maybe meet a chick, but the population was densest all up and down the counter of the bar. Obviously a couple of dozen other people had had the exact same idea he had.
There seemed to be the most space, or rather the least lack of space, in the corners of the room, and Craig decided to edge over to any one of the corners. One corner looked particularly interesting, because there was a blue-gray cloud of smoke drifting up from it that could have only been made by reefers.
Craig had some pot of his own left, but he wanted to make it last for a while. He signaled to Derek and Cynthia to follow him and he started to muscle his way across the room to the cloud of reefer smoke. After a few seconds of effort Derek managed to fall into place beside him, and from then on the progress was easier, but still very difficult. Altogether it took them about ten minutes to get across the room.
As Craig got closer he saw that the group in the corner seemed to be made up of three people: two gorgeous young chicks about Cynthia's age and a slightly older, but still quite young, man. The young man looked even more like a hippy than most of the other people in this room, which was saying quite a lot.
What really caught Craig's attention though was not the guy but the two girls who were with him. One girl was built like a goddess, and she had a look on her face that was at once both submissive and defiant, like an apple that tasted sweet but had a tart tanginess to it as well. This was a girl that Craig wanted to get to know better.
And the other one was even more interesting. This second chick had nice legs and wide, firm hips and a beautiful ass and a face that just pleaded to be made love to, but what really intrigued Craig was her chest. The girl had the usual number of tits, and both were gigantic, but one was even bigger than the other! This gave the girl a kind of kinky look that interested Craig immensely. He recalled that some guys got off on deformed girls and amputees, and he'd never gone in for that kind of thing himself, but somehow he liked the feeling of doing it with a girl who had mismatched knockers. It would be a unique experience, and hopefully a pleasurable one too.
As Craig and his two friends came closer the male hippie passed his reefer to the girl with the tits, looked up at Craig and nodded. "Hey, baby. Que sabe?"
Before Craig could think of an answer to that he felt himself being moved aside as Cynthia pushed through to get in front of Craig and Derek and get a look at these three people. He stepped aside to let Cynthia through.
Cynthia screamed, and for a moment Craig thought she'd been stabbed. All the people here were so drunk or stoned or laid back that none of them had even looked up when she'd screamed, but at the same time as Cynthia yelled the two new girls were acting funny too. And then the three of them were all shouting at each other at once.
"Alice!"
"Cynthia!"
"Marilyn!"
It took a little while for Craig to understand what was going on, and finally Cynthia and the other girls had to explain it to him. Apparently these two chicks had been students at the Gladys M. Forsythe Academy for Advanced Young Ladies, just as Cynthia had, and that they were the two schoolgirls Felicia had mentioned who had disappeared on the same night as that mysterious gardener, Roger Masterson. So then this hippie they were with must be the Roger that Felicia had praised so highly.
Deciding to impress them all, Craig turned towards the young man with the pot and said: "You must be Roger Masterson. I've heard a lot about you."
Upon hearing this the hippie laughed so hard he almost dropped dead on the spot, and the two girls, Alice and Marilyn, had to explain to Craig and Derek that this was not Roger Masterson but a hippie named Turtle, a very good friend of theirs.
Eventually Cynthia and her two friends got the whole story: Alice and Marilyn, along with their friend Roger, had been key figures in the sex scandal that had rocked the Academy. (Cynthia had done her bit too.) After an all-night orgy of sadomasochism that had left two people injured badly the two girls and this mysterious Roger Masterson had decided to hit the road, and for a couple of months now they'd been bumming around with this fellow Turtle. Apparently Roger had decided to strike out on his own several days after he met Turtle, because he and his motorcycle had disappeared one day and he'd never come back.
The two girls finished their narrative, then asked Cynthia to explain how she'd gotten here. They seemed to think it was very funny that the straiWaced Gladys M. Forsythe Academy had hired a headmaster who had fucked his way across the campus, raping schoolgirls right and left. And when Cynthia told of how Derek had raped Felicia and then both men had stripped Cynthia, abducted her and dragged her off to a whore house to sell her cunt, Alice and Marilyn were both rolling on the floor laughing.
Derek and Craig still didn't know which chick was which, but they soon found out that Alice was the saucy one and Marilyn the titty one. And they made a very interesting pair.
The guy named Turtle looked up from lighting a fresh reefer and addressed all three of the newcomers. "Hey, cats, yuh wanna know a secret? I been ridin' around with both these chicks an' they're both somethin' else, but I been lookin' for some new cunt, and it looks like Cynthia here came along in the fuckin' nick of time." He winked at both men. "An' I guess its kind of a drag for two guys to be ridin' around with only one twat between 'em, huh? Well, I got two new girls for you an' you got one new girl for me, an' maybe we can kinda. pool our resources." He took a heavy toke on his reefer, leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes.
Craig was interested and intrigued by the idea, and these two girls Alice and Marilyn would make a welcome addition to their little band. So would Turtle, for that matter. But at the same time Craig couldn't help wondering exactly what kind of a guy this Turtle dude was. He was acting very strangely, even for a hippy who was stoned.
The two girls and their friend Turtle managed to make some room at their table for three newcomers, and after a lot of shouting and making threatening gestures at the bartender a waitress was dispatched to take their orders. They all wanted beer, which was fine because beer and wine were the only things this place had ever served. Once, a couple of years ago, a guy had come in asking for a banana daiquiri and they'd thrown him out, yelling that this place didn't cater to fairies.
After a long wait the six of them managed to get their beers. Derek started to pay for them but the waitress stopped him, saying that some of the other customers here were Hell's Angels and they were throwing a birthday party for one of their fraternal brothers. Apparently it didn't matter who walked in and bought something; the Hell's Angels were footing the bill.
Derek shrugged. "In that case bring me some Beluga caviar and a glass of white wine."
After the waitress had disappeared the three girls began to exchange tales of what they'd gone through, and to fill in the men on exactly who everybody was. longer the
Craig had only known these three people for about fifteen minutes or so, but the longer they were together the more he seemed to like them. He decided that it would be well worth his while to take Turtle up on his generous offer, at least for a few days so he could see how it would turn out. But Craig had an idea that it would turn out just fine.
The six of them finished their beers and their reefers and got up, wading through the mass of human flesh towards the door that seemed to be at least a mile away. Craig noticed that more and more of the men and girls had stopped drinking and smoking and dancing and had settled down to good old-fashioned fucking. This made it better to get across the room, because now most of the crowd was horizontal rather than vertical, but even so it was rough going because they had to be careful not to step on any of the bodies. And some of those bodies, particularly the female ones, looked very interesting indeed. Craig would have liked to hang around for a while and help himself to some of the refreshments, but now that he had met Alice and Marilyn he wanted to get to know them better.
Casting one last fond backward look at the dozens of young girls who were writhing and moaning with pleasure beneath their male companions Craig sighed and turned away, assuring himself that there would always be another girl somewhere.
And when he found her he would be ready for her.
Craig followed Derek and Turtle and the girls out to the parking lot. There it developed that Turtle and Marilyn and Alice's mode of transportation was a red Volkswagen bus, but the rack on top would hold three motorcycles safely and there was more than enough room inside for six people. "Especially, " as Turtle put it slyly, "when three of them are on top of the other three."
Scrambling up the side of the bus like an acrobat, Turtle ascended to the top and asked Craig and Derek to pass him up their motorcycles and Cynthia's, one at a time. "And send up some cunt while you're at it." It appeared that all this fellow Turtle ever thought about was sex. Oh well, how much else was there to think about?
Derek and Craig passed the three choppers up one at a time and Turtle lashed them to the roof securely. Then he leaped back down again and climbed into the bus's driver's seat. "You sit up front here with me, Cynthia, " he called out. "The others can get in the back and ... get to know one another better."
They didn't have to be asked twice. Alice threw open the bus's rear door and scrambled in, giving Craig and Derek an excellent view of her ass. And a very pretty little thing it was, too. The two men leaped in after her and Marilyn was not far behind, closing the door as she got in.
A moment later Turtle turned the key in the ignition and they were riding off down the road.
Craig turned towards Alice. "Spread your legs."