Chapter 9
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.