Chapter 7
Becky lay naked in the bed of the van as the boys sped down the highway. It was getting dark again and Denver was far behind them. She luxuriated in the new way her genitals felt. Maybe it was only her imagination, but ever since Ringo had taken her virginity, back at the hippie campsite she had felt very different between her legs. A sort of comfortable, loose sensation seemed present where she had felt kind of constricted and even dammed-up before.
Bo was driving and Red Dog had been looking back at Becky ever since he discovered she was naked. She let him look without even bringing her legs together. She knew very well that Red Dog was getting a nice eyeful but she pretended not to notice.
"Well, you look pretty much at home back there," Red Dog observed with a grin on his face. "The first day you were with us you kept all your clothes on except your bra."
She turned from the window. "I feel pretty much at home, too," she said. "I used to run around with no clothes all the time in my bed room. Of course, I could never let Mom and Dad know it. They would have been shocked out of their gourds. But after being with Ringo and his family, and seeing how groovy it is not to have to wear clothes all the time-"
"Don't apologize!" he interrupted. "I think it's great that they turned your head around about it. Besides, it's groovy digging on your body. Bo and I used to freak out just from seeing your tits. Now it's even better. Of course, it might make me a little horny to see that fine pair sticking up there on your chest and to see the hair between your legs and know your pussy's under it."
"Right on," said Bo, glancing around.
"Keep your eyes on the road, driver," Red Dog told him.
Becky remained quiet, but she had a smile on her face, and every time the van lurched and caused her breasts to jiggle solidly on her chest, a wide grin would break out on her face. She knew it was turning Red Dog on to see her like that and she got a strange thrill from the knowledge that her naked body was causing it.
He leaned over the seat back and said, "Hey, I don't mean to be gross, but your period must be gone, huh?"
"Yeah," she acknowledged, "it went away yesterday."
"Do tell," said Red Dog, a gleam in his eye. "Now, if I remember right, that was the only thing keeping us from getting it on the day we stopped to swim."
She giggled, changing positions and twisting her lithe body sensuously as she replied, "I wouldn't exactly say we didn't get it on at all. I seem to remember having a certain dude's cock in my mouth that day. And I did a lot more than just hold it there, too."
"Oh, I remember that okay," he said. How could he forget? She had not only masturbated him, but had allowed him to ejaculate on her-but she had done it manually, not orally. "But you must be flipping out -you made me come with your hands, not your mouth."
He was perfectly right, she realized. She had been thinking so much lately how exciting it was to use her mouth on a man that she came out and said it. "Oh, that's right," she giggled, "I sure would know if I'd sucked you instead of frigged you with my fingers."
He smiled a little nervously and she saw his tongue dart out and lick his dry lips. She knew he was thinking about it too.
"But I'm not flipping out," she continued, adding more fuel to the fire. "I guess I was just thinking about it a lot and that made me say it by mistake."
"Oh yeah?" he said, not wanting to let the subject die. "Thinking about it a lot, huh? Well you can think about it all you want to, but when you talk about it, it makes me think about it too. And you know what happens to me when I start thinking of things like that."
She knew all right. She giggled and said, "You mean your pants start getting a little tight?"
"You better believe it," he said, "Like right now. Hey, how come you're giggling so much back there, anyway? Someone turn your ticklebox over?"
"It might have something to do with the joint I finished smoking a couple of minutes ago," she revealed, suppressing another little laugh. "Didn't you smell the smoke?"
"No," he said. "But you better cool it. You got any more on you? If you do, you better toss them out the window right now. It's too dangerous to carry grass on you in a vehicle. The cops might stop us for any little thing-and if they do, they'll be sure to search our van because we've got long hair."
"It's okay," she said. "I don't have any more. Ringo gave me one as we left his place and I saved it 'til now."
Relieved, he turned his attention again to other matters. "How would you like some company back there? You were right when you said my pants were getting tight. I think you're just the chick to help me loosen them, too. Okay?"
She felt mischievous. "Maybe. But I've got a better idea. Instead of you joining me, why don't I come up there?"
"Oh sure," said Red Dog, his voice heavy with sarcasm. "You come up here and I'll ball you on the dashboard."
She crawled on her knees to the back of the front seat and threw her arms around his neck. "No, silly, I'm serious. Come on, lemme sit in the middle of the seat between you dudes like I did the first day or two on the road."
He was agreeable but puzzled. "Did you hear that, Bo? This freaky chick wants to ride in the front seat, stark naked. How far you think we'd get before we be busted?"
Becky put on her best petulant expression. "Discriminating against me just because I'm naked, huh? Wait 'til Women's Lib hears about this! There aren't even any towns around. We haven't passed one for miles- who's going to see?"
Red Dog's concern wasn't nearly enough to make him want to keep her away in the first place. He just knew there wouldn't be room enough to have intercourse, while there was plenty of room in the back. But if this is what his zany friend wanted...
"Okay, love, get your ass up here. You're a nut, you know it?" he told her.
She scrambled over the back of the seat, her breasts jiggling and her limbs askew, then tumbled into his lap. He gathered in her luscious nakedness and grasped her pooching breasts in his hands. She threw her arms around his neck and let him kiss her mouth, but when she felt his tongue pushing on her lips for entry, she jerked away.
"You got a hard on, okay. I can feel it under my butt," she said. "I landed on it when I came over the seat. Get your pants down so I can help you give it what it needs."
When she told him she wanted to sit up front with them, he'd thought she wasn't in the mood for sex and wanted to just horse around for awhile. Her words surprised him.
"We can't get it on up here," he protested, "there isn't enough room to lay down with three in the seat." But he certainly wasn't going to oppose getting his erection out of his tight pants. He unzipped his fly, wanting her to put her hands on it.
Her eyes twinkled with mischief. "There is too room enough up here, if I put my head in Bo's lap. See?"
He watched in amazement while she stretched her legs toward the passenger side and wormed her head and shoulders into Bo's lap as he looked down in surprise.
The two boys looked at each other and laughed. Now do you want me to keep my eyes on the road?" he asked Red Dog. "With a naked chick all over me?"
"She's a loon," replied the redhead, "but she's right. There is room enough for her to stretch out."
"And, Bo," she teased, her blonde head at his stomach as he drove, "the naked part of me isn't all over you-just my head and shoulders."
Red Dog had his fly completely unzipped now and was removing his erect organ from his pants.
He slipped his hand around it and said, "If you won't take hold of it then I'm going to have to," he said. "I'll be damned if I can sit here and look at your naked pussy in my face without doing something about it."
"You still don't see what I mean, do you?" she said. "You dudes are buddies, right? And you never get jealous of each other?"
"What's that have to do with anything?" asked Red Dog. "Yeah, you're right, but so what?"
"I don't want to leave Bo out," she explained, "just because he's driving. See what I mean?"
"Oh, wow," exploded Red Dog. "You mean you want to have me ball you while you give Bo a blow job?"
"Sure," she said, "why not? I have to level with you -I've been horny for some loving ever since I smoked that joint. And talking about it just made it worse. My pussy's warm and itching for it right now. But I want you both in on it. Take your pants off and give me a good fucking while I suck Bo off."
Red Dog was already dropping his pants to his knees. Bo was nervous but wanted it badly. "I don't know for sure if I can keep this damn thing on the road, with you going down on me, Becky," he said, "but I'm sure willing to try it!"
"I think it's a great idea!" said Red Dog. "We may be a little crowded, but we can do it. You're a far-out chick, Becky. Now how's this feel, huh? Isn't this what you've been needing?"
He was on his knees facing her in the seat and had his hands on her smooth, rounded knees. With one hand he was tickling the inside of her thigh, moving it gently away from her knee toward the thick mat of her pubic hair.
"Hmmmmm," she said, twisting her bottom from side to side a little bit in the seat. "It gets me all tickly up higher. When you get to my pussy, you're going to find out how it's making me feel."
Bo looked down at her upturned face and glanced sideways toward Red Dog's hands as much as he dared. The van zoomed along the highway as normal as could be, with no indication of what was going on in the front seat.
She looked down between her legs at Red Dog's approaching hands. "Isn't this better than having to get my panties off before you can get to it?" she asked. "I bet those girls back at Ringo's camp were wearing panties and made you waste a lot of time, didn't they?"
"Now now," said Red Dog. "Don't get jealous on us. They did have their panties on, if you must know. But it's you we're into now, not them. Right, Bo?"
"Damned right," he agreed. "Besides, Becky, they would have both taken their panties off you too, if you'd wanted. We didn't mention it but they were both bi."
"Even the young one, Strawberry? I thought she was at somebody else's place that night," she said.
"She was," said Red Dog, working closer to her cunt as he spoke, "but Bunny told us they were both bi. She took me and Bo on at the same time together."
"Hey, groovy." exclaimed Becky. "And I'm doing the same thing right now with you."
"It was a lot easier in bed than in the front of this van," said Bo. "Don't you think, Red Dog?"
"Yeah," he agreed, "but it wasn't any more fun. Man, look at that cunt of hers, buddy. Watch me finger-fuck it in a minute. You're going to see one hot pussy when I get my fingers going in there!"
"Poor Bo hasn't gotten in on it yet," noted Becky. She turned her face up and kissed him through his shirt, then unbuttoned it and put her lips on his nipples. "You're going to get some loving now, though. Not just on your chest, either."
"Right on," cried Bo, beginning to show beads of sweat on his brow as he steered the van down the road.
She squirmed sideways with her torso, leaving her bottom flat on the seat so Red Dog could keep up his part of the weirdly staged threesome. She unzipped Bo's pants and put her hand in.
"Ah," he sighed, "that's it, baby. That's what I've been waiting for. Watching him work on your pussy was getting me horny as hell. Be good to me down there, will you?"
Red Dog crouched forward and kissed her breasts, going back and forth from one to the other as he moved his hand into her pubic area. "Yeah, give Bo a good time down there. I just been teasing you so far, but now I'm going to give you something to really dig on."
She looked at his red head working on her breasts and wriggled her buttocks in joy as she felt his fingers thread through her pubic curls toward the moist lips below.
"Ummm," she said, "don't worry, I will. Just keep up what you're doing on my pussy. Before you're through, I want that juicy prick of yours up it too!"
Then she turned her head and looked at the erect organ in her hands. She peeled the foreskin slowly back, gazing with desire on the red, shiny head of it, then dropped her lips to it.
"Um... ungh!" exclaimed Bo, reacting to the wonderful feeling of her wet mouth on his stiff organ. In his excitement he twisted the wheel sideways a bit and the van leaped over the white line.
"Take it easy, you fucker!" cried Red Dog.
Bo brought the vehicle back into its lane and wiped the sweat off his brow. "No sweat," he said. "I had control."
Red Dog had his fingers on the girl's opening now. He gently manipulated the tender red lips and said, "right here's what I want control of. I want to get this sweet pussy so damned hot that when I slip my cock inside she puts a fucking stranglehold on it!"
Bo had his mouth open and was breathing hard. "You must be jazzing her pretty good," he said. "She sure is giving me good head."
Becky had taken the red glans inside her mouth and was applying her lips to it hungrily. The taste was almost as exciting to her as the feel of it, she decided. With loving care, she began tracing the tip of her tongue around the edge of the glans and blowing hot air on it as she exhaled. From time to time she put the tip of her tongue over the tiny hole in the center. Sometimes when Red Dog made a particularly pleasing contact in the heated folds of her aroused cunt, she was moved to suck and kiss Bo's penis with even greater enthusiasm.
Red Dog opened the plushy slit with his fingertips and carefully inserted his forefinger far into her vagina. "God damn, Bo, you ought to see this. She's so fucking wet I bet she could take us both on, one right after the other, if you weren't driving."
Bo's Adam's apple bobbed. He could do without talk like that. It was difficult enough keeping his mind on the road with Becky's mouth on his penis, much less thinking about burying the thing in her hot pussy. He shifted his sweaty hands on the wheel.
"I'll have to leave that up to you, buddy," he told Red Dog. "We're out of our minds to even try this much of a threesome."
Just then Becky grasped his testicles and applied an especially exciting bit of suction on his penis. He gasped in pleasure and let the wheel spin from his hands again. The van was just topping a hill so he was entirely unprepared for the big semi-trailer truck that loomed up suddenly right in front of them.
"Yikes!" he yelled, grabbing the wheel back and swerving just in time to avoid a head-on collision.
He was scared so bad that his penis fell to a half erection in Becky's mouth. She jerked her head up to see what was going on. Although Red Dog's face turned toward her breasts at the time and his mouth was busy on a nipple, he felt the van's sudden side motion and jerked his head up at the same time Becky did.
"Now what?" he complained. Then he looked out the rear window and saw the back end of the truck. "Jesus Christ, a big semi!" he yelled. "What did you do, almost lock horns with him?"
Before he answered, Becky spoke up. "Whatever he did must have scared him to death-his cock went limp as a noodle in my mouth. I thought I was losing my touch."
Bo sheepishly admitted that he'd let his hands slip again, but promised he'd absolutely keep it from happening anymore. He was over the shock of seeing the truck coming at them and his penis was already swelling back up on the girl's hands.
"We didn't lock horns with it," he said, "but you should have seen the look on the driver's face when he looked down from that high truck seat and saw us. His jaw fell down like an elevator."
Red Dog and Becky burst into laughter. The thought of the truck driver seeing a VW van coming straight at him on the wrong side of the road with a hot threesome going on in the front seat was too much.
"Okay, lover," said Becky, "if you're sure you can handle it, I'm going back where I was."
"Ditto," said Red Dog, lowering his body to the naked curves of her soft flesh and inserting his fingers in her vulva once again.
He stimulated it slowly and affectionately, gradually raising her temperature to the boiling point.
"Now you're gonna get it, baby!" he cried, and plunged the head of his excited penis into contact with her wet organs. At first he only allowed the head of it to go in, but after a few second's hesitation he applied his power and sent the entire shaft deep inside.
"Mmmmff!" came Becky, from between Bo's legs.
She was so excited by his entry that she went after Bo's penis with renewed vigor, lapping it and slurping it as though it were ice cream about to melt. Bo felt the blood rush to his loins and knew it wouldn't be long before he ejaculated, but this time he managed to control the van. The sweat poured off his forehead and his hands gripped the wheel.
Red Dog was strong inside her, but tender and loving. He jammed his organ deeper and kissed her naked, moist breasts at the same time. He ran his hands down the lengths of her lovely legs from thighs to ankles and back again. Then he threw his arms around her neck and applied his penis more and more rapidly. He kept up the accelerated pace for as long as he could, then gritted his teeth and slammed it into her at the peak of his excitement. She felt her hot canal receive his thick, warm semen and was spurred to new heights.
She rammed her buttocks up and down in the seat and refused to let his penis go. She sucked on the penis in her mouth for dear life, then the hot cyclone of an orgasm flooded her organs. She whimpered and dropped her head into Bo's lap, satisfied and exhausted.
Red Dog got off and slid over to his side of the seat again. Even though he had just had a tremendous climax, it was still stimulating to look at the naked, sperm-damp lips between the girl's rosy loins.
Bo was wiping his penis with his hand. He asked for a tissue and Red Dog tossed him one from the glove compartment.
"You came too?" said Red Dog. "Becky must have given you a pretty good suck job, huh?"
Becky raised her head from his lap and answered before Bo had a chance to open his mouth. "He came before either one of us did," she said. "I had my mouth full of come before I had any in my pussy."
"You were really going to town on me," said Bo, "I know that. And being able to look down and watch you while Red Dog fucked you made me come just that much faster."
Becky gave him a kiss, momentarily blocking his view of the road again. Red Dog yelled, "Easy, love. Watch out!"
She moved back to the middle of the seat and started wiping her vagina with a tissue. "Guess I blocked your view," she said to Bo. "It'd be a darn shame to make us have a wreck just from kissing you when we managed to keep from it while we were all fucking."
"There was another car we met while you guys were going at it," Bo revealed. "It was three old women. Man, you should have seen the looks on their faces! They weren't as high off the road as the truck driver so they didn't get as much of an eyeful as he did, but they could see the top of Becky's head in my lap and your ass going up and down as you socked it to her."
They all laughed and Red Dog said, "That's definitely the weirdest place I've ever balled a chick."
Becky sat quietly but her head was swelling as she listened to them. She was proud of the fact that she had thought of it. Her concern over convincing them that she was "hip" was vanishing. Every day she was in their company, she felt they were accepting her more and more as being one of them. It's going to be great to reach California, she thought. Wonder what Dad and Mom think about me splitting from home? Maybe now they're sorry they were after me all the time about not wearing a bra and wanting to stay out late once in a while.
They drove for several miles without talking much. The sex bout made them pretty satisfied and content. They passed through a small junction west of a little town in the mountains and saw two Negro hitchhikers thumbing for a ride. They appeared to be in their late teens or early twenties, and both sported big naturals.
"Let's stop and give them a lift," said Bo, pulling the van to the side of the road.
"Okay," agreed Red Dog, "they look groovy."
Becky slid over the seat into the back and started to put her clothes on. "Wait a sec," she cried. "I'm naked, remember? It might freak them out."
"Don't bother putting all your clothes on," said Red Dog. "There isn't time. Just toss that poncho over you -it covers enough?'
The van stopped and the couple piled into the back with Becky. "Thanks a lot, man," said the girl. "We been waiting there quite a while."
"Yeah," said the man. He said their names were Mike and Wendy and they were going to the next big town.
Red Dog introduced Becky and Bo to them and looked at the map. "It's about seventy-five miles," he told the couple, "and we're going right through it. You're welcome to ride all the way."
"Groovy!" exclaimed Mike.
He and Wendy settled back against the wall and started chatting with Becky. Red Dog couldn't keep his eyes off the girl. She was a shade or two darker than the man, and was tall, with a fine figure. The pants suit she was wearing was well tailored to her body, allowing him to take close notice of her large, high-set breasts and narrow waist. Her long legs were crossed and she was wearing a pair of leather boots.
Soon Mike drifted up to the front of the van and sat behind the seat talking to Red Dog. He was about the same height as Bo and was dressed in bucksin pants and vest with a white shirt.
"Hey, man," he said after getting to know Red Dog, "I been noticing you digging on Wendy."
Red Dog thought he had taken offense and started to apologize, but the black man continued, "No, that's cool. We travel together but we aren't on a possession trip with each other. I can tell you dig her looks. If she digs you, feel free."
Red Dog thanked him and whispered what he'd said to Bo. Then he asked Mike if he was attracted by Becky.
"Yeah," he said, "she looks fine. I haven't had me a white chick in a long time, either. Much less a groovy-looking blonde. What's your scene?"
Red Dog explained that they weren't beholden to each other either and that he was welcome to whatever he could get Becky to do. Mike asked Red Dog whether Becky had ever been with a black man and Red Dog said he didn't know, that they'd only been together for a few days. Mike volunteered that he knew Wendy didn't have any racial prejudice and said Red Dog was welcome to try his luck with her.
"She don't even have any sex prejudice, man," Mike went on.
"I didn't really expect that she would," said Red Dog. "All chicks like to screw if they'd just admit it. As much as guys do."
"No, that's not what I mean," said Mike. "What I mean is that she digs chicks as much as dudes-sometimes I think she digs them more!"
"Really?" said Red Dog, more interested in her now than ever. "Wow-I guess me and Bo might have some competition from Becky for her then, huh?"
Mike said, "Yeah, you sure will. This morning when we were balling, she said it'd been a long time since she'd been with a chick and that she sure would like to have one for a change."
"If she wants to make it with Becky, Bo and I won't step in the way any more than if she wanted to make it with you. It'd be a groove if they'd let us watch! I don't think Becky's ever made it with another chick before. If she did she's never mentioned it to me and Bo," Red Dog explained.
Becky had kept quiet about the night when she had sex with Ringo and Connie back at the camp. She didn't want her two traveling companions to know about losing her virginity to Ringo after telling them differently.
"Look," said Red Dog to Mike, "they sure are sitting close together and doing a lot of quiet talking. Maybe Wendy's putting the make on her. She sure is cute. I'd really like to ball her myself but I have to admit it'd be damn near as good to just watch the two of them go at it back there."
The girls had struck up a warm acquaintanceship in the time the men had been talking with each other up front. First they started talking about clothes when Becky complimented Wendy on her outfit. Then Wendy asked about what Becky was wearing-the poncho. Becky admitted that she had been stark naked before stopping to pick them up, and that she had just tossed on the poncho so she wouldn't offend them.
Wendy giggled. "It sure wouldn't have offended us to get in and find you naked. We run around bareassed whenever we get the chance ourselves. 'Course, Mike might have got a hard on from seeing you, but that's cool. He gets hard pretty easy."
She went on to explain that the two of them were close friends but laid no claim to each other sexually. Becky told her that her relationship with Bo and Red Dog was the same. She said that if one of them turned her on, she was welcome to do whatever she wanted with him.
"Can I tell you a secret?" said the black girl. "I been getting wet between the legs ever since I got in."
"Really?" responded Becky. "Which one turns you on, Bo or Red Dog? They're both groovy dudes and I'm sure they both would dig on you if you gave them the chance."
"Well," Wendy slowly began, "they both turn me on some. It's about even, I guess. But that's not why I been getting wet in the pussy. You asked me, so I got to tell it like it is-you turn me on more than either one of them."
"Aw," chided Becky. "What do you mean?" Actually, she had noticed that Wendy had looked her over kind of funny every once in a while. It had occurred to her that she just might possibly be interested in her more than just as a person to chat with, but she felt like playing a little coy.
Wendy smiled at her. "You're putting me on if you claim you really don't know what I mean," she said. "But just in case you've never heard of it before, there are chicks who dig other chicks. Like in bed."
Now that she had forced the girl to lay it on the line, she lowered her defense a little. "Oh, sure," she said, "I'm hip to that. And if you're serious, I'm complimented that you're turned on by me. But you and Mike-don't you make it with each other?"
"Sure we do," responded the black girl. "But that don't mean anything. I'm bi, honey. I swing both ways, you dig?"
On impulse, Becky leaned forward and said, "C'mere, I want to whisper something to you." It really wasn't necessary to whisper anything because the boys up front couldn't hear what they were saying that far away. Unconsciously, Becky simply wanted make physical contact with the girl. She was indulging her own recently discovered interest in other females.
Wendy leaned over and Becky put her lips to her ear. "I've made it with a chick, too, once in my life. But that's all. I... I don't really know how to exactly start things off though. I'd rather have it done to me- you know, like having a guy do it."
As she whispered into the black girl's ear, her poncho sagged open and displayed a generous portion of her lily-white breast as well as a long expanse of her long, curvaceous thigh. Wendy didn't miss one square inch of what she showed. She scooted side to side with Becky on the pretense that whispering wouldn't be necessary if they were closer together and Becky felt a warmth rise in her stomach at the casual touch of her velvety leg.
Wendy's eyes sparkled with interest. "You been turned on by the chick just once before? Then you're damned near a virgin as far as other females go, aren't you? Groovy! It'll be more fun this way."
"What?" posed Becky, attempting complete innocence but not quite bringing it off.
"This, Becky," said Wendy, slipping an arm around her neck and pulling her close. She put her lips to Becky's ear, but instead of whispering to her, she delicately placed her tongue in the shell of her ear and proceeded to lick her and blow into it. Becky felt a chill pass up her spine and she let out a little sigh.
"And this," added Wendy, slipping a hand under the poncho and running it up the smooth skin of her side. When she reached Becky's underarm she let her exploring hand slide around to her back and then on down to the bare cheek of her firm buttock.
"Oh... oh, Wendy, wait," said Becky in a small, breathless voice, "the boys will see."
Wendy was overjoyed that her only protest was someone else seeing them. It was the same as admitting she liked what had just been done to her and would like something more intimate even better.
"Let's scoot over behind that big trunk, then," she suggested, "if that'll make you feel any better. I don't know about your men, but Mike would love to watch anyway."
Becky was pretty sure Bo and Red Dog would too, but she didn't want to let them. Not at first, anyway. The two girls slid behind the trunk and Becky quickly felt both of Wendy's hands underneath the poncho. Then she opened her mouth to her and accepted the girl's energetic tongue with rising desire.