Chapter 5
Laura rolled onto her stomach and let the sun lamp do its work on her back. Bob had installed it in the sleeping compartment for her. She really enjoyed it, and it helped pass the time. Now and then she got bored sitting in the cab, especially with Bob acting the way he had been since they left Chicago three days ago. He was friendly, but it just seemed like he was a little distant and didn't talk as much as he used to. Something apparently was bothering him.
Was it Chicago? Chicago . . . even now she couldn't believe how she had behaved, fucking and sucking everyone in sight, male and female. She had even made a pilgrimage to Buddha! She smiled, thinking of how Goscini's hard little prick had flopped around in her mouth. But the sober thoughts returned. Her body had gotten completely out of control. The lust-filled situation had taken over her senses entirely. She didn't like the feeling of insecurity that gave her. It was too scary. She had enjoyed it, there was no denying that-her body wouldn't let her-but from now on she was determined not to lose control of herself again. She would dominate the situation instead of letting it dictate to her.
The vibrations coming through the truck from the pavement felt good. The front of her body was getting a gentle massage. If only Bob would loosen up again. He hadn't touched her since they had left the windy city. A wicked thought flashed through her mind. She slid the door to the cab open and tumbled onto the seat, bare-ass naked. The bright sunshine almost blinded her. "What the hell?" Bob blurted. "Mister, mister, I've lost my snake! Have you seen him? Can you help me find him?" she cried in a little girl voice. She pretended to be searching the floorboards, from one side to the driver's side. "Migod, Laura! What the hell are you doing?" "Just looking for my snake, mister."
She looked between his legs and grabbed his crotch with one hand. The truck swerved a little and then straightened.
"You better stop that!"
"There you are, you little pet! Hiding from me."
"Dammit, Laura, I can't stop this thing on this grade!"
She lowered his zipper and quickly pulled out his slumbering giant cock.
"Now I've got you, you bad little thing. Come to mama."
She stretched her body out on the seat and patted and caressed his velvet shaft as if it really were a pet. She wet her lips and kissed the capped head, running her tongue between the glans and the fold of flesh. The giant was coming to life, throbbing and growing before her eyes. Veins were pulsing with hot blood. She quickly took the head in her mouth, feeling the skin pulling back from the rapidly swelling knob. Relax! Relax! she thought and lowered her head again.
One third of his now-hard cock was in her mouth and poking into her throat. Someday she'd be able to take all of it and really blow his mind. She sucked as hard as she could, her cheeks collapsing around the rigid pole. The fingers of one hand scratched into the thick hair at its base, while the other hand jammed its way into his pants and rolled his balls gently. She moved her head up and down, sucking on the up-stroke, and wiping her tongue around it as much as she could on the down-stroke, in a steady fucking rhythm.
She felt the bumps as the truck slowed and left the pavement. Then it stopped, the motor idling, vibrating the cab.
Bob slumped down into the seat. "All right, you hot-blooded little cocksucker, just go to it," he laughed.
She increased the speed of her oral fucking and jacked the shaft up and down with both hands, in perfect unison with her head movements.
"Oh, shit, Laura, that feels good! Your mouth is so wet and warm. I want to come in it."
She wanted him to come in her mouth, too. She wanted to taste and feel his love cream. His hands slid down her back and parted the soft balls of her ass, searching. She got to her knees, giving him access to her pulsing cunt. Any trucker going by could see her, but she didn't care. It wouldn't be long now. A stiff finger penetrated her cunt, immediately ramming in and out in time with the mouth-fucking cock. It felt wonderful!
The giant she had captured was twitching and throbbing like mad in the confined space of her mouth. It was all she could do to keep it where she wanted it.
"Suck, suck, suck, baby! It's coming!" he groaned.
She lost it on an up-stroke, and the pearly come erupted into the air. She jammed it back into her mouth, catching the remaining gushes down her gulping throat. It was warm and salty, with an acidy tinge. She felt her own orgasm rumbling up from his finger fucking and moaned around the still jerking cock.
A passing truck whooshed by.
"Hey, eighteen-wheeler! You broke down?" The CB barked to life, chasing the static away.
"Naw, I'm just doing a little homework," Bob barked into the microphone.
Laura almost choked, trying to keep from laughing as the dying spurts of his come still filled her mouth.
"Ten-four on the homework. You got a nice lookin' seat cover there, good buddy."
"That's a big ten-four. Hope you find you some. We gone."
She could hold it back no longer. Laura collapsed on the seat, still fondling the now gentle cock and laughed, hurting her already aching jaws. Bob joined her, his hand tenderly patting her rump. * * * It was cool and drizzling rain when they drove into Seattle. Laura was enthralled by the lush green growth that flew past. It was so different from the Texas country where she had been raised. She smiled. She was quite a different person from that shy girl, too.
"After the best seafood dinner you've ever had, we're going to a fund-raising ball," Bob said.
"A what?"
"A dance to raise money for charity."
"That sounds like a lot of fun."
"By now you should know it will be," he chuckled. "It's a private party."
She leaned back, enjoying the sights and looking ahead to the evening.
Later, Laura slipped the yellow dress down over the pale yellow half-bra and bikini panties, noticing how much darker it made her light tan appear. She quickly applied her make-up. Bob was ready and waiting. The dress felt snug. She must have gained some weight. Her tits did feel a little heavier, and her face had filled out. Her lips were fuller and more sensual. The dark eyeliner made her green eyes look mysterious with promise. Damn, she looked pretty sexy even to herself! She fluffed the feathery dark clouds around her head and hurried out. She was suddenly hungry. * * * The dinner had been all that Bob had promised. The waterfront restaurant had been crowded, loaded with a marine atmosphere. Bob had been open and talkative throughout dinner. She patted her full stomach, thinking of another kind of hunger as the taxi pulled up to a narrow three-story house.
A tall, serious-looking man took Bob's name at the door and checked it against a list.
"Yes, here you are, Mr. Jackson," he said. He handed Bob a slip of paper which found its way into her purse.
She could hear soft music coming from the double doors they were approaching. Another grave-looking man admitted them. They walked into the long, narrow room. Four large chandeliers lit the scene, reflecting in dozens of mirrors hung along the walls. People dressed in evening attire almost filled the room. Some were dancing at the far end, where a small band played in front of a large window. Drinks were being dispensed by two uniformed maids from behind a long table.
Bob took her straight to the dance floor. He had become quiet again during the taxi ride and now said nothing as he whirled her around the floor. Soon a stranger cut in, and Bob gave her a weak smile as he walked away. The man holding her was tall and rugged-looking. She guessed he must have been in his forties. His salt-and-pepper hair was cut to a fashionable length, curving down around his ears. When their bodies brushed, she knew he kept himself in shape, as his body was firm and muscular. He kept her distracted with small talk, but she noticed Bob dancing with a busty brunette.
For the next hour, Laura was kept busy dancing, drinking and enjoying compliments from her partners. They were all polite and correct with her.
The song ended and she was surprised to see the musicians pack up their instruments when the applause died away. Her current partner led her to the bar. She searched for Bob, but couldn't locate him before a tinkling bell caught her attention.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to start the auction to raise funds for charity."
A smiling, tuxedoed man was standing on a low square table. Laura let the man at her elbow lead her, joining the people gathering around the speaker.
"Each of you ladies have a ticket with a number on it, and will please step up here and display the item to be auctioned when your number is called."
Laura retrieved the piece of paper from her purse. Why wasn't Bob beside her? Charity was okay, but this was a drag. Maybe he was arranging with another couple to meet later. The thought excited her and she turned back to the table.
"Since some of you ladies haven't been with us before, a lady who has attended often has volunteered to demonstrate how the item should be displayed. Georgia?"
The big-titted brunette Bob had been dancing with stepped up onto the table. Laura felt herself pulled along as the people crowded closer. What was happening? All the lights dimmed except for the chandelier above the table.
The brunette reached up to her neck and pulled downward, opening a slit in her gown that ran clear to the bottom of her rib cage. Women gasped in surprise as Georgia pulled the opening into a diamond shape and hooked the material on either side of her large, milky-white breasts. She stood straight, the globes of her tits jiggling, her hands on her hips. The fingers began bunching up her dress, higher and higher, revealing full thighs sheathed in nylon, and higher, until it was around her waist, exposing the crotchless pantyhose and her brown-furred cunt. The lips pouted out, squeezed by the nylon.
The bidding commenced as the smiling brunette slowly rearranged her clothing. It was over quickly. The successful bidder reached up to help his prize down. It was Bob. His tight pants sure weren't hiding his erection. Laura felt anger, knowing there was no reason for it. They had no strings on each other. It was replaced by anxiety as she heard her number being called.
She stepped up on the table, watching Bob and Georgia walk out of the room, her arm around his waist, his hand resting right in the middle of her swaying ass. Fuck him! It flashed across her mind and was gone. She faced the circle of men and women and with trembling fingers undid the snap and zipper at her back. She was going to expose herself to almost total strangers. The top of her dress fell to her waist. She felt them staring at the curves of her tanned breasts rising out of the pale yellow cups. She knew they could see part of the dark pink orbs that tipped them. Well, she'd show them some more.
She bent at the waist, letting them see her hanging cleavage as she grabbed the hem of her dress and straightened up. The material was now up around her waist. She let them stare at the black triangle of cunt hair through the sheer nylon. In spite of her effort to control it, she felt the dampness in her cunt. With both hands, she slowly rolled the panties down to just below her rapidly warming pussy.
"Since this is a new item being displayed, would anyone care to examine it closer before we start the bidding?"
Laura closed her eyes, concentrating on her resolution to control herself and the situation, but the picture that she made standing there, half-undressed in front of those people, kept intruding. A soft hand touched one of her thighs very lightly, making her tremble. It feathered up and brushed her black, curly thatch. Just that touch set nerves tingling. She almost jumped when the finger inserted itself between the moist cunt lips. Another hand caressed her tense buttocks.
The finger in front slid down and suddenly plunged into her cunt to the knuckle. A small panic gripped her and her eyes flew open. She looked into the eyes of the salt-and-pepper haired man. That was his finger in her cunt! His desire for her was written all over his face. He returned her stare as he slowly pulled his finger out of her warm, damp tunnel. Her hips jerked involuntarily as it withdrew.
Lust-filled gazes that she could feel flickered up at her as hoarse voices began bidding for her body. She was almost in a daze as she hid her charms again. She heard voices, but the numbers didn't register. Fighting to maintain control, she stood quietly waiting. Then it was over, and she was glad for the hand helping her down. It was the salt-and-pepper man!
"Shall we go?" he asked, smiling.
"Yes," she whispered.
"This way."
His hand was at her elbow. He was still very polite in spite of the hard-on she could plainly see, and the fact that he'd just had his finger in her moist tunnel. Then another hand landed on her hip. She looked around and saw another, smaller man walking beside her.
"Two of you?"
"We both wanted you so badly that we joined forces to ensure that nobody could outbid us," salt-and-pepper answered. "I'm Richard Wylie, and that's Craig Stephenson."
Craig ran his hand down over her soft ass.
"You're the sexiest little thing I've seen in a long time," he said.
"I'm flattered that you think so," she managed.
The thought of making it with these two men was turning her on. Craig was a young redhead with tight, curly hair and freckles sprinkled over his smiling face.
They guided her up the stairs and down a long hall. The two men followed her into the dimly lit bedroom. A king-sized bed was in the middle of the floor. A cabinet against one wall completed the simple furnishings. Soft music was coming from somewhere.
Richard took her in his arms, pressing his hot mouth against her open, full lips, his tongue probing her oral cavity. His hands pulled her tight to his tall, muscular body. She could feel his cock throbbing against her stomach through the clothing. Her passion flared up and she moved her pelvis from side to side, making his prick roll with her. One of his hands slipped between them and cupped a sensitive tit.
She felt the back of her dress being raised. Craig's hands pulled her panties down around her knees and alternately caressed and kneaded the soft, brown globes of her ass. His fingers pushed between the quivering spheres and pressed against her puckered anus. His mouth was sucking on her neck. Richard's tongue was still exploring her slack-jawed mouth.
She had to do something before she lost control again. Breathing heavily, she pushed Richard back and stepped aside. She turned to face the two men. Their stiff cocks were raging to be set free. Her sex mound was throbbing in anticipation.
"Okay, you hot studs, let's get a little organized here," she said huskily. "First thing to do is get these damned clothes off."
She stepped out of her panties and unzipped her dress as the men quickly stripped. In a moment her bra joined her dress on the floor. She stood naked before them as they finished undressing, not taking their eyes from her light brown body. Richard's prick was a good size, not as big as Bob's, but it would be enough to satisfy her, as hot as she was now. Craig's was even smaller, a throbbing wand sticking out of a red bush. She wondered how far she could control things.
"Okay, baby, let's fuck!" Craig croaked.
"Wait! I'd really like to go down on those lovely pricks."
"Goddamn! You're too much!" Richard said.
"Just get on the bed and we'll find out. I want to suck some cock."
She joined them on the bed, moving between them and facing their feet. She knelt down and took a swollen cock in each hand. She slowly massaged the tender skin of each shaft up and down. She had two men under her hands, waiting for the pleasure she could give them. She kissed the broad, red head of Richard's cock with soft, wet lips, flicking the tip of her tongue against the pinhole opening, lapping up the small clear drop of pre-seminal fluid. She deserted the big cock and turned to the smaller one. Her tongue trailed wet paths up and down its length, over the bulging veins and the engorged glans. Her hand was moving up and down Richard's hard tool.
Craig's hips jerked up. "Suck it, baby! That's good, but suck it!" he urged.
She paused, smiled to herself, then opened her mouth wide and plunged down, sinking the red head and shaft completely in her warm, wet mouth.
She had it all. Her nose was being tickled by his curly, red pubic hair. If only she could do this to Bob! Maybe, someday.
She immediately began raising and lowering her head, sucking on the upward motion and blowing and licking on the downward thrust. She moved her head in tight little circles, twisting and pulling on his throbbing, sensitive cockskin. She was fucking him with her mouth as fast as hard as she could, trying to drive him to orgasm.
His hips fucked back up at her, bouncing to meet her belly-bound lunges.
"Shit, you sweet little cunt! You really know how to suck cock! That's really great!" he groaned.
Richard's cock was throbbing hard in her hand, which kept moving up and down in time with the fucking motions of her head. She felt Craig's cock swell even more in her sucking mouth and knew he would come soon. It jerked once, then spewed out his load of hot cream. She took the first blast in her mouth and quickly shifted her oral attention to Richard's red hot poker, leaving Craig spurting into the air, still agitated by her masturbating hand.
She slipped her lips around Richard's suffering glans, letting his cock slide into her come-slippery mouth. This seemed to really ignite him. He started bucking up at her as if he were trying to drive his shaft clear through the back of her head. She found that she could take it all, letting it glide in and out without choking, sucking and licking when she could against his hard strokes.
A hand was pushing between her quivering ass cheeks. She spread her thighs, not caring whose hand it was. A finger thrust rudely into her humid sex cave, twisting and turning and poking. Another finger joined it and they started fucking in and out of her increasingly wet tunnel. Fingers were milking and squeezing down on one of her hanging, hobbling tits, tweaking the stiff nipple at the end of each stroke.
Richard was fucking her mouth in short, hard, fast strokes. Suddenly he heaved up into an arch, his tense buttocks straining.
"Here it comes, Laura! Take it all! Swallow it!" he groaned.
She took it all, gulping as fast as she could as the first heavy spurts shot into her throat. She sucked the madly throbbing cock as the jets slowly lessened and trickled to nothing. She slowly took her mouth from the deflated cock, squeezing it with her lips as she left.
Both men were still, breathing hard, their limp, wet cocks lying dead between their thighs. Her pussy was throbbing and wet, the heaviness growing deep in her loins. The fingers were still buried in her love slot, adding to her lust.
She wondered if they would do as she commanded.
"I'm really hot for some fucking now, but since it looks like neither one of you studs is in any condition to do that, how about someday going down on me?" she crooned.
They both moved to change position, and she knew that she had herself, and the situation, under control. She would get what she wanted, when she wanted it and how she wanted it.
"Oops! Craig first. Richard, you can fuck my tits if you like," she said.
Craig quickly crawled between her open thighs and started kissing up and down the hairy, swollen slit. Richard straddled her chest, positioning his cock between the soft pyramids of tit flesh. She pushed her tits together, imprisoning the tired warrior. He began moving, his limp cock being rubbed by the sweet friction of her soft tits.
Craig's fingers spread the petals of her cunt. She opened her thighs wider and tilted her pelvis up at his face. His tongue jabbed into her hot hole several times and then licked up and down her wide-open pussy. She sighed at the pleasure his stiff, wet oral probe was giving her. It flicked once, twice against her hardened clit, laved down into her open cunt entrance, out and down to her little anus. It licked around the tight opening gently, then the tip inserted itself just a little into her asshole. She felt her muscles contract as if they were trying to break off the questing tip of his tongue. She marveled at the intensity of the feeling. Then the tongue continued its journey up into her honey pot, out and up to her throbbing clit, and down again. She jumped each time it struck her rear opening.
Richard's cock was growing between her tits, right in front of her face. It was almost in full erection again. She craned her neck forward, licking out at the swelling heat when it came near.
Craig's tongue had lit the fires in her cunt. She wanted some hard, man meat in there, fucking the daylights out of her.
"Richard, I want you to stick that big cock in me! Now, now! Fuck me!" she moaned.
As Craig moved out of the vee of her thighs, Richard slid down her body, his hard cock slipping down across her slightly rounded belly and through the wet hair of her cunt. He got between her legs, looking down at her hot, gaping cunt. Staring at what he was doing, he took his pole in hand and bent it down.
Laura lifted her hips to meet him and moaned loudly as she felt the blunt head part her swollen folds of flesh and glide into her velvet sheath, drilling down, seeking the bottom of her cunt well.
"Damn! What a tight little pussy!" he gasped.
His probe struck her cervix and remained motionless, filling her, throbbing, the strong pulse countering her own. His hands covered her heaving tits, mashing and rolling them from side to side. He curled his body down and replaced one hand with his sucking mouth.
"K-rist!" Craig groaned.
Laura looked to see him standing by the bed, watching. His cock still hung down between his thighs. She motioned for him to come near.
When he was close enough, she reached out and pulled him closer by his soft handle. She guided the wilted weapon into her mouth, washing it with her saliva and her tongue, sucking it all in.
Richard began fucking in and out in long, gentle strokes, his shaft plowing in and out of her wet, clinging cunt in a steady rhythm. His pubic bone thudded against the pad of hers with each plunge, banging against the nub of her clit.
Craig's cock was growing rapidly in her mouth, lengthening and swelling, beating with a renewed vigor as he levered his hips back and forth.
The image of the brunette fucking three men at one time flashed through her mind, followed by the picture of Joyce, with Bob's gigantic cock stuck up her asshole. She wanted to try it, wanted to feel two pricks inside of her body at the same time.
She pulled her head back, leaving Craig's cock plugging into empty air through the circle of her fingers.
"Roll over, Richard. Get me on top!" she pleaded, almost having to grunt it out. His steel-hard cock was ramming in and out of her with greater force.
She held on tightly as he went through the maneuver, leaving her astride his middle, split by his still thrusting sex digit.
"Craig," she called. "Would you like to stick your cock up my ass?"
"Hot damn! Would I!" he exclaimed.
"You've got to be careful. I've never had it that way before."
"Well, well! A brown-eyed cherry. I know how to take care of that."
She watched him walk over to the cabinet, get something out and return to the bed. He dipped his fingers into a jar and smeared a thick ointment over the head and shaft of his jutting cock. She lost sight of him when he climbed up on the bed behind her.
His thumbs slipped between the tense cheeks of her ass, trying to spread them open. Richard was motionless, waiting, his cock deep inside her belly, throbbing and flexing.
She willed herself to relax, feeling the globes of her buttocks soften and spread under the pressure of Craig's thumbs. The touch of his wet tongue reaming around the puckered, little circle of her asshole sent chills up her spine. The asshole muscles tightened hard.
She concentrated and forced the muscle to relax again as his tongue entered her anus and moved from side to side in her rectum. Just the mass of that small probe sent waves of vibrations flowing through her body. She didn't know if she could stand his prick up there.
The tongue was replaced by a lubricated finger before the ring of muscle could contract. It pushed into her rectum slowly, aided by the lubricating ointment. It pushed back and forth, gently, pulling and pushing soft, sensitive tissue with it, expanding and relaxing her rear tunnel, preparing it for the hard cock that she knew would follow.
Anticipation flamed up in her. She humped her ass back at the reaming finger, making her clasping cunt move along the hard, male cock it held.
"Put it in! Stuff your cock up my ass! I want to feel it inside me!" she pleaded.
Her tits mashed and rubbed against Richard's hairy chest. His fingers dug into her asscheeks, helping to keep them spread open. The finger popped out. The slippery head of Craig's cock pressed against the closed hole and pushed. She felt the pressure growing as he pushed harder, slowly increasing the force behind his thrust.
Relax! Relax! She kept the word in front of her mind's eye. Laura felt the ring of muscle giving way to the invader. Suddenly the round head slipped into her rectal gates and stopped just past the stretched hole.
It felt huge to her, much bigger than she had imagined it would. Then it was forcing its way deeper into her bowels, slowly forcing the channel to expand and accept it. Slowly, slowly, deeper and deeper. She groaned as it jammed into her back passage. It was filling her. She could feel its movement in her already stuffed pussy through the thin wall separating the two channels. Finally it was all inside, his balls resting against that little space between the two buried cocks.
"Motherfucker! I've never been in anything so damned tight in my life! Front, back, or anywhere else!" Craig groaned.
The two, motionless pricks throbbing inside of her were driving Laura crazy with lust.
"Fuck me, will you?" Just fuck me!" she cried.
The greased rod in her ass began sliding in and out of the tightly squeezing tunnel. The bigger cock in her juiced-up pussy began moving. Soon they settled into a steady, alternating rhythm: Craig's cock going in as Richard's was coming out. Slam-slam-slam, into her quaking body they pounded. The double fuck was sending bolts of white heat from her lower body straight up to her brain. She couldn't move. Craig's hands were wrapped around her hips, pulling himself into her asshole as much as he was pushing. Her ass and cunt were being pounded and plowed.
She gasped for air and reached for Richard's face. She glued her mouth to his and sent her tongue into mortal combat with his, back and forth from mouth to mouth, whirling, licking and sucking. She shuddered through an orgasm that quickly faded as the ravaging shafts started driving her toward another one. They were moving faster and faster in shorter strokes, her cunt slurping and milking around the long plunging cock, her rear tunnel pressuring the smaller cock like a too-small glove.
Both men were grunting like wild animals as they jack-hammered in and out of her soft, willing body, faster and faster. Her ass was buffeted by the double blows. Sweat-drenched flesh slapped together again, again, again. A tremendous pressure was building in her loins. The orgasm to end all orgasms was coming on. Her scalp was tingling. Goosebumps rippled up and down her skin. It seemed as if her whole belly was ready to burst open. She was suffocating. It was there!
"I'm commmiinng! Come, come, come! Drown my pussy! Fill my asshole, pleeassse!" she screamed.
The tidal waves of a convulsing orgasm ripped through her again and again, leaving her wracked by great shudders in the grip of the two madly fucking men.
The cock in her pulverized cunt exploded, shooting great jets of come that swirled around her tender cervix and coated the stretched, raw cuntal walls as it oozed down the jerking pole. Her rectal sheath was showered by great blasts of come that lubricated it even more for the still plunging, but deflating organ it held. The two men were jerking in spasms at her now helpless, collapsed body. They groaned their satisfaction.
Craig's limp cock slowly pulled out of her and he fell on the bed beside them. Laura was on Richard's heaving chest, his cock still in the come-soaked well of her cunt. She tried to fight the haze and catch her breath, but it was just too much effort. She relaxed, surrendering to the gentle tides that were still rippling through her.