Chapter 10

I thought I'd seen the last and the best of the Maxwell girls the night I fucked Beth Annis at her favorite motel, but I didn't know then what the future held for me. I don't know what I would have done to hurry things up if I had, but I would have done something.

Classes were just about out for the year, so I was worrying less about my homework and more about my track time. A lot of quarterbacks have weak knees, but not Rodney Linker! When I wasn't playing football, there were plenty of other sports I could get into, like track. I did a passable quarter-mile and a fair low hurdles. But not good enough, which was why I was running around the track long after everyone else had gone back to their dorms. That was where crazy, horny Beth found me.

"Hi!" she called and waved at me from the walkway as I was half-way around the oval. I looked back over my shoulder and tripped over a hurdle. I was really surprised.

"Beth!" I returned and started to jog back toward her. "How they hangin', kid?" I should have known better than to ask her that, though-she pulled her blouse open and showed me. They were hanging fine-as I got closer I could see that her nipples were standing up with thirty feet between us.

"Hi, Rod," she said again when I reached her and held ; her arms open for me.

She had another girl with her--a quiet, understated brunette just a little shorter and thinner than Beth. All I noticed at first were her freckles and a round ass-I waved weakly at her but didn't speak as I bent over to give Beth a hello kiss.

I could feel Beth's nipples pop up further, trying to dig into my chest. I remembered how they felt in my hands and under me as I had fucked her-how her body looked shimmering and wet. I remembered that she came in her pants three times before I ever got to lay a hand on her. It all came back to me as I tongued her, tasted her deeply, and I started to get a hard-on, a very conspicuous thing in my track shorts. Beth felt it and started to squirm her pussy against it like an eel as I kissed her. I wondered how the other chick was liking-the show. I wanted to meet her.

When I felt like I was about to cum against her stomach for old times' sake, I broke away and helped Beth button her blouse, then turned to the other girl. "Who's your friend?"

Beth smiled. "I'd like to introduce Ruthie Jenkins,, Rod-the horniest virgin in the East."

"That shouldn't last too long." It was supposed to be a compliment.

"That's kind of what we were thinking."

"Hmmmmm?"

"Ruthie has a masturbation hang-up. I want you to give her a fucking hang-up."

"How do you feel about that?" I asked Ruthie.

"Okay." She seemed maybe a little bit eager, but was so solemn about the whole thing that a guy'd a' thought I was swearing her into office. Which, in a way, I would be. I obligingly reached out to feel one of Ruthie's tits, and was a little surprised to feel a rock-hard nipple. My goosing of her breast caused her to give out a little moan and lick her lips. I probably should have been past being surprised at anything that came from that school, but I couldn't help it. Right there in the open I reached under her skirt and felt warm wetness around her cunt-bun's cotton cup-she and Beth had a lot in common. I gently fingered the insides of her thighs and felt them hairless and smooth under my fingers at first, the even surface giving way finally to goose bumps. Beth had more hair on her cunt, but there were more similarities to the two girls than their funky purple uniforms.

"Let's go," I said. "We're spinning our wheels here."

I had the truck parked in the middle of a thick grove of trees behind the field house-I hadn't wanted any of the coed chicks to know that I was on the track, so I went to a lot of trouble to hide my car. The bed was weighted down with some construction stuff that I was hauling for a Seyville contractor, hoping to make enough bread to dent a three-figure motel tab. I was pretty sure that the desk clerk would give me credit again when I explained that I had two chicks with me, and I figured that we'd go there to fuck. We didn't.

We all climbed into the cab and I fumbled with the keys. Beth pushed my hand away. "No. Right here."

"Huh?"

"Let's fuck right here. Nobody can see us-the trees hide everything."

"Ruthie?"

"It's fine with me," she said. She already had a hand under her dress and as I watched her she pulled her panties down to her knees and started poking at herself. I mean, I'd never seen anything like that before!

Suddenly, balling in the bushes was Jake by me. I gave the chicks free rein to lead the way-they were at the bottom of the plot anyhow.

"Groovy," I joined. Beth nodded, as if I had given a signal, then reached into my boxer shorts, grabbed my cock and with a hungry, longing, lustful look on her face commenced to whack me off slowly, taking lots of excruciating time. I looked over and saw Ruthie huddled against the armrest, well into her private bag of merrily fingering herself, gung-ho and full speed ahead. It turned me on even more than I was to start with-I'd never seen a chick out and out masturbating, oblivious to the fact that there were other people around her. I saw why she needed to get laid and at the same time was even more willing to provide the service.

Beth was cuming in her pants-I could tell by the clenching of her buttocks under her plaid kilt as she leaned against me, still squeezing and stroking my pecker. I was rising quickly-I hadn't had my rocks off for a while and was even happier to have Beth work me over. She grabbed my balls and squeezed on them, ran her finger through the sweaty, hairy space between the rear of my sack and my ass. She knew where to hit. My cock bucked a few times and there were moments when I thought I was going to sperm in my shorts, but I didn't care. I rolled my eyes back and let the sex take me away.

Before I could warn Beth how close I was, she ducked quickly down and started to suck me off. She succeeded quickly-control be damned! I knew that I'd be able to get it back up, so I didn't hesitate to unload, blowing off in her mouth like Old Faithful. I could feel my cum ricochet off her tonsils and spin back around my knob a few times before landing on her tongue where she could carry it away and swallow it. The small lappings of her tongue as she gulped down my wad teased the rim of my cockhead and milked me drier as she took it all in and didn't waste any of it.

Ruthie was going off, too. She shoved a finger up her ass as she fucked herself and I saw a dribble run out around her crack and onto the seat as she discharged a little cream. Whatever else could be said about that kid, I could leave the Vaseline jar in the glove box.

Beth couldn't see that little act-she still had her head against my bush, my cock still deep in her throat as she came again. What a show the Maxwell girls could put on! I was enjoying it so much I started to get hard again right away.

"Taste good?"

"Yummy," affirmed Beth as she slurped off. Her eyes were still a little glazed. "I'm a mess," she said, but she was smiling like a Cheshire cat.

I reached under her dress and found out that it was true; she was dripping and hot and slippery. I made a fist around the crotch of her panties and, taking time to rub my knockles into her crack, pulled them off. Her legs tightened around my intruding arm, and her warmth caused my cock to jump another notch. This one was for Ruthie.

"Out, girls. It's too crowded in here for the 'big one'. "

I caught Ruthie's eyes. She didn't say much, but she glanced loud and clear. She was nervous but ready-we all start out that way. I wasn't nervous, but I was sure ready, looking forward to fucking her maybe more than any other girl. For Beth's sake, I didn't voice that particular thought.

As we climbed out of the cab, Beth launched into a pep-talk to Ruthie. Since we got out of the truck on different sides, we undressed on different sides, but I could hear them anyway. There was an almost maternal note in the more experienced girl's voice... still, I knew that "Mom," would be fucking vicariously as I was taking and Ruthie was yielding her cherry.

"Ruthie," Beth prepped, "you've got the hard parts out of the way. You're no stranger to desire, or cuming, and let's face it-you probably aren't a virgin even if you never have had a cock. Well, cuming is one thing, but cuming with a pussy full of prick is another groove altogether. So take it from one who knows and don't worry."

"I'm game..." the innocent girl squeaked.

The girls had on more clothing than I did, but not much. Their panties were long gone, and before undressing further they hung their gluey undies on low branches, then began slipping out of their plaid uniforms. Only the truck separated us, and I crossed that divider to help Ruthie out of her clothes.

She almost recoiled from my touch-just nervous. Breaking her in would be worth the minor problems. "I'll get them for you," I said in a low and soothing voice and took over the unbuttoning of her blouse. Quickly it was parted and I reached under the cups of her bra to stroke her tits. They were firm and covered with goose bumps, the silky nipples already hardening. In return, she hesitantly reached down and encircled my jutting hard-on with her delicate fingers, backed off once, then touched again with resolution and started squeezing and stroking.

I finished undressing her, letting her have her clumsy but delicious way with my meat, then ran fingertips from her tits across her stomach to bury my fingers in her cunt hair and at last probe her immense, wide crack. I joined and stiffened my fingers and wedged the even rows between her furry lips and the juicy pink ones and made her wet petals vibrate by scrubbing them washboard style between my hands. She gasped in pleasure and I could feel her cum after several seconds, biting the hair of my chest, pulling it into her mouth in her delirious frenzy. I didn't let her climax deter me from entering her slick, silken hole with my middle finger, though, and at this move she took both hands off my cock and grabbed my wrist to force my finger deeper into her, masturbating herself with my hand. Firmly I pulled away.

"No. Control yourself." I was nice about it-she was sweet-looking and nervous, and I didn't want to hurt her feelings. Beth, meanwhile, had seated herself on the edge of the bench front seat with the door open, watching us, a finger making patterns in her cunt-hair. like a good sport, she was waiting her turn.

"Beth," I said, "there's a blanket behind the passengers' seat Dig it out 'and cover the bags of cement in the back, would you?"

"Right, chief." She sprang into action and in a moment had constructed a bed for Ruthie and me. Zero hour.

I was holding Ruthie's arms at her side to force her to wait. She looked a little scared, and when I smiled at her I tried to make it a reassuring one-I even released one of her hands while I pulled her over to the side of the truck with the other. I practically had to drag her, toosuddenly, she wasn't a very willing pupil.

"Okay, Ruthie?" I was so hot for that sweltering cunt that I was about to shoot off on the ground! Ruthie shook her head.

"Sorry. I guess I'm still a little bit Catholic."

"Happens to the best of us. Give it a go." I leaped into the pickup bed and offered her a hand. She scaled the side of the truck like a mountaineer with my arm as the rope, really twisting and parting her cunt. I could see a glistening tear roll from her inside, and I knew that I had convinced her.

And what a crack! Maybe that was part of her problem-she had such a huge cunt. I gently stretched her out on the blanket, raised her knees and spread that monster wide. It was wet enough to take a torpedo, not to mention my eager cock, but I took a little extra time to get her used to me. I kissed each of her nipples, lingering over them and tickled each freckled breast in turn with my darting tongue. When I felt like she was ready, I took the missionary pose and slowly slipped into her.

That was all it took. Her virginity was officially gone, and though the first few inches of searing tunnel were even loose from her fingers and wieners, the farthest reaches were being stretched for the first time. It must have been as good for her as it was for me, because she arched like a bow as I pulled back then slid home again. It was glorious! Her tight cunt squeezed the head of my prong in the deep strokes, the entrance loose when I came up for air. The friction was terrific, the contrasts of tension making me almost high enough to cum in a few minutes of fucking.

Ruthie was bucking around beneath me like a wild animal-kissing me, licking me, biting, scratching me passionately as I reamed her. No one had to teach her the moves-they came naturally to her. I tried to return her ardor by licking again at her tits but managed to catch only the very point of one risen nipple, so great was her bucking.

Damn her... I placed a hand on her shoulder and held her in place, forcing her to be still while my cock stretched her, causing her to channel her energy from rolling to quiet, joyous energy, spreading the pleasure of the riding I gave her into every nerve.

She bared her teeth at me once or twice but never asked me to stop. I wouldn't have, anyway. At last I started to really pound her, my hips spreading her legs to the limit pleasurably-painfully. I could feel her nails on my side and knew that she was drawing some blood, yet I could also feel her booming climax tightening around my joint. Some of her splashing cream dribbled down over my balls and onto the blanket before I let her have it.

I'd unloaded well into Beth's mouth, but this cum made It look like a droplet I flooded her with all the cum I could spend-I counted the bucks of my cock as it pumped her full of cum: twenty-three, and every pump was followed by a violent contraction of Ruthies' tight, once-virgin crack.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!" Ruthie wailed. She had entered the woman's world.

And when I was done, my cock was still hard and the tingle in balls that gave me permission to go was there again. I pulled out-for the moment. I apparently had more cum than I did wind!

Ruthie lay back on the blanket, grooving on the sex, and I sat on an upturned wheelbarrow to do-likewise. We took it slow for a few minutes-Beth came around and leaned on the tailgate.

"Okay?" I nodded, "You look pooped. Too much track?"

"Too much crack."

"What about mine?"

"Later, baby. First "cum", first serviced"

"I can see I'm going to have to be a martyr. You're still hard, though." She was looking at my beet-red cock hungrily. I laughed.

"That thing has a life of it's own. It thinks it's the reincarnation of a fencepost."

"Mmmmmm." She let that slide by, her eyes darting around the bed to light at last on a garden trowel. The handle was thick and wooden and round-her eyes lit as well as lighted. "Hand me that pecker," she commanded and pointed.

"Sure." One less bell for me to answer.

"Thanks. I'll save it for a while, but I'm about to die of horniness." She turned away, then back, grinning. "What a way to go!" She disappeared and I went back to my thoughts.

Beth's making use of the construction stuff gave me an idea. I kicked it around for a few minutes then called out "Beth!" I rose to a kneeling vantage between Ruthie's legs and scanned the clearing.

"What's up?" Ruthie asked as she beamed up at me.

"My cock, for one thing." Where the hell could Beth have gone?

"Just... a... minute," I heard her pant from behind had her panties on again and was wildly scratching her cunt against the rough bark of a tree trunk. She looked over and stuck out her tongue. "Puts you to shame," she said.

I let her finish. At length she turned, glistening with sweat, her cocoa-capped tits heaving, a trickle of cunt-juice meandering down her thigh. "Yeah?"

"How well do you drive?"

"My brother used to race stock-cars, if that's what you mean."

"That's what I mean."

"What do you want me to do?" she asked.

"Just take the wheel and follow some of the back-country roads. Ruthie and I are going to give Old Mac-Donald a thrill.

At this Ruthie sat up. "And Rod's going to give Ruthie a thrill!"

Beth laughed. "Dug it?"

"Dug it."

"Never doubt an expert." She stripped her panties off and hung them on the limb, then bent over and-picked up the trowel and displayed it. "Brace here is going to give Beth a thrill," she quipped.

Ruthie and I rode through town in back, lying flat on what little floor of the bed wasn't occupied with cement and shovels. After a few minutes the bouncing of the truck told us that we were out of morals-charge dangermore or less-and we sat up. The wind may have been a little cool, but nothing was going to make my hard-on go down except a smile: the smile of Ruthie's bearded cunt!

"Pull over!" I yelled as soon as the terrain was wild enough. Beth did so.

"What's going on?"

"I've got to do a little building," I replied. Beth shrugged and went back to masturbating herself with Brace.

I stood Ruthie in one corner of the bed while I cleared a space in the center. Using bags of cement from the pile, I built a close, heavy chimney around my legs about a foot high, then beckoned for Ruthie. "Stand on the pile," I instructed," and slip my cock into your hole."

"I thought you'd never ask."

I could see that her bush was starting to mat again and her shiny lips to swell-every few moments she fidgeted with either her crack or one of her ripe titties, scratching and surreptitiously squeezing at the same time. Ruthie eagerly did as she was told. Her mysterious hot box around my joint brought with it an urge to fuck her quickly and be done, which I resisted with difficulty.

I had built the chimney so that it bordered closely the main body of the pile, which was still just a little bit higher than that which held my feet down. Ruthie's heels fit snuggly against the higher stack and, lifting a last bag of cement, I placed it across her feet. "Go, Beth," I signaled.

Away we went. Beth handled the truck like Stirling Moss and Ruthie handled the fucking like a good whore. I grabbed her ass and held her close and gave my hand free run of her body, to massage her cunt-lips even as my cock parted them widely. We couldn't slip in and out much, but it was good, anyway-and safe. The cement held us firmly in place and it would take a hell of a turn or bump to dislodge us.

I had her nipples close, where I could glory in them, taste them, touch them, squeeze them. Her lips, too, were close and met mine often, her breath thick in my throat, her tongue moving quickly, darting and teasing. I tasted her mouth and her body-she started to cum early, spastically as the bumps and curves rolled our contact about, in rushes of hot juice that ran back over my hips and blew away in the wind. She couldn't quit cuming, and I couldn't quit fucking her.

I didn't go off until we hit Thorman's bridge-a narrow, one-lane wooden structure over a deep, wide pondand Beth hit the brakes at the same time. She swung the wheel in a violent fislitail so that as I came I felt myself pulled loose from my anchor and hurled through the air, still imbedded and spurting in Ruthie's cunt. I was floating, lost in our orgasm, and didn't even think about what was happening until I saw the surface of the pond hurtling up at us. I clutch Ruthie and we splashed headfirst into the drink.

That fucking water was cold!

I broke the surface with my arm around Ruthie's ass and looked for Beth. There she was, sure enough, leaning over the bridge's rail naked, smirking. I couldn't keep a straight face, either.

"Big bullfrogs in these parts," she giggled.

Ruthie and I treaded water and raised our middle fingers to her in unison. "Fuck you," I laughed.

"If you had," she said, "you might not be there now., "

I dropped the girls off by the bus that was still sitting, empty, outside the Maritime Museum-at least Beth wouldn't have to give the guard any beaver-shots this trip.

"Thanks for your service. Rod," said Beth as she scooted out. "Bye."

"Bye. Goodbye, Ruthie." I even took the time to kiss her briefly, wondering why even as I did it.

Love 'em and leave 'em, right? Even so, I felt like I wanted to see that strange, quiet little chick once or twice more. Get ahold of yourself, Rod, I scolded silently. You're getting old!

I felt my knees to make sure that they were still okay, and was relieved to find that they were.