Chapter 8
We lay there for a while catching our breath and letting each other's pussy juice dry out on our faces, making a crinkly but very pleasant film over our skin, and then Susie asked me where I was headed. I told her that I was eventually headed for the West Coast, but that I was mostly just into riding and I didn't really care where I ended up when. She told me that she too was on her way out to San Francisco, to meet up with some friends from back home in Minnesota, and that if I were looking for a traveling companion she could promise me companionship along the way and a good hot time once we got to Frisco. Well that was an offer I couldn't refuse -I had enjoyed Susie so much, that the thought of having a few more cracks at her along the road suited me just fine-and besides it would be nice to have someone along for the ride. So I told Susie that she was more than welcome to come along, that I expected that she would like the cycle just fine, and so we just gathered up our things and took off together.
Well just as I expected, as soon as Susie go onto the bike she fell in love with it. Her initial reaction seemed to be just like my own-she loved the idea of having something so big and powerful between her legs and when I started it up and we rumbled down the dirt road toward the highway she just laughed aloud with the sheer pleasure of it, "Oh God, this feels wonderful," she said.
"Hell, Susie, this is like one big vibrator or wheels. Wait till we pick up some speed, the rumble of the engine will shake your ass and rut your cunt for you like you've never felt before.
So we took off down the road, and it wasn't too long before I figured out that Susie was just sitting back there masturbating. That girl had wonderful approach to things, let me tell you. could just picture her sitting back there, casually looking at the scenery, feeling the hot road wind that came up off the pavement, letting it blow up her legs, up under her short skirt onto her cunt, and just casually diddling herself, as calmly as could be while we rode along. She was a girl after my own heart, a real insatiable ready-for-any-thing kind of young woman, and I was really glad to have her along. It sort of amazed me that she had started playing with herself so soon after that whopping orgasm she had had in my face, but I've never had anything against the notion of girls being greedy-after all one of the major advantages of being female is that the number of orgasms you can have is practically unlimited! So I just drove the bike, enjoying the riding my own way-which is to say watching the scenery, really digging the idea of being in control of so much power and speed, and letting the vibration of the bike subtly work its way through my whole body, not in any way that immediately made me hot, but in a way that kept me subtly in touch with all my feelings and that let me build up the kind of horniness that I knew I'd feel at the end of the day's riding.
We rode damn near across all of Texas that day, past the endless acres of red clay and the miles and miles of cattle fences, and by the time we stopped for lunch, we were pretty close to the New Mexico border. We stopped at a diner and the two of us packed away half a dozen hamburgers, a few milkshakes, and half of an apple pie between us-it seemed like all of Susie's appetites were pretty big and that matched mine as well. Fucking, eating, excitement, riding-everything that could be enjoyed in life should be enjoyed to the fullest, I always say.
After lunch, Susie and I let fly a couple of good healthy belches-already we were as un-self-conscious with each other as if we were old friends-and then we headed back to the bike and got on the road again. We finished off the last little bit of western Texas and before we knew it we were in the flat bright desert of New Mexico. There's a speed limit down there, but it's basically a joke-the roads were so empty that there's really no reason to go slow. All you see is an occasional semi-trailer, and of course here or there a motorcycle or two, but it's really every man-or woman-for himself down there, and so there was really no trouble at all in going about ninety or ninety-five along those straight flat desert roads. Susie was loving it-she had never been on a cycle before at all and the initiation of being driven through the desert at ninety-five is a thrill even for ah experienced cyclist. x
As we got farther into New Mexico I started hearing a funny little sound in the, engine. It seemed as if something was dragging, as if one of the cylinders was misfiring. But not wanting to take any chances, I pulled off the highway at Tucumcari and went off in search of a mechanic.
Now I'm not knocking the town of Tucumcari but let me tell you it's not the most promising place in the world to have to go looking for a motorcycle mechanic. A decent mechanic is hard enough to find, even in most big cities, but in a town in the middle of the desert, forget it. I had perused just about every street I could find, and I was just on the verge of giving up and trying . to limp with the misfiring cylinder all the way to Albuquerque when I saw a big old chopper clop parked in the street. I looked up at the house in front of which the chopper was parked, and I saw a dirty-looking young man in the garage. So, never being very shy about asking favors-especially since I'm always so willing to do favors in return-I just parked the bike and went up to him and asked him if he'd take a look. . I must have exceptionally good luck about such things, because it turned out that-in addition to being one hell of a stud as I was soon to find out-this guy was a really expert mechanic.
As a matter of fact, he had been scrambling bikes for years, and always did his own work. And since he turned Out to be as handy with a wrench as he later turned out to be with a dildo, it was no time at all before the problem was taken care of.
As I had thought, it turned out to be nothing more serious than a couple of fouled plugs-this is a problem that is very common in new bikes. It's not caused by any real mechanical trouble, just a little clumsiness in the machinery before the parts get really used to working with each other. So it was just a small matter for Joe to lift the bike up onto the stand, take the plugs out and examine them, and replace them after doing a nice thorough job of cleaning out the gaps.
But being one to do thorough work, he thought he might have a more thorough look at my engine while he had the thing up on the stand. In an amazingly short amount of time, he had practically the whole bike disassembled-I couldn't help being a little bit nervous about that, to tell you the truth-I mean I had just bought the thing and here was this guy taking it apart-but it was so obvious that he knew what he was doing that I really didn't mind. He looked over each and every part of it, with the eye of a connoisseur, and then he put everything back together promising me that it would work not as good as new, but better.
Well the whole time he had been working on the bike, Susie and I had been standing over him checking him out. He worked bare-chested, wearing nothing but an old pair of cutoff jeans, and he had the muscles of a man who had driven a lot of bikes, worked on a lot of bikes, and done all kinds of physical work. He had very broad shoulders and very thick arms and as he worked with his screwdriver and his wrench, the ripples of muscle could be seen in his forearm. He was so involved in his work, that he seemed not to notice us checking him out, but the two of us were feasting our eyes on him and giving each other little side glances now and then. We both wanted to fuck him, and with our eyes alone Susie and I tried to work out a strategy by which we might seduce him.
Susie and I were both horny again in our different ways and for our different reasons-Susie was good and lathered up from masturbating the whole time on the bike, and I was really turned on by the subtler vibrations of riding the thing. And of course the memory of our delightful 69 earlier that morning kept us constantly excited. So we gobbled up the sight of Joe as he crouched down over the bike-we looked over his broad back and glistening muscles, and we kept our eyes glued to the promising lump that he seemed to have in his cutoffs. He just seemed like the kind of guy who would have a big cock and would know how to use it.
Well, after he was done working "on the bike Joe looked up at us and said in a very jovial, host-like manner, "Well ladies, that should take care of the bike. Why don't you come into the house and have a little beer as a refresher."
Well, Susie and I accepted it immediately. The beer would be perfect after the hot ride but our main intention was to work him one notch closer to the bedroom. I say bedroom figuratively, we would have just as soon fucked him in the living room or in the backyard or right there in the garage if he wanted to-it didn't make a whole lot of difference, as long as we got some good action off of that strong body of his.
So the three of us went into the house and Susie and I collapsed rather provocatively on the sofa while Joe went into the kitchen to get some beers. He came back with a six-pack and sitting down on the couch between us, we got into a casual conversation, mostly about motorcycles.
While the conversation was going on, Susie and I were busy plotting our strategy about seducing Joe, but-wouldn't you know it-Susie came up with the perfect intuitive strategy long before I had thought of anything. While reaching over to light herself a cigarette she "accidentally" spilled her beer right in Joe's crotch causing him to jump around and squirm as the cold brew hit his hot cock. Well, from there on in we had him! Reaching over him very solicitously, Susie said, "Oh gee, I'm sorry. Let me dry you off." And she leaned over and with a paper napkin, she started rubbing his cutoffs very vigorously.
It didn't take long for the lump in Joe's pants to change into a real bulge, a veritable mountain inside his cutoff pants. Apparently he was one of those guys who liked having his cock rubbed-as if there were any other kind. But he didn't want to move too quickly, after all, he must have thought, just like I had thought, that Susie was kind of young for this kind of thing. But Susie kept rubbing away, rubbing so firmly that the napkin went to shreds in her hands, and she was left pretty much rubbing the crotch of Joe's jeans with the palm of her hand!
At this point Joe's confusion became pretty obvious-he didn't know whether he was getting jacked off in some teasing way or whether this was some dumb virgin who didn't know what she was doing. It was sort of funny to watch, as he did his best to try to look like he wasn't excited. But no matter how well he controlled his face, that bulging prick in his pants, which was now throbbing as well as bulging, let us know that he was indeed enjoying it. So finally I took mercy on his confusion, and decided to end the game. The way I did it was just to tear off my shirt as casually as you please. It was just one of those light T-shirts that I wear on the road. They're wonderful because they let the breeze strike your tits as well as if you were nude-and I just reached down and grabbed the waist and pulled it over my head in one pull, practically shoving my tits in his face as I did so.
That must have been a pretty good way of dispelling Joe's confusion, because he just reached out for one of my nipples with his mouth as confidently as if he had known exactly what was happening all along. I like a man who can take a hint. I teased him a little, swaying my body away from him so that my nipple ran along his lips but refused to plop in between his lips where he wanted it. He craned his neck, he pursed his lips, he gnashed out like a hungry lion, but still the nipple evaded him. I was having a wonderful time, because I love to play the tease, and partly because the sensation of his tongue and lips just barely skimming over my fleeing nipple was wonderful. But finally I gave him his just reward-a nice whole mouth full of tit. When he finally got the nipple, so grateful and so hungry that he sucked it very hard into his mouth-so hard that a little bit of my breast followed it, filling his lips, even making his cheeks puff out with the generous voluptuousness of my flesh.
Seeing him sitting there with my tit in his mouth, Susie figured she might as well dive right in too-if I had my shirt off, there certainly was no reason for his cock to keep hiding coyly in his pants. So, with great dexterity, she unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his zipper and in a matter of a second or two his cock was standing up full staff and exposed. And let me tell you, it was a wonderful tool. They say a mechanic is only as good as his tools and if that's any criterion, this guy must have been pretty goddamn good! It was big and thick-the minimum requirements for a good cock-but in addition it had a wonderful shape, a wonderful arching curve that I could tell would spread out the premises of my cunt in a most wonderful fashion. It arched upward proudly, as if it were doing a swan dive at the universe, as if it were a proud gymnast who would do its stuff to an open cunt.
I looked down at it while having my breast sucked and seeing Susie's hand on it-that same sweet young hand that earlier that morning had been working my twat so vigorously--I just felt like the luckiest girl in the world. Here I had a motorcycle, a beautiful bisexual lover, and a handsome young stud who had just fixed my motorcycle for me! Isn't life wonderful.
Susie soon decided to bring her mouth down on that beautiful heap of flesh and Joe must have liked that, because as soon as her lips first made contact with the head of his cock, he increased the pressure on my nipple. He was very generous with his teeth and lips-a little light on the tongue play, but when you're getting so delightfully chewed up, who minds? I just sat there, very turned on but in a very calm way, looking down at these two as if they were my children, as if they were my brood. Susie worked her head up and down very rhythmically over the shaft of Joe's penis, and I was amazed at how much of it she could fit in her mouth. For a young girl, she certainly could fuck, and she certainly seemed to know all the tricks. I myself started getting hungry for a little taste of cock, because as I watched it slip between her lips, I imagined the wonderful full feeling that it must be giving her mouth. I've always been very fond of sucking cock myself-there's a unique sensation about having the entire girth of it rubbing against the insides of one's cheeks and finally wedging itself at the snug place at the back of the mouth-and I began to crave a taste of that sweet flesh myself.
Susie must have believed in the notion of share and share alike because as soon as I brought my face down into Joe's crotch, she generously moved her head out of the way and let me have a nibble. This was an extra turn-on, because in addition to having the pressure and the feel of Joe's cock, it was covered with Susie's saliva. This excited me very much, almost in the same way as eating her pussy had; I was eating another woman's juices and in this case the juices were embellishing an already magnificent cock. It reminded me of one of the things I had done while hooking-a man and a woman came to me and my job was to lick the come out of the woman's cunt after the man had fucked her. There always seemed something exquisitely perverse about this, something very dirty-it's the notion, I suppose, of getting seconds at something, of having to come along and do the cleanup work after someone else has had their fun. It makes me feel used and very dirty, an almost subhuman sexual object, and I love it. So there was an extra thrill for me in sucking Joe's cock, and as if sensing that and wishing to increase my pleasure still more, he fanned the head of his cock out-in my mouth, letting it press against my tongue and the roof of my mouth, filling the entire orifice.
Susie took the opportunity of my relieving her at cocksucking to slip out of her clothes-she didn't have very much to take off. In one sweep the thin cotton blouse that she'd been wearing was over her head and tossed across the room, and with one quick zip her short skirt fell to the floor. She now stood before us nude, and both of us enjoyed looking at her tremendously. Her light pink nipples were totally erect, and the slender lines of her body looked as wonderful here inside in soft light as they had outside at the pond. The hair of her cunt was soaked again-her cunt seemed to ,turn out juices as copiously as my own. She stood there nude, posing for us in a subtle but unquestionably exhibitionistic manner, looking for an opening to get back into the fray.
She soon had one. My cunt was sopping wet, and I was eager to get out of my leather riding pants before the sap soaked through them. I've got nothing against letting people know that my cunt is wet, but staining my brand new leather pants with the overflow of my juices seemed a bit gauche, I must admit. So, not without a certain amount of regret, I stood up, letting Joe's cock slide languorously out of my mouth as I rose, and slipped out of my pants. As soon as Joe's cock was vacated, Susie swooped down on it, straddling Joe where he sat there on the couch. I remembered how tight her young cunt was but it must have been awfully flexible, because she plopped herself right down onto Joe's meat, and I saw the entire length of it disappear in a flash. It gave me the chills to think back to when my own cunt was sixteen years old, and to realize the tremendous stretch and then the wonderful letting pro she must be feeling as she sat on a cock so big! By the time I had managed to wiggle out of my pants the two of them had begun a gentle humping rhythm, with Joe letting his hips bob up and down while Susie rotated hers in a kind of waltz tempo.
Now I was the one on the outside and it was my turn to try to figure out a way back in. But I've never been one to despair in these situations-I've found that when it comes to fucking where there's a will there's a way. So I just nonchalantly walked around to the back of the sofa and taking Joe by the hair, pulled his head back so that I could have a convenient shot of flinging my leg over it and sitting my twat down on top of his mouth. He didn't mind-as a matter of fact he seemed to like the idea of me pulling his hair and he began going after my cunt as eagerly as he had gone after my breast. And as if by some sort of sympathetic vibrations, Susie increased the pace of her humping as she saw my twat being eaten. She must have known how good I was feeling and she matched her movements to make herself feel every bit as good, maybe even better.
We stayed like that for awhile, Joe syncopating the movement of his tongue and of his hips. I could visualize his cock stuck far up into Susie-I could even see the shifting lump in her tummy from where his cock stretched her from inside! She was very slender, and his cock was very big-it was a perfect match-and for me there was almost as much pleasure in the voyeuristic thrill of actually seeing a woman getting fucked from the inside as there was in having my cunt eaten.
But after awhile Joe drew his face away and said that we have to excuse him for a minute, he wanted to go into the garage' for a minute and get a tool that he thought might come in handy.
Susie and I both thought this a little strange, but of course we were willing to try anything. So he got up-gracefully spilling Susie onto the couch as he did so-and walked off to the garage, his firmly erect cock pointing the way. Susie and I casually diddled each other while he was gone, but more than anything else we were curious about the sort of device he would return with. As you may recall from my defloration with the hairbrush, I've always been fond of dildos; there is something exquisitely perverse about a mechanical fuck-it's very unnatural, and it proves that really what a woman needs is a nice hard cylindrical object, just anything to plug up that hole that is the center of all her cravings. I have to confess, though, that I was a little concerned about how Susie would react-after all she was only sixteen, and as well-versed in the sexual arts as she seemed to be, knowing one's way around dildos at the age of sixteen is quite amazingly precocious. c
Joe returned in a minute or two, and my suspicions about his intentions were verified. He held in his hand a very long and rather thick arched piece of metal. It was not quite like anything I'd ever seen before-it was perhaps 18 inches long, and at either end of it there was a slight widening-rather like the head of a cock, to tell you the truth. It was perfectly symmetrical, so that both ends came up in an equal curve. I wondered where I had seen that curve before, and then I remembered that it was the exact curve that made Joe's prick so utterly attractive! That fucking narcissist had made his own double dildo and had modeled each half of it on his own cock! Now I've heard of men who love their cocks, but this beat all!
Well, no matter how perverse it was or maybe because it was so perverse, I felt my cunt get even wetter from the mere sight of the thing. As I've said, a dildo is so unnatural and a metal dildo seemed to be the most unnatural of all. For metal has connotations of being cold and utterly mechanical-it's what motorcycles are made of, but it's hard to imagine being fucked by something metal. There was something very bizarre about it and it was also part of the turn-on. When I looked up at Susie, I saw an incredibly horny look on her face-perhaps she was shocked, but if she was it was in the same way I was, in the direction of sheer craving, sheer animal horniness.
Joe stood between us, brandishing the double dildo as if it were a gun or a sort of wondrous toy.
"Like it?" he asked. But neither Susie nor I could manage to speak, we were too horny and too amazed by the bizarreness of it all.
"Well," he said, "I'll show you how it works." "By the way, I designed and built it myself. I'm very proud of my dildos, almost as proud as I am of my cock. And I promise you that it will do a very thorough job for the both of you."
Rather roughly, Joe guided us both down onto the rug in the middle of the room. He set us up so that we were sitting facing each other, our legs spread so that our thighs lay over each other. We sat so that both our cunts were wide open and spread there on the rug. He was thoroughly in control now, we were being used by him, we were being used to provide a show for him, to let him see how his self-designed dildo, the dildo that was modeled on his own prick, could fuck two women at once. He was using us both, using us as thoroughly as anyone had ever used me when I was a paid hooker.
When he had us arranged the way he wanted us he took the contraption and laid it between our thighs. He teased us with it, letting us feel the coldness of the metal on our legs before he put it into our cunts. Susie and I eyed each other lasciviously, both of us eager for the intrusion of the big unnatural cock. But Joe very much enjoyed his game, and he wasn't eager to give it to us too soon. He ran the twin heads over our legs, and then he let the cool knobs of metal rub up against our labia before he pushed them in. But then finally, he let one of The heads rest against each of our cunts. The pressure and the coolness and the thorough unyieldingness of the metal excited me terribly, it was the most unnatural thing I had ever seen and there was an extra thrill that I would be sharing it with Susie, and realizing that every movement that I made around the dildo would push it farther into her and that every time she squirmed it would fuck me. We would be fucking each other in as intimate and as shared a way as it was possible for two women to fuck! It would be as if we each had a cock and a cunt at the same time! As if we had finally managed to be perfect hermaphrodites-to fuck and be fucked at the same time!
Thinking these delightfully filthy thoughts and feeling the cool knob of the dildo against my cunt, I felt a new squirt of juices, a squirt viscous and full enough to lubricate my cunt even for a metal prick. I began pushing down onto it, realizing that each push of mine went a little ways toward pushing it into Susie. And I felt her pushing back! She was not one to be outdone in fucking, she was determined to exert as much pressure on that amazing metal dildo. With our combined efforts it wasn't long until we had taken in the entire length of the big filthy unnatural dick! There were perhaps two or three inches left between us-all the rest was inside us, divided fifty-fifty, half fucking her and half fucking me, and we both pressed down to try to use up those last two or three inches, so that our cunts would meet in the middle, so that our clits would rub together in addition to having the entire length of the foot and a half long prick inside us!
The metal of the dildo was absolutely unyielding and I could feel it pushing all my inner tissue aside, straining the walls, spreading the bones, rubbing hard against the nub of my uterus, but Susie and I wanted to take the entire thing into us, we wanted the feel of our clits rubbing together at the end of the road, it was an extra added thrill to realize that Susie, whose cunt was far younger and much less used than mine-must be feeling the pressure even more, that it must be hurting her at the same time that it filled her with such joy, that it must be stretching her more than she had ever been stretched before. Harder and harder we bore down, lifting our hips and grinding with more and more force there on the living-room rug and the whole time Joe stood above us looking down with a diabolical grin on his face, enjoying the incredibly perverse show so expertly arranged. It made me feel extremely filthy to be groveling there on the floor and to have him standing above us looking down on us, seeming very tall. The two of us pressed harder and harder, and though we were ever so close as to having the entire dildo in us, the unyieldingness of the metal made it seem like there was nowhere else that last inch or two could possibly go.
It was Susie who finally gave the last push. Taking a deep breath, she suddenly lifted herself off the floor with the sheer force of her hands and feet, and came crashing down onto it. The pressure which followed was so exquisite that I have no idea how either of us stood it. The metal seemed to press against our very bones, the fit was so tight that it seemed that our cunts had no upholstery, but were made only of bare bones and raw nerves! Susie opened her eyes after this incredible thrust and looked at me with a tremendously lascivious look on her face. I looked back at her and the two of us began moving our hips rhythmically, making use of the entire length of the dildo now that we had finally gotten it into ourselves. Our juices were flowing freely and they flowed over the entire length of the metal cock, making the whole thing slippery, like a well-oiled machine. And then of course there was the wonderful sensation of rubbing clits with Susie. The throbbing of my own clit was so intense that I could barely feel the throbbing of hers, but I was aware that it was tremendously puffy and swollen. She had had a good day's fucking, and of course she had been diddling herself during the whole time of the ride, she was insatiable, and it excited me to be on the other end of a dildo from her.
Joe now moved closer to us and thrust his cock lasciviously between our faces. We saw this third cock dangling in front of us, and both having the same idea at the exact instant, we brought our mouths down onto it. It was a wonderfully debauched sensation-we were half kissing each other on the mouth, and half sucking Joe's cock. At the same time we ground our hips more and more intensely, each fucking ourselves and fucking the other. And now we began to work our lips in earnest over the entire shaft. Each taking a side of his wonderfully long and curved dick, we ran our tongue and lips around it, giving him a double blow job, giving him two heads. His cock responded well to this double treatment-it was slightly stiffer than it had been, and had somehow added an inch to its already formidable length. Seeing this increase in the already large size of his cock gave Susie and I an extra impetus to fuck ourselves even harder on the dildo, and we increased our rhythm accordingly. u Harder and harder we worked ourselves there on the rug. Our bellies and thighs were covered with sweat, and our legs slid over each other as we ground our hips together. Joe's cock throbbed more and more, and the head of it turned a deeper and deeper red as his erection grew more and more promethean. Susie and I increased the pressure of our tongue and lips, and now we brought our teeth into play, each of us nibbling at the sides of his cock. I could feel the orgasm welling up in me, I could feel the pressure deep up in my cunt, and the onslaught of this huge metal dork and I imagined that Susie felt the exact same thing. Also the sight of Joe's scrotum which had grown incredibly heavy with sperm excited me still more as I realized that he too was nearing the breaking point. Increasing the rhythm of our humping and of our sucking we worked harder and harder, and then our reward was upon us-Joe's cock started to spurt come, greedily Susie and I placed both our mouths over the head, kissing each other with our mouths open, and letting Joe's ample sperm pour between our lips, both of us drinking it while we tongued each other's mouth. It was a wonderful sensation-we both drank his come, and we both ate the come out of each other's mouth! At the same time, both our orgasms began, set off by the feel of Joe's hot thick sperm, and the incredible mind fuck of his double blow job, and the two of us eating his come. I loved the idea of taking sperm off her tongue and of having her lick the drops of come off my cheek. His cock slammed between us, spurted again and again and again, and the two of us ground our hips in one long final thrust of the metal dildo, the waves starting from deep inside us flowing over us both....