Chapter 6

I drove all night, but it was an interesting night. That fuck I'd had with Marilyn had been very pleasant, and when it was over I had the added enjoyment of watching Turtle and Alice perform in the back of the bus for my listening pleasure. I hadn't done it with Alice yet, of course, but I was pleasantly surprised to see that she was handling Turtle even better than I'd expected. I was really amazed at the girl's endurance and ingenuity; in that one love-session she had with Turtle Alice guided them both into more positions than I'd ever seen-or used-in the rest of my sexual career put together. I could hardly wait until it would be my turn to give Alice the old once-over, and I knew that when I did so it would be very pleasant indeed, very pleasant for both of us.

Finally I could make out the dim red rim of the rising sun coming towards us over the distant horizon, and I decided that it was time to rest for a while. We had driven clear out of Massachusetts and right across the southern tip of New York State. By now we were in Pennsylvania. I'd been through here before, but never with such lovely company as Alice and Marilyn. And never with Turtle, either.

Finally I pulled the huge Volkswagen vehicle off the shoulder of the road and into a field. In the distance I could hear a river tumbling over the rocks of its bed. And now it was time for the four of us to rest, for in the morning we would be needing all our strength. Especially Alice and I. I promised myself that tomorrow would be the time I would have her for sure. I could taste that big juicy cunt right now, and it made my mouth water just to think about it.

Not to mention what it did to the meat.

The powerful bus ground to a halt, and in a moment I was clambering over the back seat and into Alice's arms. The two of us fell asleep together on the hot chassis of the huge vehicle, and the dreams I had that night were wonderful dreams indeed.

Hours later I awoke and got out of the back of the bus. The other three had obviously been up for hours. They had a roaring fire going and a good breakfast was nearly cooked. They were glad to see me, and Alice in particular was very glad, as she proved to me as soon as we touched. I would have liked to linger longer, but I knew that there would be plenty of time for that later. If we had something to eat first, our lovemaking would be all the better.

As we were finishing the meal, Turtle spoke: "Hey, guys, I've never been in this part of Pennsylvania before. I wonder where we are." None of us seemed to be able to answer that; Pennsylvania was not one of our strong points.

After a little searching Marilyn and Turtle located the river that I'd been hearing about the night before. It wasn't very big, but it was a river all right. We'd gone straight over it on a bridge, and stuck on one end of the bridge was a sign that read "LACKAWAXEN RIVER."

As soon as we'd all had a chance to get a look at it, there was the honk of a horn behind us and we turned to see a gigantic trailer pulling up beside the Volkswagen bus.

One of the doors opened and a guy tumbled out. He was followed by two or three very sexy-looking young women. All three chicks had on the same outfit: a miniskirt, a tight jacket and ruffled blouse, black leather high-heeled knee boots, and dark blue stockings. On them the outfit looked just great. But I wouldn't have minded getting a look at them with the clothing taken off. Well, perhaps I'd get my chance later.

" 'ello there," called out their male companion, in a thick lower-class English accent. "We're lookin' for a town named Honesdale. Would ye be knowin' where it is?"

After a few minutes of introduction all around, it turned out that the young man and his three costumed friends, plus two more guys who were still in the trailer, were all some sort of a rock group. They played at carnivals and county fairs all over the United States, and now they were on their way towards one that was right around here.

And they all looked fine to us.

The Englishman's name turned out to be Nigel, and his young female friends were Joy, and Polly. Two more men came leaping out of the trailer, one of them with an electric guitar hanging around his neck, and introduced themselves as Bert and Alfie.

So three more chicks had worked their way into our midst, and three more men with them. This looked as though it would be getting better and better all the time. It would be at least a week before I'd had these three new girls, as well as Alice and Marilyn, as much as I'd want to. This would be very enjoyable indeed.

It turned out that the rock group was known as "Saint Elmo's Fire." They were on their way to some town called Honesdale to play in a rock concert at something called the Wayne County Fair which was being held there. I sneaked a look at the prettiest of the newcomers, who was Polly, and decided that she and I could make very beautiful music together. Very, very beautiful.

Turtle and I searched around inside the glove compartment of the bus and located a road map of the area, and between the ten of us we managed to figure out a way to get to Honesdale. The rock group asked us if we cared to go with them, and we all said we did. We didn't want to lose these people right after we'd met them. Turtle and I wanted to get a crack at those three beautiful chicks, and I could tell that Alice and Marilyn were wondering just how nice Nigel, Bert and Alfie would be in bed. It was also pretty obvious that the six musicians were having amorous thoughts about us.

So they piled back into their trailer and we piled back into our VW bus. I was driving and I led the way. About a half an hour later we reached Honesdale, and I could see the fair grounds in the distance.

We pulled into the place a little bit later. The county fair wasn't due to start until the next day, and we could see the roustabouts and carnival people getting everything ready for the crowds that would be coming here tomorrow.

Nigel and his friends announced their presence to the people who were running the fair, and they were given quarters off on the edge of the fair grounds, one huge cabin. Supposedly the cabin would be partitioned off so that the men and the chicks could sleep separately, but I wasn't going to hold my breath to wait for that to happen.

I wasn't willing to hold anything of my own.

It turned out that not only did the cabin have room enough for all the members of Saint Elmo's Fire, or the Elmos (as they called themselves privately) but there was also room for Alice and Marilyn and Turtle and I. The Elmos offered to share the place with us and naturally we accepted. I knew that our first night there would be quite a night. We'd give the place a house-warming that none of us would ever be likely to forget.

In the meantime we offered to help the six of them get ready for their performances here, and needless to say I found plenty of time to get to know the three new girls quite well. It developed that Joy was from Tennessee, and she had a rich, melting Southern accent that fit in perfectly with her long yellow hair and her delicious figure. She looked like, and sounded like, Daisy Mae Yokum in the comic strips. I couldn't wait for a chance to let her taste my Big Abner.

Polly was English, like Nigel, and Jenny was from no place in particular, but she'd been bumming around with the others for a while because she liked it. Joy and Jenny were really beautiful chicks, but Polly was far and away the pick of the litter. I knew that when the ten of us got together that night I would be heading straight for her with my arms open wide. And my legs, too.

The hours passed quickly until that night. I found out that the county fair would be here for a week altogether, and that in addition to the rock concerts and other things there would be a motorcycle stunt-riding exhibition, open to all comers, with a five hundred dollar first prize. I swore that I wouldn't leave here until that money was bulging in my pants pocket.

A carnival worker was going by, and I tapped him on the shoulder. "Who do I have to see to sign up for the cycle contest, buddy?" I wanted to know. He looked at me strangely for a couple of seconds, but then he gave me directions to the place where I could sign up.

I soon found out why he'd been looking at me that way. It turned out that they'd been having this contest for the last three years, and every year the prize had been won by a lady rider who called herself Daredevil Diana. Somebody showed me a picture of her in a tight leather motorcycle outfit and my jaw almost hit the floor. I wanted to meet that woman. Not only would we be doing battle on the race course, but if I played my cards right we might be meeting somewhere else too. Like maybe in that nice cozy cabin.

And I always play the perfect hand!

But now it was getting towards sunset, and I went back towards the bus and the trailer to meet the others. We got our stuff out of the two vehicles and carried them towards the cabin. Nobody said a word about what would be going on once we got inside it, but then again nobody had to. When five men and five women are all dying for a chance to fuck and lay one another, then words aren't necessary.

We got into the cabin and shut the door. Alfie placed a chair under the doorknob just in case anybody outside got any dumb ideas about spoiling all our fun for us.

I looked around the room. It was great, it had a fireplace and a stove and everything. It had ten beds, but I didn't think we'd be needing more than five. Maybe not even that many, as a matter of fact.

Marilyn was the first to take her clothes off, and she stood there before us, unveiled in all her naked glory. Nigel and Bert and Alfie seemed to be interested in those lopsided tits of hers, and I didn't blame them. I knew just how sweet those knockers could taste.

And then everybody was taking off their clothes at once, and throwing them into one huge pile in the middle of the bare floor of the room. The big heap of clothing would make a nice soft cushion for our amorous activities, and this way we would all be able to be together, something we wouldn't be able to accomplish if we did this in bed.

We had automatically formed ourselves into a circle, a ring of panting bodies eager for the delights that we knew were soon to follow. Slowly the circle began to close in upon itself, feeding itself upon its own flesh and body heat and lust. Each of us was looking hungrily at the beautiful naked body of the man or woman who was opposite to us, and I had seen to it that the girl who was directly opposite to me was none other than Polly.

"NOW!" somebody shouted, and the circle collapsed completely as each of us charged forward to choose our first mate for the evening's frolic. I went straight towards Polly, but at the last moment Turtle flashed out of nowhere and picked her for himself. That man had good taste in females. Well, I didn't worry; I knew that I'd be able to sample Polly's goods later on that night. Right now Alice was nearby, and I grabbed her and pulled her onto the heap of soft clothing.

I was down on the clothing now, down on it and ready for action, ready for heavy action with Alice, sweet Alice, the girl I still hadn't made passionate love to yet. Well, there's no time like the present.

I had hereby the waist, and I eagerly pulled her body closer to my own. I pushed her down onto the clothes, and that big beautiful butt of hers made an indentation in them. I had her by the legs now, and I spread them wide. Alice knew exactly what to do, and she was helping me.

I got a look at Alice's cunt, and a great cunt it was, completely ringed and rimmed by velvety soft pubic hair. My rock-hard cocker was standing straight out from my body, and in a moment our groins locked. A perfect fit.

And then I was all over her, making delightfully delicious love to her cunt and her clit and her tongue and her lips and both tits all at the same time. And Alice was doing the exact same thing to me. Her mouth and hands knew exactly what to do, and they were certainly doing it.

In a matter of moments we were both getting hot, hotter than we'd ever hoped we'd, be. In a simultaneous explosion of erotic delight we both burst into eruptions of delicious golden love-cream at the exact same moment. Once, twice, three times our bodies throbbed in syncopated rhythm as our flesh churned up and down with passionate vigor.

And then I was off Alice and reaching for Polly. But Polly had disappeared into the crowd somewhere, I could see Bert getting down on top of her. For a moment I thought of tapping him on the shoulder and saying "May I cut in?", but then I saw that Joy was right beside me and eager to get the ball rolling. I caught her in a flying tackle and started to do my stuff.

I had spread her legs and was all ready to get going when she stopped me. "No," she said in that rich Southern accent of hers. "Not in the twat. I want it up mah ayiss."

And then she rolled over, to reveal a gigantic, glorious behind, one of the best looking buns I'd seen in quite some time. I spread my own legs and locked Joy's beautiful buxom hips between my kneecaps. Then I spread her ass cheeks wide and slowly began to guide my cock through the beautiful pink rosebud that was there staring me in the face.

I heard Joy give a gasp of pleasure as I slid my meat into her and I knew why right away; a cock and a cunt feel good together, but an asshole is even tighter than a cunt is, and the tighter it is the better it feels for all parties concerned.

And all parties here felt just grand.

Well, Joy's ass was nice and tight, all right. I'd done assfucking before but somehow it had never seemed quite as enjoyable as the real thing. But there was something about this asshole of Joy's that made everything feel fantastic. I was glad that my cock had stopped knocking on the door of her cunt and had gone around to the servants' entrance.

Joy was moaning louder and faster as my huge wanger slid deeper and deeper into her canoodle. She was having her ass stretched deeper and wider than it had ever been stretched before, and I could tell that she loved it. The well-trained muscles of her behind were straining to take hold of my cock, to pull it deeper and deeper into the innermost depths of her bowels. I rammed my fuckstick into her right up to the hilt, and not even that was enough for her. She wanted my whole body, I could tell, she wanted to feel all of it pouring down into her flesh and stretching her apart in the agonized frenzy of lust. She wanted more and more of me all the time, and I was having the time of my life giving it to her.

Deeper went the dick, taking depth readings every five fathoms. Finally I could go no deeper, and I started pumping like mad, sending millions of kilowatts of crackling energy coursing through the young girl's frame, causing her to writhe and pulsate with the delicious throbbing thrill of being fucked up the ass by a man who knew what he was doing. And every bolt of sensuous dynamite that I was sending into her, she was sending right back into me, until the two of us were rising on an ever-mounting cloud of heat, of hot massaging steam heat. It was beautiful, beautiful.

And then I was creaming in Joy's ass, and I could have sworn that she was creaming right back at me. I'd ass fucked women before, but this was the first time I'd made a girl's ass cream. Well, this was the first time I'd felt that good doing it.

And now I was off of Joy and looking for fresh flesh for my meat, questing for new worlds of eroticism to conquer. And there, right before me, was beautiful Polly, but this time Nigel himself was on her. He looked about done though, and I suddenly knew that I couldn't wait any longer, that I had to have this woman and I had to have her now.

I feverishly went up to the writhing couple. To Nigel I said "Mind if I play through?" Without a word he leaped off of Polly and tackled Marilyn, and he'd spread her legs before her ass hit the floor. Now lovely Polly was mine, all mine.

I'd been waiting a long time for her, and I could tell that she'd been waiting for me too, waiting for me and wanting me, longing for me, lusting for me. I had her down in my strong grip, a grip made all the stronger by desire. She was my prisoner and she couldn't have escaped even if she'd wanted to. But I knew that she didn't want to.

And then I had her down and her legs were wide apart, waiting for the touch of my manhood between them. And our flesh met like two puzzle pieces that were created to lie side by side forever. Into her hole I went, and it was a beautiful hole indeed. I'd had some good ones but I knew right away that this was the best one yet; my organ slid into the velvety-smooth interior of her box and stayed there, clinging to its warm richness as though it wanted to dwell there forever.

And then our two bodies were throbbing as one, in perfect harmony, like one single lust-filled organism. It was a lovely feeling, and it was getting lovelier every minute. Faster and faster we worked to reach simultaneous orgasm, but the more we worked at it the more the work felt like play.

And it was play, a beautiful game of sport in which I was the hunter and she was the deer, and all the wide world were the spectators, looking on in wonder and delight as we had our way with each other's rippling flesh.

More of it, more of it. We were having each other's bodies for everything that both of us were worth, but not even that would be enough. There would never be enough, not if we had all the time in the world. So we had to do as much as we could right here and now, to make it last, to make it live on forever in our memories.

We would never forget it.

Oh, it was great, it was great, it was great and grand and glorious. And the more we did it, the better it felt, and the pressure was mounting to an ever-increasing pound pound pound pound pound throbbing pound that sent us writhing and twisting in the delicious throes of pure unadulterated sex. More of it, more of it, MORE OF IT!

And then there was a shout from somewhere, and our ten quivering, shivering, pulsating bodies slowly drew towards one another like ten beads of quicksilver. We metamorphosised into one huge globe of human flesh, until it was impossible for me to tell which girl was which, and I could no longer tell tit from clit or cunt from ass from mouth. But it didn't matter any more. It didn't matter. I fucked every hole in sight, and the holes thanked me for it, drinking up my love-juice greedily, sucking it up and begging for more, thirsting for more, knowing that there would never be enough to fill that bottomless pit of black slavering lust.

"Last dance of the evening!" roared Turtle, and we all fell apart to grab the nearest body and make love to it. I couldn't see who I had, and I still don't know to this day, but she was female and I was male and that was all that mattered to either of us. Harder and harder we went at it, grinding out our inhibitions and our hang-ups, living in the free-falling world of sex, beautiful sex. More of it, more of it.

And then there was one last shivering shudder of relief as we were finished, we were done, we were satiated.

But only for the night, only for that one night. There would be many other nights, and many other things to do in them.