Chapter 8

At the very last moment I did turn, and it was the most beautiful orgasm in the world to feel the firm track under my wheels again. A roar of delight swelled up from the stands as they saw what I had done.

And I was even more delighted when I saw that now I was AHEAD of Diana, ahead of her by a good three feet. And in the mirror on my handlebars I could see her gritting her teeth in determination. Well, I'd show this dyke bitch that men could beat women any day.

By now one more rider had left the race, and there were only two besides Diana and myself. And one of them was coming dangerously close. I suddenly realized that it would be a hell of a trip if, after all this, Diana and I both lost to some other guy. Well, I wasn't about to let that happen.

We hit a couple more jump ramps, and ahead of us was the starting line, which meant that we were about to complete our first lap of the track. But before we could cross that line we'd have to hit a squeeze track, a section of track that was so narrow only one cycle could cross it at a time. I decided that I would be the one to cross it first.

But Diana had made the same decision, and as we roared up a banked curve I saw that she was coming up beside me. And then we were neck and neck, both bearing down on that track like twin bullets. But I was a little bit closer.

And then my motor started making noises, and I knew that something had gone wrong with it, it was about to conk out. But even if I lost this race I was determined to cross the white line ahead of Diana.

One more rider, the one farthest behind, had fallen over and quit the race, and now it was between me, Diana and the third man. The rattling in my engine was getting louder and louder, and I knew that I'd really have to fight to get over that line.

And then I was horrified to see that slowly, inexorably, Diana was pulling up in front of me! She stuck her tongue out at me as she went by, and now there was no chance of me getting onto the squeeze track ahead of her. I knew that I had lost the race.

Suddenly the roaring of my malfunctioning engine rose to a crescendo, and then there was an explosion, and I expected to find myself flying into the air and being spread all over the planet. But then I saw that it was not my motor that had exploded, but Diana's! She tumbled off the side of the track, unhurt but cursing a mile a minute, and I rode past her to be the first to complete a lap. She was out of the race.

With only myself and one other guy in the race now, End result was a foregone conclusion. He didn't bother to even try to catch up with me as I rode on and on to complete lap after lap. I could take my time now, because I knew that I had won.

I had won the prize. But I wouldn't be happy until I had won the woman.

When time was called I stopped my cycle and went up to the reviewing stand, where I received the prize money and a shitty trophy, which I figured I could hock somewhere for six or seven bucks. The crowd poured in to congratulate me, but I shook them off and started walking back towards the cabin. But I heard a voice behind me.

"Mister Masterson."

I turned to see Daredevil Diana. I expected her to come up to me but she stood her ground.

"You were good," she said. "Better than I thought you'd be. You're the best man I've ever seen on a track."

"Thanks, baby," I told her. "But I'm even better on a mattress. Care to try me out some time?"

"Sorry," she said. "I prefer the company of my own sex." And then she turned and walked away. I turned to go back to the cabin, and there was Turtle.

He grinned. "Ain't fucked her yet, huh?"

"No, I haven't. But give me time." The two of us walked in silence for a while, and then I spoke again."'That fuckin' chick is really one good rider. Better than I am. I hate to admit it, but she deserved to win. It was a miracle that she didn't."

Turtle laughed. "It wasn't a miracle. It was good old Turtle."

That surprised me. "What do you mean?"

"Well," he said, "yuh remember when I was on the track talkin' to you, an' everybody was screamin' fer me to get off? And then I walked away an' started talkin' to Diana? Yuh remember that?"

"Go on," I prompted him.

"Well," he went on, "I just happened to notice a little wire stickin' out of her engine. An' while she was cursin' me out I kind a bent down to scratch my ankle, an' when I bent down I kinda accidentally got my finger stuck in the wire, an' when I stood up I kinda accidentally snapped the wire. Accidentally, yuh understand."

So he was the cause of my success.

Good old Turtle.

By now the two of us were at the cabin door, and we went inside. Alice and Marilyn were there, but Nigel and his rock group weren't. I remembered that they had a concert to give.

Seeing we had come in, the two chicks came towards us. 'The others won't be back until tonight," Alice said. "So we've got this place all to ourselves for three hours. Now what can we do for three hours?"

"Play cards?"

"Watch TV?"

"Jerk off?"

"I've got a better idea. Why don't we FUCK?"

"Now why didn't I think of that?"

I grabbed Alice, and Turtle was tackling Marilyn. In a moment the four of us were down on the floor in a heap. I pinned Alice's firm white shoulders back as though we were wrestlers, and I straddled her and sat on top of her as I hurried to undo my fly. Out popped my cocker, ready for action. It felt good to have Alice's warm body beneath me and between my legs.

She was wearing sheer panty hose and I dug my fingers into it and tore it right off her body. All that motorcycle riding had gotten me hot and ready for action, and I wanted to take it out on this woman who lay before me, ready to submit to my will. I tore the flimsy nylon from her flesh, and then I snatched two handfuls of her brightly colored skirt and tugged it off her hips, down her body and off her completely. Once again she had no panties on, and I saw her ass and cunt and clit standing naked and unashamed before me, ready and eager to do my bidding.

I grabbed her by the ankles and spread her legs apart. By this time my donger was standing straight out from my body, hot and ready for action. The longer it had to wait the bigger it got, and the bigger it got the harder it got. Now it felt as though it were trying to leap out of my body and into hers.

I spread her legs wider, spread them until I could see the wrinkles of the flesh where her legs joined onto her torso. And then I was on top of her, and my granite shaft slid into her, burrowing downward like some sex-starved animal, going farther down with every passing moment against my flesh. I felt the hard round cones of her tits digging into my huge chest, and I felt a tingling sensation as my own small nipples began to stand upright in delight. It is not commonly known that the nipples of the male are as erogenously inclined as those of the female, but Alice had known it, for now she bent her head to kiss one of them lovingly, and I answered in kind, placing my mouth firmly against the peak of one of her twin Everests and stimulating it into erection.

And while all this was going on I felt the slowly spreading feeling of warmth as my organ swelled and grew within her flesh, getting bigger and harder and hotter all the time. And the bigger I got within her the tighter her flesh hugged my own, and it felt better and better all the time, all the time, all the time.

I was riding her now as though she were a motorcycle and I had another race to win, and my stick shift went into high gear as our twin engines hummed and throbbed with ever-gathering speed.

And now I was pumping, pumping up and down in the saddle, and every thrust of my lance was the cause of a fresh torrent of erotic delight that poured over me and overwhelmed me, drowning me in it. I was creaming, and Alice was creaming, and the world seemed brighter and more beautiful than it had in months, maybe even years. Everything was great, wonderful, marvelous.

I felt myself giving one last lurching shudder as I sent my life-liquid streaming into Alice's waiting crevice, and that was beautiful too.

Alice had been great, and now I was ready for Marilyn, and Turtle was ready for Alice, and we all knew that Round Two would be even better than what had gone before.

From somewhere Turtle produced a reefer, and he lit it up and took a deep, deep drag on it, passing it to me. "Here, man," he breathed ecstatically. 'Try it this way."

I'd never done it with a girl stoned before, because it seemed to me that the effects of the pot would take away from the feeling of having the girl, and vice versa. I figured they'd cancel each other out.

But then, suddenly, I knew that Turtle was right, and I took the herb-filled cylinder of twisted paper and thrust it between my lips. Slowly, almost timidly I took three hard, long drags on the reefer. That felt good. That felt damned good. But a woman would feel even better.

I came towards Marilyn now, naked Marilyn who was lying in bed waiting for my embraces, my caresses. I came to touch her, and it was like plunging into an ocean of delight, an ocean of soft warm water that caressed me and kissed me and made love to me. And far off in the clear green water I could see Marilyn coming towards me, and I saw that she had become a mermaid, the most beautiful mermaid in the world. And then I saw that I had become a merman, and with one powerful stroke of my mighty tail I lunged towards her through the water so that we might meet and sink slowly into the depths of a sea of delight.

And as we touched I found that I was now a knight, a knight in gleaming golden armour, riding forth to claim the Lady Marilyn. And I found that the white horse I was riding was also Marilyn, and it felt good to have her flesh beneath me as my strong armoured legs straddled her flanks. And then my white lance thrust again and again to send a torrent of pleasure tumbling forth on top of me.

And then I was a skier, zooming down a mountain of snow-white flesh at the speed of lightning, hurtling downwards towards Marilyn below. And I fell into a bank of soft white snow, and it tumbled bouncing jouncing pouncing over me and under me and onto me, and Marilyn was there beside me, and we rocked and whirled and danced in an ecstasy of love. Oh, it was beautiful, and I wished that it would never stop.

And then I was at the controls of a mighty spaceship, sending its long phallic nose thrusting into the heavens, zooming along at eighty parsecs a minute, and I felt the surge of power thundering through my entire body and growing stronger, ever stronger.

And then a door opened in the galaxy of stars before me, and I saw Polly come in, and Joy, and Jenny, and I was glad to see them in their identical miniskirts and boots and ruffled blouses. And then Nigel and Alfie and Bert were there too, and I was glad to see them. And then Marilyn and Alice and even Turtle were standing right before me, drifting naked in space, beckoning me to come with them and dance through the heavens.

I wanted to join them.

And then my spaceship exploded in a frenzy of passion, and I was drifting in space. But I knew that the inky star-speckled blackness was good, and warm, and loving, and I tore off my space suit to float naked and passionate, between the stars with my other friends, all naked and all eager to begin the dance of life. And then we were all floating about weightless in space, and it was marvelous, and I was surrounded by Polly and Jenny and Alice and Joy and Marilyn all at the same time, and it was fantastic, and we soared through the limitless reaches of outer space at the speed of light.

And then a planet was before us, a beautiful green planet like a jewel in the heavens, and we were falling towards it, and it was a delicious feeling.

And then we were all in bed together, Polly and Jenny and Alice and Joy and Marilyn, with me right in the middle, and I was fucking all of them at once, and they were begging me for more, pleading with me not to leave them until at long last they were satisfied. Oh, it was great, it was great, it was great.

And then I could see clearly, and all the girls and I and all the men were lying in one huge heap of beautiful flesh, and next to me was Turtle, passing me the reefer once again.

"Well," he said, "how does it feel to do it when you're stoned?"

I didn't answer, but he understood by the smile on my face, and he knew that no answer was needed.

Finally we put our clothes on and started to cook some supper and drink some beer. It turned out that, even though the county fair would be here for several days, Nigel's rock group had only been doing a one-night stand. Tomorrow they' would be on the road again, searching for a new place to go, a new town to see, a new life to live. They asked us if we wanted to come with them.

It would be good to be on the road again, to have the road under my wheels. I felt uncomfortable staying in one place for too long. It had been very interesting working at the girls' school only a few days ago, but I had been there for almost a week, and even when I'd been in bed with Felicia and Cynthia and Melanie and beautiful beautiful Stella I had had an irrepressible urge to move on, to find a new place to go, a new fortune to seek.

I decided that I wanted to go with these others on their quest for new excitement and adventure. I wouldn't be happy until I had left this town far, far behind me.

But before I left it there was still one thing I had to do. I had to find Diana, and I had to make her love me. The road could wait, right now I had to have Diana.

Polly was looking at me, waiting for me to answer. "Please, Roger," she was telling me. "Do say that you'll come with us. It wouldn't be the same without you."

The others were looking at me too, all waiting for the answer that they hoped would be "Yes."

"Later," I heard myself saying. "I've got something to do. I'll tell you later."

I got up and started walking towards the door, but before I got to it I was running, and then flying, and I was out of it and racing back towards the sports arena.

A man was standing there, a short fat bald fellow with glasses and a clipboard. I ran up to him and grabbed him by the lapels. "Where is she?" I gasped.

He didn't seem to hear, so I shouted louder. "Where is she? Where's Diana? Where's Daredevil Diana?" I shook him harder and harder, waiting for him to reply.

At last he gasped out an answer: "Miss Diana left an hour ago. No forwarding address."

My guts exploded. I let go of the man, and he fell down in the mud, but I didn't care. It was starting to drizzle, and little puddles were forming all around me as I ran for the cabin, ran back to the cabin where I'd parked my motorcycle.

The cabin door burst open and I saw the girls standing there, and they were shouting something to me, but I couldn't hear it. The only thing I wanted to hear now was Diana's voice telling me how much she longed for my body. I ran past them and vaulted onto my chopper, kicking it into life as I did so. A burst of lightning ripped the sky apart, and I was sopping wet, but I didn't notice. My wheels were pointed round and heading for the highway, heading for the road down which Diana had gone.