Chapter 11
"Say! Did you see that?" Patti turned excitedly to face Linda and Cindy in the car. Their necks were already craned behind them, watching the fast-disappearing figure of a solitary hitchhiker by the roadside.
"My God—did I see him!?! And his sign said he was going to Redlands. Taco, stop! Go back and pick him up—please?" Cindy pleaded with Taco in an almost childish whine. With an indulgent, knowing smile to Bull, Taco pulled over to the side of the road.
"Now, what are you girls so excited about? What is it you want me to do?"
"Oh, Taco," Patti answered him, "we want you to go back and pick up that fantastic-looking hitchhiker. We need some new male blood!" She kidded him as she tickled his inner thigh.
"I would say that blood was the least of your desires right at the moment. Okay! Back we go ... " And with a gallant gesture he spun the car around and headed back to the hitchhiker.
When they pulled up alongside the man, Cindy rolled down the window and told him that they, too, were headed for Redlands, that there was plenty of room in the car, and that they'd be very pleased if he'd come along.
"Far out!" he replied, not really sure whether he was talking about the offer of a ride all the way or about the glowing, greedy looks of the three women eyeing him from the dark car.
"Why don't you get in the back, man? The seats are all folded down, so that there's more room back there," Taco informed him with a grin. The hitchhiker was an incredibly large man whose muscles could be seen rippling under well-tailored clothes. Despite his muscle bound appearance, he crawled over the tailgate into the back with amazing agility. Patti's eyes were flaming.
"We're off," said Taco wryly. It took them approximately twenty minutes of the usual polite banter to establish the facts. His name was Justice Holt; he worked as the strong man in a smalltime circus that was playing Las Vegas at the moment; he was taking a short vacation to visit a friend in Redlands; and he was quite used to sexy, admiring glances from women. That bit of information did not come from the talk, but from the constant half-smile on his face as he watched Patti, Cindy, and Linda watching him.
Bull was in the back of the car, stretched at full length and watching the stars through the tailgate window. He was thinking about the weekend's events and obviously quite pre-occupied. Linda looked from Justice Holt to Bull and back to Cindy beside her. She put a question in her look to Cindy—she was still feeling her way within this family and not totally sure which of her impulses she should follow up.
Under her breath, Cindy laughed agreeably in response. Anything goes, she seemed to smile. And with her eyes on Justice, Linda began unbuttoning her blouse.
As her breasts sprang from the confinement of her blouse, she licked her tongue sultrily across her lips, and watched the lazy knowing smile that passed across Justice's face. She wondered what he was thinking of as she cupped the twin mounds of pink-tipped flesh up with her palms.
"Hey, Bull. Better wake up; Linda wants to play," Cindy advised, and began undressing herself.
"And so does Justice," Linda mewed as the man leaned forward and kissed one of the pert tips of her breasts. She gasped with delight.
Bull just glanced to the side and said, "Taco, do you want me to drive? I don't feel much like playing just now."
"What's bothering you, brother?" Taco wanted to know as he glanced in the rear view mirror and saw Linda's swollen breasts being kissed by the hitchhiker.
Cindy had crawled toward the back of the car from her place behind Taco and was now slipping Justice's pants down his lean buttocks. Once past the crotch, she placed her face in the shadows between his legs and began to suck his bulbous organ into her mouth. Bull didn't answer.
What a beautiful cocksucker Cindy is, Taco thought, and then glanced at Patti sitting beside him. And Miss Pretty-Picture here likes to be fucked in the butt. And now we've included a third woman and made five of us—perhaps Justice will stay and make six. The only difference it makes is that there will be more people available for sex. And that's beautiful too, Taco mused further.
To like something and be free to admit it is the essence of liberty. Of course, for that something to be sex is hard to admit, even to oneself. Because he could not wholly acknowledge sex, the bellboy had been driven to destroy the film. And Taco had sensed it.
That intuition was what had taken Taco out of the room and into the gambling pits at the last moment. And there had been Tom Jones. Out to get even. Then it had been just a simple matter of letting fate follow its course.
Taco had known Tom's nature would thwart him eventually if Taco remained cool himself. So he had merely waited for the right hand. Fate had decreed that Tom would have a good hand, too. So he had bet high and confidently. But Taco had taken the pot for $8600. And nearly all of ii had been Tom's money.
Taco's thoughts came back to the present; he glanced at Patti again. Her face was enraptured with the scene taking place behind her.
Cindy lay on her stomach between Justice's legs, gobbling his immense rod in and out of her mouth as rapidly as she could. He was kissing Linda at the same time, while both big hands massaged her breasts until the tips were turgid,
"How about a little head, baby?" Taco asked Patti, while alternately glancing from the road to the rear view mirror.
"Sure," Patti agreed and set about unbuttoning his pants and removing Taco's swelling prick. She lowered her head delicately with her lips pointed until they touched the slick tip. Then, as if she were a snake charmer, she encouraged the organ to grow with a licking tongue. Taco responded with a grunt and thrust of his hips so that the elliptical bulb parted Patti's soft lips and entered her mouth.
Suddenly Bull sat up. Moving as if inspired by some idea he had come across during his silent musings, he maneuvered himself behind Linda and pulled the skirt up above the mounds of her ass. With one quick powerful pull he tore the flimsy panties she wore completely free, while his other hand fumbled to get out his cock.
With animal grunts he worked his fingers between Linda's legs until he found her already moist box and then plunged in. As he tried to insinuate his stiffened cock between her buns, she broke the kiss with Justice long enough to say:
"Oh, Bull, be careful, please!"
But he didn't seem to hear. Pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy as fast as he could, he located the rosette of her asshole with the tip of his prick and without hesitating pushed with all his might. Despite having resumed kissing Justice, Linda screamed, "Oh, Bull, it's too much! I can't take it!"
But Bull was not hearing. Instantly he strove to penetrate her asshole until with one great lunge he succeeded, and Linda nearly swooned with pain.
"Oh, God! Bull—please!" she screamed.
Cindy was startled enough by the urgency of the sound to spit Justice's prick out and say, "Bull baby, what's wrong with you? Stop that right now!"
But it was no use. Bull wasn't listening. Besides, Linda's protests were beginning to diminish as the effects of Bull's probing finger between her juicy pussy lips mingled lewd pleasure with pain.
Patti could not help but chuckle at the sounds coming from the back of the car, even though her mouth was stuffed full of Taco's prick. She couldn't see what was going on, but she could guess quite easily that the problem lay somewhere in the realm of anal love. Funny, she reflected, the way this trip was turning out.
More and more the companions were exploring the arena in which a good butt fucking took place. Oh, you're so wicked! Patti thought of herself, and felt a satisfied amusement filter over her. She could have told them all along.
Taco, too, was wondering at the change. The thought occurred to him that it was almost too subtle to notice, but it seemed as if they were having less and less fun with their sexual freedom. More and more, something happened to turn their pleasure into something corrupt. Oh, of course it was not that he was against dual intercourse. How could he be when his wife liked it so much?
Well, perhaps it was nothing more than the newness of group sex to Bull and Cindy. And then, the sudden addition of Linda and, for at least the time being, Justice to the group. He realized suddenly that he was guilty of the same doubts himself. He was thinking about all the implications of their sex, rather than enjoying the feeling of Patti's mouth as it plunged up and down his prick.
What a magnificent thing! To be driving nearly a hundred miles per hour and to be getting sucked off at the same time. He wondered what it would feel like in a rocket ship going through gravitational pull. He smiled to himself. Until then, this would just have to do!
With a gasp as the erotic pleasure caught him up, he concentrated on the hot wet swishes of Patti's tongue around the end of his cock.
Bull had found his way to the depths of Linda's rectum, and almost before he knew it he was about to cum. I wonder what's wrong, he thought. Why was he starting to cum so quickly? He had always been like a marathon runner before this. His prick let loose a tremendous blast of hot jism and it scalded a scream from Linda.
She dropped her head forward until her mouth found Cindy's box and hungrily ate it up. Bull's cum was driving her mad with a lust unknown before this. All Linda could think about was a feeling of servitude. She wanted to be the object that offered the most pleasure and nothing more. The thought felt surprisingly good to her.
Taco felt as if he would never cum. Patti's blow job was far too good not to prolong for as long as he could. The thought surprised Taco. Like his brother, Taco was faced with a turnabout from the norm. I've always been a quick cum before this, he thought. I wonder what the explanation could be?
When Cindy felt Linda's mouth on her cunt, she looked past Justice's balls for a moment and saw the expression on Bull's face. He was cumming, she knew in an instant. At first the phenomenon did not register, but then she realized that only a short time had passed since he had .entered Linda. That's funny, she mused, Bull usually takes all day to cum!
Patti was having the same kind of thoughts. Taco was not cumming. She thought it very peculiar, especially since one of the traits in him she liked the most was the frequency of his orgasms.
Suddenly Taco pulled to the roadside and slowed the car to a stop. Patti raised her head from his prick and asked, "What's wrong, baby?"
"Nothing really. Just that things seem a little strange, and I wanted to air the thought."
"What thought?" Bull asked from the rear.
"Well, I'm taking one hell of a long time cumming and I think I heard you cum quickly. What's up?"
"I was thinking about that, too, brother," Bull answered. "I don't know—but it seems weird. You're having the opposite experience to mine."
And then, to complicate matters, for no apparent reason the hitchhiker suddenly moved to the rear of the station wagon and said, "Thanks for the lift. I'll just keep on my way while you folks decide what to do." He let himself out before they could stop him.
"Justice ... " was all Cindy had time to say before he was gone. "Damn!" she exploded. "He didn't even cum!"