Chapter 5
As if in a trance, Linda went to her car. She was getting pretty drunk from the booze she'd been putting down. And the images that swirled through her head were making her feel so strange. It was as if a sex storm had been buffeting her the past few days. She couldn't get away from the bombartiment of sensuality. It came at her from all sides; sounds, sights, smells.
"I'm either going crazy or..." The big Lincoln roared to life and she backed into the street. She took the same road she'd taken the day the hitchhiker had caught her attention. But today the curb was empty. She went on out of town and drove slowly, her eyes scanning the fields as if she might discover what she needed.
"I can't keep doing this. I can't go trying to pick up some man every time I'm horny." And Linda had been horny so often. She opened the glove compartment and pulled out the pint of vodka she kept there for emergencies. "If I don't watch out I'm going to end up like poor Louise," she mumbled, unscrewing the cap and putting the mouth of the bottle to her lips.
For no special reason she took a turnoff. It was an old two-lane blacktop that wound through farming land. She saw a colorful sign and read it aloud as she moved past.
"New Morning Commune. Please drive slow and watch for kids."
Linda went by the dirt road that the arrow had indicated but after another mile stopped and turned around, Again she was confused, not sure why she wanted to drive out by that commune. A bunch of hippies. What could she find there? But she got the Lincoln pointed back around and returned to the cut-off. The road was rutted and bumpy and it seemed like more than three miles had slipped under the big wheels of her car when she saw some tumbled-down buildings.
Linda pulled into the rocky bare space in front of the houses and stopped. A few curious children gathered around the Lincoln. There were young girls working in a scraggly garden and they stopped and turned too. From inside the closest house a tall and rangy boy with long hair appeared. He was wearing a t-shirt and torn jeans and sandals. He walked suspiciously towards the car.
Now that the moment had arrived Linda didn't know how to begin. She knew what she wanted but did she really want it here? From this particular male?
"Can I help you ma'am?" the boy said, pushing the hair back from his face. He was pleasant looking and broad in the shoulders. He even seemed fairly clean, much to Linda's surprise. She could see that he was studying her expensive silk blouse and the equally expensive skirt she had on. The diamond watch on her wrist picked up the sun and threw bright spangles of light across the hippy's face. Linda found that she was breathing very fast.
"I ... I thought I'd come out and see this place," she stammered. The tall boy smiled.
"Get out and I'll show you around. There's not all that much to see but you're welcome to stay as long as you want."
In a daze Linda got out and slammed the door of the Lincoln. One girl in the garden was still watching her but the others had returned to their work. Linda walked with the boy to the small house. Inside she saw a dirty kitchen and unkept bedrooms. But the place had a homey, comfortable feel to it. The boy was talking, explaining how they got by in the winter. Linda hardly listened. She was stealing glances at his muscular back. The t-shirt didn't reach down to his waist and she could see the tan, firm flesh when he moved. His jeans were tight in the crotch too and she could see the shape of his cock. Did he have an erection or was he just big?
"Out back we have a kind of bunkhouse. Alot of the guys who don't have a lady stay there."
"Where do you stay?" Linda asked, letting her eyes warm to his face. The young man picked up her vibes. He grinned knowingly.
"I sleep in the house."
"So you've got a lady?"
"You could say that." He rubbed his chin, watching her. Linda was staring at his belt buckle. Why didn't he grab her for christ sake? Couldn't he smell the lust on her? Didn't he know what she'd driven out there for? She walked slowly to the window. The girl who'd watched her closest when she'd driven up was still working in the garden. But every so often she stopped and glanced towards the house. That was the guy's hippy girlfriend no doubt. And she was nervous as hell that her old man was going to do something naughty. Linda turned to find the young man directly behind her. She guessed that he'd been about to put his hands on her waist.
"Well, thank you for showing me around," she said.
"You sure smell pretty. A guy doesn't get a chance to sniff much perfume out here."
"Glad you like it."
The boy put his hands on her shoulders. She lifted her chin slightly and let her eyes flutter closed. The kiss was soft and polite. But the churning hunger inside her was ignited. She groaned through her nostrils and let her big breasts press against the boy's t-shirt. His hands slipped around her back. She ground her hips up and opened her mouth more.
"I don't know your name," the young man said, kissing her neck now, his fingers exploring the plump lushness of her ass.
"It's Linda," she groaned.
"I'm Barry."
It was all they needed to say for the moment. Barry unbuttoned her blouse and lowered his head so that his mouth pulled wetly at the brown nipples. He pushed fingers through her dark hair as she sighed and moved her body around, delighting in the lovemaking.
"Jesus, you've got fantastic tits," he gasped, feasting eagerly on them. Through the window Linda saw the girl in the garden again. She had stopped raking and was staring at the house. She looked young and thin and pretty. Her red hair was in braids and though her long dress hid her legs, Linda guessed that they were as willowy and nice as the rest of her. Poor thing, she thought. But the knowledge that she was stealing a little of the girl's man was all the more exciting to Linda. She smiled wickedly as the young hippy's fingers unzipped her skirt.
"Ohhhh," she sighed, feeling his touch against the nylon of her panties. He pushed the damp material up into her mushy heat. She squirmed and bit at his neck. Then he was skinning her underwear down. They puddled at her ankles and she stepped out of one leg.
"Aren't there any doors around here?" she breathed, looking over his shoulder at the sunlit doorway.
"No, we're pretty casual."
"You don't mind if somebody watches..."
"Oh we respect each other's privacy if that's what's bothering you." The boy rubbed his finger up into her crevice. The juice poured out, wetting him. Linda pumped her hips, plunging the soft, feverish wound against his touch.
"Uhhhhh, honey!" Her head pressed against his chest. "Barry ... Barry! Ohhhh, fuck me darling! Fuck me good."
She felt herself eased back onto the unmade bed. The hippy guy seemed to know what he was doing alright. She closed her eyes, letting her body go. He hadn't bothered to take off her shoes and that was fine. She kind of liked the feeling of getting laid with some of her clothes on. She still had her arms through the sleeves of her blouse but it was open in front to expose her heaving breasts. The young man's eyes devoured her body as he struggled to get his jeans down. Linda helped him. Her fingers found the shaft of his cock and she jacked the skin up and down.
"Jesus Christ you're beautiful. Why did you come all the way out here anyhow?"
"To get laid," Linda breathed. "By you." She slid her heels slowly up the bed, her knees falling apart to expose her gift. Barry began to breathe harder. Her fingers were massaging him, urging him to take her. He let his body ride forward and she fit the head of his cock into the seepy soft folds.
"Ohhhh Linda," he groaned, forcing his hips under and up. He entered her easily. She knew her cunt was wet and swollen and ready to get fucked. After watching her own daughter enjoy herself so thoroughly she wasn't about to let the day go by without having some fun herself. It was as simple as that. Linda figured she owed it to herself to get some pleasure out of life. And this young, long-haired stud was going to take care of the pleasure for this day at least.
"Yes, ohhh, yes Barry! You're nice and big." Barry lowered his chest down onto her breasts. It felt lovely. She hugged his back as he began to pump in and out of her. Already the friction was making itchy tingles shoot up and down her legs. Her belly heaved up against his. Her hips plunged, dipped, danced. She could feel the supercharged excitement of her climax already burning.
"Ohhh! Ohhhhh! Uhhhhhhh!" She clung harder to Barry's body. They had not been joined more than a few minutes and already she knew it was getting hot and fast and wild! Linda had been so ready, so hungry to screw! Watching her nephew do it to her daughter had been too intense to bear. But now it was Linda on the bed with her legs thrown wide! She was getting a hot, hard cock shoved in and out of her belly!
"Barry! Honeeee, it's ... it's ... Ahhhhhhh!"
"...god damn," the boy grunted, his long hair mingling with Linda's as he kissed her again. Linda wrapped her legs up around his body. The heels of her shoes dug into his ass and the young man seemed to go crazy with the sensation. He rammed her all the harder, his hands digging deep in her own soft bottom. The sloppy hot sound of their fucking filled the room. Linda's eyes blurred, focused, blurred again. The pleasure rose up through her writhing body in waves. The waves were almost unbearable in their intensity. She was crying out loudly now. She heard her own voice echo back to her as if in a dream. God, she'd been horny! And the steady stab of Barry's cock was taking care of her so well. It was fantastic, it was lovely!
Linda screamed as the full brunt of ecstasy hit her. Her eyes opened as she clung frantically to the humping body of the young, light-haired hippy. In the doorway stood the tall red-headed girl. Her face was an emotionless mask. But her eyes were vaguely threatening. Linda realized that the girl was going to stand there and watch until it was over. But she didn't really care. The intensity of her pleasure was making her crazy by now. Her body moved steadily under the young man's frenzied lovemaking. She could feel the throbbing tickle where her clit had turned into a bursting sun of joy. Barry's mouth was on her breasts again, sucking, tonguing them until she grunted like a rutting animal. Linda closed her eyes again, fucking back at him as hard as she could. Their bodies made wet music and Barry pushed his tongue deep into her mouth.
Linda opened her eyes again. The redhead was still in the doorway, her expression unchanged. Barry was working his ass around with quivering excitement. She could feel his muscles going hard, feel his breathing become more strained. Then he cried out too and his shaft swelled inside her as the hot cream spurted.
"Yes baby," she soothed, petting his head, touching the nape of his neck. Linda was looking into the red-headed girl's eyes and the girl was looking into hers. "Come darling, come inside me!" The expression on the red-head's face changed at last. Linda could see the hate there now. Then the girl turned and was gone.
"I'd like to see you again sometime," Barry said, leaning against the door of the Lincoln. Linda started the engine and fiddled with the radio until she found a jazz station. She felt comfortably mussed. Some of the young hippy's semen was leaking onto her panty crotch and she rocked her hips, smearing it around inside her crevice.
"Maybe you'd better let me decide if we should see each other again. I don't want to cause you trouble." Linda glanced out to the garden. The red-headed girl was not even making a pretense of working. She was leaning on her hoe, watching them.
"Oh, Rita will cool out later. Hell, she doesn't own me."
"Just to keep things straight," Linda said, "maybe I should pay you."
"Pay me?" Barry looked a little puzzled. Linda had already reached into her purse. She held out two twenty dollar bills. The young man stared at them, swallowed. Then he took them and folded them into a pocket of his jeans.
"For services rendered," Linda said, giving his hand a squeeze. "Go buy something pretty for your girlfriend."
"Aren't you going to let me know where I can get in touch with you?"
"Maybe someday I'll drop by again." She smiled, slipped the big car into gear. The long-haired boy was standing in the yard watching her as she headed back down the dirt road towards the highway.