Chapter 5
Take Me for a Ride, Baby!
"Riding a bike can really be a gas, especially if it's a chopper. The complete freedom and sense of power a chopper rider feels every time he kicks his machine to life is like nothing else in the world. Of course there are other side benefits to riding that make it even more enjoyable.
"like the undisguised envy that every young girl who sees you feels, or the fear that most older people show when you're around. Best of all though, is the way the sight and sound of that big bike, and the to-hell-with-it attitude of the chopper rider turns chicks on. Not just young chicks, either. Women in their forties, teeny-boppers, housewives and hippie chicks, they're all turned on by guys who ride choppers. When you get them on the bike with you they-blend that six-hundred pounds of steel between your legs with what nature hung there. Ninety-nine times out of a hundred you'll end up in bed with any chick you manage to get on the back of your bike. Half the time with her raping you before you have a chance to put the make on her. That's just the way bikes seem to affect most chicks.
"That's how I got into the Cult. Through one of those chicks who wanted to take a ride.
"I went out just to do a little cruising ... not going anywhere in particular ... just heading out to get some fresh air in my armpits. After riding aimlessly for an hour or so, I pointed the bike towards the park where a couple of local rock bands were giving a free concert. When I got there, I chained the bike to a light pole. I tried to walk over to where the concert was going on but the crowd was so damn thick that I couldn't get closer than a hundred feet from the music. After pushing and shoving for a while, I decided to give up and headed back for the bike. I get awfully nervous when my bike's out of sight. Chains can be cut, three husky guys can throw a bike in the back of a pickup in a minute, and be gone before anyone realizes what's happening.
"When I got back to the parking lot I climbed on the bike, leaving it down on the sidestand. I put my feet up on the bars and leaned back against the sissy bar, completely relaxed. With two fingers I worked a butt out of the pocket of my cut-off, lit it, and then looked around the area to see what might be happening in the parking lot. I had had a lot of luck in picking up chicks here before. They knew that this was where we parked our bikes. If they wanted a ride, this was the place to be when we got ready to go.
"There were quite a few kids just sitting and standing around the lot, long-haired guys and surfer-looking chicks. All the chicks had long blonde hair and great big eyes, just the kind of dolls that turn me on. At least, that's the way they all looked to me. There must have been some chicks there with short hair, brown hair, or small eyes, but I didn't see any of them.
"Two of the chicks were looking my way. I looked back at them and gave them a big smile. The next thing I knew they were standing right next to the bike, looking both it and me over quite frankly.
" 'Man,' one of them said, 'you sure have an out-of-sight chopper. What kind is it?'
" 'The only kind, doll,' I answered. 'A Harley Seventy-Four.'
" 'Oh, wow! That's the same kind Peter Fonda had in Easy Rider, isn't it?'
" 'Yeah.'
"Her eyes seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. For some reason it looked as though she couldn't stand still.
" 'Did you build it yourself?'
"I nodded my answer, playing a tough and cool role like something out of a third-rate biker movie.
" 'Would you take me for a ride? Please?'
"I almost had to laugh at the pleading tone in her voice.
" 'What about your girl friend?' I asked, nodding towards the other girl, who had moved off a few feet and was looking at my front end. The front end on the bike, that is. My front end was still hidden in my pants.
" 'She can have her ride second, after we get back.' She had obviously misunderstood my question, figuring that if I took her for a ride, I'd follow up by taking her girl friend for a ride when we got back. Only I hadn't figured on coming back from our ride real soon. I had a short stop planned ... at my apartment. She looked sharp. The longer I looked at her, the hornier I got for that sweet-looking young body.
"I had been through a pretty heavy scene of screwing the night before, though, and I figured I could hold out for a while before I became a screaming sex-maniac. I decided to go along with the program.
"I unchained the bike, fired it up with two kicks and put the passenger pegs down. She climbed on, getting her leg bruised against the sissy bar before she managed to swing it across the fender. Then she singed her leg on the hot exhaust pipes running up the right side of the bike. I took off easy. I wanted to see how she was going to react when I leaned the bike over in a turn before I really turned it on.
"Some chicks panic when they feel the bike leaning towards the pavement and try to lean the other way. That's a good way to get yourself smeared all over the pavement. I've seen a coupie of guys that they had to pick up with a blotter because the chick blew it, making 'em lose the bike in a hot turn. Because of that I like to take it easy until I find out if the chick knows anything about riding on the back of a bike.
"She stayed right behind me, though, keeping the sissy bar in the center of her back, leaning back away from me instead of hanging on to my waist the way most inexperienced chicks do. I really took her for a ride, scraping the pegs in the corners and pulling the front wheel a couple feet off the ground on acceleration. I guess she really dug it, because when we got back, about fifteen minutes later, she did a good job of swabbing out the inside of my ear with her tongue before she got off the bike.
"Wondering if maybe I could score with both chicks, I repeated the whole thing with her girl friend. She didn't seem to be as relaxed on the back of the bike, but still didn't do anything stupid. Again I headed back to the parking lot after about fifteen minutes, and the first chick was sitting right there waiting for us.
" 'Hey, man,' she yelled, 'that was really groovy. I really dug it.' She was all smiles and shivers. 'You hungry?'
'"Huh?? ? ? Oh, yeah. A little bit.' It had been a long time since breakfast, and I had been thinking of stopping for a hamburger on the way home.
" 'Some friends of ours have a place not far from here,' she said. 'If you want to go up there, I'll fix us something. Mary can drive the car, you can ride me up on the bike. Okay?'
" 'Sure. Why not?' Maybe I'd get some action out of this chick, and maybe not. Even if I didn't, at least I'd get a free feed.
"I fired the bike up again and Lois, that was the chick's name, climbed back on, pointing to where a beat-up Volkswagen was pulling out of the lot with the other chick, Mary, at the wheel. Over the sound of the engine, Lois yelled at me to follow the VW. I did. It wasn't easy. Either that VW was super-slow or Mary was a super-cautious driver. For the roughly three miles from the park to the pad I never got out of second gear. At that, I almost ran over the VW a couple of times.
"Mary parked the car in the driveway and went on into the house while I chained the bike up on the lawn, where I would be able to see it from one of the windows. Then Lois and I followed her.
"We went through the front door and right away I got a funny feeling that someone was standing behind me. Before I had a chance to turn around and check out the feeling, a pair of arms went around my waist, a hand was rubbing at my crotch. I twisted around to look behind me. It was Mary ... bare-ass naked! I turned back to Lois and saw that she was taking off her clothes, too. What a grabber this turned out to be!
"Whatever it was they were planning, I certainly wasn't about to fight it. I cooperated by starting to take off my clothes, too. Lois was down to bare skin before I even had my shirt off, showing off a beautiful total tan. She and Mary decided to help me, pulling buttons loose, opening my belt buckle, unbuttoning my Levi's-the last being accompanied by assorted rubs against the bulge that had grown in the front of my shorts.
"Lois took me by one hand, Mary by the other, and they led me through a big living room that must have had ten couches in it, along a hallway, and into a bedroom. Nobody had said a word since we had come into the house, and, to be honest, there wasn't much that needed to be said. They were saying it all with their hands.
"They led me over to a king-size bed and, being as cooperative as possible, I climbed into the middle of it and lay down on my back. The girls got in on opposite sides and Lois just sat there while Mary gave me a long, deep tongue kiss. When we finally broke for air Mary sat up straight and it was Lois's turn to swap a little spit with me.
"When we finally broke for air again I decided it was time for me to take a little action of my own. I reached up with one hand and began to caress one of Lois's tits, tweaking the nipple with my fingers, and began to rub my other hand gently back and forth on Mary's thigh. I was almost getting cross-eyed, trying to look at both of them at once.
"When I touched her tit Lois arched her back, almost like a cat being petted, and I expected her to start purring at any minute. She didn't, though. Instead she looked down at me, gave me a big smile, then lifted her leg up and over me, straddling my chest with her wet cunt only inches from my eyes. The invitation was too much to resist. I bent my head forward and kissed those juicy lips, sliding my tongue in just a little ways, curving the tip of it for a minute, then sliding it out again slowly. As I did this I felt Mary shifting her position on the bed, pulling my hand away from her thigh, and the furry damp patch I was just beginning to explore with my fingers. Then her lips, hot and cold at the same time, were wrapped around the head of my cock.
"I spread her cunt-lips wide with my fingers, searching deeper and deeper into Lois's cunt with my tongue, while Mary stroked away on my cock with her mouth and tongue. I was really getting hot and horny.
"My tongue action was really getting to Lois, and after a few minutes of my tongue-probing she grabbed my hair with both hands and pulled my face tight up againt her cunt. I shot my tongue into her as deep as it would go, wiggling it around inside her before pulling it out, then sliding it in again.
"Mary stopped her mouth action on my cock and I felt the bed move again as she shifted around on it. I felt the soft scratchiness of hair rubbing against the head of my cock then the hot wetness of the tightest cunt I had ever felt as she lowered herself over my cock, sliding it in straight and smooth. I couldn't believe that any cunt, even a virgin's, could be that tight, and for a second I wished that Lois's cunt wasn't pressed against my face, so I could see that tight little hole that was wrapped around my cock.
"Mary began to pump up and down, bouncing away, hard and fast, her hands squeezing the flesh at my waist, nails biting at the skin. As the passion built up inside of me I shot my tongue faster and faster in and out of Lois's cunt until, with perfect timing, we all came at the same time. Lois's love juice flooded into my waiting mouth, Mary came down so hard with that tight cunt around my cock that I knew I'd have bruises the next day, and my cock exploded in a white blaze that seemed as though it would never stop.
"When we finally stopped bouncing around on the bed Lois moved her body off mine, taking that sweet-tasting cunt from my lips, and I saw why Mary's cunt had felt so tight. It wasn't her cunt that my cock had been buried in. It was her ass-hole! What a trip!
"We lay there and rested for a while after all that good fucking. Lois was licking the salty sweat off my chest and Mary used her talented tongue to clean off my cock and balls. Then, when we had caught our breath, the girls switched position and we went through the whole thing again. This time Mary's pink-lipped cunt pressed against my face and Lois had her hot little ass-hole wrapped tightly around my cock.
"They found ever more variations and different positions, just to keep things from getting boring. With each variation, with every different position, the end result was that my cock got buried in an ass-hole. During the course of that evening I discovered that there wasn't a cunt in the world that could do the job as well as a good, hot ass-hole.
"By the time they led me out through the living room it had gotten completely dark. There were several couples sitting around on the many couches. I figured that we must have spent at least six hours in that bed, never stopping for more than ten minutes at a time. They had given me a ride that was as good as the ride I had given them on my bike. When they told me that the house was really a club, an ass-hole club, I knew where I was going to do my riding to from then on."
Dan's emotional and psychosexual problems, which led to his involvement in the activities of the anal cult, were not caused by any psycho-pathological factors, as far as could be determined from the interviews with him. The determining psychological reasons for his involvement in anal activities seem to be rooted in his socio-cultural disorientation and alienation, his inability to find a functioning niche for himself in our modern society. It is this failure which has led to his involvement in deviant sexual activities, such as those of the anal cult into which he has been initiated.
Social anthropologists and ethnologists have often called attention to the fact that different societies demonstrate marked differences in sexual orientation and practices. These researchers have also described the psychosexual implications of these various social and ethical attitudes regarding adult sexual behavior, often with particular emphasis on the many sexual variations which are considered to be deviant in our society.
Nevertheless, no matter how sexually permissive a given society may be with regard to particular forms of sexual behavior, certain universal attitudes toward sexuality seem to remain essentially unchanged. Dr. B. Mali-nowski, in his study of Melanesian tribes and their differences from our western society, commented, ". . . the sexual impulse is never entirely free, neither can it ever be completely enslaved by social imperatives."
However, disregard for the social imperatives, such as the disregard shown by Dan, first as an "outlaw" motorcyclist, and then by his sexual involvement in the anal cult, may eventually lead him into trouble. Even within the broad scope of one's own permissible sexual behavior patterns, there is a strong-likelihood of emotional and psychopathological disturbance caused by the violation of the existing taboos, due to guilt and fear, generated in the individual by his own violations.
However, the disregard for social imperatives, as shown by Dan, and the significance of environmental factors in the causes of a deviation such as analism, should not be minimized. On the basis of detailed ethnological observations, Drs. Ford and Beach, in Patterns of Sexual Behavior, suggested that:
. . . human sexual patterns are not completely organized on a strictly inherited level. Instead, it is highly possible that practice is essential to complete arousal and particularly to satisfactory expression of sexual excitement.
In other words, there is a very strong possibility that an environmental situation which is too interfering or restrictive with regard to sexual "practice" may be conducive to the eventual development of various sexual deviations, such as those now being practiced by Dan in his affairs with Lois and Mary.
But, contrary to popular belief, the extent to which abnormal sexual behavioral patterns are tolerated is not the measure of a healthy, sexually well-adjusted environment. Rather, it is the extent to which the young people of a particular society are given the opportunity to develop sexually and emotionally in all areas, to mature for satisfactory engagements in sexual intercourse with members of the opposite sex, which determines the health of a society. In this sense, it can be stated that, while our Western society is definitely not "sick," it is nevertheless not operating at an optimum level for personality and psychosexual growth in the young.
For example, among the Keraki in New Guinea the young people, in their initiation to adulthood, must submit to anal intercourse with the elder males of the tribe. It is believed that hereby they acquire the older men's strength and status in the tribe. But these sexual rituals are charged with strong emotional aggression. In this case the genitals are not used to express harmonious sexual love. In other words, just as culturally determined high esteem for epilepsy, which existed in several societies in the past and in some primitive societies today, did nothing to cure the underlying brain damage of that illness, the fact that certain sexual practices, which are considered to be deviant by our cultural standards and are acceptable in other cultures, are psychopatho-logical cannot be ignored.
The fact remains that-whatever the cultural or social attitude towards such sexual practices-sexuality which does not find expression in mature genital union between a man and a woman is considered deviant. This includes both Dan's desire for young, essentially immature, sexual partners as well as his involvement in the anal cult.
To the sexually sophisticated, or to a person who believes that any form of sexual activity between consenting adults is acceptable, Dan's behavior is psychologically and psychosexually correct. However, since his behavior is actually a continuation of a search for some stability in a world in which he does not seem to fit-a search in an area which is taking him farther and farther from his goal-we must conclude that his involvement in the anal cult will ultimately do him more harm than good.
"When Mary and I had left to go up to the park that day we didn't have anything particular planned. We certainly weren't planning on recruiting any new members for the anal cult, anyway. We had only been in the cult a couple of weeks ourselves, having been brought in by Mary's parents one weekend. My parents were so square that I didn't even dare bring up the subject of sex, let alone anal sex. They probably would have me thrown in Juvenile Hall had they found out about my membership in the anal cult, even though I'm almost eighteen years old. Well, actually only seventeen and two months, but I'm still old enough to make up my own mind about sex.
"Anyway, we just decided that morning to spend the day up in the park, listening to the free concert and digging on whatever might happen. We got to the park early, about noon. After a couple of hours it looked like the whole thing was going to turn out to be a total bummer.
"There were a lot of guys our age there and a couple of months before, when I still didn't really know what was happening, I probably would have ended up balling one of them before the day was over, and thinking that I had really dug it.
"Since getting into the anal cult, though, my entire sexual bag has completely changed, and now all those longhairs seem like just a bunch of kids, not worth spending any time even talking to, much less going to bed with them. I mean, what can a kid only eighteen years old know about sex and balling, unless he's in something like the cult, too? All they know about is straight balling, with the dude on top, with maybe a little pussy eating and cocksucking on the side if they're really daring and adult. Their idea of really big kicks is to smoke up a little grass and get stoned before balling. Don't get me wrong, as far as I'm concerned the bit with the grass is a real groovy trip, but when you do get stoned, taking the chance of getting busted and all that, it seems like you should take advantage of the way your body's reacting to the grass and do something extra special. Something like a little ass-fucking, which is about as special as fucking can get without getting far-out perverted. Know what I mean?
"We were just getting ready to split from the park in sheer boredom when I saw this heavy looking cat, Dan, sitting on his motorcycle in the parking lot, just digging the action around him, looking like he was plain bored out of his mind, but couldn't get up energy enough to go anywhere else. He was a pretty groovy looking dude, about six feet, blue eyes and long blonde hair, and at least a couple years older than most of the other cats there in the park. His bike was out of sight too, and that's what first attracted me to him.
"I had done a little riding before on bikes, mostly with kids I went to school with who had Hondas and Yamahas and things like that, and I knew what a gas riding a bike could be, especially on a warm, sunny day like that one was. If those little toy bikes could be that much fun, something like that big chopper that Dan was sitting on would have to be a totally out-of-sight gas, and I just had to get a ride on it.
"Mary saw that I was digging strongly on the dude, and she checked him out too, giving out a little whistle when she spotted him. I guess because we must have been staring at him pretty hard, the next time he looked our way he gave us a great big smile that had invitation written all over it. That was all either of us needed in the way of encouragement. He looked like someone I wanted to know better, and there was no way to get to know him better other than just by walking over and starting up a conversation.
"We walked over to where he had his bike parked, and came on with the sweet little teeny-bopper bit, figuring that if he had come to the park looking for a chick to take home and ball that was the kind he would be looking for, and that was the kind I was going to be. I wanted a ride on his bike. I still wasn't thinking of him as a recruit for the cult. All I was thinking about was talking him into taking me for a ride on that beautiful bike of his, a long ride.
"It really didn't take much talking to convince him. I saw him flash a little when I deliberately misunderstood his question about Mary, making like I thought he wanted to take her for a ride too, and right away I knew that he had mentally been making plans about taking a ride on me after he had given me a ride on his bike. Normally that would have been fine with me, but because of the cult I was really hung up on the ass-hole bit, and that was all I wanted or needed right then. So, all I wanted out of Dan was a ride.
"He got the bike running with just a couple of kicks, and I've got to admit that it scared me just a little. After all, it was a lot bigger, and a hell of a lot louder, than any of those little bikes I had ridden on before. He wasn't exactly a clean-cut high school kid either, trying to impress some chick with how much of a man he was. Dan was a biker, looking for a chick to take somewhere and ball. Neither of us had any doubt about how much of a man he really was.
"Once he got the bike running and ready to go he signaled me with a nod of his head to get on, so I swung my leg across the back fender. At least, I tried to swing it across. Dan's Harley had a sissy bar at the back of the seat, sort of a backrest for the passenger, and I hit my leg on it pretty hard when I tried to swing across the fender. It hurt like hell, but I wanted the ride in the worst way, so I didn't let him see how much it had hurt me. I finally got my leg across somehow, and then I made mistake number two, and that one really hurt.
"The twin exhaust pipes swept up the right side of the bike, just at the right height for me to get a nasty burn on the inside of my calf when I pressed against it, looking for the foot peg. It hurt even worse than the bruise I had gotten from the sissy bar, but I was bound and determined that Dan was going to take me for a ride, so I just blinked away my tears, found the foot peg at last, and settled down on the thin, hard seat. I thought back about other girls I had seen riding on the back of choppers and I tried to match their position by leaning back against the sissy bar, my arms folded and my hands in my lap, only my knees and part of the inside of my thighs touching Dan's waist. My riding position must have been correct, because Dan didn't say anything. He just smiled, and then took off out of the parking lot.
"I was sort of disappointed as Dan pulled the bike out of the parking lot and onto the road. I had expected his bike to be really fast, but he pulled it out even slower than the Yamahas and Hondas I had ridden on before. It wasn't until several minutes later, after we had gone through a couple of curves, that I realized he was deliberately taking it easy at first, waiting to make sure that I wouldn't panic when he turned it on.
"Dan took me for a ride that I won't forget for a long, long time. He made that bike of his do things that I didn't even think were possible for a bike to do. I never would have believed that a motorcycle could go as fast as when we went on that ride. There was one time-we were leaning over into a turn at what must have been at least eighty miles an hour-when the ground looked like it was only inches away from my shoulder. That scared me for a minute, and I had to fight back the impulse to grab Dan around the waist. Then, when he came out of the turn and straightened the bike up he really turned the throttle on, and I know that we got well up over a hundred miles an hour before he had to ease off for the next turn. After that, nothing scared me.
"The ride was sending strange feelings and sensations all through my body, hot flashes that at first I couldn't understand at all. Then, all of a sudden, I understood those strange feelings completely. I had an orgasm right there on the bike, roaring down a park road at something over seventy miles an hour! I couldn't believe it! I couldn't believe that a motorcycle could be such a turnon that it could make me come without having a man touch me at all. It was sure happening, though, whether I believed it or not, and it was an out-of-sight sensation. I wanted more and more of it.
"When we pulled back into the parking lot, much too soon, my cunt was throbbing where it had rubbed against the seat, and I regretted having set it up so he would have to take Mary for a ride. The only person I wanted on the back of that bike was me. At that time I was ready and willing to go home with him for some strong fucking, even in the cunt. I needed it, I needed it bad, and I needed it right then.
"He had promised Mary a ride, though, so he had to go through with it, and I knew it would do me no good to try to talk either of them out of it. Before I got off the bike, though, I did my best to let him know just how I felt. I leaned forward and ran my tongue as deeply as I could into his ear, at the same time blowing into it gently, and I felt his muscles tighten up where I was holding him around his waist. I was tempted to reach down and give his cock a little rub before getting off the bike, but there were a lot of people watching, and I was afraid I'd have another orgasm right there in the parking lot. Besides, I didn't want to scare him off by coming on too strong. I wanted to make sure he came back to find out just what I had to offer.
"It seemed to me like he and Mary were gone for hours. Actually, I guess it was only ten minutes or so, about the same amount of time that he and I had been gone on our ride. However, it seemed like they were gone forever, and I was just about to blow my top and break down crying when I heard the sound of his engine coming up the road, and then saw the bike turning into the parking lot.
"It was while they were gone on their ride that I got the idea of trying to recruit him into the anal cult, if he was willing, and I thought he might be. After all, bikers are a pretty wild bunch, and I doubted if he would have anything against ass-fucking.
"Ever since I got off the bike I had been thinking about taking him somewhere and giving him the fucking of his life. It was because there was nowhere I could take him, that I decided on trying to get him into the cult. The house wasn't very far away from the park, and guests were always welcome, at least once. If they cooperated with our rules and customs, they were welcome as often as a member wanted to bring them.
"There were always plenty of bedrooms free in the afternoon, and, if things went the way I was hoping that they would, we could spend the rest of the day, and most of the night, in bed. I could probably get Mary's folks to call and tell my folks I was spending the night. I was sure that Mary would be all for it. All I had to do now was convince Dan, and I really didn't think that would be a very big problem.
"When they finally got back from their ride I played it sort of slow and cautious, asking him if he wanted to come over to 'our' place for something to eat. I think he might have gotten the idea that what I intended for him to eat was my wet and willing snatch, because he seemed to be all for it, agreeing as soon as I asked. Then again, maybe he was just hungry. Whichever it was, he had agreed to come over to the house, and I knew that once we had him there we could get him into bed without any trouble.
"Anyway, before we left the park I managed to get Mary alone for a couple of minutes for a briefing on what I intended. I told her to take it easy and slow on the way over to the house, something that would be pretty hard for her to do. Normally she drives a car like there are no speed limits, or like they don't apply to her. I wanted Dan to have plenty of time to think about fucking me and get good and horny before we got to the cult house. Then, maybe, by the time we arrived there he'd be ready to get it on right away, saving a lot of time and explanations about what kind of house it was we had taken him to.
"The way it turned out it didn't really matter, I guess, whether he had been thinking about balling me on the long, slow ride over to the house or not. Mary decided to take things into her own hands. Luckily, she didn't scare him away. If she had, I think I would have killed her right then and there. At least I would've messed her up pretty bad. It did work, though, so I guess what I would or wouldn't have done isn't really very important. What was important was that her plan worked.
"Dan did a careful job of locking his chain around the bike after he got it up onto the lawn. He parked it in a place where he would be able to see it by looking out one of the front windows of the house. He seemed to have a phobia about someone stealing his bike. I sincerely hoped that nobody would try it, because I didn't intend to give Dan any time to be looking out windows. If I had my way, he was going to be too busy fucking my ass to worry about whether his bike was safe or not.
"I stayed out there with him while he got the bike locked up, then I led him up the walkway and through the front door which Mary had left open when she went in. I saw right away that we had hit it lucky. The house was completely deserted. Not even Ruth, our housekeeper, was in sight. I was trying to figure out just how to get things started with Dan when I heard a soft sound behind me. It was sort of a gasp of surprise. For a second I was afraid that maybe the cops were waiting for us. That would have been a real bummer.
"I spun around to see what was going on, and there was Mary, with all her clothes off, holding on to Dan from behind, both hands giving his crotch a good rubbing. I could tell from the sudden large bulge in the front of his Levi's that her massage was doing its job, so, taking Mary's lead, I stripped off my clothes.
"It didn't take me very long to get them all off. I wasn't wearing very much, either on top or underneath. Dan was still fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, with Mary's hands getting in the way every so often as she tried to help him, playing with his crotch at the same time. I stepped forward and began to open the buttons on his shirt. Mary tried to work from behind on his belt buckle and pants buttons. It took us a little longer to get him naked than it should have, since Mary couldn't keep her hands away from the bulge of his cock, and I had to give it a little rub every now and then too.
"When we finally got off all his clothesafter having a hell of a fight getting his boots off-Mary took one hand and I took the other and we led him through the living room and back into the first bedroom. We left our clothes just lying there on the floor in the hallway. It wasn't so much that we were being messy ... we were simply in a hurry to get him into bed. Besides, it made a good warning to anyone who came in that there was something going on in one of the bedrooms.
"Dan didn't ask us a single question. He just walked right into the bedroom, spread his beautiful naked body out on the bed, and waited for us to take the lead. He wanted us to show him just what we wanted, as if he didn't already know.
"Mary sat down on one side of the bed, and I on the other. Since she had started things off as soon as we had come in the door-shortcutting my plan for a slow approach-I let her take the lead again, just to find out how she was going to go about it.
"I just sat back and watched her as she slowly bent over and gave Dan a deep, hard kiss that seemed to go on for at least ten minutes. By the time they finally broke the kiss I was fidgeting around on the bed, too nervous and too hot to sit still and just watch. I had one hell of a time trying to keep my fingers out of my cunt. If I couldn't do anything else while they were locked together in that kiss, the least my body felt I should be doing was a little masturbating. That's what my body was saying. My mind was saying something entirely different, though. It said that I should wait and save it all for Dan and his cock. My mind finally won out. I was glad that it did. I needed every bit of strength I had to keep up with him. If I had wasted any of it masturbating, it would have been a real shame. Finally Mary and Dan broke for air and I figured that, at long last, it was my turn. I gently pushed Mary out of the way and bent my head, bringing my face down to Dan's. His lips met mine, and it was like there was a spark of electricity jumping between his lips and mine. Maybe I was just imagining things because I was superhot and horny, but it was like I hadn't been kissed for years, and was trying to make up for all that lost time with just one kiss.
"Both of us had our mouths wide open and right away his tongue was deep inside my mouth, playing with my tongue, my gums, my teeth, the inside of my lips. When he paused for a split second, I shot my hungry tongue deep into his mouth, repeating his actions. At the same time I began to breathe very gently in and out through my mouth, transferring all the sex heated air from my lungs to his. My head began to swim and my vision was blurring, and finally I just had to pull my lips away from his, even though my emotions were demanding that I continue the kiss for at least the next couple of hours.
"Dan had a great big smile on his face when I sat up on the bed again. I could see that he was simply waiting impatiently to see just what was going to happen to him next, and that he was slowly going nuts from trying to watch both Mary and me at the same time, to see who was going to do what to him first, and how it was going to be done.
"Now that I have gotten to know Dan a little better than I did that first day-I have seen him many times the past couple of months at anal cult meetings-I found out that he's basically a very active type of person. Now that I think back about what happened that afternoon, I'm surprised that he managed to just lay there on the bed for as long as he did, letting us take the lead in everything. He did not lift a hand to hurry things along or show us what it was he wanted us to do for him. It really must have taken some willpower on his part. Finally, though, he just couldn't stand it any longer. He couldn't take just laying there doing nothing, and he reached over and began to slowly rub his hand up and down Maiy's thigh. At the same time he reached up to gently caress one of my tits. His head moved back and forth as he looked first at Mary, then at me, waiting for one of us to make the next move.
"His fingers began a gentle yet pretty hard squeezing at my nipple, and it got even hotter and harder than it already was in seconds. A warm flush started to spread through my body, adding to the heat that I already had stored up. I gave him a smile that was full of promise of things to come and moved over on the bed. Lifting one leg to pass it over his chest, I put my sopping wet cunt right in front of his face just to see what he would do with it. As if I didn't know what his answer to my invitation would be, and as if I wasn't waiting impatiently for it.
" I wrapped my hands around the back of his head, my fingers entwining in his long hair, but before I had a chance to finish my move and pull him forward into my waiting pussy, he lifted his head of his own accord and kissed me right on my throbbing clit. Then he slid his tongue between the lips of my cunt, just far enough to tease me with it. He sort of wiggled the tip of it around just inside my cunt lips, then slid it out again, leaving me up on a-peak of feeling that someone was going to have to do something about, and pretty quickly.
"I felt the bed shifting, and I looked over my shoulder to see Mary straddle his legs, her mouth busy on his cock, lips wrapped tightly around his swollen shaft halfway down its length. That seemed to be just the sort of action-he had been waiting for, because as soon as she started her busy mouth action on his cock he used his fingers to spread the lips of my cunt wide open and again he slid his loving tongue into me.
"This time there was none of that funny business about just putting it in a little bit and teasing me. He slid his tongue in all the way, tickling the inside of my pussy, at the same time sucking on it with his mouth, drawing my juice out so he could drink it. I could feel the bed bouncing around as Mary put everything she had into her blow job, and his tongue was matching her bouncing in my cunt. Then the motion stopped, and I knew what Mary was getting ready to do.
"I grabbed Dan's head hard, pulling it tight between my legs, partially to keep him from seeing what Mary was doing, and partially to get even more of his tongue inside of me. Then the bed started moving again, and I knew, without bothering to look back over my shoulder, that Mary had her ass wrapped around Dan's cock. The way he was moaning and groaning into my cunt told me that something special was happening to his cock, and since I happen to know that Mary has a very loose cunt, it wasn't hard to figure out that that he was busy fucking her tight ass-hole. Her cunt certainly couldn't have turned him on that much.
"Dan's a good lover, and even with what Mary was doing to his cock he never missed a lick on my cunt. His chest was heaving up and down under me, his hot breath shooting into my cunt, and it didn't take much to figure out that he was pretty close to getting his rocks off. He was as close to coming as I was. I knew that neither of us could wait much longer.
"Then, by one of those rare lucky incidents, we all came together at the same time. Dan's hips were driving upwards as he tried to get his cock all the way into Mary's ass, Mary was slamming down on the bed, hard onto Dan's cock, and I was cramming my crotch forward and pulling back on his head at the same time to get his tongue as deep inside my straining pussy as it would go. We drained the last drop of feeling out of that mutual orgasm.
"It was a fantastic come for all of us, especially for Dan, who had never fucked a woman in the ass before. I saw the expression on his face when I moved to one side so he could see which hole he had his cock buried in. I wish I had had a camera to record it.
"After all the shaking and moaning had stopped both Mary and I rolled off of him, one to each side, and we just laid there for several long minutes, fighting to catch our breath. It had been that good. I don't think any of us could have moved, even if the house had been on fire. We were just too damn exhausted and out of breath. Of course, we snapped back out of that exhaustion pretty quickly, ready to go again.
"Within a few minutes, Mary got her strength back and began to lick Dan's cock and balls clean. I followed her lead, licking up the salty sweat that had trickled on Dan's hairy chest. Then, once we had him clean and he was breathing a little more regularly, we started all over again on him. This time with Mary up on his face and me working on his cock.
"The head of Dan's cock smelled and tasted all hot and musky and salty. There were still little drops of come oozing out and I caught every one of them with the tip of my tongue, savoring their taste. His cock had started to shrink, but when I ran the tip of my tongue around the ruby red ridge just behind the head, then gave it a strong suck with my lips sealed tight around the shaft, it started getting hard again in a hurry. I wasn't too worried. I knew that Dan had lots of come still stored up inside of him, waiting for me. And I knew every trick in the book, and some that weren't in the book for getting it out of him. Before that afternoon was over I was going to use every one of those tricks on him, and, between Mary and me, we even made up a few new ones, on the spur of the moment, that were as wild as you can imagine."
None of the three people in these two case histories, Dan, nor Lois and Mary, have been able to make a satisfactory adjustment to our modern society. All three are rebelling against it, each in his own way. That rebellion has led these three people into the anal cult, where they apparently found an outlet for their frustrations. However, in effect, all they have done is to replace their frustrations with guilt. The prognosis for any of them making a truly successful adjustment is poor.