Chapter 13
Ecstasy was a scented fog permeating Cathy's mind and body. The musk of sex drenched her, filling her nostrils, bathing her body in a benign cloud. Her asshole twitched with rubbery eagerness as Linda's finger slid in and out, matching the rhythm of Pete's cock inside her. She settled into a euphoric stage, the orgasms no longer out of control, but slow quaking spasms that made her tingle all over, little candles of pleasure lit one by one with twin matches.
Pete withdrew before he himself achieved a climax. He then mounted Linda, who was panting like a vixen in heat. This gave Cathy a chance to explore Pete's body on her own. She fondled his balls and rubbed his buttocks and legs, squeezed his cock at the base and felt it slide in Linda's juice-drenched cunt. She bent down and licked his scrotum as Linda had done, delighting in twirling his scraggly hairs with her tongue. She too licked the thick base of his prick, all around, catching tastes of Linda's pussy like a gourmet anteater.
After balling Linda so that his sister climaxed several dozen times, the powerfully willed Pete withdrew again before climaxing himself. He was like a man of iron, but he had a purpose in mind.
"Now," he told the girls, "we're going to try something I just learned myself. It's a kind of Russian roulette with a different caliber of pistol. Cathy, you lie on top of Linda, on your back. Linda, you lie on your back. Pussies close together. There, that's right. It shouldn't be too uncomfortable once you adjust. Linda's fairly pneumatic so she can take your weight. Now, I'm going to poke both of you and see which one catches the jism. Dig the idea?"
"Wild," said Linda. "Where did you learn that?"
"I'll never tell," he grinned.
Pete crawled between the four legs of the girls, his cock fairly dripping with cunt juices. He had a clear shot at both cunts and he began poking Linda first. Then he withdrew and banged Cathy. It was very exciting for all three of them. He teased them with his blunt cudgel, delving deep in each pussy, pulling out in time to save himself from ejaculation. The girls squirmed with delight as he fucked first one, then the other, barely missing a stroke as their cunts flowered open to receive him. Faster and faster he drove into them, and each girl wondered which one would be lucky enough to each the load when he finally shot off.
Pete kept the game up for as long as he could. His efforts were dynamic. He seemed to pour liquid fire into each girl's swollen and throbbing pussy. The cunts were so close together and his aim so true that he began stitching them both like some surrealistic sewing machine constructed of flesh. Bang, bang, poke, poke, stroke, change stroke, stroke, bang, bang, poke, poke, he went, driving both women half-mad with his jerky rhythm. Linda's hands were grasping Cathy's tits, squeezing them hard as her orgasmic throes increased. Cathy's cunt nestled close to Linda's, and she could feel the hairs scrubbing into her asshole.
"Oh, Pete, this is fantastic!" Linda exclaimed.
"I'm coming so fast I can hardly breathe," gasped Cathy.
"It won't be long now," he told them. "Any minute now I'm going to bust my nuts. It's a tossup which one of you gets it."
Cathy struggled to hold him inside of her. Linda did the same. Each girl wanted to be the one to catch the milky bullets. Each one wanted to physically entice Pete to stay beyond the point of no return, to hold him inside the cauldron of their cunts until he could no longer escape. It became a match of wits and wiles, with each girl trying harder to make her nest the place where Pete would lay his eggs.
Even Pete, with his almost superhuman powers, could not have survived long with two such delectable cunts stacked virtually labia to labia. He wasn't tiring of the sport, he was just churning like an atomic reactor that had achieved critical mass. His efforts to hold back the flume of jism just couldn't materialize under the circumstances. His cock was a raging rocket plummeting down through both pussies until it threatened to fairly scream from agony if some release were not forthcoming.
He plumbed Linda for several quick shallow pokes, then slithered up to Cathy's cunt, where he buried his cock. Suddenly, he couldn't get loose. Cathy's leg muscles or those in her pussy seemed to bear down on him like a vise. He shuddered and let himself go. The hot sperm flew through his prick with the force of an oil gusher. Then Cathy, surprisingly, released him. Quickly, while he was still hard, he disengaged, plunging what was left of his tool into Linda. Both girls got splashed with his seed juices as a result. He tumbled, finally, free of Linda's pussy, totally sated, his sausage limp as a pounded length of sugar cane.
"Oh, Pete, you outdid yourself," Linda sighed.
"I'm still coming," Cathy breathed.
Pete crawled away from the stacked cunts and then Cathy rolled from atop Linda. The three of them lay there on their backs staring up at the ceiling for a long while. Presently, Pete reached for his cigarette case and secured a rolled joint. He lit it and passed it around. The trio smoked it until it was an eighth-of-an-inch roach. The pungent smell of the marijuana hovered over them with the smoke.
Later, Linda fell asleep. Cathy, too excited to give in to her fatigue, lay in Pete's arms, contented as a kitten. Pete, in between both women, seemed like a giant, full of magic and mystery, resting as solid as a mountain. When he took Cathy, sometime later, he fucked her slow until her senses keened like a banshee's. She felt, finally, like someone special. It was the closest she had ever been to being alone with the handsome attorney. She fell asleep, grateful, letting the night wash over her as Pete turned out the light and joined her in the arms of Morpheus.
Linda was still asleep when Cathy and Pete left the following morning. He drove his Porsche through the sun-splashed streets of St. Petersburg to his house on First Avenue North. Cathy, at his suggestion, was wearing shorts and a halter and deck shoes. At his home, he gave her a light windbreaker and a crash helmet. In his garage were two motorcycles, one a Honda 750 with a windshield that he told her was for touring, the other, a Yamaha 250 scrambler which he said they would take. He changed into jeans and t-shirt, rough-out boots and a yellow windbreaker that matched Cathy's. Both jackets had YAMAHA on the back and front with the corporate logo underneath each legend.
They ate at a quiet cafeteria where Pete told her how much he had enjoyed the evening with her. She was pleased and no longer afraid of the motorcycle. The ride there had been smooth, with her seated behind him, her arms around his waist, her hands on his diaphragm, just above his genitals. Her breasts had punched into his back from holding on so tightly and she had liked that. Too, there was the vibration of the seat that massaged her pussy as they rode along.
Pete rode south with Cathy in back of him, the sun warm on their faces.
"Where are we going?" Cathy asked.
"To the boondocks. Way out. No people there."
His words blew back to her as he picked up speed, twisting the throttle and clutching it into fourth gear. She liked the feeling of freedom on the bike. They moved through traffic like a knife. Soon, Pete turned off the main thoroughfare and she noticed the absence of houses. There was a lot of sand, and there were palmetto trees, and flora she didn't know the names of. He left the pavement after that and she was transported into a world of white sand and thick brush. A narrow path led them into what appeared to be sand pits. When they stopped, finally, she looked around.
"You were right," she said. "It's the boondocks. It's so quiet here."
"Not a soul around for miles," he said.
He took the sack they had carried and put it under a tree. There was a six-pack of beer inside, and two ham and cheese sandwiches on dill bread. He had bought them at the liquor-and-deli next to the cafeteria, carrying the bag between his legs on the ride out.
"This used to be a sand and gravel operation," he told Cathy. "All these trails you see were made by me and my buddies. We used to clown around out here, race and take chances on our bikes. Good way to get rid of a lot of tension."
"It's a peaceful spot. Where are we, anyway?"
"I don't think this place even has a name. We've never seen anyone else here."
"I can believe that," she said.
"Come on, I'll ride you over the trails we made. When you see me stand up on the pegs, you do the same. We'll be hitting a few bumps. There are some water hazards too."
She hopped up on the seat behind him and they took off. Pete rode very fast and they made several small jumps. Standing on the pegs, though, she didn't feel any shock. She was getting half horny from the seat rubbing on her, though. Pressed close to Pete's body as she was, she couldn't help but feel his strength and sureness, the muscular masculinity of him. He seemed part of the machine. Her breasts nestled into his back, the nipples hardening from the abrasive action caused by the rough ride.
They made a complete circle and wound up back at the tree where the beer and sandwiches were stashed. Pete shut down the bike and took her in his arms. He kissed her, laughed when the helmets got in the way.
"Let's take these off," he said, "and try again."
This time there was no obstacle in the way as he kissed her warm and lovingly. He held her so close she could feel the steel bulge at his crotch. It seemed to be into her pubic triangle, hot and meaningful. She wondered if he was going to take her out here on the sand. She wanted him to and if he didn't ask her, she was going to suggest it herself.
"There's something I've been wanting to try for a long time," he said. "I don't know if it's possible. And, I've never met a girl that I wanted to try it with before."
"You sound very mysterious," she said. "What do you have in mind, Pete?"
"Take off your shorts," he said, beginning to unbuckle his belt.
"Just my shorts?"
"And your panties, too. Keep on your tennies and middy for now."
He slipped off his jeans and she stared at his nakedness. His cock was half-hard and she wanted to reach out and grab it, bring it to its full sensual size. He gave her a grin to show her he understood her desire.
"You'll get your chance at that," he said. "He wants you, anyway."
"I want Mm," she said.
"First, though, do you want to try something new? It may not work. We'd have to be careful. I don't want to get ruptured."
"I'll try anything with you, Pete. But, why is it that you're always trying new things? Like last night? Did you really learn that from someone?"
"No, I didn't," he admitted. "It was a fantasy of mine. I have them all the time. Most people do, but most people don't act out their fantasies. They just daydream and let it go at that. I think they miss out on a lot of life that way."
"So do I."
"I've always liked to try new things, new ways of doing things. There's something exciting about the unconventional."
"Variety's the spice of life?"
"Exactly."
"So, what is this new thing we're going to do half-naked?"
"Cath, you remind me of a pixie. Your sense of humor is something sparkling, too. I'll bet you keep that part of you submerged a lot of the time."
"I think you're right," she said. She wanted to tell him that he probably brought out the best in her. She had never met a more fascinating person. She didn't want to reveal too much, however. Pete had to be the aggressor until she knew him better. She didn't want to scare him off. He meant too much to her.
"Well, I hope it lasts through this experiment. Now, are you ready for the briefing?"
"I'm ready, Pete."
"Good. You're going to ride in front of me. I'll work the controls. The most important thing is to use the pegs. Your feet will be on the front pegs, mine'll be on the rear. We're going to fuck while we ride over these bumpy trails."
"How?"
"Good question. I'll enter you from the rear. You'll sit on my prick, be able to slide up and down on it. If we hit a bump and you don't stand on the pegs, though, you'll break my balls, squash them like a couple of eggs."
"Oh, wow. It sounds impossible, but interesting."
"I think it'll be an absolute gas. I don't know if anyone's ever fucked on a motorcycle before, but I'll bet it's got to be fantastic!"
"I'm ready to try."
"Good, let's get it on, then."
He kicked the motorcycle to life. Cathy climbed on in front of him, her bare ass settling onto the seat, the cheeks slightly spread. Pete got on behind her, his cock soft for the moment. His arms went around her, underneath her own arms. He cranked the throttle, revving the engine.
"You can reach behind and guide my cock up into you when it's ready," he told her. "You'll have to lift slightly up and guide yourself onto it. I'll keep you from falling with my arms."
"Okay," she said.
Pete slipped the bike into first gear, held the clutch in.
"Here we go," he said, letting the clutch out slowly. Cathy found she had to hold on to the handlebar with one hand. With the other, she reached back and found his mass of soft flesh between his legs. She began to knead the limp cock between her hands. They took off, down the trail, his organ gradually hardening in her hand.
Cathy found herself getting hot. The excitement began to build as his prick stiffened. She could feel it prying at the cheeks of her ass, the seminal fluid seeping through the slit onto her hand. Pete rode it slow, pushing gently against the crack of her buttocks. She knew, then, that what he had proposed was possible—and thrilling to contemplate!
"Now," he said, "lift up on the pegs a little bit. I'm hard enough."
"I'll say you are." She felt his cock slide down her crack. She lifted up slightly and leaned forward. His organ stiffened even more as it slid toward the lips of her pussy. She lifted herself still higher and felt the head of his prick slide to the opening. His arms tightened on the sides of her chest as he came up on his own pegs.
He slid into her and she let herself down, burying his cock to the base. A sudden thrill shot through her as he sheathed his organ completely. He cranked on the throttle and the bike spun ahead with a leap. Bouncing along, she found herself being fucked in this new way. Her own juices began to flow like wine from a barrel. Her clit responded with an engorgement of blood as the first shattering sparks of orgasm rippled through her cunt. His cock went in and out with every bounce. She held on with both hands, letting her body bounce up and down on the impalement of his prick.
It was a wild ride and the two of them began to anticipate the bounces. She rode the pegs like a pro, never coming down hard on him. They looked like two people on a single horse jumping hedges, their bodies in perfect attunement with their mount. The penetration seemed deeper to her. She was almost mindless with the ecstasy of orgasms that tremored through her cunt. She was flowing inside like a tapped spring, her juices running down over Pete's cock and onto both their legs.
They raced through puddles of water, oblivious to the splashing, left the ground in airborne leaps over half-buried logs, zigged through scratching underbrush and zagged up small hills only to zip down the other side, coupled, still, and laughing with the sheer joy of the sexy ride.
"Oh, Pete," she yelled back at him, "this is pure madness. But I love it."
"You're perfect," he said. "I think we make a great team. We should be entered in the motocross!"
She came so many times she lost count. She was just one big gusher, responding to his ramming tool. When, finally, they pulled to a stop, he came himself in that instant, blasting her cunt full of smoky jism, his fluids mingling with hers in a gob of pleasurable residue. Breathless, they tumbled off the machine and onto the sand. They stared at each other as they both floated back to earth. The Yamaha ticked like a watch as it cooled.
"Someday," Pete said, "we'll have to try it skydiving."
"You're joking!" Cathy exclaimed. "I hope!"