Chapter 7
That night, I had two dreams. In the first one, Cindy's warm body was with me. Her hands were caressing my nakedness, and her mouth was kissing down my chest until it took in my responsive manhood. We went on to have sex, which felt as real as if it were actually happening. When I awoke, I wondered if it had been an out of body experience and we truly had been together. Her aura even seemed to remain in my bed.
The second dream, toward morning, was stranger. It not only reflected Rosie, but it presaged the next part of my life. Talk about fate; there was more to the world than we often dared to imagine!
In dream number two, I was a man of the streets, not working a regular job and free to walk, think, and dream indeed. I was standing on a city street corner, just taking in the passing scene. Then I let my feet go, letting them take me wherever they would.
I walked past a gas station, a boarded-up theater, a bookstore, and a cheap restaurant. Soon I entered some run-down residential blocks, where the sidewalks were dirty, the yards littered, and the paint peeling from the houses.
Suddenly my reverie was interrupted by a sign that read: FORTUNES TOLD. I was drawn to that house, and I knocked at the door.
A woman ushered me in. She was blonde and heavyset, with ample breasts and hips. Wearing a long, flowered dress, she had gold bracelets on her arms. Her living room smelled of incense, and was furnished with pillows, exotic pictures, and hanging plants and beads.
The woman sat me down opposite her. She took my hand, and her touch and her low voice began to hypnotize me. Her soul seemed to take me in and far away. I started to see vast, unknown realms in her, beyond her, and through her.
Then she released my hand, and began to lift the billowy front of her dress. Higher and higher it went, past her thick calves, swelling thighs, rounded belly, and heavy breasts. At first I was simply aroused, but then I realized she had even more in mind.
So I knelt at her feet, worshipping or seeking. She spread her legs and showed me her most intimate parts, a lush carpet of yellow fuzz surrounding intricate folds of tender, almost pulsating redness. Her nether lips were like a hothouse orchid, but one whose petals were made of female flesh.
My eyes, my hands, and then my mouth were drawn to explore more deeply. And it was then that my dream went wild! Suddenly I was inside her, moving along a warm, red, well-lighted and endless tunnel, feeling not trapped but fulfilled and secure. It was like a legend I'd read about, in which the veil of the world was ripped to reveal what was profound and eternal beyond. Or it was like falling through a hole in the earth into a vast cavern lit by a mysterious red sunset and containing the ancient sea in which all life had begun.
And it was like an acceleration in deep space, to and through some black hole. I knew I was somehow viewing the universe and learning its secret through, and within, this woman who held it all. And what I saw and felt was wonderful beyond description or even thought.
I had truly reached that sublime place I'd sensed with Rosie. It had been left to the earthly body of the dream woman to take me all the way there, all the way home.
That was how it was with me, I decided when I awoke again. Women, and the basic thing that was sex, were the path to the deeper, spiritual things. And, to bring it rightly down to earth, I loved every blessed step I took!
In any event, it was soon 1982, and I was out of the service. I settled in the Bay Area of California, worked odd jobs, and lived like a free man indeed. I had a single room, and owned little but some clothes, some books, and a little red sports car. Knowing Cindy had inspired me to have a varied life; I could never settle down unless it was with my dark-haired lover.
In short, while I practiced safe sex in keeping with the times, I kept on finding all the women I could!
I still saw Rosie, until she married a guy as big as she was! Then, if I hadn't had enough exotic sex already, I met Darlene.
She was a tall woman of twenty-five, and had long brown hair. Her body wasn't that striking in any one department, but her high breasts, lean torso, slim hips, and long legs created a very slinky, sexy impression. And her cool good looks, her thick brows, sleepy eyes, sensuous mouth, and low, sultry voice would have helped to make any man spring to attention.
But Darlene didn't go around in conservative clothes, as one might have expected from her classy-looking type. Nor was she quiet. Instead, she was a biker girl! And that led to experiences I wouldn't soon forget.
I first saw her when she pulled up next to my car at a red light. Wearing shades and sitting proudly astride her idling machine, she gave me a sidelong glance and revved up her engine. Looking closer, I saw that she had on black leather: boots, a short skirt, and a half-open jacket, all of them adorned with chrome studs. A motorcycle cap was pulled low on her forehead, and her face wore a surly, tough expression. I knew I had to see even more of her than I already was.
She wanted to race, and she had my motor racing! When the' light changed, she easily beat me out of the gate. But instead of roaring away, she slowed down so that I could follow. That biker chick was leading me on, and I was ready to go all the way.
We stopped at a little park next to the bay. After the introductions, we decided to get it on. Even in the park, we were able to do a little preliminary groping behind a bush. We kissed, and she got her tongue into it right away. I slid my hand under her leather jacket and her thin bra to cup one of her small, firm tits. Her nipple hardened, and I pinched it between my fingers. While she didn't have much up above, her nipple was even more exciting to me; it was like that with such women. She liked the tiny bit of hurt it gave her, too.
Then, to my delight, she grabbed my crotch. She gave that a hard squeeze, as well.
"Mmmmm," Darlene purred in her low voice. "I wouldn't mind having this at all."
"It's yours," I replied, as my cock grew even bigger in her palm. Boldly, I reached up under her short skirt to feel her snatch in her moist panties. "I'd like to put it right in here."
So we drove on to her place, where she proceeded to blow my mind and a whole lot more! Her walls were papered with biker and punk rock things; I recalled the exotic pictures I'd seen in my dream. And there was weird lighting, not to mention a rumpled king size mattress that told me she did a lot of playing around.
"Strip down," the lanky biker told me. She was going to be in command, and I loved it. "Lie back on the bed."
I did as she said, and she looked approvingly at my upright, throbbing rod. Then, being nothing if not frank, she rolled a shiny black rubber onto me.
Lying down with her face next to my crotch, she took me right into her mouth. Her sensuous lips felt wonderful on my sensitive length, and she worked my base with her fingers for good measure. Her long brown hair tickled my gut and my swollen balls as she moved on me. Her sleepy eyes gave me a wanton, almost dirty look.
It was wild to be getting head from her, especially clad as she was in black leather. But it got even wilder when she stopped short of sucking me to a finish, and stripped down for action herself.
Her gear had chrome studs on it, but they were nothing compared to what came next. Darlene shed most everything, giving me a good look at her tall, trim nudity, her smooth skin, hard nipples, and soft brown muff. But then she went to a bureau drawer, got some other things, and put them on instead. Suddenly she was decked out in her motorcycle cap, her boots, plus steel arm gauntlets and a heavy chain around her waist!
And there were her tattoos. I counted half a dozen of them, all the permanent kind; no halfway measures for this tough babe. Not only a butterfly on her butt, but also a snake around her navel, an occult symbol on her right breast, and more.
A woman like her was going to bang me rather than the other way around. And she certainly did. Rejoining me on the mattress and throwing one long leg over my middle, she got in the saddle.
"My twat gets all turned on when I ride my bike," she informed me. "The motor and the road shock are better than any vibrator. That's why I had to pick you up there at the red light. I needed to ride a real cock, real bad."
Then she lowered her spread snatch onto my upstanding rod. Inside, she was hot, wet, tight, and endlessly exciting.
"And I love to rev my engine," Darlene concluded. She leaned forward and seized my arms, pinning them back like handlebars. "My sex engine, too. Vroom. Vroom. Vroom. Vroom!"
Letting her do it all, I abandoned myself to that hot and very kinky coupling. Her cunt worked my tool expertly as she moved back and forth, levered her slinky hips, and let me feel her tight pussy from all angles. She met my eyes with a look of total eroticism, as if to say that there were no holds barred. Her long brown hair tented over my face.
And, of course, there was her kinky gear; her motorcycle cap, boots, gauntlets and chains, as if I needed any more inspiration!
Faster, then more slowly, she rode me, taking me teasingly up to the edge of an orgasm, then letting me down again. In the process, she came herself, her cunt tightening even more on my rampant rod.
"Oh, yeah, Jack!" she shouted savagely. "I knew I made a good choice. Oh, yeah!"
I let her use my cock, or crankshaft as she might have called it, all she wanted. Indeed, mechanical images were in my mind. I was a piston and she was a cylinder, as it basically was with men and women. But this time the cylinder was moving instead.
I also thought of road warriors and amazons. My new lover was all those things, and more!
At last she let me come, too. And when she brought me off, it was with a sucking sensation that had to be felt to be believed. Working almost like a mouth, that snatch of hers milked my member strongly. There was a picture of a vampire on her wall, and it added yet another image.
"Aagh. Aagh. Ahhh!" I went as I filled the shiny black rubber she'd given me. A wildness seized my whole body, and I seemed to pump my hot jets from deep inside. I kept shooting and shooting, until she really had me drained.
Darlene raised up off me. "That was a good one," she purred. "You're enough man for me."
"Thanks," I replied, echoing someone else's words. "I try."
"But if you think you're done," she concluded, "you've got another think coming. Because I come as much as I possibly can!"
Then she turned around and lowered her dripping cleft to my mouth. Not minding that she was going to get some more while I wasn't, I began to lick her pink pubes avidly. Her juices were among the best I'd ever tasted. I diddled her clit, too, thinking to bring her off.
But that wasn't what she had in mind. "No, eat my butt," she instructed me over her shoulder. "Eat my ass!"
Nothing about her surprised me anymore, so I obeyed. After all, it was as clean and natural as the rest of her. I even got my tongue a little way inside.
My work paid off. It drove her crazy. She knew very well what most turned her on.
"Oh. Ohhh!" she moaned throatily, jamming her lean hips back at me. "Oh, that's so good. Ohhh!"
After a minute or so of that treatment, she came again. And given the way she let herself go in it, watching her was nearly as good as coming myself. Damn, she was a live and kinky bitch; I just had to use the word.
"Oh. Oh, god!" Darlene screamed, her quim putting out hot, slick juice onto my chin. "Oh, god. Ahhhhh!" Then she got off me and lay back on the bed.
She stripped off her kinky gear, too. At last it appeared that she was going to let me ball her. After all we'd done, I hadn't even been inside her. She lay there, panting from her sexy exertions, her brown hair fanned out, her arms over her head and her long legs spread. She looked like a 1940s movie star, the one with the similar slinky body and sultry voice, and for a moment I began to romanticize her. But that was before I again noticed her tattoos!
And it was before she spoke. Because, while her whole beautiful, wide-open position said "Do it," her words were a lot tougher than that!
"You know, Jack, I could throw you on the floor if you tried to put it in me," Darlene said, her lower lip curling. "I've got a black belt."
Somehow I knew that she didn't mean a piece of motorcycle gear. "I'm sure you could," I replied.
"Well, maybe I'll let you put it in me anyway," she went on, running a strand of her long hair between her teeth.
"I'd like that," I answered, playing her devilish game. Being with Darlene was turning out to be an electrifying experience!
"But you'll have to beg me," she concluded. "Say please!"
Now I looked back over my whole, more mutually accommodating sexual life, wondering how it had come to this. But my cock was aching for release, and I wasn't about to be proud.
"Okay, please," I muttered. "Please."
"Louder," Darlene responded, driving me half mad.
"Please."
"Louder!"
"Please!"
"Well, okay," she finally said, giving me an impossibly tough, Impossibly lascivious look. "But remember, I can put you up against the wall any time I want!"
I was over and into that biker woman in a minute, driving my member deep because of the waiting and the hard tease, just as she'd surely wanted me to do. And this time it was over in a minute, just as she'd surely wanted, too. I had never humped so fast and furiously, with so little consideration for my partner's prolonged pleasure or even for my own. And in this case, wouldn't you know it, it didn't even matter.
"Oh, damn. Ahhhhh!" I groaned, coming once more, with a force that made my fingers clench and my toes curl. My jets were intensely hot in the tube of my wildly pumping prick.
"Oh yeah, Jack. Yeah!" Darlene said, her whole lean body going rigid. Damned if she didn't come again, too. This was one high-gear gal!
After that, Darlene and I lay back, panting and sweaty. But the satisfaction wasn't complete, though, because I found my fingers idly tracing the snake tattoo around her navel.
"Who are you, anyhow?" I asked her.
She gave me a mocking smile. "I'm me," she replied, amazing me further by giving my limp cock a rude squeeze. "But I know what you mean. So let me tell you how I got the way I am.
"My first time was when I was nineteen and still stuck at home. Picture me in shiny black shorts and a matching halter top, and you'll know how kinky I was already. I even had tattoos, though they were the fake kind then.
"Anyhow, I just woke up one hot summer morning and decided it was time to lose my cherry. And I determined to do it that very day, with the first man I met!
"As luck would have it, it was the parcel man. I know that sounds like a cliche, but truth is stranger than fiction. I was alone and the guy was young and good-looking, so the circumstances were right. He'd just lugged some boxes up to the porch, and he looked muscular and sweaty in his uniform.
"I invited him in for a glass of iced tea. As he followed me to the kitchen, I let him get a whiff of my perfume and a good look at my swinging butt. I sat him down, gave him his drink and then stood over him, my young, pointy tits just inches from his face.
"'You know, I'm still a virgin,' I told him. 'And I wouldn't mind losing it with you.'
"The expression on his face was one I'll always remember. He knew he had a wild one on his hands, as all my men later would. But, to his credit, he rose to the occasion.
'"Do you really want it, babe?' he asked. 'Are you sure you aren't suffering from the heat?'
"'Yes,' I purred, reaching out and running my fingers through his hair.
'"Do you?' he asked again. 'It's your last chance to say no.'
"'Yes!' I exclaimed.
'"Well, then, I'll give it to you,' he said. 'I'll give it to you good!'
"And a moment later, I was on my way.
"The guy had me sit on his lap with my back to him. He reached around, popped my nubile breasts right out of my halter top, and teased my nipples erect with his fingers. He pushed my long hair aside and kissed my neck, even giving it little bites that made me shudder happily. I wiggled my butt on his hard cock, the first one I'd felt. My twat was creaming madly in my shorts.
"Then he pulled my shorts and panties down off my buns, giving them a thrilling squeeze. He had me raise up as he unzipped his uniform pants, reached for his wallet, and rolled a condom onto his upstanding rod. I couldn't see what he was doing behind my back, but that only added to the thrill. I did feel the tip of his cock on my sensitive vulva.
'"Are you ready?' my first man asked, taking hold of my waist. 'Are you ready for the big step?'
"'Yes,' I panted. 'Oh, yes!'
'"Then you do it,' he said. 'That way there will be no mistake.'
"And I did! I let myself down onto him, and suddenly his cock was in me! I felt my cherry bust, but it didn't hurt much. Soon I was moving up and down, fucking as though I'd done it many times before.
"'Ohhh!' I moaned, arching my back and looking up at the kitchen ceiling. 'Oh gosh, this is great. I want to do this all the time!'
'"I'm glad you like it, babe,' my lover panted in return. 'Damn, you feel fantastic. You're so tight inside it's like sticking it in a hose!'
"But if it felt good to him, it felt absolutely wonderful to me. Of course I'd fingered myself before, but it was amazing to have something so big that far up me. My snatch suctioned madly on his rod; I could even hear the liquid sound it made. As my joy button rubbed on his underside, I was lifted halfway to the sky.
"Then I rode one of my pleasure surges all the way, and I was there. I felt an incredible sensation, like nothing I'd experienced when I'd done it myself. My breasts and my legs ached as I felt my whole, nineteen-year-old self rush out to my lover along with my cum. If that was sex, then my first time had set me up for life.
"'Ohhh!' I went again, humping wildly on his lap until I was done. 'Ohhhhh!'
"Now I felt the guy's meat get even bigger and harder in me as he got ready to come, too. But, at the last minute, I lifted myself off him.
'"Wait. I want to see!' I told him, with my youthful curiosity. 'I've never seen one spurt before.'
"'Okay,' he laughed, helping me turn around. He pulled off his rubber. 'But you caught me just in time!'
"And I had. Suddenly his maypole began jerking and pumping, after which it became the nozzle of a stunning fountain of white. I could scarcely belive that my virgin quim had made him shoot like that, but I loved every wild minute of it.
'"Oh yeah!' he panted, putting out jet after vertical jet. 'Yeah, babe. Yeah!'
"I swiped at his stuff with my hands, my eyes hypnotized by it. I caught some and rubbed it between my palms. I stuck out my tongue and tasted it, and it was delicious. I went absolutely crazy over his cum.
"Finally he was done shooting. And, just as quickly, my first time was over. Sighing happily, my lover zipped himself back into his uniform. I pulled my halter top, shorts and panties back up, then I saw him to the door.
"He didn't know what to say. 'Thanks for the iced tea!' he finally grinned.
"I pressed my tall, slinky body against him. 'And thanks for your cock,' I replied boldly. 'Thanks for your great big cock!'"
Darlene had finished her story, and I loved the way she was opening up to me. She was kinky, but she was human, too. So I decided to get her to tell me more.
"If that was your first time, what was your second?" I asked the lanky brunette. "And when?"
I should have known better. She shifted her naked body on the bed and gave me a perfectly wanton smile.
"It was the very same day," she replied. "But with another guy!"
I couldn't believe it. "You're kidding," I said. "Even you couldn't have been that fast."
But she gave my cock another squeeze. "Take a good look at me, Jack," she responded. "And you'll know I'm not kidding at all!
"Anyhow," Darlene continued candidly, "my young cunt was aching happily from that first fuck, and itching for more. I even walked around the house holding my crotch, trying to decide whether to get myself off. But having felt a big, hard prick inside me, I wanted more of that instead. And everything was taken care of by a knock at the door.
"It was an older man, a friend of the family. As luck would have it, I'd always had a thing for his mature good looks and his tall, athletic body. And he'd had trouble keeping his eyes off me. In fact, in the jogging suit he was wearing, I could see his equipment even then.
'"Hi, Darlene,' he greeted me, taking an ill-concealed glance at my slim young body in my shorts and top. 'Folks not home?'
"'No,' I replied. Then I couldn't resist. 'But come on in anyway. Let me give you a nice drink of iced tea!'
"I led him to the kitchen and sat him down in the same chair as the parcel man. After he'd finished his drink, I suddenly plopped down on his lap, too.
'"What are you doing, young lady?' he asked, trying to keep up appearances.
'"You know very well,' I replied. 'And you know you like it. I can feel your hard cock right now!'
"After that, he was hooked. He didn't protest when I reached behind, pulled down my shorts, and flashed my firm young butt at him. Instead, he stroked it lovingly. Then I turned around, pulled my top up and showed him my pointy tits. His eyes widened as he cupped them in his hands and teased my nipples erect with his fingers.
'"I can't say I haven't dreamed of this, Darlene,' he sighed.
'"Me either,' I replied. 'So let's forget about who we are and just do it!'
"I reached in his jogging pants and freed his rock-hard cock. It stood up long and thick and throbbing. He didn't have a condom like the parcel man, but I knew he was safe and I didn't plan to let him come inside me.
"Then, still straddling his lap and facing him, I lowered my hot, nineteen-year-old slit onto his experienced rod. I was already sopping wet, and I took him in inch by liquid inch. He looked down and watched, his eyes showing his growing excitement.
"'Oh!' he gasped when he felt my hot tightness on him. As I grabbed his shoulders and began to move up and down, he held my narrow waist with one hand and massaged my breasts with the other.
"I humped him long and hard, using my juicy young body to the maximum. It was great to be a strong, sexy girl, sharing the ultimate with that older man. And it was even greater to know that I'd done it on that same chair with someone else just hours before!
"like I said, I was already pretty kinky. And I was getting to be quite an expert at lap humping, even though it was only my second time, period. I sighed and moaned, thrashing my head around and taking a real ride. His thick, hot prick was way up in me, sliding on my tingling clit and sending thrills along my spine. I was putting out slick juice everywhere.
"Then I came. 'Ohhh!' I went, squirming around like crazy. 'Ohhh!' It was even better than my first orgasm with a man, now that I was getting into it.
"But my partner hadn't come yet. He was holding off, the old rascal! So, being ever curious, I decided to extend the session and try something new.
"I eased my cunt off his rod and sank to the floor between his knees, letting my tits massage his cockhead along the way. Then, smiling up at him, I took off his rubber, stuck out my pink tongue, and began to lick the length of his shaft.
"Are you sure you want to do that, Darlene?' he asked, reaching down to stroke my long brown hair. T mean, it's quite a step from my being only a family friend to your sucking my cock.'
'"No, I'm not sure,' I giggled impulsively. 'But I seem to be doing it anyway!'
"I went on to instantly teach myself how to give head. I made my tongue hard then soft, running it around his cocktip and even penetrating the little slit. I let his shaft lie up on my face and took his balls in my mouth and sucked on them. I even got beneath them, nearly back to his butt, and I licked there, too. His prick was delicious, and I even tasted some of my own honey on it. I did what I thought would turn him on, and judging by the sighs coming from above me, I succeeded.
"The whole new thing aroused me wildly, as well. My hand went to my aching tits, then to my creaming pubes. Finally, figuring the hell with it, I stuck two fingers up myself and played along.
"Just when I came again, writhing and shuddering, my older friend did, too. I had his cock deep in my mouth at the time, and I felt it start pumping. He wasn't holding my head, so I could have let his tool out if I'd wanted to. But I was so obsessed by sex that I didn't.
'"Oh. Oh, this is wonderful!' he exclaimed. His whole body tensed, and I hoped I wasn't too much for him. But he shot gob after hot, thick gob toward my throat.
'"Mmmmm. Mmmmm!' I responded, as I took all he had and gulped it down. He came for a long, sweet time, but finally I sucked out the last few drops.
'"My god,' he panted, when I took my mouth off and smiled up at him, licking my lips. 'You're a regular little vacuum cleaner, Darlene. But I hope you won't tell your folks what happened.'
'"No, I won't,' I replied. He didn't know the half of it-that he hadn't been my first man that day.
"Then I had a devilish thought. Already, I was playing hard, and was giving as good as I got.
'"I won't tell,' I concluded, 'as long as you'll treat me right. And as long as you'll come back and play with me again!'
"That was only the start of a torrid affair. While I also moved on to younger lovers, my older friend was always at my beck and call. And when I left home on my twentieth birthday, he gave me my motorcycle and ten thousand dollars in cash!"
"Well, I asked for it," I said, when Darlene had finished her tale. "I can't say I didn't!" My, it was something else to be lying there with that tall young beauty, who was even freer than I was. And I didn't feel threatened, just fascinated.
"But there's more, Jack," she replied, lolling nakedly, her tattoos maddeningly changing shape. "Tonight's not the night, though. If what you've heard so far has turned you on, you can fuck me again, and then we'll save the rest for another time."
I was turned on. I did fuck her. And she did tell me more!