Chapter 8

Darlene, part two. Some of it was her sexual history, and some of it happened right then!

"So I took up with a motorcycle gang," my lanky, kinky lover began again. It was a couple of days later, and we were back at her place. She'd just taken me for a fast ride on her machine, and I was still exhilarated.

But that wasn't the only thing that had me excited. She'd taken off her jacket, bra, and skirt, and was sprawled in a chair in only her cap, some black thong panties, and her boots. Looking like that, she had my attention for hours.

"I took up with the gang," Darlene said. "But I couldn't decide which one of the guys would be my steady lover, my 'old man.' However, there was a biker chick I was friends with, a good-looking redhead with a fine, freckled body. I decided to ask her.

'"The way I did it,' my friend, whose name was Melissa, told me, 'was to try out all the single guys in bed.'

'"But wouldn't they get jealous?' I asked. 'Or wouldn't the first one say that I was his?'

"Melissa smiled. 'Not if you balled them all at one time. That's what I did.'

"I couldn't believe my ears. 'What?' I exclaimed. 'I know I'm a nympho, but there are four of them. And I only have one snatch, one mouth, and one butt!'

"My girlfriend laughed. 'No, silly! They put on rubbers and take turns.'

"'Oh,' I replied. A gang bang.'

"T wouldn't exactly call it that,' Melissa said. 'Though we are in a gang, and we do bang!'

'"Oh, all right,' I nodded. 'Go ahead and set it up. But I want you there with me.'

"So the next night we two gals and the four single guys got together at the clubhouse. The guys waited outside while Melissa and I got ready. There was a rumpled couch in the corner of the the rundown building, and I stripped naked and lay back on it. I played with my tits for a while, and I opened my snatch and made it wet with my fingers.

'"Okay, I'm game,' I finally called. 'If we're gonna do it, let's do it. First guy, come on in!'

"The door opened, and a big, burly dark-haired guy with a beard entered. He was wearing a leather jacket, a T-shirt, jeans and boots like they all did. But his pants were halfway down and his cock was already out, hard and pointing. With a grin, he got over me and put it right to me. When he heard me say 'Come in,' he must have taken it literally!

"As I lifted my legs to make it easier, he thrust fast and hard. Before I could come, he did, filling his rubber with sperm. Then he pulled out, grunted his thanks, hitched up his pants and left the clubhouse.

'"That wasn't too bad, huh?' redheaded Melissa asked. She'd been sitting on the couch next to me, playing with my long brown hair. I noticed that she was also rubbing between her legs.

"'Nope,' I replied. 'Though with the next guy, I'm also going to get mine.'

"Then the guy in question, a tall, skinny blond, walked in without being asked. like the first one, he was already unzipped and hard. But where his buddy had just had a big, thick thing, his cock was long and slightly curved. I was going to get an education in male equipment that night!

"He got on me and in me, and it was a lot slower and better this time. As his tool probed deeply into my juicing snatch, waves of pleasure began to spread down my long legs and up my spine. I really got into it now, bucking my hips up to meet his thrusts. Soon I was panting, sweating, and building to an orgasm.

"Just when he stiffened and started to spurt, I also went over the top. Squealing and squirming with ecstasy, I reached down and fingered my clit to heighten my sensation. My girlfriend even squeezed my boobs to help me along. At last I went limp with satisfaction, and my second lover left.

'"You're really going now,' Melissa laughed, using some tissues to wipe down my sweating body.

"'Uh-huh,' I panted. 'And I'm really coming! But I'm feeling kind of empty again. So send in number three!'

"That guy, a sexy Latin type, gave me a change of pace. He had me turn over and get up on all fours, after which he plunged his tool into my slit from behind. But more than that, he thrust incredibly fast, holding onto my trim waist and turning us into a one-cylinder sex machine. I got wetter and wetter and was lifted so high I could barely stand it. Even though I'd just come, I was ready again.

'"Oh god,' I gasped, "do it faster, please. Yeah. That's it. Ahhh!"

"A marvelous orgasm wracked my tall body, and I collapsed off my hands and knees. My partner came, too, filling his rubber. He stroked my silky back and massaged my firm round buns as I lay there moaning softly. Melissa stroked me as well, using one hand on her own rounded breasts.

'"Why don't you take the last guy?' I asked her, after the third one had thanked me and withdrawn. 'You've got yourself all hot and bothered.'

'"No, tonight is your night,' she replied.

'"But I don't know if I can,' I said. 'My snatch is all fucked out.'

"She smiled. 'like you said, Darlene, you do have a mouth!'

"So, when the fourth guy, a big blonde hunk, came in, I had him sit down on the couch. I wouldn't get to compare his cock in my quim to the others, but there were limits. I lowered my head to his lap and took his thick, hard meat in inch by inch. Then I began a combination of moving my mouth on it, using my tongue, and sucking.

"'Oh. Oh, yeah,' he gasped. 'Damn, how you can blow!'

"And I did blow him, all the way to the finish line. When he came, I was sorry he had a rubber on. His stuff really would have thrilled me by filling my mouth, trickling down my throat, and spilling out between my lips. Still, it had been a fucking night to remember!"

Darlene had finished her most recent tale. "Have you got any more little gems to share with me?" I asked, as she sat there topless in her motorcycle cap and boots.

But I already knew the answer. "Scads of them, Jack," she laughed wantonly. "Those only scratched the surface. I've got enough stories to curl your toes and make you pant forever. Enough to give your cock a permanent hard-on!"

"I might have known," I nodded. "Darlene, you're an amazing woman. But you never did say which of the guys you chose."

She gave me a raunchy smile. "I never did choose," she said. "I kept on fucking all four of them!"

"Of course," I replied. "Silly me."

Then I had a thought. "I hope you're not still with that gang," I said. "I hope those four guys won't come through the door and beat me up for laying you."

"No, Jack," she answered. "I left them long ago. Though I've found that my air of danger, not to mention my frankness, does turn men on."

"Indeed," I noted.

"But I am still in touch, and I do mean in touch, with one of the gang," she concluded, getting up from her chair and donning her jacket and skirt again. "And you're about to see which one!"

In that way began one of the most memorable erotic evenings of my life.

We went out for a bite to eat, after which Darlene took me to a club in downtown San Francisco. I had asked how she made ends meet, but she'd been evasive. Now I was about to find out how she made ends and other things meet for real.

She got me a seat in the place, and then she excused herself. When I got used to the dim light, I saw that everyone was staring expectantly at a tub of fake mud in the center of the room. My cock rose instantly in my pants. My new, kinky lover paid her bills by mud wrestling!

Then another young woman passed through the club on her way to the dressing-or undressing-room. She was wearing slacks and a linen shirt, but she was the type whose body, if you looked closer, was incredible under her conservative clothes. And she was a redhead. I recognized Melissa!

Almost before I got a chance to absorb things, Darlene and Melissa walked out and right into the tub of mud. They were wearing black string bikinis, my lover's tall, lean body contrasting nicely with her friend's shorter, more voluptuous form. After waving to the crowd, to me in particular, they sparred around a little, with only their bare feet splashing in the brown stuff. But then they grabbed hold of each other's shoulders and fell down, and the fun really started!

Their bodies, their bikinis, then even their faces and hair became splashed, then coated with mud. And, as they rolled over and over, their bikinis slipped out of position. Now I could see not only Darlene's familiar breasts, but also Melissa's heavier, fuller ones. Their bare buttocks, too, were slick and shimmering. Muddy pubic hair and even labia were also visible.

To cap off their wanton act, the two of them pretended to get really serious. They squealed, pulled hair, and squeezed tits until they had the audience believing and wildly aroused. Then Darlene, who'd been slated to win the "fight," got Melissa down, straddled her as though she were humping her, and shoved her into the ooze. Finally my naked and slimy lover got up, stood in her corner, spread her legs, raised her arms, and bellowed in triumph like a primitive amazon!

The two women left the room and hit the showers, leaving me half in shock. The more my sexual odyssey, my "search for Cindy," went on, the more bizarre it got. My lover Marge had been a topless dancer, but now this! I recovered, though, and all three of us went back to Darlene's place.

"I don't think I'm going to ask any more about you," I told my lover as we sat around drinking wine. "You'll just keep blowing my mind. In fact, I'm in awe of you, and I feel privileged, or something, to know you. It's like being a member of an exclusive, one-woman sex club."

The slinky brunette laughed haughtily, and her redheaded friend smiled too. "Well, welcome to the club, Jack," Darlene said. "But if the dues are a little steep with me, how about checking out a fellow member? I have, after all."

Now I recalled Cindy and Sharon, all the way back in Boston. Of course Darlene would be bi, given everything else she was. And she and Melissa would have made it, given the way she'd described her in the motorcycle gang and the way they'd wrestled together.

But tonight seemed destined to be hetero, at least at the outset. So, while Darlene stayed to watch, I made my move on Melissa.

The voluptuous redhead made it easier by coming over and sitting on my lap. She was wearing her slacks and linen shirt again, and I went to work on them. Although she'd been the active one in her friend's story, she was passive now. After the tall Amazon, that was a bit of a relief!

I unbuttoned Melissa's shirt and lifted her breasts out of her plain white bra. They were round and full, with pink nipples and areolae that grew hard and puckered under my touch. They were smooth and white, too, compared to her pleasingly freckled chest. Redheads were a nice experience.

"Mmmmm!" my newest lover purred, half-closing her green eyes and writhing sexily. A reddish lock of hair fell down over her forehead, and she looked very sweet. She was acting the opposite of butch tonight.

I went on to take off her shirt and bra, leaving her excitingly topless. Then I had her stand up in front of me. I unzipped her slacks and worked them down off her hourglass waist and past her voluptuous hips and thighs. She was wearing conservative white panties, and I started to strip those off, too. Of course, I'd seen all of her in the mud, but one of the beauties of sex was that you could begin all over again.

Before I got her naked, though, I had her turn around with her silky back to me. There was a good reason. I pulled her panties down past her round, snowy rear, caressing her smooth, warm globes. But then, dramatically, I had her turn and face me again.

That had been the reason. I was now met by her spectacular blaze of red fur! I'd read that there were only three true redheads per one hundred women, so this was a real rarity. Grasping her buns, I pulled her to me and buried my face in her soft, sweet-smelling crimson pelt. Damn, redheads were great.

"You seem to like my beaver," Melissa purred, rotating her hips and rubbing it on me.

"Mmmmm, yes," I replied, as I took some strands of her hair between my teeth.

"Well, you'll like my cunt even more," she went on. "Why don't you lick my slit?"

I moved my mouth lower and did just that. As she stroked my head and shuddered happily, I diddled her clit with my tongue and then darted it into her love hole. When I did, I had another pleasant surprise. She'd apparently used a flavored douche. She tasted like strawberries!

I kept eating her out, getting more and more carried away. I could have kept my face buried in her humid snatch forever. She did a lot of moving around, and she may have come softly. But I didn't notice. I was in some kind of twat heaven!

Eventually, though, my hard cock began throbbing urgently, and I knew I had to fuck her. So I tore my mouth away, stood up, and stripped down. Her green eyes widened with pleasure when she saw my rampant manhood, and she took it in her hand. Then she rubbed its tip in her soft, red pussy patch. I had to admit that felt even better than eating her.

There in Darlene's Bay Area apartment, with its weird lighting and its biker and punk posters, Melissa led me to the bed. It was going to be a wholesome kind of coupling, and that almost seemed kinky in reverse! She lay back, her hard-nippled breasts standing up proudly, and spread her arms and legs in welcome. As Darlene herself nodded encouragement, I got over the dreamy-eyed redhead and slid my rod all the way up inside her hot, slick twat.

She balled like a dream! She didn't move very much now, but every motion she made seemed to communicate every sexy inch of her. As I thrust slowly, she closed her eyes, opened her mouth and moaned softly. Her red hair was fanned out on the pillow, and her breasts jogged up and down in a pleasing rhythm. Her pussy was tight enough, but even more it was warm and receptive. And there was the sensation of her lush bush meeting me below.

"Oh, Jack," Melissa sighed. "Fuck me now. Oh, yes. Ohhh!"

"I'll fuck you," I responded, using my whole throbbing length in her. "I'm fucking you. Yeah!"

Again, I thought she came, but I wasn't sure. I came, though! It turned out to be one of those long, tender orgasms that made up in feeling what it lacked in sudden excitement. I was using a condom, and I took a long time to fill it with my unhurried spurts. My heart seemed to go out to the dreamy redhead along with my seed.

Then I pulled out and took the rubber off. But while I'd thought I was done, I kept on shooting. And some of it fell on my lover's blazing red beaver.

"Oh. Sorry," I said.

But she smiled. "That's okay." And she reached down and rubbed it into her fur.

So that was my softer time with Melissa. Now, however, kinkiness returned to our pleasure-seeking group. Darlene, while she watched us making it, had stripped her slinky body naked. And she had a little request to make.

"I've just been thinking that I need a shave," she said, spreading her long legs where she sat in a chair.

For a moment I didn't understand what she meant. When I did, though, my cock instantly re-hardened.

"Shave my snatch," the wanton beauty went on. "Both of you come and do it. Now."

Melissa got up and went to the bathroom for a safety razor and some cream. She'd probably been through the scene before. But I balked, saying that I had to be going. Somehow it was just too much, even for me.

. The tall libertine called me back, however. "If you don't help, Jack," she said, "then I'll shave Melissa, too."

"Oh, no," I replied, knowing that she had me. I didn't want to see that beautiful red beaver go!

So Melissa and I sat on the floor on either side of Darlene, soaped her up, and took turns shaving her snatch completely bare. The white lather came away with her brown fur until she was slick and clean. I'd never seen-much less done-anything like it in person, and I probably never would again.

Then our kinky friend looked wantonly down at us and mentioned what she'd probably had in mind all along.

"Now eat me," she told us. "Take turns eating me, too!"

We did. First Melissa's tongue went to her slit, licking along it and flicking her joy button. Then mine did the same, and then Melissa's again. We stroked her long, silky thighs while we ate her well. It was amazing to be giving head to a woman along with another one.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah. Oh, yeah," Darlene sighed, reaching down to stroke whatever head was in her crotch. Her flat tummy tensed, and she threw back her own head in delight. "That's it. Do me, babes. Yeah!"

We kept mouthing her newly-shaven pubes until she came. At that point I happened to be between her straining thighs, and she tightened them on me. My tongue was in her love hole, too, and a flood of her honey rushed onto it.

"Oh. Oh god!" the lanky lovely shouted. "Oh, yes. Yes!"

Finally she let my head go, and I lay back on the carpet. Needless to say, my manhood was hard as a rock and pointing toward the ceiling. Darlene and Melissa had apparently had enough for the night, but after what had just happened, apparently I hadn't!

They came and sat cross-legged on either side of me, two naked woman idly eying a man's rampant cock.

"Poor guy," Melissa sighed.

"Yeah," Darlene agreed. "No one to fuck him."

"Well, I guess he'll just have to do it himself," the voluptuous redhead offered.

"Yes, Jack," her tall friend concluded. "Do it yourself!"

I wasn't sure I wanted to play their little game, but I was horny as hell, so I did. As the two young women watched, first with detachment, then with growing interest, then with wide eyes and panting mouths, I jacked off for them! Faster and faster I pumped myself, my legs and my gut tensing, giving them a show even wilder than their mud wrestling. I stroked my dick until it became the nozzle of a fountain, or the launch site of fireworks shooting high into the air. And when I exploded with my high white jets, the women exploded with glee, swiping at them with their wanton hands.

Kinky. Oh, so kinky! For the next few months, Darlene, Melissa and I stayed and played together, pushing the limits of pleasure, getting into ever more amazing things. Of course they were bi, too, and many were the times I watched them get into it with each other and then added my cock to the festivities.

We went all around San Francisco as a threesome, enjoying the food at Fisherman's Wharf, climbing the hills for spectacular views of the bay and the Golden Gate Bridge, and hanging around the funkier sections of town. We all took to wearing biker gear, and I might be found walking between the two women, my hands on their bare waists, their sexy bodies scarcely covered by short leather skirts and half-open, studded vests. Or Darlene might be between Melissa and me, her hands on our waists in turn. Anyone seeing us would have had their mind boggled by the sexual combinations in which the three of us obviously indulged!

But all good things had to come to an end. To put it mildly, Darlene wasn't the kind to settle down, and her female friend was the kind to follow her. So they set off to New York one fine day, wanting to check out the scene there.

Since they were going to make the cross-country run on Darlene's motorcycle, our good-bye was just as wild as our affair had been. How many men could say that they'd stood on a street corner, kissing not one, but two young women in black leather caps, jackets, skirts, and boots? And how many could note that the women weren't even wearing bras and panties?

"See you, Jack," Melissa said with a grin. Her jacket was unzipped to show quite a bit of her fine tits, and her red hair stuck out below her cap.

"Yeah, Jack!" Darlene added in her low, sultry voice, giving me one last look at her wanton eyes before she pulled up her goggles. I surveyed her slinky body, her long brown hair and her bare thighs spread on either side of her machine.

"Keep it up!" she laughed, and I knew very well what she meant. "Keep on trucking. And keep on fucking!" After that, wouldn't you know it, she grabbed my crotch!

Then, with a roar, Darlene driving and Melissa holding on behind her, they were gone. The last I saw of them was the latter's butt bouncing on the scat, a reminder of all the below-the-waist hijinks they'd shared with me.

I only wished it could have been her lush red blaze of pubic hair flashing me goodbye!

And then I thought of Cindy.

Cindy. It had been too long, once more. Whenever another woman and I parted, of course I thought of her. She was my dark lady, my fated lover, my guiding star. Surely we'd meet again soon.

And, since I trusted fate, it wasn't long before we did.