Chapter 5
The motel was dark and quiet at three in the morning, except for one loud and bright section facing the lake. A suite of rooms on the left wing of the motel was booming out music and laughter and screams into the night.
The Extortions were throwing a party. An Extortion party for all of their fans. Especially their young, drunken, and impressionable female fans.
By the time Denise arrived with Jimmy the party was in full swing. It was out of control. Some of the chicks lured to the motel were spaced out, running wild down by the beach. Others were sitting around one of the chintzy furnished rooms getting high or getting laid.
Some of the girls, mostly the college types, were still trying to pretend that it was just a party and nothing more. They held their drinks in their hands and talked, moving from corner to corner as somebody from the band lunged after them, or one of the guys who came from the bar.
There were a dozen party crashers, guys who heard what was up and came to have a blast. But that dozen and the band were far outnumbered by the chicks.
As usual, Denise thought, the blast was staged in the guys' favor, with plenty of stacked chicks to pass around. Denise pushed through the crowd, grabbed a drink, and then watched the college girls flock towards Jimmy.
Denise threaded closer, pushing off a male hand here and there that had copped a feel on her ass, and stationed herself where she could see it all.
She really had to keep from laughing when she saw Sherry, the red-haired chick from the bar, smiling and laughing and looking up at Jimmy.
"Oh, your last set was great, man!" Sherry said. She had one hand on her hip. The other was squeezing a tall glass of whiskey and soda she had resting on a stand by the wall that Jimmy leaned against.
"Yeah," he said. "Great. Man." His voice was flat and bored. The girl still didn't know that he was putting her on. "You shoulda seen the act I had with that reporter chick. Now that was great!"
"What are you talking about?" Sherry asked.
Jimmy stared down Sherry's blouse. She had unbuttoned it even more since the bar, but now, as he so blatantly eyed her tits, she was uneasy.
She stepped back.
"What's the matter?" Jimmy said. "Afraid of something? You afraid of me? A big, big college girl like you?" He laughed. "Relax. There's nothing to worry about." His hand moved out suddenly and his index finger caressed her throat, then slipped down in a straight line to her plentiful cleavage.
"No," she said when his finger got caught between her tits, teasing the massive, forward-thrusting mounds. Sherry looked around to see if anyone was watching her. That's when she met Denise's gaze. The college girl quickly turned away, and at the same time brushed Jimmy's hand away from her tit-filled blouse.
"What's the problem?" Jimmy said. "You walk into the wrong party or something?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Take a good look around, honey," Jimmy said. "All the other chicks here, well, they know the score. Most of them are either out-and-out whores or tenth-rate groupies." He kept his eyes fixed on her big tits, ignoring her face, which was reddening by the second.
"I just came to have a good time," Sherry protested, not wanting to look like a young naive kid, despite her obviously grown-up body.
"We'll find out just how good a time you give before the party's over. Now, won't we?" Jimmy finally looked up at her face. His stare was a challenge. She, among all of her college friends, was the one he chose to single out.
The other chicks who came with her were spreading out a little bit, away from the extremely private conversation that the guitarist was leading her into.
Sherry looked frightened. But at the same time she seemed determined to stick it out and see what came her way. That's when Spedder came by. The bass player she snubbed in the bar stopped right in front of her. "Nice of you to come," he said.
She ignored him.
He put his hand on her shoulder and started rubbing it slowly.
Sherry grabbed at his wrist and started to pull it away from her. But she stopped when Jimmy spoke up.
"Aw, come on, Sherry, be nice to Spedder, huh, be a good girl. Just for my sake, be nice to him ..." Jimmy pleaded with her in a voice so full of scorn that Denise was surprised that the redhead swallowed it all.
Then Jimmy put his hand on Sherry's other shoulder. She was caught from both sides now as the two of them pulled and pushed at her shoulders, gripping her white blouse. And then the blouse slipped down her shoulders inch by inch. It went down until her tits started to show and she freaked out.
She pressed herself back against the wall. "STOP IT! STOP IT!"
And she gained all the attention in the room, attention she was so worried about in the first place. Everyone turned towards her and saw those big firm tits dropping out of her wide-open blouse.
They saw the hands swimming up her skin to cup the hard-nippled tits. And they saw the college girl pressed against the wall, squirming as Jimmy and Spedder went to work on her. She was too shocked, too drunk, and too embarrassed to do anything about the situation. And so she turned a scarlet red while the two of them mauled her flesh in front of everyone in the room.
Her bare tits bobbled out of the blouse, popping in and out of a greedy hand.
Finally she managed to break free from the two of them and stumbled away. She clutched her blouse close and tried to button up.
All the other chicks in the room were mostly naked, with their tits hanging out of pulled-down bras, their pants and skirts piled on the floor, their mouths or hands full of cock. And here was Sherry running away from a little tit-feeling action. It made the other chicks laugh.
It made Sherry cry.
Jimmy chased after her. "Come on, baby, loosen up a bit. Here, this will help you out, have a toke." He passed her a stick of smoke which she instinctively took in her pinched fingers and sucked hard.
And then Jimmy was telling her to relax, to drink up, smoke up, it was all just a party ... It was the same line he used on a lot of chicks, the same line that Denise heard over and over when they were on the road.
Sherry fell for it.
She let him convince her it was all just in fun, and things would cool out.
Actually, Denise thought, the college chick would most likely pass out, and then a free-for-all would commence, all for a piece of her rich-bitch ass.
It would be a while, though, until the two guys in the band had the chick so fucked up they could do anything they wanted to her.
Denise wanted to see that. At least she wanted to see the end result. But for now she was getting stirred up just from looking at all the other action going on at the party. Well, she thought, it wasn't really a party. It was a full-scale orgy.
Music blasted from the portable tape deck one of the guys in the band had set up on a coffee table. It ranged from hard rock to eerie electronic music, space music, fuck and trance music for the human parade of flesh unfolding before her.
It was a riot to watch, a kick to see all the bodies, all the faces, all the mouths go to work on one another without the slightest fear of being seen. For a lot of these chicks, being seen was the kick.
Right in front of Denise, in one of the plush easy chairs, a young skinny chick was bouncing up and down on the drummer's cock. She had her hair in pony tails to give her a look younger than she actually was. But in her eyes and in her movements there evidently was a lot of practice. The girl was around twenty or so, real slender hips, and small pear-shaped tits. She was ooohing and ahhing, jamming herself down on Kevin's prick while he squeezed her jugs.
Denise could see his nuts jumping up and down, his cockstem vanishing inside of her wet glistening slit. She was looking up at the ceiling, grunting, groaning, sloshing all around on the hot cock.
Her pink fingernails gripped the drummer's hairy thighs so she could pull herself down onto his prick all the better. "Ummmn, ummmm, do it, do it, do it," she said. "In my cunt, in my fucking cunt."
"Anything you want, honey," Kevin said.
He dropped his hands down to her slim hips and yanked them up and down, impaling her on his dick, slamming her so hard that she was forced to grunt and gasp with each furious down-stroke.
"It's so, so fucking hard, man. Ummmm, ummmm, fuck it, yeah, fuck it. I knew I was gonna get your dick in me before the night was over."
"Sure, sure," Kevin said. "Just keep on sitting on my prick. Talk all you want, baby, but you make sure you don't fucking stop!"
Denise stepped away from them. There was more, much more to see. Everywhere she turned it was a riot of sucking and fucking.
A tall girl with a big ass was down on all fours, getting fucked from behind by a bearded scroungy looking guy. He had her stripped from the waist down, all that he needed, gripping her huge floppy shapeless tits through her sweater. She jammed herself onto his wet quick-stroking prick as hard and as fast as she could. She was grunting like a pig, a real hog getting stud service.
Instead of repelling her, the sight fascinated Denise. Here it was all out in front of her. All raw sex.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh," the big chick grunted. "Uhh, uhh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck it, it, it." She was large-proportioned all over, not fat, just big, with plenty of jiggling flesh, plenty of demanding meat on her.
The bearded man sticking it to her hardly paid any attention to her cries. He was just interested in getting his rocks off any way he could.
His hips moved back and forth. His prick moved in and out.
Then he saw Denise.
He saw the girl who had turned them on back at the bar, the girl who had played out everyone's fantasies. Now here she was. Here she was in front of his eyes.
He stared hard at her. He looked her up and down with hunger, even as he fucked another girl.
"This what you want?" Denise said. She lifted up her leather harness, exposing her bare tit, holding it with her melon-squeezing fingers. "Look at it, man, look at it, 'cause that's all you can, baby. You can just watch it. Watch it while you fuck."
He was looking at her, transfixed by her tit flashing in front of his face. That was all he needed. The chick getting fucked hadn't noticed Denise. She probably thought she was the cause of his climax.
But it was Denise. It was her tit-grasping fingers that made him lose control.
He went rigid, kneeling behind the girl, ramming her with spasmodic thrusts. "Ohhhh, ohhh, take it, you take it," he said. "You take it!" He was looking right at Denise when he shot his load.
She could almost feel the cream spurting inside her. She could see it and hear it as the white gobs splashed down the heavy-cheeked girl's skin.
"Oh yes, oh yes," the girl said. "That's it, uhh, uhhh, you're gettin' me there, you're gettin' me there." She jerked her hips and milked out more juice from the bearded guy's dick ... juice that was caused by Denise's presence.
She moved on while the man emptied his cock into the kneeling girl. The man's eyes followed Denise while he whipped his prick in and out, flushing out every shot of hot semen in his stiff spitting cock.
I want it, Denise thought. I want it again, hard fucking cock ... sticky gob-coated prick... All around her were the sounds of sex.
She could hear it and feel it in the air. Some girl sucking on a cock with both hands feeding it to her mouth was moaning and sighing the delicious moan that only came from a cock-filled mouth. Denise could hardly stand it anymore, being a passive voyeur at the party. But she wanted to experience it all, she wanted to view all of the thrills that were breaking around her in the suite of motel rooms.
She stayed, entranced, watching that moaning girl bob her head up and down. She was a big-titted blonde, with her jugs sticking out of a gray t-shirt that was rolled up over the jiggling mounds.
The guy fucking her mouth was Whip. He was almost a perfect counterpart for the Swedish-looking chick. He had blond hair, wavy stunning blond hair.
He played keyboards. Now he was playing the chick's mouth. His dick propped up the girl's head. Half of it was in her mouth, the other half was in her fists, juicing up her pumping fingers.
Whip sat back on the floor, his pants off, his t-shirt showing his sculptured muscles straining to support him while he was sucked off.
Every now and then he took a puff from a cigarette stuck between his fingers. Then he leaned back, half sitting, half lying down, moving his hips, staring at the bare-titted girl who was blowing him.
"I'm gonna squirt it down your mouth ... Uh, just keep on sucking it, keep on pumping it into your lips, honey. Ah, yeah, make some noise, lick it and suck it ... Uh, uh, jerk it off for me, yeah, jerk it off."
The blonde girl swallowed his cock, playing with his balls as she bobbed her head up and down. With her bulging cheeks and her jerking hands, she brought Whip to the peak of orgasm, making him lean forward to watch, to stare at the cum-sucking lips.
"Mmmmn, mmmmn, mmmmmph," the girl moaned, teasing him with her voice, licking him and drooling all over his cock. Then her head lifted up sharply.
He came in her mouth.
She bobbed with each wad of cum.
Her tits shook and jiggled as she sucked and jerked him off. The cum dribbled out of her mouth and rode down his cock. The white stream of semen splashed onto Whip's stomach where it spread in a pool until the girl oozed it all over her fingers.
She lifted dripping fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean while she jerked off his prick. Her head kept on bobbing up and down, her tongue kept on snaking out, and Whip kept on firing loads of hot cream into her sucking drooling lips.
He rocked his hips up and down, lifting them off of the floor so he could stick her mouth with his prick even more. Then he moved from left to right, fucking her face, slapping it with dick until there wasn't another squirt of cum left inside of him.
"Oh, fuck," Denise said out loud. "Oh, fuck ..." She needed some hard dick inside of her, something that would quench the fire in her. Something that would flood her until she was cooled off.
She looked around the room and saw a young couple leaning against one of the walls in a thin corridor leading to a bedroom. There were lights coming from the next series of rooms but right there it was shadowy with a hint of privacy. Not that the guy and girl were modest, Denise thought. They were playing with each other's body like monkeys, chattering away in a drunken slur, laughing, laughing, feeling one another.
They were half in and half out of the limelight.
Denise halted at the edge of the corridor. She stared down at the two of them who were beyond caring whether or not anyone watched.
The girl was in a summery pink skirt.. . lifted above her summery pink panties. Her well-curved asscheeks hung over the elastic band of the rolled-down panties. The guy next to her had one hand on her ass, rubbing it up and down, and the other hand was stuck down the front of her panties, digging into the web of taut clinging material, digging into her hairy cunt.
She was a black-haired chick, with a long cut in a layered style that gave her an elegant look, elegant except that here she was thumping her ass against a wall while a guy fingered her juicy slit.
"Ohhhhh, yeah, ohhhh, yeah, stick your fingers up my cunt, inside, ummmmmn, ummmmn, put them inside, now fuck me ... Oh ... fuck me, fuck me good!" She rocked her hips up and down. The fingers were inserted in her cunt, filling her dripping hole. Denise stared at the girl as she shuddered and shivered on the fucking fingers in her hole.
Her tits were still hidden by a knit top, but not very well. She had a low-cut design that swooped down so that the full roundness of her huge jugs could be seen, almost all the way to her nipples.
"Come on, Jack, come on and fuck me harder. I want to cream all over your hand, all over your fucking hand." She bit her lip as he led her to a cheap ecstasy against the wall, slamming her hard onto the plasterboard so that she made a loud thumping sound every time his fingers slid way up inside of her.
Denise watched it all, she watched it and she imagined that she was the girl, she was the one getting fingered so sleazy and quick.
In a motel hallway.
By a thin, spaced-out long-haired kid with a bad attempt at whiskers and a beard. Now Denise concentrated on the guy. Jack was moving in the same rhythm that the chick was. His hips lunged into her in a series of quick fucking motions. She had his long thin dick out of his pants, stroking it, jamming the sticky cockhead into her skin. His prick battered away at her hip, at her asscheeks, sloshing in and out of her hard-pumping fingers. She was jerking him off while he fingered her, pulling his cock skin up and down, back and forth, yanking it and whacking it, making his long hard meat wetter and wetter with each stroke.
"Yeah," Jack said, "Oh yeah, jerk it, jerk it off, Debbie. Make me come all over your fucking hands. Uh, uh, jerk it fucking off!"
His pants were unbuttoned and unzipped, wide open like a banana peel, and there was the banana, curved and ripe, bouncing its spongy head against the girl's asscheek. She led it all over her skin from back to front, into her hips, into her thigh, and then rubbing it over her pussy hair she gave out a squeal of pleasure.
She giggled like a schoolgirl.
A whacked-out schoolgirl.
He joined in the laughing, leaning against her, leaning against the wall for balance. And then he grabbed at her tits, sticking his hand down into the flesh-filled V of her knit top.
"Feel my tits," the girl sighed. "Mmmmmmn, mmmmn, feel my tits, it's so good."
She jerked him off faster while she spoke, increasing the slap-slap-slap sound that came from her cum-greased fingers. "Stick it, stick it," she said, "fuck it, fuck it with your cock. Oh, let me jerk it off, let me cream it all over me, all over my hands, my cunt, my ass ..."
"Sure, sure, fuck it, Debbie, fuck it all over yourself, cream it, cream my fucking dick!"
Denise couldn't stay away anymore. She moved closer and was seen. The girl's eyes registered her approach but there was no jealous look, no sign that she was upset that Denise had obviously been watching them.
To this chick it was all a show.
"Mmmmmmn," the girl said, pushing her bush against the widespread hand probing her. "Mmmmmn, mmmmmmn, oh, fuck, yes, fuck, yes!" She smiled now and she watched Denise to see what she would do.
Denise smiled back.
Then she dropped down to her knees.
"Holy shit!" Jack said when he saw through his stupor that Denise was in front of him. He stared at her silvery hair, and he stared at her big tits, practically flopping out of her leathery bra as she crouched there by his legs, her face level with his cock, with the cock pumping in and out of Debbie's fingers.
"It's her," he said. "It's the chick from the band. Fuck, it's the chick!"
"So what," Debbie said. "Don't stop, don't stop now, keep fingerfucking my cunt!" She moved her hips faster, thrusting away at his hand, taking his fingers inside of her where they probed and fucked the soft wetness.
Denise grabbed his cock.
"Ohhhhh," he said. "Ohhhh, yeah, ohhh, she's got my cock, she's got my fucking cock!"
"No kidding," Debbie said. She laughed in drunken slurs. She laughed and she slumped against the wall, half closing her eyes while she rocked on his fucking hand. Moans purred out of her gasping lips one after the other. And she watched as Denise put her boyfriend's dick into her mouth.
"Ommmmmn," Denise said, swallowing his long hard thin rod. It was like a chant, a sex chant, the sound of slurping lips devouring meat, hard fucking cock meat. "Ommmmm, ommmm, mmmmph," she gasped, taking it in and out of her mouth.
Her lips formed a tight O that oozed up and down the length of his rod. She smacked her lips loudly, jerking him off with her hands and mouth, bobbing back and forth.
"She's blowing me! She's blowing me! I can't believe it. She's blowing me off!"
He was delirious with passion, overcome by the rapid sucking of the silver-haired siren's mouth. A star almost, a fucking star was sucking on his prick.
He was fucking her.
He was fucking the siren of the band right in the mouth and she was gobbling up every inch of his dick. Denise knew what a thrill she was giving him. The throbbing of his dick on her lips was testimony to that.
He slid the curving root hard into her lips, piercing her pouting mouth, then ramming the roof with his dick. It flailed away at her, seeking to jam itself down her throat.
"Suck it, ohhh, uhhhh, suck it good!"
She palmed his balls and rolled them in her fingers, squeezing, milking the hairy sack as she led his swollen dick to eruption.
The first blast nearly drowned her. His load came roaring out of his throbbing dick-head in one thick glob. It splashed all over her tongue, down her throat, and then, since she was so full of cream, it backed up and cascaded out of her mouth.
Thick dribbles of semen ran down her chin, down her neck, down in a trail headed straight to her titflesh. She was wet and soaked with his hot gobbing cum.
Debbie came then, turned on by the sight of Jack being sucked off by someone else while he fingered her. She stared at the ribbony white streams that flew out of the hard cock and splattered all over Denise's silvery hair, all over her face, drenching her with cream just the way she wanted it.
"Fuck her mouth, uhhh, fuck her mouth," Debbie said. She reached down and grabbed Jack's cock. Then she savagely rammed the spouting rod back into Denise's mouth and jerked hard, hard, until Jack fell back against the wall, weakened and empty.
Denise kept her head tilted down so his upward-thrusting prick had a home in her mouth. She opened and closed her lips around it, sucking and swallowing the sticky substance that surrounded the still-throbbing cock.
She waited until his cock shrunk in her mouth, inch by inch receding across her tongue, then dangling on the edge of her lips. She lapped at the thin slit in the head of his prick, teasing it, giving it one more stroke, one last suck before it went limp and hung in front of her semen-spattered face.
Denise got up and left the two of them before they could say anything to her, before they could get her in an awed conversation.
She got what she wanted, a hard cock spitting in her mouth. Now the feel of that prick, the giving side of orgasm, was still reeling in her. She wanted to go over to the other side. She wanted to pour out her own cum. It was time to ease the whispering throb of her clit, the whisper that had built up into a scream.
The atmosphere inside was too stifling now, the constant smoking and drinking and shouting, the girlish cries of orgasm, the male shudders of spent passion, all of it was a heady and hot atmosphere that overwhelmed her.
Too many bodies were plundering one another, too many mouths were sucking and swallowing. Collectively, it was like a psychic free-for-all, one tremendous throbbing id bellowing for satisfaction. Mindless sex, total sex. She had taken part of it, enough to last for a while. Now it was time for some free space, some clear night air to cool down her raging, drunken, stoned, mauled body and mind. She wanted a relief for her aching cunt, but she wanted it out in the open. Romantic almost, out under the stars of the hot summer night...
The waves from the lake were soothing, crashing steadily onto the shore. Just outside of the motel suite the band had rented, there was a rocky channel from the lake that led all the way down to the front side of the motel.
It was a decorative illusion. Field stone bolstered up both sides of the canal, and there was a small bridge to cross to the other side, to nothing but green grass and shade trees. Woods. Cool woods.
There was a four-foot-high fence of polished stone and cement on the crest of a hill that crept down to the beach on the motel side.
Denise went over to the cool stone and leaned forward, shivering at the touch against her skin, letting the cool night air clear her head.
And then she watched the excesses of flesh all around her. Others had left the motel for the wide-open spaces. And now they were finding other wide-open spaces to play with.. .wide open and wet spaces.
Less than ten yards in front of her was a brown-haired girl in nothing but a bra, and that was pulled down to let the huge fleshy sacks rest on top of the full lacy cups.
She was on her back with her knees wide apart, squeezing around the shoulders of a guy who was fucking her like there was no tomorrow.
Denise could hear the grunts and the sighs of passion. In the moonlight she could see the glistening bodies as they worked against one another, churning up the friction, calling upon their juiced-up organs for release.
In a small cluster off to the right of the fucking couple, there was a man lying down on the sand. Three women were hovering above him.
Their girlish laughter was timid, shocked, but the three of them were going through with it. They were taking turns sucking him off.
All Denise could see was the constant interchanging of bodies, of tits and ass crouching around the man's flesh, concentrating on his prick.
She moved down the stone wall for a better look. Then she stopped right where she could see all the action. The quartet of sex-starved bodies was directly in front of her and she could hear them now, she could hear the close-up sounds of a girl's lips on a man's cock. She could hear the other two girls laughing. And then they switched places. Now another chick's head bobbed up and down, taking cock into her mouth.
"Uhhh, here it it, here it is!" The man raised his head from the sandy bed and stared at the cocksucking mouth running up and down his rod.
A gripping hand pulled his prick out of one girl's mouth and held it in the air, pumping furiously on the hard meat.
The cum spewed into the air.
Spurting gobs of juice flew out of his cock and splattered all over tits and mouths and chins and hands as the three chicks dived for it.
His cock passed from mouth to mouth, leaving a silvery stain of semen dribbling down their chins.
Pumping and sucking and jerking, all three chicks loved up the man's cock, jamming it into their tits and their mouths, creaming it all over their skin.
Suddenly Denise heard a sound behind her, the soft footstep of someone heavy on the gravel. She started to turn but then felt' two hands clamp onto her arms.
"Don't bother to turn around, this is the way I want you, this is the way you get it." "Who-" She was cut off by a savage tugging at her hot-pants that peeled the shiny material down over her bare ass and down to her thighs.
The taut elastic band ripped into her skin, but it was a pleasurable slicing feel, an exciting spasm of chilling shivers on her flesh.
"You're a real hotshot up on that stage, aren't you?" The man's voice was gruff.
"Mmmmmn," Denise said, a neutral response. She wasn't going to fight and she wasn't going to encourage. She was going to take it any way he dished it out. Like a silent object, but a sex-starved one.
"Putting on that act all the time. Like you're some special kind of bitch, like you know how to turn the guys on..." He stopped talking and she could hear him breathing down the back of her neck.
She pretended to look out at the lake, as if she was bored by the strange man, as if he wasn't even there, even after he practically ripped her panties down to her knees.
"Guess what, bitch? It works. It fucking works. You do turn on the guys."
"Yeah," she said. She bit her tongue and her lower lip in an effort to stem back the excitement building up inside of her. She wanted to mask it, submerge the surface feelings of arousal so that her explosion would be all that much more orgasmic when it came. "Yeah," she repeated. "Maybe I do turn on the guys, the dumb pricks in the audience who need a girl like me to get it up ... So what does that have to do with you?" She taunted him by sighing in fake boredom and leaning over the stone wall.
"Let me show you what it has to do with me," he said. She heard his zipper going down. Then he slapped her down onto the flat edge of the wall by knocking her arms out from under her.
As she lay there with her tits poking out of her black leather bra, resting on top of the cold stone, she felt herself getting off. She felt the initial rush of switched-on pleasure centers glowing inside of her.
Then she felt his cock. "Uhhhhh,"she grunted. One shove and it was in her, jamming straight up into her cunt. She was in the perfect position for getting fucked. Her ass was hanging off one side of the wall, just slightly tilted. Her dripping slit formed the perfect sheath for his wet glistening arrow-shaped dick.
She was pinned there on the wall, jiggling back and forth.
"Yeah, honey, let me show you what you do to guys like me... and let me show you what I do to chicks like you!" His prick slammed into her, the wet sloshing sounds turning her on even more.
Just like the lapping waves of the lake, these were the lapping waves of pleasure crashing into her, emanating from the rock-hard shaft jabbing into her from behind.
"Ohhhhh, ahhhhhhhh," she moaned. And then she squealed in pleasure when he whipped his dick all the way into her, stuffing hard meat into her slit. His nuts battered away at the inside of her thighs, wet and hairy and slap, slap, slapping upon her flesh.
"Give it to me harder," she said.
"Uhhhh," he groaned, shoving it into her hard, pressing her against the cold stone wall. Then he leaned forward so that his body weighted hers down completely, crushing her almost, completely imprisoning her.
His hands crawled under her belly, then moved up to the leather cage that held in her prize tits. He dug his fingers into her bare flesh, pushing up hard, rolling her nipples in his fingers.
"Mmmmmmn," she sighed. It was so good, it was like a completion of the playacting she did on stage, the slick illusion of sex.
He lifted up her thighs, picking them completely off the ground. This put a tremendous amount of pressure on her upper body, on her tits mashed against the cold stone. But it sent a thrill through her, a thrill that kept her silent. She wasn't going to complain, not when he was doing everything to her just the way she needed it tonight.
He spread her legs apart and held her almost prone on top of the stone wall, like he was pushing a wheelbarrow. It filled her with the pleasure that she was aching for.
"Come in it, come in my cunt! Now, now!"
His strong hands pressed down on her back while she twitched her ass for him, tugging on his prick, sliding up and down in a tight but wet sucking motion from her juicy cunt lips.
His dick piled into her, like a flesh-tipped hammer, nailing her over and over, riding her to the brink of orgasm.
"Please," she said. "Oh, please, I want to feel your cream in me, I want it now." She started sighing and shrugging and taking his cock in for long squeezing moments so she could feel the tremendous throbbing inside of her, so she could feel his cockhead coating her and slicking her up with the heady cum fluid.
"Now, take it all!" He lifted up on her thighs, and pummeled away at her cunt. His cock halted all the way inside of her, his nuts flailing away at her fleshy thigh junction. And then came the spurts.
One after the other, gobs of streaming cream squirted into her pussy. She could feel the cum boiling up through his hot spongy cock, feel it raging through his wildly quivering prickhead, and then emit from the cockslit in high-pressure splats.
"More, more, cream me some more, oh, I'm almost there. I can almost come!"
His palms rested on her firm asscheeks, squeezing the bared flesh, pushing down on them while his groin pushed up into her.
"Uh, uh, uhhhhh, empty my dick, empty my dick!" He hammered away at her and gave her a few more thick squirting gobs. Then his cock sloshed slowly in and out, letting the last fluttering drops ease out of his prick into her pussy.
She was almost there, almost ready to spill out her own cum juices.
That's when he pulled his dripping cock out of her. The softening meat wetted down her thighs as he stepped slightly back. "Thanks," he said.
She stayed down there, bent over, ass sticking up in the air, cum dripping out of her cunt, sticky cream oozing down her thighs.
She flinched when she heard the sound of his zipper going up, and then listened to his footsteps on the gravel as he walked away.
The bastard! The fucking bastard ... putting it to her, ripping off her panties, emptying his dick into her from behind, like she was nothing but a nice ass, a nice tight cunt, a nice set of tits for him to play with.
And he walked away, leaving her alone and naked. That's when she came.
The first spasm forced her to gasp with the sudden shock. It was too late to turn back. Her body was piloted on a course to ecstasy and she had to ride it out. All that stroking, together with the way he left her there ... it all combined in one powerful surge of lust that wiped her out.
She spasmed and sighed.
And she dripped. The hot liquid poured out of her pussy, accompanied by body-wracking screams.
Even in the throes of orgasm Denise was thinking hard about what was happening to her. Was it good or bad? ... The new kicks she was treated to, the new kicks that she needed. Earlier a woman had sucked her off. Now a man had scored her, used her as a wet slot to empty cum into, and then abandoned her.
She pressed her tits onto the cold surface of the stone wall, rubbing her hard nipples into the smooth and glossy finish. Hard stone held her like a glue, enticing her, forcing her to cement her shuddering flesh against it until she was all used up, until the flood of cunt cream had emptied out of her semen-drenched slit.
She hiked up her torn panties, smoothed down her hair, and tucked her chilled tits back into the bra. Then she headed back toward the motel.
Denise was clearheaded now, sobered up from the stiff fucking and from the night air. Almost straight. And that was bad. She didn't want to be a part of what was going on when she was straight. At least not this time of night. It was too heavy a scene to walk through with a level head.
The instant she got back inside the totally disheveled suite of rooms, Denise took a hit off a bottle that passed by. It was warm and had a good kick that travelled all the way down her stomach in a slow burn.
Then she had something stuck in her mouth, sweet-smelling and burning, and she toked away at the joint for three long ones. She kept the smoke inside her lungs as long as she could, and when she exhaled she knew she was climbing back up to that place where this sort of party seemed nice, where it definitely wasn't out of place.
Now she finished herself off by chugging down several hot slugs of whiskey. She wiped her cum-lathered mouth with the back of her hand.
And then she made her way through the bodies lounging all over the floor. A girl was taking on two guys at the same time on the couch, sucking one off while the other put it in her cunt.
She saw the pony-tailed girl again. This time she was kneeling on the floor with her slender stomach and hips bent over an ottoman.
A long-haired guy was putting the meat to her mouth, sloshing it in and out of her hungry swallowing lips.
All around her was a riot of fucking bodies and sucking mouths. Bare tits poked out of pulled-up tops or unbuttoned blouses.
Lipsticked mouths drooled and slurped on long glistening cocks.
The air was full of cum. The scent was over- whelming. Total raw sex was the only thing that held the crowd together. All the chicks and all the guys were reduced to that essence of their being.
Sex perfume, Denise thought... the smell of satisfied cunt, emptied cock, the smell of stiffening pricks easing into O-shaped mouths or slits, the smell of hot white cum spitting into the air, into girlish fingers and lips.
This was wilder than any show or stage act that Denise and the band could ever put on. BJ and the Extortions were a tame show compared to all of the things going on around her.
She followed the loudest part of the party where all the screams and all the hyperactivity came from. There was a constant barrage of sound coming from one of the bedrooms down the hall.
Denise followed it.
She saw girls all around, sitting on the floor, sitting on cock, sucking it and jerking it, girls sucking on tit and on cunt.
The group was spread out in a vague circle around two beds in the center of the room. As they engaged in their own acts of lust, they concentrated on the action taking place on the two beds.
There was the college chick, Sherry. She was totally luded out, and like a lot of girls who got wrecked that way, she was no longer in control of what she was doing... or what was being done to her.
The redheaded girl was bouncing on the bed in just her white cotton panties. Her wild motions had the mattress rocking up and down in a steady creaking sound, matching the back-and-forth trail of her lips.
In her pouting mouth was a stiff cock. Hairy nuts hung just an inch away from her chin, slapping at her lips every other stroke.
Jimmy, the guitarist that she had a crush on, was fucking her mouth in front of an appreciative audience. The guys and girls talked about her sucking prowess, drooling and moaning and eating cock like it was the only thing in the world for her.
Sherry's big tits jiggled with every beat of cock in her mouth and every stroke of cock on her chest. Spedder, the bass player she had insulted before, was jerking off on her jugs, slapping her tits all over his prick.
Her jugs were already streaked with semen and so was her mouth. This wasn't the first action she had. Denise could tell what had happened.
Jimmy had coaxed her into the bedroom when she was totally stoned on ludes, smoke, booze, and anything else making the rounds at the party. Then, once he got her sucking him off, he didn't let her stop. She was beyond caring, beyond stopping, and now there was a line formed behind Jimmy. He was probably going for his second round of sucking from the redhead.
The guys in the line were already hard, waiting their turn, all excited from watching her steadily suckoff action. All of them wanted a piece of her hotshot ass. All of them wanted to fill the rich-bitch college girl with the real score.
Suddenly gobs of white jetted out of Sherry's mouth. Down onto her tits, down onto her smooth belly. And cum spattered all over her nipples as Spedder jerked himself off to a wild tit-pounding climax.
The same thing was happening to one of Sherry's friends on the other bed.
She had dark curly hair in waves that swept down to her shoulders. Like Sherry she had that All American look ... but it was tarnished slightly by the way she was cooing and groaning on the bed.
Her naked ass was bumping up and down on the bed. Her legs were spread, knees bent, and she was fingering her cunt, rubbing her clit as she thrashed her lower body all over the mattress.
Her bra was still on, but one of the guys from the bar where the band played was sitting on top of her stomach. His prick rode in and out of her bra, trapped by the clasp, trapped by her fleshy jugs. He had her tits pushed together and wrapped around his cock. His hips jerked back and forth rapidly as he banged away at her titflesh.
The college girl's head hung over the bed, tilted a bit upward, making it easier for the guy fucking her mouth to shove it down her throat.
She strummed his prick with her free hand, milking it when it slid out of her mouth, then clutching his balls when he thrust his meat all the way inside her sucking and slurping lips.
Denise watched as the girl's cheeks bulged, then thinned, filling and emptying of cock with every stroke. Her lips smacked on his prick, coating it with saliva, clinging her mouth to the meat.
Both of the college chicks probably decided to see the party through to the end, unaware of how wild it would get, unaware of what would happen to them. Especially when they were handled by pros like Jimmy and Spedder.
The other college chicks must have left a while ago, Denise thought. They probably didn't have the nerve to stay, or maybe they were a bit smarter and knew what was coming.
Right now it looked like a dozen guys were coming .. . all lined up for Sherry's mouth, along with her friend's sucking lips.
Cum spouted from the cock in the curly-haired chick's mouth. Lines of flowing wet semen etched themselves down the girl's cheeks and chin. She lapped up the spitting cum and jerked off his cock as hard as she could.
In seconds her tits received a dozen spurts of cream from the guy sticking his dick under her bra.
Then they climbed off of her.
It was someone else's turn.
Sherry was doing the same, sucking off one cock after the other, transported into a stoned world where nothing at all mattered to her.
Nothing but the hard cocks that pried her lips open. Nothing but the line of men waiting to fuck her in the mouth as she drooled and sucked and sighed.
This kind of thing happened a lot, Denise thought. She knew from experience. She knew what it was like to be treated so casually.
She knew what it felt like, what it tasted like, what it looked like to the others who were watching.
She climbed onto the bed ... she tore off her leather bra. She opened her mouth and waited.