Chapter 11

I didn't wake up until very late the next day. I checked the clock in the kitchen and it was twelve noon. Groggy and unrefreshed from my drugged sleep, I stumbled wearily to the bathroom. I got in the shower, turned the water on as hot as I could stand it, and just let the scalding streams wash over my body. After a few minutes I began to wake up. I washed vigorously with some peppermint soap that I had found in the stall. It was very refreshing, and when I stepped out of the shower I felt almost my old self again. Only my pussy felt a little worn out and used.

I made my way back to the living room, picking my way carefully between the sleeping bodies. I was the only one awake. It looked like many people had gone home, and the ones who were left were still dead to the world. Here and there some snored gently.

It was a peaceful scene which bespoke nothing of what had gone on last night. I was looking for my clothes, which I had abandoned in my lustful haste last night. I finally found them crumpled under someone's head. I gently tugged at them and pulled them out without disturbing the sleeping girl. Quietly I slipped them on.

I went out to the bikes and got some fresh clothes out of my pack. When I got back inside, Melba was up. She rubbed her eyes sleepily and said, "My God, did you ever have such a night?"

"Not in all my born days," I whispered. She headed for the shower, and I went into the kitchen to make us some tea.

I hadn't noticed it last night, but the shelves in the kitchen were lined with jars filled with all kinds of interesting things. There were different kinds of beans, grains, and herb teas. None of them were labelled, so I chose one by smell. It was fragrant with the scent of lemon and mint, and a few other things I couldn't identify. I made up a big pot of it in case anyone else woke up.

But no one did, and Melba and I sat in the kitchen and exchanged amazing descriptions of the sexual experiences we had had last night. We sat there and drank our tea and decided where we were going to go from there.

We thought about going to Las Vegas, but then decided against it. There was something about a whole city dedicated to gambling and money that turned me off. I liked to gamble, especially at the race track. But Las Vegas was a bit much.

We decided to ride straight through to Los Angeles. There was a rock group going to be playing there in about a week, and we wanted to see them. They were called the Underground Rockets, and besides being good musicians they were pretty foxy guys. We were hoping we might even get to meet them.

If we made a short day of it today, we could make it to the edge of the desert of California. We could camp, and then ride through to L.A. the next day. Thank God it wasn't summertime, because it would be pretty damn hot in that desert.

Once we decided what we were going to do there wasn't much point in hanging around Tucson any longer. We figured that we might waste the whole afternoon if we waited for our new friends and fellow orgiasts to wake up. So we wrote them a note telling them goodbye; and thanking them for the truly amazing evening.

With a roar of our engines, we took off in the noon sun of Tucson. There was a brisk wind blowing in a westerly direction and it seemed to give our machines a lift as we hit the Interstate and headed west.

The day passed without a hitch, and we were already to the California border in time to set up camp a little early. We found a picturesque site by the Colorado river and pitched our tent, had a light snack, and went to sleep. We were exhausted. As we snuggled into our sleeping bags and felt the warmth pervade our tired bodies, we talked quietly of the party, and all the different men we had been with. I told Melba I thought I must have had fifty orgasms in the space of about five hours. That averaged out to be ten every hour. Not bad. We decided that we'd be crazy if we didn't visit those people again. Maybe on our trip back the other way.

My cunt ached pleasantly as I remembered all the good fucking I had had last night. I fell asleep still thinking about that damn party. That was one experience I was going to remember for a long time.

I slept soundly the whole night and woke feeling refreshed and raring to go. I'm afraid I was putting Melba in a bad mood by my cheeriness, but I felt good. She hadn't slept well, and had been awake long before I got up. To all of my excited chatter, she'd answer with a grunt, or she'd glare at me as if to say, 'How can you be so annoying as to actually be in a good mood.' I didn't really care though. She'd been through plenty of my bad moods before. I knew that later on when it had passed, I'd just tease her to death about it. She'd get real mad and then we'd both burst out laughing. We were great friends that way. We could be real pissed off at each other, though that didn't happen much, and an hour later we'd be talking and joking as if it never happened.

As a result of our clashing moods, we didn't get as early a start as we wanted to. We weren't in that much of a hurry, but we did want to get to Los Angeles early in the day so we could look for a place to stay. It was always harder once we got to a city. We couldn't just camp anywhere the way we could on the open road.

I did have the number of an old friend of my mother's who lived not far from Beverly Hills. She was a spinster who worked for one of the studios in Hollywood. I didn't really want to call her though. She was probably some old hag who'd want Melba and I to be home at nine o'clock every night. We wanted our freedom.

We put on as much speed as we could all day through the flat desert with its scraggly plants and cactus. I hated those plants. They looked mean, as though the earth they came from was mean and stingy. And indeed it was. It was hard and dry. It wasn't so late in the year that the heat would be hard to take or dangerous at all. If it had been summer we probably would have crossed at night.

The trip took us longer than planned because we had to cross a small mountain range which we hadn't realized was there. We didn't get into L.A. until well after dark. Neither of us knew our way very well, and we didn't have a definite place to go. Luckily Melba's mood had lifted, so neither of us felt too hassled. We rode slowly through the streets looking for a hotel that would be decent but not too expensive. It was a weeknight so there weren't many people on the streets, at least where we were. We Were in one of the many suburbs which form L.A., but aren't as busy as the downtown area.

The roar of our motorcycles was loud enough that we didn't hear the other bikes coming up behind us. It was with great shock that I looked around at one point and saw four Hells-Angel type guys riding behind us. They looked like a military escort. They were all lined up evenly, and they all wore the same clothes-blue jeans and heavy denim jackets with the sleeves torn off and with no shirt on underneath. Across the front of the jackets were blazoned the words "MA'S BOYS" in bright red letters that were designed so that they looked like they were bleeding. Those guys looked mean.

Here we were, alone and lost, wearing very revealing clothing. Suddenly I looked around and saw that we had been getting into an area with no houses, but just a lot of warehouses and factories. No one was around. I looked at Melba and she looked at me. I could see her lips form the words, "here we go again!" I nodded grimly. My heart groaned inwardly as I saw two more guys come out from a side street. One of them pulled up right next to me while the other crossed behind our bikes and flanked Melba on the left. My heart completely sank as two more riders pulled out on the next block and joined the ranks in front of us!

We were surrounded. They were just gawking at us- ogling our boobs and asses, and leering menacingly. I was really frightened. They seemed to be taking us into more and more desolate sections. Suddenly they stopped in front of an old warehouse that looked liked it had been abandoned for several years. We were forced to stop too, naturally, since they were all around us.

I shut off my motor and slipped my key in my pocket so that none of them would get it. I saw Melba do the same thing. "Hey, look guys-" I started to say, but none of them was even listening. They just got off their bikes and grabbed us and started hustling us towards the side of the building.

Melba opened her mouth to say something and I guess they thought she was going to scream. One of them clapped a hand over her mouth, and then someone did the same to me. Each of us had one guy holding us and covering our mouths. The others crowded around, putting their hands all over us. I struggled and kicked, but they were too overpowering. Hands went up my blouse, which was cut in a low V-neck, and down my pants, which happened to be hotpants. I saw that they had Melba's pants off her and then I felt fingers tugging at my zipper. These guys meant to rape us and they didn't want to waste any time! Still dragging us towards two double doors at the side of the building, they lifted my legs up and pulled my hotpants off.

"Hooo-ey!" one of them whistled. "She ain't wearin' no panties. Let's get her inside." One of them grabbed at my cunt and shoved his finger rudely up my hole. Two others took my ankles, pulled them apart, and started carrying me to the doors with my pussy. I was trying frantically to wriggle free, but I had no chance against all of them.

"This one's a live one," they cackled gleefully. "Must mean she's got a hot cunt."

Then one of them cried out, "Hey, these doors are locked!"

"What!" they all echoed. I surmised that they were used to finding them open. I guess they did this sort of thing a lot. I shuddered.

"We'll have to take them back to our place," one of them said. They all agreed, talking about us as though we weren't even there. If I wasn't so scared I would have been mad as hell. They were acting like we were their dogs or something, that it didn't matter what happened to us.

All of them let go of us except for the two guys holding us from behind. Then one real ugly one stepped up to me and held a knife up to my neck. Then, through the thin cotton of my blouse, he made a cross mark.

"You girls put your clothes on and come with us," he said with a sneer. "And scream or try to get away and I'll cut your pretty little titties like mincemeat."

I wasn't about to displease this fellow. Meekly I nodded. He turned to Melba. She nodded.

They released us and let us put our clothes on. Then they walked us back over to the bikes, all parked at the side of the street. I was thanking God for this small reprieve, even though it looked like we were in big trouble.

I was hoping that we would be allowed to ride our own bikes, but this was not the case. They motioned for us to climb on behind two of them, and the others made sure to keep us surrounded. With a mighty roar, eight big motorcycles started up. The noise was deafening. I was really shaking, and I could tell that Melba was frightened, too. We didn't look at each other.

We went about three blocks and stopped at a red light. And then a miracle happened. A police car pulled up to the light coming from the other direction. They all saw it and started to close ranks around us so we couldn't be seen. Melba and I both knew in that instant that our only escape was now. Before they could stop us we slipped off the backs of the bikes and walked across the street right in front of them and the police as natural as we could, we both waved and smiled at them like they were friends of ours. "Thanks for the lift!" we said gaily. I didn't want to go running to the police for one reason. They probably wouldn't be able to catch all of them, and the ones they didn't catch would come looking for us. I didn't want to have to spend my time in this city in hiding.

We crossed the street calm as you please, right in front of the police car. I watched the gang looking worried as we started walking, but they looked relieved when we didn't run to the cops.

The light turned green. Gunning their motors angrily, Ma's Boys went charging down the street. I bet they were madder than hell. Their quarry got away. At least we didn't squeal on them. Not that I didn't want to. But it wasn't a wise idea.

The police car cruised by us, looking very interested at us. I'm sure they wondered what we were doing there. They stopped.

"You girls all right?" the one in the passenger seat asked. He leaned out the window and looked us up and down very carefully.

"Oh, sure, we're fine," we assured them. "But would you mind giving us a lift down the street? We left our motorcycles down there." They said, sure they would.

I was making silent prayer that we could get to our bikes and get out of there before our biker friends came back. It was a gift from heaven to get a ride.

The two policemen rode us down there with no questions asked. They must have wondered why we supposedly had those guys drop us off three blocks away from our bikes. But they didn't ask. I guess they figured that if we said we were all right, they would take our word for it.

We reached the spot where our motorcycles were parked. They let us out, and we quickly started our motors and headed away from there, in the opposite direction that the gang had taken. As we pulled away, I looked down the side of the building where we had been captives a few short minutes ago. I remembered those hands on me, and I felt icy chills creep up my spine.

"Let's get out of here!" I shouted to Melba over the din of our machines. She nodded and we sped off in the direction the police car had taken.

We kept riding and didn't look back until we were well away from that neighborhood. We came to a well-lit street with a few open restaurants. We pulled into the parking lot of one of them, around in the back and out of sight of the street. We went inside to collect ourselves.

We sat in a booth and ordered some coffee. We collected quite a few stares, seeing as we were the only females in the place besides the waitress. We weren't in the mood for men at the moment, so we just ignored them.

"Why don't I call my mother's friend," I said to Melba while we were waiting for our coffee. "We won't have to stay with her the whole time. Right now I need a secure place to sleep in."

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea," she agreed. "I hope she's not too much of a drag, though."

"I hope not," I said as I was getting out of the booth. I went over to the phone and dialed Anne's number. The phone rang many times, and I figured I was getting her out of bed. The old bat probably went to bed at ten o'clock every night. I saw the waitress go to our table with two steaming cups of coffee. Just then Anne answered her phone.

"Hello?" said a woman's voice, quite out of breath.

Oh, no. I'd gotten her up. "Hello, Anne?" I said.

"Yes?"

"This is Sandy Hagerty. Phyllis's daughter," I said.

"Oh I'm so glad you called," she cried. "Your mother wrote and said you'd be out here. I was so hoping you'd call. You simply must come stay with me. Where are you?"

It turned out that we weren't far from her house at all. She gave me directions and I wound up the conversation telling her we'd be there within the half hour. I went back to the table and told Melba. I was so relieved to have a safe place to go to. She was too. We drank our coffee fast and left, eager get home to a motherly woman who would take care of us.

Her directions were quite accurate. It took us only fifteen minutes to get from the coffee shop to her house. It was in a very classy neighborhood, and the house itself was not large, but beautifully architected. It was modern with wood shingles and large windows facing the front. The small yard had palm trees and lovely tropical flowers.

She had told us we could park our bikes in the garage, so we turned into the driveway. Parked there already was a Rolls Royce, and in front of that was a late model Corvette. There was room for us to get by, and we rode into the garage and turned off the engines.

Melba said, "I have a feeling we might have been wrong about Anne."

I looked at the two cars in the driveway. "It looks like we may be in for a surprise at that."

We walked around to the front door and rang the bell. An absolutely gorgeous young Oriental man wearing only a wraparound loincloth answered the door. I almost flipped when I saw him. I was expecting a middle aged lady in a flannel gown to answer the door.

He was expecting us, apparently, because he ushered us right in. As we stood in the small foyer Anne came barging through one of the doors.

My mind was completely blown when I saw her. She was a tall and elegant woman with ash blonde hair just starting to turn gray. Her figure was extremely voluptuous; she had a slim waist which flared out on top and bot-tom to spacious wide hips and full ripe breasts. She ran over and embraced us both warmly.

"Oh, I'm so glad to see you here," she gushed warmly. "And it's a very timely visit. I'm, uh, entertaining some friends of mine from the studio. You two will make a lovely addition to the party." To the young man whose body I was still ogling she said, "Lin, would you take their bags up to the guest rooms?"

He bowed slightly and went up the stairs with our packs. I stared after him, and then asked Anne, "Who's he?"

"Lin is my part-time houseboy," she said. He also teaches me t'ai ch'i, judo, and a few other, uh, ancient sports. He's very good." This last she said with a sly wink.

I could hold it back no longer. "Anne, you are absolutely nothing like what I expected. I'm amazed."

She laughed. "I thought you'd have that reaction. You were probably expecting an old lady to meet you at the door, with hot cocoa."

I was very embarrassed that she hit so close to the truth. Then Melba said, "We were worried that you were an old prude who'd want us to be in every night at nine-o'clock!"

Anne laughed uproariously at that. "My dear young ladies," she said in a mock scolding tone, I am neither old, nor a prude, and the only reason I want you here at nine o'clock every night is because this is the swingingest place in town. The parties are here every night."

Melba and I looked at each other as if we'd just struck a gold mine, which indeed we had.

"And now," Anne continued, "you can do me the courtesy of letting me get back to my party. And joining it yourselves. We were at a very crucial stage in our, uh, conversation."

She put extra emphasis on the word conversation; I had a feeling I knew what she was getting at. And when we followed her into the posh living room, I knew I was right.

Right there, before our very eyes, were the four members of the Underground Rockets! I stood there in dumbfounded silence as my mind was blown away a second time. There were the foxy guys that we barely hoped we'd meet.

I'd been having wet dreams about the drummer for months now, and I almost came in my pants when I saw him sitting right there in the flesh. And what flesh.

And I knew Melba really went for the lead guitarist, who happened to be black, too.

The drummer, whose name was Rex Tyran, was wearing a pair of tight slacks and a leather vest. He seemed to like what he saw on me, too. His eyes roamed over me appraisingly, approvingly.

Anne introduced everybody. The lead guitarist's name was Ben Lomond, the piano player was Dale Lagosta. The bass player called himself simply "Spyder." Anne had a very high-paying executive position with the promotion department of the studio where the Underground Rockets recorded. She had invited them to stay with her for the week they would be in town for their concert tour.

This was going to prove to be a very entertaining visit. Between Lin, the fantastically sexy house boy and the four musicians here, and heaven knows how many other men that Anne probably knew, I was going to have my fill of cock. I decided to start getting it right now.

Anne started things rolling. She plopped herself down in a huge stuffed leather chair. In one swift move she lifted the skirts of her clinging red gown up to her waist. Her light brown pussy hair was exposed for all to see. She spread her legs and grinned lasciviously at Spyder, who sat on the ottoman at the foot of her chair.

"Where were we?" she said, spreading open the outer lips of her cunt to reveal her musk-smeared slash. Before he dived in to her tantalizing cunt she turned to the rest of us. "I trust you all can entertain each other for a while. Spyder and I have unfinished business." The next sound from her was a loud groan as Spyder seized her downy cuntlips between his teeth and began to suck gently on them. "UUnnhhhhhhhh!" she moaned as he dug deeper and deeper into her dripping snatch.

Rex approached me. My nipples puckered instantly, poking invitingly through the thin material of my low-cut blouse. "Sandy," he purred in the sultry voice I had heard sing on my albums. "Let's go somewhere and get to know each other."

I tried desperately to think of something to say, but was speechless. My mouth felt suddenly dry and my cunt started to ache. I gave him my hand, then finally found my tongue. "Take me," I said as though in a hypnotic trance.

"Oh, that's the kind of response I like to get," he said insinuatingly. He slipped an arm around my shoulders and led me up the stairs to one of the bedrooms up there-Anne's it turned out. The room was luxuriously decorated with a round bed in the center. Rex pulled back the spread, revealing gold satin sheets underneath.

"Mmmmm," I said when I saw them. I sat down on the bed and ran my fingers across the soft shiny material. I lay down and wriggled my body, relishing the feel of the cool satin on my bare arms and legs. I wished I was naked. But I knew it wouldn't be long. I looked up at Rex, still without saying a word, communicating to him silently my enormous need. I reached down and fingered my tits as I lay on the bed before him. They poked through my blouse like pebbles, and I drew erotic little circles around them. Then I spoke.

"I ache for you," I said simply. I grabbed the firm flesh of my boobs and held it out to him.

He lowered himself gently onto the bed and began stroking my pendulous breasts with both hands. He fitted his sensual lips next to my ear and whispered, "You're going to ache a lot more before I'm through."

His words alone were enough to send erotic tremors racing up and down my spine. His hands caressing my breasts sent thrills all through my cunt. "Uunnhhhhhh," I moaned softly, settling back submissively against the gold sheets.

He undid my blouse and lifted it off me. Then his mouth descended on the rosy tips of my nipples, sucking first one and then the other as if they were berries ripe for plucking. "Aaaannnhhhhhhhh!" I groaned, pressing the full flesh of my tits against his face, relishing the sensation of his teeth as they grazed the stiffened tips.

My hips were squirming and undulating and he forced his knees between my thighs. My legs parted as though they were butter sliced with a knife. My breasts were leaving with excitement and my nipples were taut and dark, glistening with his saliva.

Then slowly, teasingly, he drew off my shorts. I squirmed impatiently, my body aching for his hands to begin heir expert caressing again. I lay there watching him, my eyes half glazed with passion. He pulled the hotpants over my feet and I immediately spread my legs, giving him a clear view of my succulent, dripping snatch that awaited his fingers, his mouth. A jolt of lewd excitement crossed his face as he saw my cunt and smelled the sweet juices from it.

He quickly stripped himself naked, never once taking his eyes off my body. I stared at his handsome, muscular body as it came into view and licked my lips in excitement at the thought of what was to come. Suddenly, I saw his massive erection, jutting straight out from his body.

"Oh my God," I choked, filled with both fear and desire for his gigantic prick. Just looking at it filled me with awe and desperate need all at the same time. I became frantic for his cock, needed to stuff it into my aching empty hole.

"Annnhhhh," I groaned, undulating my hips in a frantic circle. "Do it to me, do it to me!" My hands flew to my belly, stroking and massaging as though they could somehow fill up the aching void in my hot pussy. My boobs hung down enticingly, bouncing and jiggling with every breath. My nipples were as taut as pebbles and I was quivering all over with the need to be fucked.

But Rex was taking it real slow. He knelt between my thighs and yanked them as wide open as they would go. He hovered over the swollen flower of my slit, breathing in the warm fragrance that drifted up. I needed it so bad that I could hardly hold still. My thighs were shaking and I thrust my pelvis upwards in sharp, begging motions. He stuck out his tongue and wiggled it very near to my slit, washing my throbbing snatch with his breath, teasing me mercilessly.

"Nnnnnnnnhhhhhh," I moaned, tearing at the expensive sheets with my fingernails. "Suck me, oh please, please, now... "

He grabbed both of my pussy lips in his mouth suddenly, and sucked voraciously, sending me into a massive spasm of delight. He grasped my knees in his hands and brought them open and down again, forcing me to relax. He stroked my thighs delicately, wooing me slowly into an erotic trance.

"Aannnhhhhhhhh," I moaned as his mouth began to stroke up and down on my private parts. He sucked on the pussy lips then let them go so he could ripple his tongue around the satiny inner grooves. I was thrusting up at him, trying to get him to go up to my throbbing clit. I was so frantic to come that I could hardly control myself.

"Mmmmmm, my sweet," he murmured, his mouth full Of my pussy juice. My hips began to gyrate to his words, twisting and bucking and begging in strangled passion. He shoved his tongue up the satiny pussy lips right on up to the throbbing swollen bud of my clit.

"Aaauuugghhhh!" I choked, and I concentrated all my efforts on getting the most out of the slurpings and lickings of his expert tongue. I gave myself up wantonly to the sensations that were filling my dripping pussy. I had dreamed of him so often and now here we was, putting his mouth right where I needed it most.

His tongue was rippling around my swollen clit in circles now, teasing this way and that, giving it sensations from every possible angle. I could feel the tiny bud tighten and stiffen more and more under his onslaught as my lust for him grew uncontrollably.

"Ahhhhhh, fuck me, give it to me," I ranted as I swung my ass with abandon while my flesh struggled for release from the exquisite torture he was putting me through. I bucked and slammed obscenely against his face, trying to extract every possible drop of pleasure from his tongue.

Then he quickly started working his way up my belly with his tongue; then onto the rosy aureoles of my tits. I was screaming with pleasure. Then he pressed his body against mine. His thick prick grazed my belly as he stabbed teasingly with his hips. His cock head left dripping streaks of sex fluid on the soft white skin of my belly. I fought upwards with my hips, struggling to get his flopping swollen rod down between my legs.

Slowly his huge cock slipped over my throbbing love button, parted the mounds of my pussy lips, and opened my slit. I groaned as I felt the blunt tip press against the gates to my quivering joy box.

Then he plunged, hard as steel, to the very depths of my canal. "Aaauuugghhhhhhh," I cried ecstatically as the aching throbbing need inside my cunt was so searingly filled. His cock forced me open like a sword, giving me a sensation of pain and pleasure at the same time.

"Ah, my sweet cunt," Rex murmured in my ear as he began fucking me in earnest now. He moved in and out in a steady rhythm, stuffing himself ball-deep in my seething canal, and then pulling out so that the engorged cap of his shaft teased my downy cuntlips.

He took one breast in his mouth, licked at the nipple enticingly, then pulled the whole mound of flesh into his lascivious mouth. My nipple poked up harder and harder against his mouth as he sucked at it. His tongue, punching at my tit, sent erotic messages straight to my pussy, making every nerve ending flame with uncontrollable lust.

I undulated beneath him and molded myself to his body. I wrapped my arms sinuously around his shoulders and I lifted my legs to encircle his waist, digging my heels fiercely into his back. I planted rapid-fire kisses wetly over his neck and shoulders, then lashed out with my teeth to bite stingingly. A tiny red mark appeared where I had bitten. He grinned at me, pleased at my spunk. Then he slammed forward hard for an answer.

Aauuggggghhhhhhh!" I cried out, feeling his weapon ram me to the hilt. I could feel my climax coming near. It began to vibrate in every fiber of my being, and I wanted to be taken by this man as I never had been taken before.

He lunged forward, driving for the finish line. My cunt was tight and succulent, clutching at him like a kid glove, fitting his rod to perfection. It grasped at his rigid shaft as if trying to extract the warm liquid inside. I could feel his climax start to build just as mine was reaching its breaking point. Our bellies slapped together faster and faster in an ever increasing rhythm.

Finally he let me have it. His come flew into my vaginal canal like firework bursts, bathing the spasming walls with violent washes of electricity.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" I screamed, tossing my head from side to side and bucking my hips frantically upwards as my orgasm exploded inside me. It shattered through my pussy, feeling like it would take me apart limb by limb. My breasts heaved violently on my chest and my breath came in sucking gasps as the sensations flooded my womb. His hard cock rammed and battered at my cunt as its tip spurted its milky load deep into my cervix.

My hips kept their rhythm, begging for more and more of his exquisite cock. My cunt contracted again and again as it drank in every jolt of that hot streaming come. He kept pounding it home, riding me out to the very end. Waves of ecstasy washed over me until I lost hold of everything but sensuality. Everything entered in this one moment of supreme pleasure.

When it was finally over, I lay back in satisfied exhaustion, once more becoming aware of the cool satin sheets rubbing sensually against my skin. Rex lay on top of me, breathing hard. He had withdrawn his cock, and it lay on my belly, limp and covered with our mixed sex juices.

And then, miraculously, I felt it start to grow hard again. He was getting another hard-on! My cunt, which had just felt so satisfied, like an itch that's just been scratched, began to throb and burn anew. I had read magazine articles about this musician which said he was a very good lover. But I had no idea he could ever be this good-and this virile.

"Ready for another round?" Rex asked me.

My parting thighs were all the answer I needed to give him.