Chapter 5

Roger returned from work late in the afternoon, and after Melba and he romped together, while Line and I made it with each other again, we all went out for dinner again. This time we went to an exquisite French restaurant the guys knew of and had a deliciously prepared meal with lots of good wine.

The crowds were as wild as ever, and there was singing, shouting, sometimes fighting, all over the streets. Men and women, some dressed in rags, some in fashionable clothing, thronged together. The street was the great equalizer-everyone was the same as everyone else. Many people wore costumes. I saw a bunch of gay men all in exaggerated drag. One was wearing black tights, a black cape, no shirt, and his skin was painted with iridescent blue dye. Purple sequins were pasted all over his eyelids. Another wore a Marie Antoinette costume and strutted around in a very queenly manner.

It was like a sexy surrealistic dream. Bodies and hands lurched at me from all directions, bumping at me, feeling me, pinching, stroking, grabbing. Music blared everywhere and neon lights flashed in lewd contrast to the dark skies above. Barkers hawked their nudie shows. Everywhere there was flesh, raw and enticing. Red lights in doorways signaled where the whores waited for their customers. Down dark alleyways I could see sailors pressing girls to the wall; the girls with their skirts up and their legs open, the sailors with flies open and hips coiled.

I was wearing a micro-mini skirt with only a pair of skimpy panties underneath, and a low-cut halter top over my breasts. The men whose bodies I brushed against seemed to burn holes in my clothing as they stared at me. I felt joyously naked to the crowd. I relaxed and let everything flow around me.

Somehow I got separated from Roger, Line and Melba. As though in a trance, I drifted through the crowd, passing by one man after another. Each one stroked my ass, or my breasts through the thin material of my halter top. Some even grabbed the swollen outer lips of my pussy, which by now was creaming hotly with mad lust. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be carried along for blocks, conscious only of feeling like the world was making love to me, that we were all consumed by one great wave of lust. Fingers pinched my tits, stroked my thighs, grabbed at my waist and swaying ass.

Then strong, familiar hands gripped my shoulders and lips closed over mine. A tongue shot forcefully into my mouth. I opened my eyes to discover that Roger had found me again, and was steering me in the direction of Line's apartment. I couldn't wait to get into that warm bed, strip off all my clothes, and fuck wildly all night long. Roger took care of me very well that night-we made wild passionate love all night long before finally falling asleep at the crack of dawn.

All the rest of that week we stayed with Line and Roger. By day we went sightseeing; by night we took in the exciting nightlife of New Orleans at Mardis Gras, and then returned home to enjoy each other's bodies. On the nights that Line had to work, Melba and I made it with Roger. When it was the four of us, we all stripped naked together in the living room and made it four ways.

Time never flew so fast, and never have I had a better time. But soon we had to leave. Other towns and other men's beds called to us. The morning of our departure broke sunny and crisp and clear-good riding weather.

We had hardly used the bikes all week, and we were looking forward to being on the road again. I was sorry as anything to leave Roger and Line, who I now felt very close to. My satisfied pussy would remember them for a long time to come.

They walked us down to the garage where we had stored our bikes and stood around rather awkwardly while we fastened out packs tightly onto the backs. We finished doing that, and it was time. Tears, sweet but sad rolled down my cheeks as I kissed each of them goodbye. I gave them long, deep kisses to remember me by.

"You boys take care of yourselves, hear?" said Melba, trying to act cheerful through her sadness. "Oh, we will!" they echoed each other. "And you girls be good! Don't do anything we wouldn't do!" This with a mischievous wink.

We started up the bikes in unison, and without further adieu, zoomed out of the garage and up the street. I turned around several times to wave goodbye, and soon they were nothing more than specks way in the distance.

We were on our way! Nothing thrilled me more than this moment, this magic time when we were just starting out on our journey. The road stretched out before us with the promise of new adventures and discoveries.

We had planned to head west, keeping to the southerly route which would take us through San Antonio. But before we even got to Texas, we had a long haul through Louisiana to cover. We travelled the greater part of the day, making only a few stops for meals and rest. When we finally decided to camp for the night we were quite close to the Texas border.

Quickly, before the sun set on us, we set up the tent and cooked ourselves a nice hot dinner. We ate it together in the peace of the falling night and reminisced over our exciting visit to New Orleans.

"Sure hope the rest of our trip is as nice as that was," said Melba, thoughtfully licking her spoon clean. "We'll just have to make sure that it is," I answered her. "There must be a lot of studs out there as good as Line and Roger. It's our job to find them."

"Well, that's a job I'm gonna like!" was her devilish reply. We shared a good laugh over that one.

It was soon pitch black, and there was nothing more to do but hit the sack. Crawling into my sleeping bag inside the tent, I really missed Roger's nice warm bed and strong arms reaching for me. Well, what price freedom, I thought to myself. Luckily I was too tired to think about it for too long. In a matter of minutes I was sound asleep.

I dreamt heavily that night: wild, erotic dreams of Roger and Line both fucking me at once. Then I went back to the street scene where all those hands were touching me. In the dream I was completely naked, being passed along from one person to the next, with a million different strange hands caressing my private parts. They stroked my thighs, grabbed at my breasts and tits, poked into my oozing cunthole and rubbed my throbbing clitoris. Soon I was in a state of supreme arousal, screaming "Fuck me, somebody please fuck me."

Then the crowd deposited me in front of a very strange figure who they were bowing to and calling 'Dragon Man'. He was very tall and wore a shiny dragon mask over his face. In one hand was a sword and in the other was a whip. He wore a long cape, and when he pulled it open he was completely naked underneath. And he had a cock that was a foot long! He was fully erect.

I lay there, naked, with my legs splayed wide and my snatch staring him right in the face. I trembled in fearful anticipation of what was to come, and prayed that he didn't kill me when he entered me.

Slowly, like a holy man, he drew near me and positioned himself between my outspread thighs. Tenderly he placed his gigantic organ at the opening to my joybox. I tensed my muscles; every nerve ending was searingly awake and awaited this huge tool to set them off.

He gave a low guttural grunt and shoved. "Aaauuuug-ghh!" I screamed at the overwhelming pain he gave me. But in a matter of seconds I had stretched to accommodate his length, and I found that he was probing depths in my womb which had never been touched before. The pleasure was intense. I shrieked and laughed and rolled and twisted under him as he fucked me with long steady strokes, bringing me to ecstatic climax over and over again, over and over...

I awoke with a start. Melba was shaking me with a look of alarm on her face. "You okay, Sandy?" she asked. Still half in the other world of Dragon Man, I mumbled something about everything being all right. Then I went back to sleep, hoping to encounter more twelve inch cocks.