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Stud On Wheels
II had her pants down and her legs spread. I wasn't even gonna bother with her tits. What the hell? She had one of those perfect beavers, hair as soft as mink and lips that shouted at you: "Suck me! Suck me!" Who needs tits at a time like that? So I was on my way down on her, down into the flesh breach, when she pulled me by the ears: "Up here first," she said. "On my titties."I looked up. She'd unbuttoned her blouse. What do you say to a eighteen year old kid (with mammaries like melons and flesh so smooth that you want to eat every inch of it) when she shows you her tits and says she wants you to lick them? I don't know about you, but I say, "Yes, ma'am!" So I went to work on her breasts, even though I hadn't intended to. I don't know if you ever noticed or not, but a pair of knockers isn't always really a pair. I mean sometimes you got a girl with big boobies and one of them looks like it's filled with putty and the other one looks like it was short-changed. Barbara's titties were just like that. One was bigger than the other. They were as different as Abott and Costello.Don't get me wrong. That didn't stop me from giving them both the full treatment. I used two hands, pushed on the sides of one of those big mams, and sucked up a good three mouthfuls. I used my lips to tug on the sprung nipple. Naturally, every now and then I wandered the smooth surface of that creamy flesh with my spread tongue. Believe you me it was a lick that neither of us will ever forget, Barbara especially. "Oh, God," she moaned softly, still holding onto my head, "I love it when you lick 'em, Charley. That's just the best of all." I could feel her eyes on my wet tongue as I strung out the lick, made it last practically forever. Everywhere I went there seemed to be more fresh titty, all of it needy for a good, wet tongue.Maybe I should backtrack a little and tell you how I met this delectable piece of ass. I have a van that I picked up from a hauncho in the valley. It wasn't much when I got it, but I painted the thing and fixed up the back. Believe you me, the interior of my wheels is enough of a boudoir that I could seduce Whistler's Mother in there if I wanted to. It's lined with plush fuck carpeting-white, naturally-and mauve drapes seal up the back and side portals when I need privacy for you know what. I bought that van six months ago and ever since I've been doing nothing but fucking and sucking my brains out.Anyhow, let me be honest with you. From time to time the picture taking business-I'm a professional photographer-isn't what it's cracked up to be. Sometimes you make a living at it, and sometimes you live in your van. And during those times, just to make sure you've got gas money, maybe you sell a little dope. Nothing spectacular, but enough to get by on.I was on my way to Santa Monica to deliver an order. I don't usually mess around with hitch-hikers when I'm dealing, but Barbara was an exception. She was wearing shorts, and her long legs were irresistible. She had her thumb cocked, but that wasn't what she was hitching with, I skidded to a stop and picked her up. She couldn't have been older than eighteen or so. And I quickly found out that where she wasn't long smooth leg, she was big tit and fresh nipple. "Where to?" I asked her, and she said simply: "Wherever."I parked in front of Jane's house, the girl who was buying the dope. And that's where I was when Barbara and I had stopped talking and started getting to know each other."Baby," I said, "I could lick your nipples all day long.""Oh, yes," she hummed. "Good." She pressed her other titty up for a little suck. Naturally, I let go of the first one and went for the other. The titty was ready, covered with chills and smooth as silk. I plopped the cap into my mouth and rubbed my tongue across the cherry tip. "God damn good," she moaned. It was one of the best sucks ever, a fantasy come true. I worked my way down her torso. When I got back to her belly and pelvis I started using my hands under her butt. She talked to me about how she loved to do it with a stranger, how this was the way she always got laid, by hitch-hiking and making it with the guy who picked her up. Sometimes, she said, she would do it with whoever picked her up. She couldn't care if he was an old man or a woman or whoever. She'd just put the make on them. She had a pretty good batting average, too, from the way she talked, getting turned down only once in a while. It was easy to tell why. She had a great body and she knew exactly how to move it.I rubbed my tongue across the smooth skin of her lean stomach. She was eighteen years old with the equipment of a winner and the soft flesh of a child. I worked down into her bush, finally arriving where I'd begun. I used my hands under the backs of her nubile thighs to spread her loins out. She leaned back in the long carpeting and angled her legs so I could get in. I gave her my preliminary lick, along the soft, sweet lips surrounding her vagina, up and down the first distance between those lips. There was already a steady supply of ooze dripping and building up inside. "Jesus," she moaned, "you know how to take care of me." I rubbed my tongue into her clitoris and she nearly went flying through the roof of the van. She grabbed onto the side of the cabin and I could see her knuckles turning white. She spread her legs upwards, pulled her thighs back and I had access, if I wanted it, to both her twat and her bunghole. I concentrated, for the time being, on just her bouncing clit. "Uuuuuhh," she moaned when I sucked the thing up into my mouth. "Jesus!"The insides of my friendly little hitch-hiker's hole were slippery as you could ask for. The flesh was long and smooth, and I could feel muscles going to work in there that you usually don't find except in an older woman. Barbara, it was turning out, was a very hot kid. I reached up to her hungry breasts and rubbed the tips and the sides of that thing while I continued to work out in her snatch. She loved every minute of it, and so did I.Soon she was dripping so plentifully that I had to give her some of my cock. I pulled her up under me and she fumbled with the belt-buckle. I pulled away and gave her room to work in. She had me untied and my pants down a few seconds later. "Jesus," she moaned again, "I got myself what I been looking for." She jumped for my hog, pushed gently on my chest, and I slid backwards into the carpet. She had my meat and her hands were everywhere, sliding up and down my belly, working on my buttocks, rubbing my hips as she sucked me into erection. Her smooth thick lips curled around the head of my dick. They were moist and open as she slid the meat into her face, and then the lips were circled and tight, sealing my wet flesh in a perfect suck. I watched her head bob up and down on my joint. She used her mouth to kiss and lick my prick the way a five-year old kid works out on a sucker. She was everywhere at once, enjoying every minute of it."Jesus," she said, pulling off and admiring her own work. "Look at the size of that thing." She held my joint upright and laughed. "I never saw a prick so big before.""Well," I said, "thank you. I never saw a child give such good head."She liked that, me calling her a child, and expressed her affection for me with another long tonguing. Her mouth muscle started at the base of my cock and slid up to the tip. She wrapped her lips around the head and leaned into the blow-job, giving me the final exciting denouement. Then she worked around, taking her shorts off as she went, and spread her legs over my face. I was happy to get that hot, hairy notch of hers between my lips."There you go," I said, watching the wet fur settle into my mouth. "Perfect." My tongue shoot forward, into the gap, and took her clitoris to task. I rubbed up and down on the smooth surface of that little twat-pecker, rubbing it and jamming on it as best I could. She rolled her hips around on my face. I gave her more of my tongue, as long and as still as I could. "Oooh," she groaned, the passion developing quickly in her young body. "I love that." She popped my hog into her face and worked feverishly to make me as high as she could. Her tongue did the major part of the work, rubbing and caressing at especially the head. She used her cheek from time to time, holding my joint against her face and turning her head from side to side.For my part, I used my hands to roll and rub her smooth young ass cheeks. I loved the feel of her soft moon globes, and I didn't hesitate to rub a finger in and out of her sweet little bunghole. She seemed to enjoy that, and she pumped her pussy down into my face for more of my tongue. I was happy to provide her with as much of the long wet mouth muscle as she could enjoy. I spread it out against her clitoris and teased her with light rubs and caresses. She was soon all passion and juice. The slippery ooze flowed along my chin and down my neck. I wondered if she'd had sex recently, if maybe she was putting me on about the hitch-hiking fucks. That's how horny she was, horny enough to make me think she hadn't had it in a good long while."You're good," I told her, as she swung her hips gracefully from side to side in my face. I licked up into her twat. The fur was smooth and greasy, coated with juice and ready for all the licking I could give. I went for the clit again and sucked it down between my lips. She rolled harder when she felt that long swabbing action. I knew she was well on her way to ecstasy. "Honey," I muttered into her hot cunt, "you just keep moving like this and in another minute you'll be climaxing all over the place.""Mmmmmm," she hummed, too busy to talk. She worked her mouth up and down the cap of my cock. She concentrated on the mushroom head, and she was sure to keep a good steady licking action going as she went. Soon she'd wet down my entire hog. There was saliva everywhere. Not an inch of my meat was dry. From there she pushed deep into my crotch and kissed my nuts. She took them one at a time for a good, long tonguing. Before I knew it she was needling her long wet muscle into my ass-hole. I don't know how she did it from that angle, but she managed to get the tip of her tongue going in the entrance to my shithole. I spread my legs more for her, and then she asked me to turn over. I did that and she started right off using her hands on my buttocks. She rubbed and caressed at my hefty ass-cheeks, and she pulled them apart. I could feel one hand going smoothly up and down the crack in my butt. She felt up the bunghole, lightly, with her finger, and she pulled them apart. I could feel one hand going smoothly up and down the crack in my butt. She felt up the bunghole, lightly, with her finger, and then she dove in between my buttocks, with her cheeks and her tongue. Her lips cressed around the crater and she filled my shit tube with long, wet, teaming tongue meat. "Gooooood," I muttered. "Really fine!"She licked the trough, wet it down and slid back for more of my ass-hole. I lifted up onto my hands and knees. She had my entire ass for a playground. She used it all. She worked one hand around my waist and picked up my sprung cock flesh. She rubbed the saliva-slippery joint and balls. She used her tongue in my ass-hole at the same time. "Baby," I said, "you know what you want, eh?""I want the same from you," she said simply. "Know what I mean?" She didn't wait for my answer. She stuffed my bunghole up with her wet juicy mouth muscle. She reamed me out like there was no tomorrow. It felt like a small, wet worm was climbing in and out of the entrance to my anal cavity. She used her oral technique on just about every portion of my pelvis. Soon I could feel the chills climbing up around my hips and up my spine.When the fever of her oral lust reached my brain I practically shouted: "Oh, fuck!"I swung around and forced her down on my pecker. Her sweet lips mouthed my hog and her long tongue went to work on the shaft. She was sliding up and down, under my fierce guiding hands, and working her lips along the shaft as fast as possible. "Honey," I told her, "you are good." I held her long blonde hair tight in both fists that I could get her going anywhere I wanted. "Sweetheart," I told her, "make sure you get that shaft. Suck on the shaft." She took the sweet meat between her lips and nibbled on it as if there was no other source of food in the world. She tongued and ate the stiff, thick member. I worked her face up and down, along the ridge in the underside of my joint. She loved it, loved being forced this way and that, loved my big fuck-stick rolling between her lips. Everything was wet."Get ready," I told her, feeling the warm, tender chills of orgasm starting up in my nuts. "Get ready for the bag of jism you been dying for."She sucked lightly, continued to tongue and concentrate on the spongy pink tissue of my mushroom head. Soon I was twitching and only milliseconds from jazzing all over her mouth and face. She pulled back for a moment and caught the first gob of hot sticky semen juice in the face. When she wrapped her lips and her hands around the base of my hog. She tugged on it, held it like a baseball bat, and sucked. She swallowed all of that hot pudding down her throat. I must have been close to gagging her with the fat head of my dick. That heart-shaped mushroom head was filling her gullet. She kept swallowing until there was no more hot come for her and then she began licking. She rolled her tongue up and down my spent meat saying: "You came so nice. I love the jism. That's the best part, the hot jism." She licked my pecker clean. I didn't know what to say, so I just waited for her to say something. I knew she was horny and that she hadn't come yet, so I just waited.Sure enough, a few minutes later, after she'd been laying there with her head on my thigh, watching my joint shrink to normal size, she moaned: "It's so small now.""You can make it bigger if you want to," I said. I smiled but she didn't see that. She just went right back to work sucking on my prick. I liked the way her tongue moved, and I especially liked the fact that she was so young. Her eyes and her face carried that expression of youth that can't be imitated. And her tongue was vigorous, even innocent, in the way she used it to massage my joint. She curled around and sloshed up and down on the long fuck-stick. It only took her maybe five or six laps to get the meat at full-mast again. She was a real find, Barbara was, and one that I wouldn't let go of. I reached down and gave her a little more direction, shoving her head up and down, her mouth, just the way I liked it. She took the instruction well. And she was blushing like a beet."Shit," she moaned after a while, "I want some of this in me.""What about a little suck in the cunt first?" I suggested."Oh, would you?" she asked.I always feel some sort of responsibility. All I have to do is think back to high school and the blue balls I felt every horny Friday night. With that memory in mind, I could lick a cunt into ecstasy even if it took me three days to do it. It just seems like the right thing to do. If that's what the girl wants, anyhow.So I was happy to spread out Barbara's legs and fill her twat once again with long tongue meat. I gave her a good swabbing, an introductory slosh, just to be sure that she was thoroughly wet down. Then I splashed my mouth muscle across her clitoris and waited for the little pussy-pecker to go erect again. "Fuck," she grumbled, "I'm gettin' hot.""Yeah," I said, talking into her sap producing honey pot, "that's the whole idea." She waved her slippery vaginal lips back and forth by swaying her hips. Her smooth warm loins pressed close around my face. She was about as smooth and hot as could be. I drilled her vagina with my tongue, and she moaned: "Come on, higher. Rub up my clit. Please, my clit!"I didn't mind giving her everything I could. I knew it would pay off. I jammed up against her clitoris, rubbed that meaty little pussy muscle with a good long swabbing. I gave the slippery twat-joint a good slug of of my tongue and then clapped it between my lips. I sucked up some of the juicy stuff around it and pulled. Tugging the tight sex knob this way and that, I was able to get her gushing. She was well into climax. "Ooooh," she moaned. "Yeeeeeesssss!" Her slippery pussy opened up wide. I could see undulating muscles and long curved tubular pieces of flesh rolling within her orgasmic flesh cave. She pumped up and down, with three quick jerks, and then settled into post-orgamsic bleating: "Uuuuhhhh ... ahhhhhhh ... sheeeeet." Then she rolled off and away in the deep soft carpeting on the floor of my van."Hey, baby," I said. "Lift up. I don't want you leaking all over the carpeting, eh?" I slid a chamois under her butt. She plopped down on the smooth leather and the juice puddled there beneath her beaver. "That's better," I said. Then I hopped onto her long, nubile body. I landed a good shot, right between her legs, and my joint went sliding up into her pelvis. "Oooh, God," she cried. "I wasn't expecting that." She swung her hips backwards, then climbed my hog with her cunt. She was still hot enough, maybe even more so than ever, to enjoy riding my rod. I gave her a full helping, and two pumps later she was so full of stiff flesh bone that she didn't know what hit her. "Ahhhh," she creamed, "fuuuuuck!""Yeah," I said, pounding her with a quick couple of dynamite thrusts, "take as much of this as you want." She bent her body upwards and pressed her titties around my face. I jammed hard and long, rolling my hips into her groin. She had all the long fat hog she could possibly use, and she did well with it, too. She rubbed good tight muscles and a lot of satin soft flesh into my joint. Pretty soon she was jerking her lovely velvet flesh, hoping to get a box-load of pudding in her cunt.I nailed her down to the floor of the van. I shot up high, rolled deep into her belly. She screeched in ecstasy as my fuck-muscle began to throb in her body. She rubbed back and forth across my jamming pecker. She couldn't believe I had so much more hot jism for her. She bounced up and down, twisting and twirling on my joint. There was no stopping young Barbara now. I let her have the rest of my jism, and she started practically crying, telling me that it had been a month since she'd broken up with her boyfriend, that he had been her first lover, that she never fucked anyone else, that all the stuff about the hitch-hiking was bullshit. I was the first one she'd fucked in a month, and she never fucked anyone else except this other boyfriend who was gone now. I pulled out my hog because I couldn't stand fucking a girl while she was crying like that.But no sooner had the bulb of my joint cleared her twat when she crawled down on the greasy bone and started licking. She was so hot and so sad that the only thing that could take her mind off how lonely and horny she'd been was the stiff meat in front of her. She used her tongue to lick it all clean. She rubbed her lips into it and spread her tongue out to make sure that she didn't miss any of me. I couldn't turn her down, crying or not, because that was what she wanted. She gave me such good head that I knew I'd probably never use her for anything else. I told her it was a good thing that we'd met like this, that it was good that she'd finally let herself go a little. She told me she was glad that we had talked and she went back to sucking me off some more. She used her tongue to lick every inch of my pecker. As I watched her head bob up and down around my joint, and as I felt her smooth, melon-shaped titties rubbing against my thighs, I thanked God for sending the hauncho with the van to me. After all, if I hadn't had that van and my carpeted boudoir, I'd have never met Barbara."Shit," I said in a whisper, "you give the finest head I ever had from a kid."She looked up at me and said: "My name's Barbara Binger and I'm not a kid. If you think eighteen is a kid, then you're crazy. And I'll prove it to you." She went down on my joint and splayed her tongue across the spongy tissue of the head. She worked the muscle slowly but surely into her face. I watched my penis disappear in her mouth. Soon she had my prick all the way up her face. She might have been eighteen, I had to admit, but she gave head like a woman who's done it for years. "You're alright, Barbara," I told her. "You're alright." She didn't bother looking up. She just kept licking my fat erect cock.III was half-way up the orgasm ladder, Barbara Binger's justifiably horny lips doing the stimulating, when a rapping at the side of the van interrupted. Barbara may have been the best teen blow-job in town, but she was also modest. She quickly pulled up her shorts and buttoned her blouse. She was so fast that I hardly had a chance to voice protest.I peeked out the rear window and saw Jane standing there. I couldn't hear her too well, but I figured she was looking for me. I'd parked in front of her house with the shades on the van closed. Now she was wondering what was happening, where her dope was. I pulled up my trousers and told Barbara Binger that we'd have to pick up where we left off a little later. I opened the door to the van and called Jane over.I've known Jane Sonora for well over ten years. I met her when she was a kid, a friend of a girl I used to date. But then Jane was fat and a little uncomfortably forward. like I said, however, that was a long time before. Now she was a buxom brunette with long, slender tanned legs. She usually wears loose hippy style tent dresses that give the wrong impression. It wasn't until I saw her at a pool party about three months ago that I realized what an incredible piece of ass she really is. The baby pictures in my memory, I assure you, were quickly erased when I saw Jane in a two piece bathing suit. She has the supple curves of a model and the personality of an artist. She's long and lithe where it counts, and she has big ripe mammaries that you want to suck the minute you see them. Anyhow, I deal her a little dope every now and then, just to keep in touch.I introduced the two girls, and Jane asked me about the grass. "Well," I said, "I've got some pretty fair stuff. Why don't you just try a little?""We can't go inside," said Jane. "My mom's still home. Just-"I cut her off. "Hop in. We'll take a quick ride to the beach and you can smoke some on the way, eh?" She smiled, trotted back to the house for a wrap, and when she came back out she'd let her hair down. She had it stacked in a bun before, and now it flowed like a lion's mane as she streamed into the cab and shut the door to the van. "We're off," she said. I handed her a baggy and said: "Not yet, but if you roll a couple maybe then we'll be off."The dope turned out to be super. The ride to the beach left us in Santa Monica for sunset. It was one of those big, orange ball things, dropping out of the sky and behind the edge of the world within ten minutes. Then it was dark and we, the three of us, were sitting around in the back of the van about as loaded and useless as could be."I should go home," said Jane with a smile, "but I don't feel like it.""I know what you mean," said Barbara.They sat cross-legged, Jane under her tent dress with just her lovely thin ankles sticking out from under, Barbara with her luscious legs smooth and folded under her butt. I lit up a third or a fourth joint and lay down with my head on Barbara's lap. She had one supple loin next to my face. I reached out and touched the silky material of Jane's dress. "That's soft," I told her. She smiled and said: "Just about most everything is, these days." It was some obscure reference to her boyfriend, I supposed, but with Jane you never can be sure. Maybe she was referring to me. "Jane," I asked, sprawled out on the bottom of the van, "would you do me a favor? I've got an itch on my shin. Would you mind?" When you're that stoned an itch is a problem and no one minds anything. She reached for my leg and pulled the trouser up. She rubbed the exact spot and I thanked her. Barbara was running her hands around the sides of my face. But Jane didn't stop with the one spot that needed itching. She ran her fingers up as far on my bare leg as the trousers would permit. "That's nice," I told her. She smiled and moved over between my legs.