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Fifty Cent Piece

By: Northern_One



This is the first chapter in a short series. I hope you enjoy it. Constructive feedback is very welcome. All rights reserved, © Northern_One, 2012. 

I dumped the bag of shopping on the passenger seat and slammed shut the door of my old van. Leaving the tiny village store behind me I set off into the howling gale and pouring rain, the decrepit wipers barely clearing the windscreen. My destination was a campground that I'd been to before but the roads weren't exactly familiar so I didn't hurry. I didn't have any reason to, as long as I made it there before it got dark. I'd been on the road all day and was looking forward to a hot shower, a beer and something to eat but, the better part of valour being discretion, I wanted to arrive in one piece.

I'd been exploring the South Island for about six weeks now and time wasn't really an issue for me. Pretty much everything I owned was in this ancient old van and I was, I kept reminding myself, living my dream. If I was honest the dream was supposed to look a little different; the passenger seat was supposed to be occupied by my girlfriend Amelia rather than a bag of baked beans and beer but then perhaps the dream had been mine more than hers after all. Anyway, she'd assured me we'd pick thing up again when I got home although a nagging voice in my head told me this was less and less likely. New Zealand had been my idea, it was true, but five months spent sleeping in a van, windsurfing and mountain biking our way around this rugged, beguiling country was surely what every girl dreamed of, no?

The rain eased off and I was able to relax a little, less fearful about what the next blind corner might bring with it. I saw a sign advertising the campground and started to recognise the odd distinguishing feature along the road. I'd been here a few weeks before and had found a great beach just metes from the campground. It was a perfect, unspoilt spot with an ideal prevailing wind and the potential for some great waves. Would I have been happier at home with Amelia? My career as a copywriter, if you could call it that, was hardly fulfilling my every wish and perhaps our outlooks on life were less compatible than they'd seemed when in the early throes of passion. The fact that I was on one side of the world and she was on the other certainly said something even if I didn't want to admit to myself exactly what that thing was.

The let up in the weather was a temporary one but the campground wasn't far now. I squinted through the windscreen and could just make out the wet road. Water was running across it in miniature waves and I had slowed to a crawl. I rounded a bend and with a sigh of relief saw the entrance. 

Although not a glamorous means of transport my van was warm and very easy when it came to setting up for the night. I didn't have to faff around with a tent and I was extremely glad of that now. The van really was just that, it had been a workman's minibus before I'd done a quick conversion job by ripping out the seats and replacing them with a full double bed, legs and all. There was plenty of room underneath it for storage and it was as comfortable as my bed at home. I'd even strung up some makeshift curtains. The campground was pretty empty, only a few other campervans and a couple of drenched tents around. I knew from my previous visit that it wasn't staffed and relied on an honesty box system. Facilities were minimal -- a unisex toilet block with one shower cubicle, a washing-up area and that was pretty much it. I also knew from my previous visit that the shower was wonderfully hot and powerful, providing one had a fifty cent piece to make it work. These silver coins were like gold dust last time I'd been here and I'd made sure to ask for one in my change from the little village store I'd stopped at.

I parked the van within sprinting distance of the shower block and closed my eyes for a few seconds. The drive had been difficult and I was in dire need of a relaxing shower. I grimaced upwards, trying to search out any signs of the rain relenting but it was a mass of grey above me. Deciding an early night was good for me anyway, I climbed into the back of the van to collect my wash things then, clutching the all-important coin, opened the door and made a run for it.

I made it to the shower block in seconds but still arrived soaked. There was only one shower and it was occupied when I tried the door. 

"Won't be a minute," the occupant called out.

Slightly annoyed by this rude disruption to my immediate plans I pocketed my fifty cents and went to the sink to clean my teeth. As I brushed I looked in the mirror and took stock of what I saw: scruffy dirty blond hair, a couple of days' growth, a bit tired looking but not too bad considering the drive. Amelia had always told me my green eyes were my best feature and despite being a touch bloodshot, they still had the glint that she had liked so much. I was in pretty good shape from all the sport I was doing, if not exactly professional athlete standard but beneath my faded hoody and cargo shorts I could have been pretty much any mid-20s backpacker bumming around until the money ran out.

The door opened and I glanced in the mirror to see who had come in. The new arrival had their anorak hood up but by their height and build I guessed it was a female. I finished at the sink and turned round, heading towards the shower cubicle where I would wait my turn.

The newcomer was standing reading the sign that explained the workings of the shower and, having lowered her hood, I could see it was indeed a female. She smiled a quick hello then began searching inside her anorak pockets. She must have been around 5' 7'', had bobbed blonde hair and wore black shorts and flip flops below her bright blue anorak. Straight away I noticed her slender, toned legs and silver ankle bracelet. Amelia had always teased me about my mild ankle fetish and the sight of that little chain around a slim, tanned ankle sparked off involuntary lustful thoughts in my mind.

"Do you know how to work this thing?" she suddenly asked, turning to look at me. She had a sing-song accent that I couldn't immediately place, but her English was perfect. She was stunning and her appearance made me lose the power of speech for a second. Her bobbed blonde hair framed a ridiculously pretty face; her eyes were startlingly blue, her lips red and full and her high cheekbones and strong jawline gave her an unmistakeably Scandinavian look. 

"Err, err... yeah I do," I stuttered. 

"Oookaay, that's good," she said with a slight giggle. "Could you tell me what to do then?" she asked, a cheeky smile spreading across her face.

I'd been caught completely off guard by the way she looked and I did my best to gather my composure. The way she smiled at me though made me think it wasn't the first time a man had been struck dumb in her presence.

"Umm, you need a fifty cent piece. Have you got one? It's a great shower though, lovely and warm and powerful. I've been here before, a few weeks ago. I bet you need a shower with all this rain, it's like being at home," I blurted out, my mouth operating far faster than my brain.

She gave another little giggle.

"I guess you're English then?" she asked as she continued to feel around in her pockets, presumably for a purse. 

"Yep, English here. Well, British really I suppose. My Mum's Scottish and my Dad's Welsh so I'm not really English at all. I was born there though so maybe I am. Who knows?" I laughed nervously whilst inside I begged my brain to get a grip and stop me babbling like a fool. "Where are you from, Sweden by any chance?"

"I'm from Norway actually, good try though!"

"Oh great, I'd love to go there sometime. I bet it's a bit like home for you here too then, what with the fjords and everything?"

"I suppose so," she replied. "I'm from Oslo though so we don't have many fjords there," she grinned.

"What about the weather though? Is it similar to England?" My toes curled at my latest inane question. Asking about the weather? What had happened to me? I wasn't used to being such a blethering imbecile but then again I suppose I wasn't used to making small talk with a girl who looked as though she could make even Rupert Everett think twice about the gender of his partner. And then there was that ankle bracelet.

"I haven't been to England, I'm afraid," she replied. Her smile seemed to fade slightly. 

I needed to pull myself together before she decided I was a simpleton. In my defence I'd been driving all day and had only come in expecting a shower but how often was I going to have the opportunity to chat to someone who was, to my eye at least, model-material, and friendly with it.

"Sorry," I laughed, giving her my best handsome yet intelligent smile. "You know us Brits, obsessed with the weather. I'm Sam, by the way".

"Hi Sam, I'm Anna." 

We shook hands. I prayed that my palm wasn't too clammy. As Anna retrieved her hand from mine the shower cubicle door opened and a man about my age emerged, towelling his hair dry. 

"Shower's free guys", he said as he walked past. "Probably not much point in drying my hair though eh?"

"Nope, still pissing down," I told him.

"My god, you are obsessed!" said Anna with a laugh as the guy steeled himself before braving the maelstrom outside.

I cringed again but Anna, having found her purse, was trying to find the all-important coin. Ever the gentleman, and now desperately trying to make up for my ineptitude thus far, I invited Anna to jump ahead of me in the queue and use the shower.

"Damn," she exclaimed, stamping her foot in frustration. "I haven't got fifty cents. Have you got change?" she asked, holding up a five dollar note.

Now I was faced with a dilemma. Did my chivalry stretch far enough to give Anna my sole fifty cent piece, thereby denying myself the one thing that had kept me going all day or was it time I looked out for number one? I had, after all, gone to the effort of ensuring I had the requisite coin -- Anna clearly hadn't been a girl guide. The rain was still lashing down outside the shower block, its tin roof made each drop sound like a ball bearing and the force of the wind was causing the door and window to rattle violently. I looked at Anna as she stood in front of me, her useless five dollars in her hand. She was probably used to getting whatever she wanted from men, merely by pouting her lips and fluttering her eyelids. No, I thought, for once I'm not going to be swayed by blonde hair, a sexy smile and a perfect figure. I needed this bloody shower. I deserved it after that drive. I glanced at her ankle, encircled by the little silver chain. The heavens and wind combined to apparently hurl another load of shotgun pellets at the flimsy roof.

"Shit, I'm really sorry Anna, I've only got this one," I said, taking the coin from my pocket.

She looked crestfallen. A little frown spread across her forehead and her bottom lip came out a little. For all I knew she'd had as bad a day as me. I felt genuinely sorry but she was a stranger and I was in need. OK, she was an extraordinarily attractive stranger but I really had no obligation to help her and put myself out.

"Sorry, I feel bad," I said again, a little sheepishly.

Her expression brightened and she lifted her head.

"Oh it's OK, don't be silly." She slapped me playfully on the arm. "I'll just have to stay stinky!"

"Why do I find it hard to believe you could ever be stinky?" I laughed.

Anna looked at me, her head cocked to one side.

"Oh Sam, you're so sweet." There was a playful tone to her voice, or was it just her accent? 

I made to move past her, towards the shower cubicle but Anna stepped to her left, blocking me. She put her hand to my chest.

"There is a way round this, you know."

"Umm, is there?" I said dumbly.

"Yes, silly!" She gently slapped me again. "We could share?"

For the second time in five minutes I was rendered speechless. Had this Norwegian goddess really just invited me to share a shower with her? I looked at her, my mouth opening and closing like an idiot. Anna grinned at me.

"We'll be saving water," she laughed as yet another tidal wave of rain crashed against the window.

My mind was racing. Was this an innocent proposal that would mean we both could have a shower or was it something more? I'd never been the sharpest when it came to picking up sexual signals from girls. Visions of all the opportunities I'd missed over the years flashed before me. I couldn't let this chance go begging, even if Anna had nothing dirtier in mind than getting clean. At the very least I'd have some amazing mental images to wank over for the rest of my life.

I took a deep breath. "Err, Ok then," I managed. "If you're sure?"

"Of course I'm sure silly," she giggled, turning towards the open door.

The cubicle was small, as it would be, having been designed for one person. There was a hook on the back of the door and a shelf above it. Anna slipped off her anorak and hung it on the hook, then locked the door. She kicked off her flip flops and unzipped her shorts, wiggling her hips to help her pull them down. I stood gormlessly in the corner, transfixed by her golden, shapely legs now only encumbered by a plain pair of black knickers. 

Anna looked at me as she stood up, having folded her shorts and put them on the shelf.

"Come on Sam," she laughed, "stop being so English. British, whatever you are!"

I muttered an apology and told myself to get it together. I reminded myself that we were there to shower, it wasn't a big deal. I began to undress and tried not to stare too hard.

By the time I was down to my boxer shorts Anna had lined up a row of bottles on the floor of the shower and was taking off her watch. She was completely naked, save for the silver chain that kept catching my eye. Her body matched her face in its flawlessness -- full, pert breasts with prominent, pinky-brown nipples, a deliciously ripe-looking bottom, as pert as her tits, perfectly smooth skin, evenly tanned save for where her bikini covered her and, when she turned to face me, a neatly shaved pussy with only a narrow strip of blonde pubic hair. She smiled at me as I gawped at her.

"Come on Sam, we haven't got all day!"

As she spoke she reached in front of her and whipped down my boxer shorts, squealing with laughter as she did. She looked me up and down. Fortunately I was far too discombobulated by the whole situation to be in danger of embarrassing myself with an inappropriate erection, in fact I hoped I wasn't so perturbed that I would appear deficient in my masculine development. 

"Very nice," she said. "Now, we've both seen each other -- let's get wet!"

I snapped out of my dazed state, still trying to comprehend exactly how I'd come to be sharing a tiny shower cubicle with a Scandinavian supermodel, and retrieved the all-essential coin from my shorts' pocket. I started the mechanism and we both stepped under its blissful cascade.

As I remembered the shower was hot and powerful and just what I needed. Anna seemed to be enjoying it too. The steam rose all around us and the air filled with the clean, fresh scents of her shampoo and cleansers. She stood in front of me and I had the not at all disappointing view of her back and bum. As we lathered ourselves I allowed myself to take in as much of my showering partner's attributes as I could. The hot water glistened on her golden skin as she washed, the suds sliding down the smooth form of her body towards her slender waist. At the base of her back, above her peachy bottom were two dimples. As she moved under the shower, her tits sporadically came into view and I had to resist the almost overwhelming temptation to reach out and hold them. The dimensions of the cubicle meant that every so often one of us would accidentally bump into the other. At first each touch was followed by a polite apology but soon we forgot the niceties and accepted the inadvertent touches as inevitable. 

Anna remained with her back to me and as I washed and relaxed under the hot water I decided this was probably for the best as I was starting to enjoy the experience. Despite some noticeable tingles my cock hadn't yet started to misbehave but I didn't want to increase the risk of embarrassment for both of us. My powers of concentration were about to be severely challenged, however. 

"Sam, please would you wash my back?"

I froze for a second before taking the offered bottle. Was this an invitation to do more or an innocent request? Of course I'd wash her back, what sane man wouldn't? This could be it, I thought, maybe this was her plan all along. Whatever, I'd still have the chance to touch her perfect body properly without freaking her out. Just relax, I told myself. She's an uninhibited European - this is probably a common occurrence for her.

I poured some of her lotion onto my hand and, pausing for a second to prepare myself, began to massage her back and shoulders. Her skin was as smooth to the touch as it was to the eye and I gently moved my soapy palms around her body, inhaling the flowery aromas, all my senses fully alert to absorb the experience. My hands moved from her shoulders, down her back to her dimples, then back to her shoulders and I took the opportunity to press a little more firmly, massaging her with my thumbs. Anna murmured quietly in appreciation and I took this as a sign to continue. I rubbed up and down her body, circling my hands, sometimes pressing more firmly when I saw fit. I dared to explore a little further, massaging up and down her arms and around her waist. I wasn't brave enough to go further than the small of her back, my fingertips only grazing the tops of her buttocks, fearful that I'd overstep the mark and bring this glorious experience to a premature end. 

The combination of the heat, the relaxing cataracts of the shower and the feel of a nubile Nord under my hands were beginning to affect my judgement, though, and my concentration was slipping. I'd overcome my initial British reserve and was thoroughly relaxed and, as a consequence, nature was beginning to take its course. As I explored Anna's back with my hands the inevitable happened and the tingles in my groin became something more obvious. Blood was rushing to my cock and it rose from the terrified state in which it had so far remained until I was fully erect, pointing somewhere up Anna's back. I stepped back a little to give myself more room but the confines of the cubicle meant I had nowhere to go. Anna shifted her position under the powerful jets and inadvertently brushed against my erection. My cock lurched at the touch and sent a bolt of electricity through my groin and into my stomach. I stopped for a second, praying Anna hadn't realised what the protuberance in her back actually was but she gave no indication that she had noticed it. 

Having assured myself I was in the clear I resumed my lathering despite the raging hard on, emboldened by Anna's oblivion to my aroused state.

"You could go a little lower if you like?" she said, half looking over her shoulder. 

My hormones now fully engaged, I didn't need to be asked twice and I slipped my hands onto her soft, peachy bum. Gently squeezing her exquisite rump I gave up caring whether my cock came into contact with her and when Anna deliberately stepped back I was given no choice. We were now just inches apart and the tip of my erection sat upright, propped against her back.

"How long will this last, Sam?" she asked.

Continuing to rub her sumptuous arse I wondered what she was referring to. 

"The shower, I mean," she asked with a giggle.

"Mmm, quite a while I think. How long have we been here?"

Suddenly turning to face me, Anna looked at me and beamed. "I'm not sure, I kind of lost track."

She looked down at my cock, its head pointing straight up at her.


Fifty Cent Piece Ch. 02



This is the second chapter in the 'Fifty Cent Piece' short series. I hope you enjoy it. Constructive feedback is always appreciated. All rights reserved, © Northern_One, 2012. 

*

The rain had stopped at some point during the night but the wind continued unabated. No fun in a tent but great for sailing and I'd spent the morning out on the waves, making the most of the ideal conditions. It was hard work though and after a couple of hours my arms were exhausted and I'd reluctantly come into shore. As I sat on the beach, gazing out at the rolling breakers I thought about the previous afternoon and my encounter with Anna. I'd spent the evening in a slightly bewildered state, trying to rationalise the whole thing but was unable to make much sense of it. I didn't know the first thing about her. Did Anna genuinely like me and was there a chance it could lead somewhere? Or was it just a one-off, a chance encounter never to be repeated? Surely it wasn't normal for a girl as gorgeous as her to go round sharing showers and wanking off men she'd only just met but then who was to say what was normal? I told myself to stop analysing it and to enjoy the memory of her perfect tits, her hand around my cock, that ankle bracelet... 

Pangs of hunger snapped me from my daydream. I'd had a tin of baked beans and some bread the night before and a couple of bananas for breakfast but my morning's exertions were suddenly very apparent. There was no one else around -- the tent-dwellers had moved on as soon as the sun had come up and the other vans were nowhere to be seen - so I decided to leave my board on the beach and drive back to the little village store and stock up. I needed some more change for the shower anyway. Who knew, perhaps lightning might strike twice?

A couple of hours later I was back at the campground. I'd rinsed all my gear out, showered -- alone, this time -- and had a big lunch. The wind had dropped and the sun had come out and I was in my deckchair with my iPod on, a trashy thriller in one hand and a big joint in the other, feeling very content. None of the vans that had been there the night before had returned and I was completely alone. I guessed most people had moved on in search of better weather but Anna had said that they -- whoever they were -- would be around for a few days so perhaps I'd have company before too long.

The cumulative effect of the sun on my face, the spliff and some mellow music must have made me nod off. I was woken by the sound of voices and the hollow clang of van doors being slammed. I looked at my watch and saw that I'd dozed for an hour or so and had missed the arrival of a couple of new tents and some familiar-looking campervans. Although the peace and tranquillity was pleasant having a few people to chat to wasn't a bad thing. Travelling alone was fine most of the time and I liked having the freedom to come and go as I pleased but not having a companion to share the experiences with did sometimes make me feel a little alone. Hearing raised voices from the direction of some of the vehicles brought a wry smile to my face. I might not have anyone to share the experiences with but at least I didn't have to try and maintain a tricky relationship whilst living in a cramped tin box. I lit the half-smoked joint and thought about Amelia. She used to complain when I smoked but thought nothing of greedily hoovering up a line of coke if someone offered it to her. Perhaps for the first time since I left home I was actually pleased she wasn't here.

More angry-sounding voices were followed by a slammed door and an engine starting up. I looked across the field and saw an unusually modern campervan heading towards the exit, its impatient driver revving the motor hard and churning up the muddy turf as they sped away. The noise of the argument and the subsequent display of aggression were at odds with the general calm of the place but once the engine's sound faded into the distance the waves breaking on the beach took centre stage once again, an eternal rhythm unconcerned with the trivialities of human concerns.

My existential musings were interrupted by a figure blocking the sun in front of me. I looked up and shielded my eyes to see who it was but the brightness meant all I could see was a silhouette. 

"Can I have some of that?" asked the figure, pointing at the joint smouldering in my hand. The familiar accent told me it was Anna. My slightly stoned brain turned to mush.

"Hi! Yeah, of course. Here, sit down if you like," I said over-eagerly as I awkwardly clambered out of the deck chair. "How are you?"

Anna took the joint and slumped into the canvas seat. I leant against the side of my van and watched her inhale a deep lungful of smoke. She was wearing a pair of tight white shorts and a black bikini top and looked incredible.

"Fucking pissed off with my idiot boyfriend. Fucking ex-boyfriend now anyway." She was clearly angry but something about her accent prevented her from sounding it. 

"I did hear a bit of an argument. Was that you two?"

"Yes. He's a dick head." The way she separated the two words made it vaguely amusing to my stoned ears. 

How was I to react to this news? I barely knew the girl and had no idea she was even with a bloke. What could this mean for me? My befuddled mind attempted to process this new piece of information. Anna had shared a shower with me even though she had boyfriend. Had a boyfriend? Not any longer? I was almost embarrassed by the speed at which I began thinking about the possibilities thrown up by their argument. Amelia seemed further away than ever. 

Anna took a deep drag on the joint and handed it to me. 

"Thanks Sam." Anna looked up at me, took off her sunglasses and smiled. "You are good at helping me."

The spliff had made my mouth dry and I slurred a response that I hope suggested it was no problem and I was happy to rescue damsels in distress whenever I could. I realised I needed to have a sit down while I rode out the high and I dragged out another fold-up chair from the depths of the van. Not only was Anna hot as hell and the possessor of the finest wanking hand in the southern hemisphere but she could handle her weed too. I was rapidly becoming smitten.

I opened a slightly warm beer for each of us and set my chair up next to her. Once I was confident my mouth would work properly I decided to see what I could find out from Anna about her relationship status. I wasn't in the habit of diving in to try my hand with a girl who had split up with a boyfriend literally minutes earlier but then I wasn't in the habit of taking showers with beautiful strangers either. 

"Do you mind if I ask what happened with your boyfriend then?"

"Oh, he's an idiot," Anna said, taking the joint from my hand without asking. "He came all the way here cos he wanted to spend time with me even though I told him it was girls only. He's been trailing round after us for weeks but I think he finally got the message." She leant her head back and drank some beer.

"OK," I nodded, hoping I could fill in the gaps as we went along.

"I told him he could do what he wanted as long as it was nowhere near me and that I'd see him at home when I get back next year. We're finished anyway." As if to reinforce her point she dropped the roach into her already empty can. It went out with a hiss. "Have you got another beer?" She asked, handing me the empty and standing up to find another drink.

I told Anna to look in a box under the bed where I kept my food and drink. Maybe it was my weakness for pretty girls but I didn't mind Anna apparently treating my things as her own. Aside from it being slightly disarming I liked how relaxed she clearly was with me, even if I couldn't say quite the same for myself just yet.

"So who are you here with?" I asked.

"There are three of us. We're all in the blue van," she said, pointing towards one of the battered old campers. "We just finished university and wanted to travel. Edvard followed us here even though I asked him not to. He bought his own brand-new camper and has been like my shadow. He's a nice enough guy but he's too overpowering. I want some freedom, you know?"

Anna looked at me as she said this. A spray of foam from the warm beer shot towards me as she pulled the ring and she grinned cheekily. Her story seemed quite similar to my own. She'd studied design and graduated that year but had no great desire to embark on a career just yet. Her and two girlfriends had decided to take some time off to explore the world and had landed in New Zealand a few days after me. Her relationship with Edvard also sounded pretty familiar. He was a law graduate with a good job lined up and, so it seemed, had mapped out his life with Anna already. She, on the other hand, wasn't so sure. As she talked I thought about Amelia and how angry she got with me when I gave up my job, how incredulous she was at the thought of taking a break from the rat race. I looked at Anna. She looked straight ahead, perhaps pondering the wisdom of throwing away what sounded like a very comfortable life with a wealthy, career-focused high flier. After a moment she turned to me.

"So, tell me about you, Sam. And try not to mention the weather."

As I told Anna about my travels so far, about leaving Amelia, about how bored I was in my job, I began to lose some of my British reserve. She was just about as pretty a girl as I'd ever met but she was also fun to chat to and whereas normally I'd have been trying too hard to be funny in the vain hope that I'd impress her, with Anna I was beginning to act naturally. I had nothing to prove and with the ice having been well and truly broken the previous night we were getting on well. 

Anna asked me how things stood with Amelia and me. I stopped for a minute and thought, then told her what I then realised was the truth -- there was no Amelia and me anymore. As much as I liked her we were too different. I was here, she was there. It occurred to me she'd probably barely given me a thought since I left. 

We both had a plenty to think about. Anna and Edvard had seemingly broken up literally minutes earlier and I'd come to the realisation that a one-sided long-distance relationship wasn't really a relationship at all. 

The topic of the previous night had yet to surface. Part of me thought maybe Anna was embarrassed about it but another part of me thought maybe she was just a horny little minx who got it on with whomever she wanted, whenever she wanted. She had been slightly reserved the night before though, relatively speaking of course, not wanting to kiss me or for me to get too enthusiastic. I supposed that was because at that time she and Edvard were still an item, perhaps what we had done somehow didn't constitute being unfaithful. Another possibility still was that she'd found me utterly irresistible and had barely been able to control herself. This seemed less likely.

There was a lull in the conversation. It wasn't an awkward silence but just as I was summoning the courage to broach the topic of the shower Anna turned to me and we both spoke at once, drowning out what each other said. We stopped and laughed. 

"Go on," I said, losing my nerve.

"No, you".

"Honestly, it was nothing. What were you going to say?"

Anna paused and looked at me. "Have you got any more weed?"





Fifty Cent Piece Ch. 02



"Mmmm, that feels soooo good," Anna said, her eyes half-closed as my stimulations sent pulses of pleasure coursing through her body.

I rubbed her clit harder, and slipped my index finger inside her too. The velvety walls of her pussy enveloped my fingers, seemingly drawing them deeper inside. I was desperate to feel that suction around my throbbing cock but was determined to repay last night's favour before satisfying my own desires. Anna's eyes closed and her breathing became faster, matching the movement of my hand. I withdrew my fingers and, lying half on top of her, supporting my weight on one side, kissed her passionately, rubbing her clit, our mouths on fire. Anna's hand sought out my aching penis and she rubbed up and down the shaft, tickling the tip. I groaned at her touch, memories of her expert dexterity the night before flooding back. The anticipation of finally being inside her was almost excruciating.

Our eyes met and we both smiled. I kissed her mouth again then slowly worked my way down her neck, kissing and licking as I went. I paused at her breasts once more, taking each succulent tit into my mouth before moving on down, still teasing her swollen clitoris as I did. I reached her stomach and slipped my tongue into her navel, causing another whimper and a squirm as I invaded that strangely sensitive place. I kissed each prominent hip bone and, shifting my position to gain better access, moved towards her inner thighs. I was now kneeling between Anna's legs, my erection jutting up rudely, only inches from where it so obviously wanted to be. 

I eased her thighs apart further and gazed wantonly at her glistening pink entrance. I bent down and licked up her left thigh, right to where her leg became her groin. The skin there was even softer than on the rest of her delicious body. I did the same on her other thigh, and gently nibbled then licked my way along to my destination: her perfect pink cunt.

I looked up at Anna and our eyes met, then I licked the length of her open lips, from bottom to top, finishing the stroke of my tongue on her electrified pink button. Anna squealed as my tongue danced across her, her hands went straight to the back of my head, pulling me closer. I licked again, tasting her sweetness, pushing my tongue inside her, then licking up to her clit and sucking gently. I repeated this, her labia opening further with every lick, her most treasured place revealing itself more and more. Settling into a rhythm I concentrated on her clit, circling and licking, harder and faster. Anna's body was trembling, her hips bucking, and half-formed words and noises filled the enclosed space. She grabbed handfuls of my hair as she writhed and I pushed her legs further apart still, greedily lapping her juices, drinking her in. 

My tongue was darting over her clitoris, pressing hard against it as she forced her pelvis up towards my mouth. 

"Keep going Sam, keep going. I'm so close."

I pressed my tongue even harder against her and licked a series of hard licks, pushing the hood above her clitoris right up so it was utterly exposed. That was what she needed and her body shook as the pleasure finally built to its crescendo and an orgasm shot through her. Anna forced my face down even more, mashing my mouth against her as she thrust her hips upwards. Words of Norwegian replaced the squeals and whimpers as she thrashed around on the bed, riding the wave of her climax. I continued licking as much as I could until Anna suddenly pushed me away, too sensitive to take any more.

"Oh Sam, it's too much," she panted, "It's too good!"

I knelt up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

"You are so horny Anna!" I said, emphasising the words.

"That was so horny Sam," she laughed.

"You taste amazing." 

"Mmm, I'm glad you like it! That was so intense."

Supporting my weight I lay on top of Anna and we kissed. She wasn't in the least bit perturbed by kissing the mouth that had just licked her and our tongues duelled as she slowly recovered.

Anna was still jumping and bucking every time our bodies touched, such was the strength of the orgasm that was slowly ebbing away but the hardness of my cock, now trapped between us was a not-so-subtle reminder that we weren't finished yet.

"OK, sexy boy," she said. "Let's see what happens next."

Anna pushed me off her and rolled me onto my back as she straddled me, my erection pointing up between us. Her hands rubbed across my chest as she leant back. Her nails grazed my nipples as she very slowly rubbed up and down, causing the slightest friction on my cock with her soaking pussy. She flinched as her clit bumped against my tip, clearly still too sensitive to take me inside her just yet. Anna grinned and leant back more, gripping me firmly in her right hand, slowly rubbing the soft skin up and down.

"Maybe I should have a taste, too," she said, her head cocked to one side, her eyes fixed on what she held.

"Be my guest," I told her.

Anna shuffled back and leant down, mirroring my position of a few minutes before. Still holding me in her right hand she fixed my gaze and licked up the length of the shaft, right to the tip. Tingles shot through my groin and as Anna repeated the motion, a naughty glint shone in her blue eyes. She licked a few more times and each time sparks of intense pleasure pulsed through me. Then she took me in her mouth and, sighing, I closed my eyes and let the sensations wash over me. Her tongue swirled around the tip of my cock as she sucked up and down. Her mouth was so soft and hot and wet. I groaned in pleasure. Anna had told me she wanted to fuck but at that moment all I could think of was the unbelievable pleasure her mouth was giving me.

My cock plopped out of Anna's mouth and I opened my eyes.

"You taste good too. But I'm greedy. I want you somewhere else."

Without waiting for a response Anna moved up my legs and knelt across me. She held my erection in one hand and hovered above me. Her pussy was wide open, the tip of my cock so close to her opening. She looked at me and lowered herself onto me. She was so wet that I slid inside her easily but, allowing herself to get used to my size, she paused before sinking down fully. We both groaned as her vagina walls moulded themselves to my form and she stayed still for a few seconds, my cock all the way inside her tight, welcoming womanhood.

Anna leant forward, placing her hands on my shoulders as she started to rock back and forward, up and down. I held her by her hips, encouraging her to sink herself onto me then groped her bum, squeezing her magnificent cheeks. She began to increase her speed, our eyes locked on each other.

"God you feel good," I said.

Anna smiled that cheeky smile and sat up, forcing herself down further, taking me deeper inside her. She leant back and started to bounce harder, the springs of the bed squeaking as she did. Her tits bounced with every thrust and she held one, squeezing it hard against her chest. Her hair fell into her eyes and she flung it back with her other hand. I could feel the pleasure rising as she fucked me harder and harder but as desperate to come as I was, I wanted to hold onto this incredible feeling. 

I grabbed Anna's hips and rolled her over, my cock still deep inside her. Anna's face was a picture of lust. 

"Come on then Sam, fuck me. Fuck me hard."

I drove deep into her, making her gasp and held my cock there for a second. I leant down to kiss her then pulled almost the whole way out before sliding hard and deep inside her. Harder and faster I thrust, fucking this blonde beauty with almost savage intensity. I squeezed her breasts and held her down by leaning heavily on her shoulders. Anna responded by wrapping her legs around my back, trying to pull me further and further into her. Our bodies were slick with sweat and we were both breathing hard as I rammed into her as hard as I could, her body rising upwards greedily, her nails scratching across my back, my full balls slapping against her bum. 

Anna must have sensed I was nearing the point of no return as she nodded at me and whispered, encouraging me. 

"Oh fuck Anna," I grunted. "I'm gonna come."

"Yes Sam, yes, do it," she responded breathlessly.

The whole van was rocking as we fucked. My orgasm built inside me, my cock deep in her vice-like cunt. I felt my climax surging through me and in a blinding moment of intensity I came, spurting deep inside her, again and again, great pulses of ecstasy racking my body. A series of grunts accompanied the waves of orgasm and Anna came again with me, her high pitched yelps echoing my own animalistic noises. My thrusting slowed as my orgasm weakened until I lay on top of her, exhausted, panting, still buried in her depths, her arms and legs still wrapped around me.

When I finally regained my senses I let myself slide out of her and rolled over. We lay side by side, not speaking, just staring at the ceiling. The heat of the van was sweltering and the enclosed space was filled with the musky aroma of sex. 

Anna was the first to stir. She propped herself up on one elbow and looked at me.

"That," she said "was a lot of fun."

I put one hand behind my head and laughed, agreeing with her. She leaned over and held my cock, still slick with her juices and mine. 

"I told you you had a nice cock," she said as she lazily caressing my softening penis.

"Well he certainly likes you too. You are damn sexy, Anna."

She sat up, her tits bobbing perkily as she ran her fingers through her sweaty hair. 

"And you're still sweet," she said. "And good at fucking," she added, her blue eyes twinkling.

Anna slid open the door of the van to let some air in. I lay there, soaking up the praise and enjoying the sensual presence of the blonde Nordic beauty I had met less than twenty-four hours before. My mind turned that thought over and over. I'd just had probably the best sex of my life with someone I barely knew. She looked around and found her shorts, hopping off the bed, down onto the step in the doorway and wriggling them up her body. Still topless, she stepped out of the van, picked up her bikini top and the half-smoked joint and turned to me.

"I have to go. Thanks for the smoke. Mind if I finish it?"

I laughed and nodded. She lit up and threw the lighter on the deck chair. She stood there for a few seconds and I tried to comprehend how a stunning Nordic blonde had come to be smoking a joint whilst topless, outside my campervan, having fucked me to within an inch of my life. 

With the spliff in her mouth Anna pulled the black bikini top over her head and tied it behind her back. She looked at me and smiled, then blew me a kiss. 

"Bye bye, Sam. Maybe see you around?" Without waiting for an answer she blew out some smoke and walked off. 

I hoped I would.



Fifty Cent Piece Ch. 03



This is the second chapter in the 'Fifty Cent Piece' short series. I hope you enjoy it. Constructive feedback is always appreciated. All rights reserved, © Northern_One, 2012.

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After Anna left me I drifted into a contented, post-coital sleep. I woke up a couple of hours later and the sun had gone down, the open door of my van allowing a cool breeze across my still naked body. I leaned over to close the door and, shivering slightly, climbed under the duvet to warm up. As I lay there I played over in my mind the events of the afternoon and of the night before. Anna had blown my mind. I'd got off with girls I didn't know well and had a few one night stands in the past but none of those compared to the 24 hours or so since I met Anna. I'd never met a girl so beautiful so forward. In the time we'd spent together we'd probably been naked for more than half. How could someone be so damn horny yet so easy to get on with too? She didn't come across as slutty either, I didn't get the feeling she often behaved the way she had but I couldn't be sure. Something in the back of my mind told me to be wary but a lot more in the front of my mind and between my legs told me to make the very most of the amazing opportunity I'd been presented with. Whatever happened she'd done wonders for my ego.

Even thinking about what we'd done a few hours before was highly arousing and I soon found my hand stroking my rapidly-hardening cock. I conjured up mental images of Anna's spectacular body, the feel of her skin under my hands, her firm tits and ripe bottom, the taste of her pussy and the feel of it tight around my cock. I thought back to my first encounter with her in the shower, imagining the exquisite sensation of her expert hand around my throbbing cock, gripping me tight, wanking me off. I grunted as I came, thick ropes of spunk coating my chest and stomach and instantly I fell back into a deep sleep.

I slept through until 5.30 the next morning, a time normally completely alien to me. I felt groggy, having slept so long and opened the door to let in some fresh air. Dawn was just breaking and it looked like being another sunny day, only a few long, wispy clouds in the pale blue sky. There wasn't a breath of wind, the storm of a couple of days before having moved way out to sea, taking any opportunities for some more sailing with it. Pulling on my shorts and t-shirt I climbed out of the van and stood, yawning and stretching, feeling pretty good about the world as I looked towards the beach, the sound of the waves a constant presence. As I strolled to the wash block to relieve myself and brush my teeth I saw that Anna and her friends' campervan was still there. Grinning to myself as a memory of the day before came to mind I walked down to the beach, enjoying the solitude that being up early affords and strolled along the sand, the waves lapping around my ankles. I could see some seals on the rocks at one end of the beach and I slowly walked towards them, keen not to spook them. I watched them slowly lumbering around on the sand, so ungainly compared to when in the water. The big, gnarled males made it fully apparent if I strayed too close. I knew to keep my distance though and was happy to admire them from far enough away so as not to bother the protective males.

It occurred to me then that until yesterday afternoon Anna had had her own protective male. I didn't suppose he would come back having been given short shrift by Anna but I rather hoped not. With any luck today would bring as pleasant a surprise as the last couple of days had. A momentary pang of guilt flashed across my mind as I thought about my own relationship with Amelia. We hadn't formally split up, after all, and I'd slept with another girl. I reassured myself that we were, to all intents and purposes, no longer an item and told myself to make the most of what I had.

The sun was properly up now and with the lack of wind it was already pleasantly warm. The waves were much smaller than they had been and the water looked inviting. I looked up and down the deserted beach and slipped out of my t shirt and shorts and jogged into the surf.

I hadn't been in without a wetsuit before and the temperature of the water took my breath away at first. Even in the height of summer the South Island was never going to rival the tropics. I soon got used to it though and spent a few minutes swimming and floating, enjoying the freedom of being naked in the water.

There was still no one around when I came back to my clothes and I walked back up the beach naked, hoping no one did appear but not really caring if anyone did. I was enjoying the feeling of being naked out in the open and, if the truth be told, meeting Anna had sent my hormones crazy and I was in a state of near-permanent horniness. Even as I walked along the sand I couldn't resist giving myself a little stroke as I thought about what might happen later. As I approached the camp ground, now dry, I put my shorts on more to protect other people's modesty than out of any great desire to be dressed but I did reason that being faced with a semi-erect penis might not be everyone's idea of a pleasant sight this early in the day.

I was hungry. I hadn't eaten since the previous lunchtime and had expended quite a lot of energy the day before, what with the windsurfing and the fucking, so I drove to the village store to buy some provisions.

The shop was just opening up when I arrived and I spent a few minutes chatting with the guy who was working there. We exchanged pleasantries and chatted about the weather. I told him I was a windsurfer and we agreed there wasn't much hope of anything along those lines for the moment so I asked if he knew of any good mountain biking trails in the area. As luck would have it his brother ran a bike-hire shop only a few kilometres away inland and he said he'd phone ahead to ask his brother to mark out some trails on a map. As we were chatting I noticed a story in the paper about a robbery at a backpackers' hostel. The last time I'd bought a New Zealand newspaper the crime reports column featured an incident in which a bottle was broken outside a bar and another where a backpacker's bobble hat had stolen. I loved the place.

I bought enough for a good breakfast as well as lunch and dinner that day, ensured there were a couple of fifties in my change, said cheerio to the shop assistant and set off back to camp along the now-familiar road. Knowing there was a place to hire bikes nearby made me wonder if Anna might like a day out with me. It was a beautiful day, I had my own bike and we could hire her one and set off into the forest. I had no idea what her plans were, of course, but the events of the last couple of days gave me hope that she was up for some more fun. Her figure certainly suggested she was fit enough to handle a gentle ride. Or a less gentle one, come to that.

Smiling at my own joke I pulled into the campground and parked in the spot I'd been using. I had breakfast cooking within minutes and had polished off my bacon and eggs before the kettle had even boiled. Feeling much more human after a couple of mugs of tea I unshackled my bike from the rack on the back of the van and gave it a quick once over to check the wind hadn't inflicted any damage. I was a vaguely serious cyclist once upon a time and had even done some courier work after university before a knuckle-dragging white van man decided I was fair game and knocked me off. I wasn't badly hurt but my bike was a write-off and I'd decided my life wasn't worth risking for a few quid a week so it was a short-lived career. Incidentally, his career was similarly curtailed thanks to a CCTV camera: the only time I've ever not minded Britain's status as the most surveilled country in the world. The last remnant of the insurance pay-out and compensation from that incident sat before me, my pride and joy in carbon fibre and aluminium.

Satisfied my baby had weathered the storm I thought about my next move. A few other people were up and about now but I hadn't seen any signs of life from Anna's campervan. I hadn't even seen the friends she was travelling with, never mind spoken to them so I was a bit reluctant to get them out of bed on the off chance their friend might fancy a bike ride. It was still early so I picked up my book and waited for the world to catch up.

I didn't have to wait long. Anna appeared in front of me just as she had the day before, blocking the sun as I lounged in my deckchair.

"Hello," she chirped with her Scandinavian lilt. "Good sleep?"

"Very," I replied. "You wore me out." I stood up to greet the Norwegian blonde that had suddenly entered my life with such vigour. I bent my head to kiss her and she responded with an eager tongue. One hand held the back of my head, the other slipped between us, cupping me. My cock responded instantly and poked outwards comically as Anna stepped back.

"Yesterday was fun, Sam. You made me sleep well too. I had nice dreams." As Anna spoke she rubbed her hands over her body, squashing her tits together and running her hands down between her legs. My cock twitched at the thought of what she might have in store for me today.

I wasn't surprised when Anna rifled through my storebox to find herself some breakfast -- I was becoming used to her free and easy way with my things - and I lit the stove to boil some water in anticipation of her asking for coffee. I'd probably have been less tolerant of her helping herself if she hadn't been quite so sexy but she was and my erection governed my brain far more than any faint thoughts about inappropriate behaviour did.

I handed Anna a coffee and she sat in my deckchair and ate a banana, winking at me as she slid the fruit between her lips. The temptation to pull down my shorts and demand she replaced the banana with my cock was strong but I managed to retain an element of gentlemanly conduct and instead asked her if she had made plans for the day and what her friends were up to. She told me they were going wine tasting so she was mine for the taking and when I suggested a day in the saddle she agreed.

"I don't have any cycling clothes with me Sam, will I do like this?" she asked, her arms outstretched.

Anna was wearing the same black bikini top she'd had on the day before and some cut off denim shorts. She might not have cut it in the Tour de France but I wasn't complaining. Her full breasts were barely contained by the flimsy top and her shapely bottom was accentuated by the tight shorts. I was already looking forward to watching her long, tanned legs as they pedalled with the sun glinting off her ankle bracelet.

"You look good to me," I told her. This was an understatement to say the least. "Don't worry, we won't be tackling anything too difficult but I'll put on my cycling stuff -- one of us has to look like we know what we're doing," I laughed.

I fished around in my holdall for my cycling shorts and my old club jersey. I stood in front of Anna as I changed, my morning's skinny-dip having given me a taste for some naturism. I pulled off the t shirt and slid my shorts down, my semi-erect cock bouncing around as I did so. Anna wolf-whistled and made a grab for me. I jumped back, out of her reach, pulling my shorts up as I did.

"Uh uh," I laughed, "I'm not that easy. I need to save my energy for the bike ride."

Anna hesitated, weighing up how serious I was. "Come on Sam," she said pouting sultrily, "don't you like me playing with him?"

I laughed out loud at the very thought of me not liking it. "Of course I do but I want to get out on my bike. Plenty of time for fun later."

Anna's bottom lip shot out in disappointment. I knew she was used to having what she wanted and despite the fact I'd have loved to have some fun there and then I wanted her to know she couldn't have it all her own way.

"You're mean Sam," she sulked.

"Bullshit," I laughed, "I'm saving myself."

Anna frowned again and turned away. A sudden wave of panic shot through me. I prayed I hadn't messed this up. I felt ridiculous standing there in a pair of cycling shorts, my erection bulging out of the front, a stunning girl annoyed with me because I wouldn't fuck her. I wondered how to defuse the situation. Perhaps I'd misread Anna and she wasn't as cool and laid back as I'd thought. She turned to me, her face still displaying a slight look of anger.

"I'm going to change my shoes," she said. Her voice had a sulky teenager's tone. I breathed a sigh of relief. I'd obviously pissed her off but apparently not enough to completely blow it.

A few minutes later I'd made a packed lunch for us both and reattached my bike to the rack. I saw her old blue campervan drive off, out of the campground. I couldn't see inside and it crossed my mind that perhaps she'd had enough of me and gone with them but a moment later Anna appeared, having put on some trainers. She gave me a smile but I sensed I had some work to do. She climbed into the passenger seat and waited for me to join her.

As we drove inland towards the bike hire shop there was still some tension in the air. I'd imagined Anna being quite frisky on the journey, flirting and teasing but there was little of that on display. She sat primly in the passenger seat, her hands clasped together in her lap. Aside from her attire she couldn't have been more different to the sexy, flirty girl I'd known so far. I tried to make sense of what was going on. She couldn't be that annoyed I'd not submitted to her demands as she was here with me but not for the first time her behaviour had given me plenty to ponder. For a second I pictured Amelia in her place. The tense atmosphere was certainly familiar anyway but its cause was definitely something new. As Anna looked out of the window at the scenery I looked at her tits. I just hoped I'd still have the chance to do more than look.

The drive didn't take long and we were soon set up with a bike for Anna and a map of easy trails through the forest which the guy in the shop had ready for us. I guessed not every customer had quite such a hands-on service when it came to adjusting the bike to fit but I couldn't blame him and Anna had started playing up to it in her innocent yet flirty way. He could barely take his eyes off her tits and Anna was taking the opportunity to show them off as much as she could whilst somehow retaining the playful manner that made her all the more alluring. Having made extra sure the saddle was comfortable we waved him goodbye and left him to deal with the consequences of touching up a giggling Scandinavian sex bomb.

The attention she'd received from the bike-hire guy had restored Anna's mood and she was all smiles as we set off into the forest at a leisurely pace. I wondered if she was actually slightly insecure and needed attention and flattery to reassure herself that she was pretty, as ridiculous as it seemed. Of course, she might simply be the raving nympho that she'd shown she could also be. I told myself to stop worrying about it so much and enjoy the holiday fling we were having, or whatever it was.

We were riding along a gravel and stone track, pine trees on either side, shorter by the track but becoming taller further into the forest. We'd chosen the easiest trail, an 18 kilometre loop on the edge of the forest. The ride was very easy, the sun was warm without being too hot for cycling and there was a gentle breeze. More challenging trails led off into the forest and up into the hills further inland but I was perfectly content meandering along, admiring my fellow rider. Despite the helmet the bike hire guy had insisted on Anna looked as stunning as ever. Her hair was back in a short ponytail and with her big sunglasses on only her mouth was really visible. Her mood having improved, her sexy smile was back and her lips glistened as she moistened them with her tongue. The bikini top really wasn't supportive enough for cycling and even though the bumps on the track were small her fabulous breasts were bouncing delightfully. Cycling next to her was such a visual treat, I barely noticed the beautiful surroundings.

Although the atmosphere had thawed Anna wasn't saying much but I wasn't either. It wasn't an awkward silence, we both were happy to coast along but her flirting at the bike shop had tickled me and I was wondering about her motives. I hardly knew anything about Anna, our relationship thus far having been almost entirely sex-based but I was intrigued. I had no idea what might happen next. Might this thing between us have legs or was it literally a holiday romance? Anna had gone from being in relationship with a long-term boyfriend one day to spending most of her time with me. What was it that she wanted? Attention? Reassurance? Sex? For all I knew she had done the same wherever she went. Unpleasant thoughts associated with unprotected sex flashed into my mind but I decided to ignore them. I looked at her, the picture of health and reassured myself. Still, I was curious and decided to probe her a bit.

"I think the guy back at the bike shop liked you," I said.

She looked at me and gave me that mischievous grin. "Yeah, he was cute. Did you see him feeling my bum?"

"I could hardly miss it," I laughed. "Are you always like this?"

"Like what, Sam?"

"You know," I hesitated. She'd immediately put me on the back foot. "Flirty? Sexy?" I said, suddenly less sure this was a good idea.

She skidded to a halt and took off her sunglasses, looking right at me. She had an amazing poker face, I couldn't read her at all. That sense of mild panic rose inside me again. Had I really blown it this time?

"What makes you say I'm flirty?" she asked. As she spoke she whipped her bikini top up, and jiggled her magnificent tits at me, bursting into fits of laughter. She started playing with them, squeezing them together, rubbing her nipples.

"Do you like my tits, Sam?" she asked, coyly.

I was temporarily mesmerised. Her hands squeezed her perfect breasts, her fingers pulled at her nipples. My investigations into her background would have to wait.

"I fucking love them Anna." I got off my bike and stepped towards her. I held her firm right breast in my hand and we kissed. Her tongue wriggled its way into my mouth and we stood in the middle of the track, my hands all over her perfect tits, kissing passionately. Her spell was casting its magic on me once more and my instantly erect cock was doing my thinking for me.

I kissed my way down her neck and onto her breasts. Still holding and squeezing them I licked her hard nipples, my teeth grazing them, then greedily sucked. Anna gasped as I nibbled and she pulled me closer to her chest, encouraging me to suck and squeeze. Her other hand went straight down the front of my cycling shorts, finding my cock already hard. I whimpered as she gripped me and began to rub.

"Am I allowed to play now then?" she asked.

I did my best to reply, my mouth full of sumptuous breast.

"God yes."

I tore myself away from her tits and we kissed again as she pulled my shorts down further, giving herself better access. She started wanking me hard and fast and I groaned as the sensations shot round my groin. Anna was still astride her bike and was still wearing her helmet. I'd have happily let her finish me off right there in the middle of the track but my knees were already getting weak and I wanted to sit down. I gestured toward the trees and Anna nodded. Her hand never left my throbbing shaft as she swung her leg off the bike and we stumbled our way into the forest.

A few metres in there was a gap where a tree had fallen and, taking her hand, I moved us towards it. Half sitting, half leaning against the fallen tree I took Anna's face in my hands and kissed her again. I unclipped her helmet and it fell to the floor as she pulled my top over my head, her hands running over my body before her right hand went back to work on my aching cock. Anna gave me that mischievous grin and sank to her knees, my glistening head now right in front of her face. She looked up at me and licked my shaft from top to bottom, her eyes glinting as she did, her hands on her own nipples. I shuddered at the feel of her tongue on the sensitive tip and my erection bounced of its own accord in time with my rapidly beating heart. She licked the full length again then took me into her mouth, her hands rubbing up and down my thighs and onto my bum. She began sucking hard and fast, taking me deep into her mouth. One hand rubbed my tightening balls and her other hand slipped between my legs and she began to gently rub my arsehole. I was in complete ecstasy, the feeling was almost unbearable it was so intense. I felt my orgasm begin to build as Anna's amazing mouth slid up and down me, her tongue pressing hard against the underside of my cock as she sucked, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked me. I didn't think I'd ever been so hard in my life and all I could do was hold onto the tree trunk as the climax built and built.




Fifty Cent Piece Ch. 03



"Fuck Anna, that's so good," I panted, my breathing becoming more and more ragged. "Can I come?"

Although Anna's mouth was otherwise engaged her eyes smiled at me and I let myself go. I began to come, my spunk shot into her hot mouth, each spurt accompanied by a grunt from me. It was as if a tap had been turned, releasing all the pent up pleasure, my entire groin felt like it was on fire. Anna continued to suck as I came, swallowing as much as she could but even her talents were unable to cope with the volume, some of my come leaking down her chin.

My orgasm finally faded and I slumped back, completely spent. Anna was still on her knees on the carpet of pine needles, a huge smile across her face.

"That was incredible," I said weakly.

"Mmm, you taste good. There was so much!" she laughed. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand and looked down at her tits to see where else it had ended up.

She looked at my softening manhood, some sperm still oozing from the tip. She gently took me into her mouth and sucked me clean. I spasmed at the touch but even post-orgasm her mouth felt so welcoming. "Your cock is so nice Sam," she said, kissing the tip.

"Thanks," was all I could manage.





Fifty Cent Piece Ch. 03



Sara's rump was wiggling at me and I took it as an invitation to join in. I knelt behind her and rubbed the end of my erection against her wide open pussy lips, rubbing it across her swollen clit. Sara moaned as she felt me nudging my way into her and as the head of my cock slipped into her hot cunt she thrust her hips back towards me, encouraging me to fuck her. I slid in easily, until my abdomen was against her bum then I held her hips and began to drive into her, hard and fast as she licked and fingered Anna for all she was worth. The three of us were now grunting and moaning, me thrusting into Sara, Sara licking Anna. Sara's cunt gripped my cock as she squeezed her vaginal muscles and my balls slapped against her pussy with each deep thrust. Part of me drifted away, almost like an out of body experience. I could see myself in this incredible scene, it seemed unreal.

Anna was panting and gasping as her orgasm built, her thighs clamped around Sara's ears and as she finally came her body lifted off the sand, only her head and heels still in contact with the ground. She screamed something incomprehensible and crushed her tits against her ribcage, her hips rising and falling as the waves of her climax flooded throughout her. All the while Sara continued licking and thrusting her own body back towards me, trying to devour more and more of my cock as I did my best to maintain my own rhythm.

As Anna's orgasm faded and her body calmed down Sara looked round at me, her face slick with Anna's juices. Her eyes had a wanton, lustful look, encouraging me to fuck her harder and deeper. She felt incredible: hot, wet, tight around my cock.

"Your cock feels amazing."

Mmm, so do you," I responded, leaning forward to grope her tit with one hand then rubbing her clitoris with the other.

Sara's eyes rolled back and she turned away again, lost in the sensations. Anna, meanwhile had come back to earth and had wriggled her way out from under Sara and was kneeling beside us, watching our performance as she regained her composure.

"You'd better not be thinking about coming," she said to me sternly. "I want some of that too."

I took her warning seriously and eased my pace whilst continuing to rub Sara's clit. Even in a scenario as bizarre as this I didn't quite know how to handle Anna. She began to rub Sara's round bum and leaned over to kiss me, her hands moving over Sara and onto me, across my chest, pinching my nipples hard. Sara was beginning to push back harder and faster, demanding I fucked her deeper and I adjusted my angle so my cock pushed upwards more, bumping against her g-spot. This obviously had the desired effect because, combined with my fingers on her hard button, she began to shake, jiggling her pelvis up and down. Deep, guttural grunts came from her mouth, followed by what I could only guess were sexual obscenities in Danish. Suddenly she shrieked and rammed her bum back against me. I rubbed her clitoris harder and harder and slammed into her as deeply as I could. Another orgasm welled up inside her and she yelped with each of my thrusts, waves of ecstasy tearing through her body. Her pussy clamped even tighter around me and I was very close to my own climax but somehow held it at bay as Sara's jiggling and bucking slowed as her orgasm ebbed away.

Anna grinned at me. "Good boy," she said.

She knelt down beside us as I slowly pulled out of Sara. As each centimetre eased out of her she shuddered and gently moaned, the last remnants of her climax just apparent. Once I was completely out, Sara's cunt looked astonishing, a deep pink, slick with moisture, her labia wide open, her vagina still spasming. My cock was throbbing, I was desperate to come myself. Anna looked greedily at my erection, covered in Sara's essence. She licked her lips.

"Mmm, look at that," she growled. "I want that." She leaned down and took me into her mouth, looking up at me as she did. Her lips closed around me, her tongue wriggling like an electric eel against me, my cock almost completely enveloped. I groaned and prayed she'd go easy on me. She slowly pulled her head back, gently sliding my cock out of her mouth.

"Yummy!" She knelt beside Sara who was still in the same position, breathing deeply, and pointed her own rump at me, rubbing her lips, smearing her moisture all around.

"My turn now."

I shuffled over and set my tip against Anna's pussy. She looked across to Anna and they kissed, just as I slid inside. Anna gasped and bit her lip as I slipped straight in, all the way to the hilt, holding myself inside for a few moments. She felt so tight around me, as if her pussy had been made just for my cock. Sara sat up, kneeling beside me and rubbed Anna's bum as I began to fuck her Norwegian friend. I started slowly, easing myself in and out but the feeling was so good I had to increase my speed. Within a few seconds I was pounding her, our flesh slapping together with each stroke, grunts and squeaks emanating from both our mouths. I leant forward to stimulate her clit as I had with Sara and immediately Anna began to buck and heave. I fucked her fast and deep, as hard as I could. Her pussy gripped me like a vice, the pleasure otherworldly. I could feel my own orgasm rising but I was determined to hold off until I'd satisfied Anna. I gritted my teeth and drove into her, my hand a blur on her clit.

"Fuck, yes Sam, yes," Anna shouted, "Yes baby, I'm coming, I'm, coming."

Her body shook violently as her climax ripped through her. Her cunt convulsed around me as I maintained my rhythm, now so close to my own release. Squeals and yelps were replaced by Norwegian until finally she pulled my hand away from her clitoris, suddenly too sensitive to touch. I was still screwing her as if my life depended on it when Sara called out.

"Me again, I want more!" she laughed, wiggling her bum in the air once more.

I could barely believe Sara could handle more; she was insatiable, but this was too good to be true, the chance to fuck two girls, alternating between them. If I wasn't careful I was going to tick everything off my fantasy list in one afternoon. I knew I couldn't last much longer but I couldn't miss this opportunity. I slid out of Anna's perfect pussy and moved over to Sara. Her cunt was sopping wet and so open. As soon as my cock pressed at her entrance I slid right in and immediately resumed my rhythm. Almost as soon as I was up to speed Anna was demanding more, her own arse waving in the air. After a few more thrusts I pulled out and went back to Anna, then fucked her hard and deep again. I alternated like this for a few minutes, each girl demanding my cock after a few seconds, the wiggling of their round bottoms signalling their plea for more. Anna and Sara were holding hands, their fingers interlocked as they exchanged smiles and giggles, kisses, and looks of lust at the sensations within them. Both girls were so wet I could easily slip inside and I must have swapped over five or six times, my brain unable to compute exactly what was happening, my sexual instincts in complete control.

I was grunting with each thrust of my hips, sweat dripping off me, my breathing ragged. I was inside Anna, now on the very edge of my orgasm.

"Can I come?" I begged.

Anna looked round at me. "Yes, baby. Give it to Sara," she said.

Sara looked at me and grinned, "I want your sperm Sam."

I was beyond trying to reply and simply slipped my throbbing cock from Anna's cunt and into Sara's. After two thrusts my orgasm welled up and as I continued to pound her swollen pussy I finally felt the tension release as I ejaculated deep inside her, jet after jet after jet of spunk blissfully leaving my body. A huge groan poured from my throat as my balls emptied inside Sara, great breakers of ecstasy rolling through my groin, up my body and down my legs. I slumped onto her back, barely able to hold my own weight, then rolled off her and onto my back, utterly spent.





Fifty Cent Piece Ch. 04



This is the fourth chapter in the 'Fifty Cent Piece' series. Apologies for the delay -- I wanted to make the story flow well and I hope you enjoy it. Do let me know your thoughts as constructive feedback is always appreciated. All rights reserved, © Northern_One, 2013. 





Fifty Cent Piece Ch. 04



We both twitched and spasmed as we came down from our ecstatic highs, gently stimulating ourselves in the way we knew would eke out the final traces of pleasure from our own bodies. We grinned at one another, aware of the deeply personal nature of what we'd just to done to ourselves but loving the intimacy. 

I collapsed on the bench seat and my breathing began to slow. Anna's head was tilted back, her eyes closed, her breathing still ragged. I wiped my hand clean with a wet wipe and offered the packet to Anna. Her legs were still wide open, our combined fluids all over her body. She looked like the aftermath of a porn film. It should have been the most erotic sight but for some reason my post-orgasm come down kicked in rapidly and the nagging fear about what I'd got myself into seeped into my consciousness. Yet again my mind tried in vain to comprehend how I'd ended up in this situation. What was Anna's game? I pulled up my shorts and opened the door to let some more air into the stifling cabin. Anna took the wipes and began to mop herself dry. 

"That was naughty, Sam," she said, coquettishly. "Look at the mess you made. I'm all sticky now." 

I mumbled some words of apology and climbed out, suddenly uncomfortable. I leaned against the side of the van and took some deep breaths. I heard the passenger door slam.

"Sam, what's the matter?" Anna was beside me, a concerned look on her face. She'd covered herself up but some wet patches showed through the t shirt. 

"God, I dunno Anna," I sighed. "I'm sorry. I just lost it for a minute there. I suppose I'm not really used to this sort of thing happening."

"What, wanking?" she giggled. 

"I'm serious, Anna, you have to admit it's all been pretty mental. I mean I'm not used to beautiful girls picking me up and fucking me senseless when I don't know the first thing about them."

She looked hurt. Or maybe she was a good actress. "And you think I am used to it?" she asked.

"Anna, I have no idea. This has all just been a blur to me. We only met, what, three days ago? I feel like we've hardly had a proper conversation but we've fucked about twenty times."

"Jesus, Sam, most guys would be pleased a girl isn't firing questions at them all the time. I thought we were having fun."

I gave a snorting laugh at the insanity of the state of affairs. "We are, Anna. It's incredible. You're incredible, but I suppose I'm just a bit lost... Confused... It's like being on a rollercoaster. God, I dunno..." I trailed off, not even sure what I was talking about.

Anna took my hand and sidled up to me. She looked up, into my eyes. She really was beautiful. She wasn't just pretty, or sexy, or horny, there was something about her mysterious nature that went beyond that. Maybe her enigmatic way of being was what made her so beguiling. She smiled sweetly and raised herself on her tiptoes to give me a peck on the cheek. I felt my unease begin to dissipate. 

"Don't worry, baby," she cooed. "I'm not a psycho killer, if that's what you're worried about. I just think you're cute, that's all." On tiptoes once more, she leaned into my ear and whispered, "And you've got the most beautiful cock I've ever seen." I think I blushed. Anna grinned again and let go of my hand. She looked at my watch and held it to her ear. "Hey, you were right, it's working!"





Fifty Cent Piece Ch. 04



I was telling the truth. She could cause quite a stir looking like that. I guessed the only reason the clientele hadn't been more obvious in their appreciation of her looks was down to their age and incapacitation through drink. "So how did you..."

She cut me off before I had a chance to finish my question. "I don't know if I should tell you, you seem grumpy today." She was pouting, teasing me. Her eyes were glinting, I was starting to recognise that look and I knew what it meant.

I leaned in closer. "Tell me," I said. "What did you do? You didn't steal them did you?"

Anna shifted on her stool, her skirt rode up her thighs as she did. Her knees were slightly apart, my knee between them. "No! I'm not a thief!" she squealed, giggling as she did.

"What then?" I asked. I knew something must have happened from that mischievous look.

"Well," she said, drawing out the syllables, knowingly prolonging the wait. "Like I said, I have my ways."

"Come on Anna," I said, "what's that supposed to mean?"

"Like I said earlier, I know I'm pretty and sometimes it helps me."

"OK, so someone in the shop gave you some clothes because you're pretty?" I wasn't convinced. 

Anna giggled again. "OK, maybe not just cos I'm pretty," she said, then took a sip of her drink, holding my gaze as she did. My mind was racing, what did she mean? I thought back to the guy in the bike shop and how she'd teased and flirted with him. Was this how she got what she wanted, by using her feminine charms on poor, defenceless, hormone-ridden men? It occurred to me she'd pretty much played me the same way. I was intrigued, to say the least, if not a bit wary of what I might be about to hear. She ran her hand up my leg towards my crotch. The tingles strengthened. I looked around nervously but no one seemed to be looking at us.

"So, what then?"

"There was a guy in the shop. He seemed to like me." 

"I'm sure he did. Like the guy in the bike shop?"

Anna's eyes sparkled in the bright, unforgiving light. "Yeah, like him." Her hand was slowly moving up and down my thigh now. I looked down, her skirt was barely covering her groin. I touched her knee, stroking gently. "Well, he was on his own in the shop," she said breathily. "I'd found a couple of things I liked so I asked him if he could give me a second opinion".

My cock jumped in response as her hand fluttered over my crotch. "What does that mean?" I asked.

Anna smiled and said, "I asked him to tell me which he liked best. I called him into the changing room and tried both outfits on."

We both knew she hadn't been wearing underwear so it was obvious the guy in the shop had been given a real treat. Part of me was appalled that a girl I was involved with could behave so brazenly but part of me was loving the fact that Anna really was a wanton slut, after all.

"I bet he liked that didn't he?" I was getting seriously aroused now, my erection straining my shorts, governing the rational side of my brain that was telling me this couldn't possibly be a good sign. "Did you just strip in front of him?"

Anna shuffled on her stool again and allowed her knees to part further. I could see up her skirt now. Her soft, tanned thighs opened, revealing her almost bare pussy to me. I could see the faintest traces of moisture glistening on her labia. I had to use all my self-control to stop my hand from pushing between her legs and delving into her sweet cunt. "I let him see my tits first, then slipped out of the skirt so he could see my pussy," she told me as her hand settled on my now fully erect cock, her thumb and forefinger squeezing me. 

"You little slut," I breathed, staring at her naked vulva. This seemed to be the reaction Anna was hoping for. She moaned quietly and licked her lips. "So what happened next?" I asked.

"I tried the other outfit on."

"And which did he prefer?"

"He said he'd have to see the first one again. So I had to undress again. But I don't think he was really paying much attention to the clothes by then."

"So you were naked again?" 

Anna nodded, her eyes glassy with lust.

"I told him I liked one of the outfits and asked if I could do anything to help him. You know, like a deal?"

I could scarcely believe what I was hearing. It sounded like Anna had basically offered herself to this guy in exchange for some clothes. My cock pulsed under her hand. "Go on," I encouraged.

"Remember how I helped you out in the shower?" she asked. Of course I remembered. I wasn't likely to forget it in a hurry. "Well I kind of did that again." 

"You wanked him off?" I asked, "in exchange for clothes?" I was genuinely horrified but incredibly turned on by the taboo nature of what she'd done.

Anna nodded and grinned. "He wasn't as big as you though," she said, holding me through my shorts.

I couldn't stand it any longer. If Anna really was the little slut she was making herself out to be then I had to stop being awed by her mere presence and do something about it. I grabbed her hand and hauled her to her feet. People in the bar were looking at us. In truth I'd completely forgotten there was anyone else in the place. I made for the door and pushed past a couple of people, almost dragging Anna behind me. As soon as we were outside I pinned her to the wall and kissed her deeply, forcing my tongue into her mouth. One hand still held her wrist, the other I shoved between her legs and up the little skirt she'd been allowed to exchange for a sexual act. Her pussy was dripping wet and my first two fingers slid inside her easily. Anna gasped and for a moment looked almost scared, as if she'd finally bitten off more than she could chew, then, as my fingers pumped in and out of her, she grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me closer, biting my lip as we kissed with an animal intensity neither of us had revealed until now.

By some miracle there was no one around outside the pub but as horny as I was, I wasn't going to fuck Anna in the street in broad daylight. I looked around and saw an alleyway and pulled Anna towards it. 

Once hidden from view behind an industrial rubbish bin I roughly pushed Anna against the wall. Again, a look of apprehension flashed across her face but this was replaced by a look of such wanton lust as soon as my hand was between her legs. We kissed again, mashing our lips and mouths together, teeth clashing. My free hand mauled at her tits through the halter top as she fumbled with my zip, frantically trying to free my throbbing cock.

"You dirty little whore," I hissed, as her wonderful hand closed around my erection. "Is that what you do? Do you sell yourself like a cheap slut?"

Anna groaned in pleasure as I crudely thrust my fingers inside her, the heel of my hand banging hard against her swollen clitoris. Her grip on me tightened and she pumped her hand up and down me. "Mmmm, I am a little slut, Sam," she murmered, "fuck my slutty little cunt." Anna lifted her leg and wrapped it round my back, encouraging me to penetrate her.

I was desperate to be inside her, to feel her molten core tight around me but I wasn't going to let her have it her way as usual. I pushed her leg away and forced her round to face the wall. "You horny little bitch," I told her through gritted teeth. "Bend over," I ordered. "Show me your cunt."

Anna whimpered as I spoke, clearly loving being finally dominated by me. She bent at the waist, supporting herself against the wall with one hand, her other hand opening her lips, revealing her inner pinkness to me again. I flipped her skirt up around her waist and took in the fabulous sight of her round bum and beneath it, her sopping wet pussy, eagerly anticipating what was about to invade it. I slid my hands up and down her thighs, pushing her legs further apart. The little heel of her shoes gave her shapely legs an even greater definition and there, glinting in the sunlight, was the ankle bracelet. 

Holding her hips firmly I pushed the tip of my pulsating penis against her opening then, with one powerful thrust, I forced my way into her depths. Anna cried out, clearly not expecting me to be quite so rough but I didn't stop. She needed to be taught that dirty little girls get what they deserve.

I fucked her hard and fast, my cock easily slipping in and out and as she adjusted to the suddenness of my actions, she began to push back against me, sucking me inside her, deeper and deeper. With each savage thrust my hips slapped against her rump and my balls swung against her clitoris. Anna squealed and yelped every time I my pelvis hit her, my cock as deep as it could go. Neither of us even considered the thought of any passers-by catching us in the act. All I cared about was fucking this Scandinavian bombshell like the little trollop she really was.

Despite the fact that I'd come about ten times in the last couple of days there was no way I was going to last long. It was as though the red mist had descended, all I cared about was filling Anna with my spunk, I didn't care whether she enjoyed herself at all. She obviously was enjoying herself, however, and the now familiar string of Norwegian obscenities filled the alleyway, accompanied by my own grunts and the lewd slapping noise of flesh on flesh.

"You dirty little bitch," I grunted again, "you like getting fucked like a whore don't you?"

Anna turned to look at me, her eyes half closed, her mouth wide open as she gasped for air. "Fuck me Sam, fuck my little cunt," she said again. "I'm such a dirty girl, please fuck me."

I was getting close and her loving being treated badly only heightened my pleasure. I licked my thumb and pressed it against her little puckered arsehole. As soon as I touched her Anna went ballistic. She began to shudder and tremble and as I pushed my thumb inside her she shrieked as a huge orgasm pulsed through her. Each drive of my hips banged her head against the wall but she was completely oblivious, conscious only of the waves of ecstasy that were breaking throughout her body, my hard shaft filling her tight pussy and my thumb now deep inside her forbidden hole.

"Yes Sam, yes," she yelped, her orgasm still surging through her body. "Fuck, yes it's so good."

I continued to pound her from behind, sweat now dripping from my forehead. As her orgasm dripped away mine built and, still deep inside her, I grabbed her hair and pulled her up so she was standing. My hands squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples hard. I slipped out of her and spun her round by her shoulders until she faced me again. I lifted her leg up and entered her again, my hand under her leg for support. I fucked her hard and fast, her hand around my neck as I stared into her eyes. Her bare back was against the concrete wall and it must have hurt her but she didn't seem to notice, her face was utterly concentrated on the pleasure emanating from her intensely aroused body. 

My orgasm was close. I pinched her nipple hard and gripped her tit in my hand, my fingertips digging into the soft flesh. My other hand went to her throat and as I thrust, nearing my goal, I squeezed, tighter and tighter, tighter than I'd ever dared before with a girl. Anna's eyes widened as she struggled to breathe but she made no attempt to stop me and as I reached my climax her heel dug into my back and her hands clawed at me, trying to bring me closer and closer, deeper inside her. 

I finally came, great spasms of pleasure shooting from my groin. My semen shot deep inside her and as I thrust into her cunt and squeezed her throat Anna emitted a strangled groan of her own as she came once more, her face red, her eyes watering.

As I came back to earth I let go of her and stood back, suddenly concerned I'd hurt her. I was breathing hard from the exertions but Anna was gasping for air, sucking lungfuls into her oxygen-starved body. She slumped back against the wall, her face still red, then squatted down, holding the big metal bin for support. Even now, her breathing ragged, her eyes bloodshot she somehow looked beautiful. She squatted with her legs still splayed, her red pussy wide open, my sperm dripping from her onto the dirty floor of the alley.

"Are you OK?" I asked, fastening my shorts.

Anna looked up at me and nodded as she gingerly rubbed her throat.

"Sam, that was amazing."

I held out my hand to help Anna to her feet. She was still a little unsteady and she took a few moments to recover. I'd surprised myself by how far I'd pushed her and wanted to make sure she really was OK and not just saying it because she was unsure how I'd react. Her back was grazed from the wall but apart from that she was fine. We stood face to face in the dirty alleyway and I stroked her cheek with my palm, brushing her hair behind her ear.

"I'm going to buy you toothbrush. I'll meet you back at the van," I said, handing her the keys.

Anna smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Sam."

"Why don't you text Sara?" I suggested. "Maybe we could do something tomorrow?"

She grinned coyly and held the hem of her skirt like a little girl. "That sounds like a great idea." She leaned up to kiss me again. "Don't be long," she said, and turned to leave.

I watched her walk across the road. She turned back to give me a wave and then skipped off, out of sight. I walked towards the supermarket down the road.

As well as her toothbrush and some food for that night I'd bought a packet of cigarettes. I hadn't smoked since I'd met Amelia but somehow it seemed like the right thing to do at that moment. I sat on the same bench we'd eaten lunch at and smoked and thought. I felt as though something had changed between us. Within the last half hour I'd finally stopped marvelling at the fact that Anna was interested in me and had, for the first time, taken control of the situation. I'd dominated her, I'd told her what to do, I'd fucked her in an alley and thrilled her with the element of doubt and danger. 

What Anna had told me about what she'd done in the clothes shop had in equal parts horrified and exhilarated me. Up until now I'd been in awe at her overt sexiness: how forward she was, how liberated, how shameless she was in her love of sex, but I couldn't quite believe that a girl as beautiful as she was would happily use her body and her sexuality in such a crude way -- she had, to my mind at least -- sold herself. She could have asked me for the money, she could have stolen the clothes but no, she let the guy in the shop watch her undress then she offered to wank him off. And she'd loved every second of it. I'd never been closer to someone in the sex industry than seeing a stripper at a friend's birthday party and now here I was, with a girl who had swapped a hand job for an outfit. I didn't think less of her for it but I did think differently. A few hours before I'd been pondering where our relationship might head. I was no clearer about that but I did know that wherever it went I wasn't going to be a passenger anymore.



Fifty Cent Piece Ch. 05



This is the fifth chapter in the 'Fifty Cent Piece' series. I hope you enjoy it. Do let me know your thoughts as constructive feedback is always appreciated. All rights reserved, © Northern_One, 2013. 

*

Anna's delicious lips closed around the tip of my erection and she gently sucked, her tongue stimulating the underside of my glans, sending shivers through my body. She took me deeper into her mouth, sliding her lips down my shaft, my cock enclosed in the hot, wet confines. Her head began to bob up and down as she sucked me, settling into a rhythm, the inside of her mouth a palace of pleasure-giving. As she reached the top of her stroke I groaned quietly as her teeth grazed my sensitive tip, her tongue flicking and dancing across it for a few moments before I was engulfed once more by the velvety delights of my Norwegian lover's masterful mouth. I knew I was already leaking, the first signs of Anna's salty reward oozing out from my rock-hard tool. There was no question of Anna pausing, or deciding to finish me off by hand. As soon as the lights in the cinema had gone down her hand had been at my flies, undoing my jeans and slipping into my boxer shorts. I'd been hard already, ever since her performance at the kiosk in the foyer and I knew that before the first reel had finished I'd have unloaded into her greedy mouth.

She was picking up speed now, her mouth working at the sensitive tip, her hands on my tightening balls and up onto my shaft. I was glad the film had a loud soundtrack as it drowned out the sounds of the expert blowjob I was receiving. I looked down at Anna, her blonde hair spread across my lap, and stroked her hair. She paused for a second and looked up at me, eyes smiling as her teeth gently ran across me once more, causing me to gasp. I quickly glanced around the cinema but no one was taking any notice of us. I sighed deeply and smiled back at her. She responded by taking me deep into her mouth and sucking hard. I leant back in my seat and allowed the pleasure to build. 

I came a couple of minutes later, ejaculating spurt after spurt of my cream into Anna's mouth. I couldn't help but grunt with each jet but again, the sound accompanying the action on the screen masked the sound of my orgasm. Anna swallowed my semen and sat up, a cheeky grin on her face as she sucked her diet coke up through a straw. She leant over and kissed me as her hand idly toyed with my softening penis. I could taste my come on her lips and tongue.

*

We'd decided on a matinee showing to escape the rain that had returned that morning. It was nothing like the storm of a few days before, more a grey drizzle, all too familiar to northern Europeans but thankfully, not nearly as cold. It was humid and sticky and pretty uncomfortable outside. The air conditioned cinema had been very inviting. Anna's friends still hadn't returned from their trip to the city so I was still bankrolling her existence. In return for me buying the tickets Anna had used her considerable feminine charms to coax some popcorn and drinks out of the poor teenage lad behind at the sweets kiosk. She'd played the dumb Scandinavian blonde trick to a tee and combined it with a scandalously revealing white shirt of mine, knotted across her belly, unbuttoned to her braless breasts. Anna had made quite sure that the lad, who could only have been 15 or 16, saw exactly what was underneath the white linen material as she leaned forward, asking him to explain to her what the popcorn options were. His eyes had barely left her tits as he desperately stored as much of the image as he could, ready for him to masturbate over, time and time again. A little part of me was jealous, that I'd never encountered a girl like Anna when I was a teenager. On second thoughts, I'd probably have injured myself through excessive recalling of the time the stunning blonde had flashed her tits at me. Whatever, he'd completely forgotten to charge her for the popcorn and drinks and so Anna, in her own way, had paid for something, at least. The whole episode had given me a raging hard on, too, which Anna had kindly taken care of. Whether the way she used her body made her a slut or just a very sexy girl who knew how to get things I'd stopped caring; it turned me on like nothing I'd ever known before and I'd decided to enjoy it and stop worrying.

The credits rolled up the screen and people made their way towards the exits. Since sucking me off Anna had spent most of the film gently caressing my cock and balls and I'd had my hand inside her makeshift blouse, absent-mindedly fondling her breast and nipple. I tucked myself away and Anna made herself a little less indecent and we joined the trickle of customers heading for the outside world. As we passed through the foyer Anna made a point of waving at the young lad who turned bright red and waved self-consciously back. 

"I bet he was straight into the loos after your little show earlier," I whispered.

Anna gave me a playful smile and giggled. "Well I hope he had fun!"

"I'm sure he did. And will do many more times," I laughed.

As we walked I gently squeezed Anna's round bum through the flimsy skirt she'd acquired the day before and she slid her hand first into my back pocket, then further down, pressing against my arsehole. I shuddered at the sensation and squeezed her more firmly, pressing the heel of my hand against her bum, my fingers against her hot pussy. A wave of lust swept through me and, boosted by my recent taste of domineering behaviour, I allowed my lewd thoughts to be aired.

"I think I might fuck your arse later," I said casually. 

Anna turned sharply to look at me. Her mouth was slightly open, revealing her white teeth, her tongue just visible between them. Her eyes sparkled. "Mmm, that sounds good, Sam. I'd like you to do that."

*

I always think the daylight seems brighter than normal when leaving a cinema during the day and even though it was still cloudy and grey it took a few moments for my eyes to become accustomed to the light. Although it's hardly the most deviant of pastimes I think there's something slightly decadent about watching a film during the day, something to do with my British upbringing I suppose, honest, hard-working, not swayed by the exotica of alien cultures and foreign lands. Day time is for working, night time for relaxing -- to a certain degree, of course, and wiling away a couple of hours in front of a movie while the rest of the population went about their work would always have that slightest air of licentiousness. Anna's trickeries the previous day had pricked my interest though and not simply because of the taboo nature of what she'd done. I was starting to find her unconventional approach to her body, to sex, and to the effect she had on people thrilling rather than alarming. I knew it wasn't morally right and that deep down there was something pretty cheap about swapping sex for goods but the risk and the excitement were undeniably arousing and a million miles away from the safe, comfortable life I'd lived for the previous twenty five years of my 0existence. The whole point of my trip was to do something different, to experience more, and Anna was opening my eyes. Maybe I didn't have to be the nice guy and play it safe all the time. And really, what was the problem? Anna was basically making people's days and giving them something to smile about. As long as people weren't getting hurt where was the harm?

Anna had heard from her friends who were on their way back from the city. Having never met them I didn't really know what that meant for Anna and me but at least it meant I was off the hook when it came to paying for everything that Anna couldn't flirt her way around. As we drove back to the camp ground the sun began to break through the clouds and the air seemed to dry out a little. It was still muggy but not unpleasantly so and the breeze from the open windows was very pleasant. I looked at my watch, now safely back on my own wrist, and saw we had a couple of hours of daylight left. I glanced over at Anna who was busy texting as usual, tapping her feet to the banal Euro-pop she loved so much. Beautiful and sexy she was; a connoisseur of music she was not.A text pinged its way through the ether and into Anna's phone. Her face lit up as she read it. She turned to me, her eyes glinting.

"That's from Sara," she chirped, almost bouncing in her seat with excitement. "She wonders if we want to hang out later?" Anna's own pout reminded me of Sara's incredible blowjob lips and how they felt around my cock. I'd had a flawless blowjob only a handful of minutes before but who was I to complain about the chance of another mind blowing experience with the two Scandinavian goddesses. 

"Yeah, why not?" I replied, trying to sound cooler than I was considering what hanging out with Anna and Sara would hopefully lead to.

Anna smirked and said, "I thought you might say that. Just you remember who got their hands on you first, OK?" She shuffled over to me and kissed my cheek, before lightly resting her hand on my upper thigh. I felt more than my ego begin to swell and as the wind blew open the linen of Anna's top, revealing her entire tanned breast to me I couldn't hide my grin.

"I'm still not sure I really believe you about never having met Sara before," I said, my fingers tracing their way up Anna's thigh, "but who cares?" 

Anna smiled sweetly and squeezed my leg. "Don't you worry yourself, Sam. Just enjoy!" 

*

There were a few new camper vans and tents but I was able to park up facing the sea, a little way away from the other campers so as to avoid too much of the noise that I anticipated might be created later from bothering others. It was no great surprise that the basic facilities didn't put people off considering the breathtaking location. I hadn't found anywhere else so close to the clear, blue ocean yet with deep, shady woodland within a few minutes' walk. There were still fewer than twenty different units set up around the large field from seasoned old travellers in converted buses or ambulances, fully kitted-out with kitchens and wood-burning stoves to brand-new, purpose-built campervans that marked their residents out as being moneyed tourists roughing it for a few weeks on their holiday of a lifetime. I saw myself somewhere in between. I wasn't just here for a holiday that lasted a month then remained only as an album of photos on Facebook but then again I knew I wasn't going to spend the rest of my life wandering around old hippy trails, living hand to mouth. 

The old blue camper was finally back and Anna skipped off to see her friends while I pottered around. Along with her taste in music her tidiness was somewhat lacking. It crossed my mind that if our fling was to become anything more one of us would have to adjust. I'm not obsessive or anything about things being kept ordered but I wasn't going to let my standards fall as far as Anna's just because I'd decided to open my mind to her unconventional approach to things. As I tidied up the things that Anna had flung around the van Amelia came to mind. I tried to imagine her flaunting herself in the way Anna did but it just didn't seem plausible. As attractive as she was she wasn't the type to put it all on show and the thought of her seducing someone to get something out of them just didn't work. I hoped she was doing OK but that was it. I'd had a taste of something different and my predictable old life couldn't compete.

I wasn't sure how much later Anna reappeared as she still had my watch and I hadn't even turned my phone on for a week but she did her thing of standing in front of the sun, blocking out the late afternoon light so that all I could see was her silhouette. She said hello and dropped my shirt onto my lap, thanked me for the loan, and leaned into the van to help herself to a beer. I set up the other folding chair and, my new-found masculinity in full effect, re-took my seat in the favoured deckchair. She'd already taken the opportunity to change her outfit now that she was reunited with her possessions and she was wearing a short, blue summery dress that made her eyes even bluer than normal. Her bobbed hair was neatly parted and, as usual, was tucked behind her ear. Around her was a faint scent of delicate, flowery perfume that I'd smelled a few times since meeting her. She looked sweet more than sexy and I could see she was even wearing underwear, for once. From the visible bra straps I could see that it was white and lacy, almost innocent-looking. How looks could deceive, I thought.

Anna pulled the ring of the can and straight away slurped at the opening as it frothed. She took a deep drink and put her hand to her mouth to cover a little burp caused by the fizzy beer.

"Sara will be here soon," she said. "Her parents are back from their trip and are going to drop her off."

The whole Sara thing was most confusing but I'd decided to give up trying to figure it out. With any luck I'd soon be involved in the kind of escapade that previously only existed in my wildest fantasies so I wasn't going to jeopardise any of that by digging, or even thinking too hard. I did chuckle to myself, though, at the unlikely thought of Sara's parents dropping their twenty-something daughter off for a night of depravity. 

"It'll be good to see her again," I grinned. Anna smiled back. "I'm going to have a shower, in that case." I gestured towards the van, "Why don't you see what you can find in there for dinner and I'll see you in a few minutes." I walked off towards the shower block, wondering what Anna's culinary skills were like.

I was quite impressed. In the few minutes it had taken me to ablute and make myself look presentable Anna had rustled up something quite edible. It wasn't going to trouble any Michelin inspectors but considering the tools at hand her pasta creation certainly passed muster. We ate and looked at the sea with some mellow music drifting out of the van's speakers. Anna had chosen something from my iPod rather than her own phone. I almost couldn't believe it when she collected the plates and went off to wash up. Happy as I was to not be the one who did all the domestic duties I wasn't going to push my luck so I decided to reward Anna with a little herbal reward on her return.

The sun was setting when Anna came back to the van and I handed her a beer and the lit joint to enjoy as we watched the beautiful sky meld from blue to purple to a fiery orange before the huge red disc of the sun disappeared below a bank of clouds on the horizon. We held hands and passed the joint to one another and for a few moments I felt completely at ease, as if Anna and I were something approaching a proper couple and I wasn't embroiled in some crazy nymphomaniac's nefarious goings-on. 

A few minutes later it was properly dark. The suddenness of nightfall in the southern hemisphere was something I still hadn't become properly used to, even though we were quite a long way south. Cicadas chirruped in the early evening, clearly audible over the low volume of the music. It was still warm but less humid than during the day and for once the mosquitos seemed to be spending the night elsewhere. I was feeling nicely relaxed and as Anna announced she was nipping back to her campervan for a bottle of wine I let my eyes close and my mind wander.

A whiff of the flowery scent told me Anna was back, even though I couldn't see her in the dark. A figure appeared to my side and leant down to me, kissing me on the mouth. Her tongue slipped between my lips and quickly the intensity of the kiss grew. We kissed passionately and I was about to drop the can and joint to pull Anna to my lap when I heard her voice.

"Hey, get your own man. He's mine," she said playfully.

Sara pulled away from me, her pillow-like lips reluctantly leaving my own. "I was just saying hello," she giggled.

I stood up, aroused by the kiss but a little shocked by Sara's unusual greeting. I turned so I could see Anna and Sara in the dim light. 

"Say hello to me too, then," Anna said, stepping towards Sara and kissing her with as much passion as Sara had just kissed me.

I watched the two girls kiss, their hands wandering up and down each other's bodies, their mouths joined together. Momentarily confused and feeling slightly redundant I waited for them to pause for breath.

"Hi again." My earlier calm and cool had evaporated a little. "Sorry," I hesitated. "I thought you were Anna. It's very nice to see you again, Sara."

Still in Anna's embrace Sara looked at me through slightly narrowed eyes. "It's OK, Sam. I don't mind being mistaken for this sexy little thing," she said, slipping her hand from Anna's bum to her breasts, as if to reinforce her point. 

The girls looked at me and beckoned me over. I stepped forward and, one glorious Scandinavian bottom under each hand, warmly greeted them both again.

*

It hadn't taken long for the mosquitos to return from their brief sojourn elsewhere so we'd had to retreat into the van. The three of us were sitting on the bed as apart from the bench seat in the front there was nowhere else to go. I'd suggested going to Anna's van, it being a proper campervan as opposed to an old van with a bed in the back but she'd said her friends weren't quite as relaxed as she was. The little fantasy I'd been indulging in of a full on five person orgy with me at the centre of it all was put to rest. A quick glance at my current companions reminded me I wasn't doing too badly. I'd even closed the curtains to give us some privacy.

Sara's pneumatic figure was barely concealed underneath a tight, black cotton dress Somehow, for now at least, the spaghetti straps were managing to contain her ample bosom and the tight material clung to her beautifully round arse as she half sat, half lay on her side, a joint in one hand and a glass of white wine in the other. Subtly made up she had curled her long blonde hair and it flowed in bouncing waves, adding to her general air of effortless glamour. While I had been busy making spliff after spliff to try and satisfy their narcotic demands she and Anna had spent a good half hour talking in Norwegian, occasionally looking in my direction, and shrieking with laughter every few seconds. The van was filled with a pall of aromatic smoke and if the girls were anything like as stoned as I was then the level of giggling was only going to go one way. Judging by recent experience the grass was likely to lead to other things, too. Largely oblivious to their conversation topic I amused myself by admiring the view, listening to the hypnotic rhythms of the music and continuing my production line. 

Anna's feet had found their way onto my lap and I was absent-mindedly stroking her shapely lower leg and ankle. The little chain that I held responsible for my induction into this bizarre world of sex and seduction slipped gently around her ankle as I stroked. Anna was obviously enjoying the feel of my hand's caresses as she pressed her foot into my crotch and rubbed her toes against my now awakened cock. I shifted a little to give her better access and let her explore my groin with her foot while I allowed the tingles and twitches to build nicely. Every now and then she'd look over and give me a sultry look, or blow me a little kiss and every time she did, she'd rub a little more firmly. Anna was now more or less lying against Sara, her head against those fantastic tits and Sara's arm was resting along Anna's, each occasionally stroking or caressing the other. As they chatted I could see Sara was watching me playing with Anna's ankle bracelet and I realised they were talking about my little peccadillo for that narrowest part of a woman's leg. Sara had a wicked look in her eye an i knew I was about to be teased.

"I hear you have a little fetish, Sam?" she said coquettishly, lifting her own tanned leg and pointing her toes straight. "Do you like my ankles too?" I'd become so used to Anna's accent that Sara's subtly different intonation sounded even more mysterious and alluring.




Fifty Cent Piece Ch. 05



I held her foot and ankle and stroked, tickling her, making her giggle more. Her ankle wasn't quite as slender as Anna's, but it was still very pretty and I encircled it with my thumb and second finger, rubbing all around, then up and down her calf. "Very sexy ankles, Sara," I said, playing along with their game. "All you need is a little jewellery to top it off."

Predictably the girls found this highly amusing and I was treated to a good deal more wriggling of feet and waving of legs, much to my enjoyment. Each movement they made allowed their hems to ride up a little higher and I could clearly see right up each of their dresses to the point that I could see that Anna was wearing knickers to match her bra, and Sara was wearing nothing at all. Kneeling, I held one ankle in each hand and kissed my way from toe to calf, eliciting howls of girly laughter and an even more blatant display of underwear, or the lack thereof. 

"Has Anna told you where she got it?" Sara asked, her own foot now joining Anna's in my clearly responding groin.

"No, go on," I said. Something told me it wasn't going to be a case of her having bought it online, or chosen it from a selection in a jeweller's.

Sara looked to Anna, perhaps checking that she didn't mind the beans being spilled. From the look on Anna's face I didn't think she minded at all.

"No, you'll think she's bad," she said.

I laughed. "I already know she's bad. Did she tell you about the clothes shop?"

Sara's hand was running up and down Anna's body, stroking her through the thin cotton of her dress. "She told me just now." Sara's hand slid round to squeeze Anna's bum. "I think it's hot, being able to play with men like that. You're all so easily pleased!" she laughed, applying a little more pressure to my cock and revealing a little more of her upper thighs and the beautifully neat blonde pussy nestling between them.

I groaned quietly at the sensation, slightly annoyed by my realisation that what she had said was so true. 

I looked at Anna. "So let me guess. You seduced some poor guy in a shop and he let you have it?" I asked, my hands still toying with their ankles.

Anna looked me in the eye as Sara continued to stroke her bum and thighs. Her dress was now bunched right up, her lacy white knickers on full show. 

"No, Sam. I have more than one trick up my sleeve you know," she said, a hint of pride in her voice. "It belonged to the mother of a boy at high school. I simply told him that if he got me the bracelet he could watch me get changed for my gymnastics class."

My mind reeled at the devastation a teenaged Anna must have caused to the boys around her. "And he did, I suppose?" 

Anna grinned and wiggled her foot. I kissed her ankle and licked the chain. "So how did it happen? He stole it from his poor mum, handed it to you and you stripped for him?"

"Pretty much," Anna smiled. "He passed it to me during a philosophy class on ethics and I passed him a note telling him to come to my house after school. I was already wearing it by the time he arrived and I've never taken it off since."

"And did you keep your side of the bargain? I mean, it would have been unethical not to, right?"

"Of course!" Anna giggled.

The wicked grin on Sara's face grew even wider. "Mmm, that's so hot, isn't it Sam?" leaning in to kiss Anna. 

I had to admit I was finding it extremely arousing. The thought of Anna as a teenage temptress using her delectable body to wrap poor, drooling males around her little finger was affecting my ability to think. My conscience was no match for the power of hormones, Kiwi grass, warm white wine and the dynamic duo currently swapping saliva and teasing my pulsating erection. The heat in the van was rising and, yet again, my morals were taking a back seat when confronted with the situation before me. 

Anna broke their kiss and glanced in my direction, perhaps to gauge my reaction to her latest tale of depravity. I don't know what she read in my expression -- lust, probably - but she turned her attention to Sara, pulling down the narrow straps of her dress and exposing her wonderfully round tits. She gently rubbed her palm across each one, pausing to cup them and squeeze gently before she lowered her mouth the large brown nipples standing proud of the supple tanned flesh. I gazed in wonder as Anna began to suckle on Sara's breast, holding her tit in her hand and wetly sucking and lapping at her nipple, occasionally running her teeth over the sensitive skin, causing Sara to gasp.

"God you're bad, Anna," she whispered, pulling Anna closer to her, almost smothering her in the fabulous pillowy softness of her chest.

Anna lifted her head, disengaging her wet lips from Sara's boob. A single string of silvery saliva stretched out between the two girls' bodies, from mouth to breast. She looked over to me. "Don't you think Sara has the best tits you've ever seen?" she asked. All I could do was nod.

Sara had shifted position and her dress was now almost round her waist. With the top pulled down to free her tits she was completely exposed but did nothing to hide herself. Her golden legs were slightly parted and as Anna's hand slipped between her thighs, easing them apart further, I saw droplets of moisture on Sara's labia glint in the light. Anna went back to sucking Sara's tits and now, slowly and teasingly, began to stroke her inner thighs, the little line of soft pubic hair and, very delicately, Sara's exposed pink lips and the glistening opening they protected.

Although the view was something to be savoured I felt the need to become an active part of the ménage. I pulled my t shirt over my head and shuffled over to join the girls. Sara gave me the kind of wanton look she had when we first met in the forest and I had to hold myself back from pushing Anna aside and fucking Sara right there. As hard as I was, as turned on as I was, I knew that I had to pace myself if I wasn't going to become over excited and spoil the fun.

Anna was now fully occupied, lavishing attention on Sara's tits and gently stimulating her nether regions. I held one of Sara's spread legs and stroked up and down, paying extra attention to her ankle -- it seemed the right thing to do under the circumstances. She stroked my chest with her toe, pressing against my nipples as her own were sucked and teased by her Norwegian lover. I caressed her leg, up to her thigh and onto her tummy, tracing shapes and touching, showering her contoured body with attention before leaning down to add kisses and licks to the strokes. Her skin tasted divine; womanly yet fresh, the slightest hint of salt with the flowery scent she was wearing. I kissed her thighs and tummy, up to her breasts, her neck and throat, her wet mouth with her almost lasciviously pouting lips. 

Four hands and two mouths were beginning to take their toll on Sara and her breathing was becoming ragged. The pink folds of her pussy had opened, revealing her hot, wet centre and Anna was increasing the speed of her attentions on Sara's clitoris. Sara's hips began to twitch and buck as her pleasure began to rise. Anna's rapidly moving fingers were visibly wet and I couldn't resist tasting the source of the moisture.

I ran my hands up Anna's legs now, and onto her bum. Her own dress had ridden right up, and her supposedly innocent underwear was in plain sight.

"Take your dress off," I ordered.

Anna immediately responded, moving away from Sara to wriggle out of her dress. As soon as she had moved I dived between Sara's thighs, pushing them wide apart and taking in the delicious sight of her eager, shimmering cunt, and her tight, puckered arsehole. I settled down, my face only an inch from Sara's core, and inhaled the musky, heady aroma, before I firmly licked, from the bottom of her lips to the top, then quickly again and again, slipping my tongue inside her, tasting her, lapping at her. Sara squealed, her thighs clamping around my head and I savoured the suffocating heat of her cunt against my mouth, her legs tight around me, making breathing impossible. After a few seconds to recover from the surprise of the new sensations she released me and I continued my oral exploration, sucking and licking, gently blowing and nibbling, my hands underneath her buttocks, easing them apart to open her up even more. I looked up to see Anna had undressed completely, her attempt at decency through actually wearing underwear utterly abandoned. She was watching the show, fondling her own breasts and between her legs, preparing herself for whatever might come next. 

Sara whimpered and squealed as I devoted myself to her clitoris. If it was possible I thought she exuded even more sexuality than Anna and I couldn't wait to satisfy her and make her come. 

"Fuck, Sam, that's good," she panted, her fingers grabbing handfuls of my hair, her fingernails digging into my scalp. You like us dirty girls don't you?" she asked.

Any chance of me responding coherently was snuffed out by her once again closing her thighs tight around me as a new wave of pleasure raced through her. I nodded my head as best as I could and sucked her clit harder. Glancing up I could see Anna was back sucking Sara's tits, alternating between the two. I didn't think Sara could take much more of the two-pronged assault but she showed no sign of wanting us to stop or slow down.

"Turn round, baby. I want you at both ends of me," I heard Sara say, and I peered up, over her pubic mound to see Anna swing one leg over Sara's face and settle down, facing me, to have her own cunt licked. Anna's eyes met mine and as I grinned at the thought of what was happening Anna's eyes rolled up as Sara's bee-stung lips made contact with her friend's vulva.

With Anna squirming away on top of Sara's face I was keen to get in on the receiving end myself but I felt I should finish what I started. Sara was sopping wet from my saliva and her own lubricants and I was almost drinking from her as I steadily licked and sucked at her clitoris and pussy. I wondered if her taking care of Anna would distract her from her own rising climax but the muffled cries coming from beneath Anna suggested not. Indeed, Sara's twitching and rearing was increasing and she reached out to find my hands to pinch her nipples as she reached her orgasm. I concentrated on the hard little button of her clit and my tongue slipped and slid its way across and around, maintaining contact and rhythm but now pressing harder and harder, taking Sara to the heights of ecstasy. I squeezed her nipples hard and squashed her beautiful tits against her ribcage and as her orgasm flooded over her I could feel Sara's body contract and stiffen as the pleasure washed through her body.

I sat up between her splayed legs as Sara's orgasm eventually subsided and her muffled whimpers were replaced by the wonderful sound of her working away at Anna's nether regions. Anna seemed lost to the outside world as she writhed and wriggled, her pussy and, I guessed from the angle Sara was at, bottom being well and truly adored by the beautiful creature underneath her. I kissed Anna and she opened her eyes, perhaps suddenly remembering she and Sara weren't alone. She paused for a split second before holding my face between her hands and devouring my mouth with hers, her tongue greedily seeking out Sara's juices which were all over my face and chin.

As we kissed I used one hand to hold and squeeze Anna's tits and the other to scrabble at my zip and buttons to undo my shorts and free my aching cock. As soon as they were loose Anna's hand yanked my throbbing cock out and began furiously wanking me. Electricity shot through my groin as soon as her hand enclosed me and I groaned gently, enjoying the sensation but alive to the reality that I had two livewire women with me who wouldn't be impressed if I allowed my pleasure to come before theirs. I reluctantly left her tits and put my hand on Anna's to slow her down and she looked sheepishly at me, as if in her haste to feel me she'd forgotten what was going on. I loved seeing that expression. It told me that this perfect specimen of the female form perhaps was capable of losing her cool, after all.

Anna had come round from her trancelike state and she gently lifted herself off Sara, giving her space to breathe. Sara obviously had other plans, though, as she grabbed Anna's thighs and pulled her back, not letting her go until she'd reached her goal.

"Oh you beautiful bitch," she hissed as Sara resumed her attentions. "Make me come baby, make me come."

It didn't take long. As Anna and I kissed and played with her tits she began breathing hard and whimpering loudly. I pulledaway and she allowed herself to fall forward, her head on Sara's thigh, her bum thrust back as Sara licked and fingered her from below. Suddenly Anna yelped and quivered, her teeth grazing the soft skin of Sara's thigh as she came, her rump rising and falling, Sara's tongue darting in and out, expertly prolonging Anna's pleasure.

When the sensations became too much she rolled off Sara and lay, panting on the bed. A beatific smile spread across her face.

Sara sat up. She smiled and leaned forward to kiss me, her hand automatically closing around my hard shaft as it waved around in front of her. She tasted of Anna. "That was so good, Sam," she said appreciatively. I couldn't help but feel a little surge of pride at the compliment. She looked at Anna, stroking her sweaty hair away from her face, whilst Anna gazed up at Sara, still lost for words.

"You two blow my fucking mind," I said, "That was amazing."

"Your turn soon," Sara grinned. I couldn't wait.

*

The girls had decided I'd have to, however, as they insisted on another smoke to give themselves time to recover before anything else happened. Sara had removed the dress that had gathered round her waist and the three of us were naked, my needy cock bouncing around ridiculously every time I moved, desperate for some attention. As the girls lay draped over one another and smoked the joint I had to resist the strong temptation to just wank myself off over the sight before me. I was pretty sure they'd enjoy watching -- I knew Anna would, anyway -- but as tempting as it was to help myself and add to the stickiness coating their exquisite forms I decided it would be a waste. Besides, when the dominant me had come to the fore in the cinema foyer I'd made a little arrangement with Anna that I was eager to fulfil. 

It was hot in the van. I'd opened the door a crack to let out some of the smoke but the last thing any of us wanted was a mossie bite in an awkward spot. Along with the heat and the smoke was the unmistakeable smell of sex; an intensely personal, almost overpowering perfume that added to the sensual cocktail swirling around, filling my nostrils. I realised that no matter how much I liked to think I'd redressed the dominance balance in the relationship, it was the pouting blonde beauties that still held the power. 

Anna dropped the butt of the joint into an empty bottle and straightened her leg and ankle, encouraging me to admire the little chain once again.

"So what is it about ankles, Sam?" Sara asked, first regarding her own then Anna's.

I thought for a few seconds, trying to think of an intelligent response but she wasn't really interested in my reply.

"Do you like it more because of what our slutty little friend did to get it?" As she spoke she ran her finger nail up Anna's thigh. "I do. I think it's horny."

She was right, it was horny. I couldn't dislodge the image of the eighteen year old Anna and the way she exploited her overt sexuality. She knew exactly what she was doing then and she did now and it turned me on, big time.

"I have to admit it's pretty sexy," I said. My cock was still throbbing and was demanding attention, at the tip a little drop of natural lubricant shone in the light. 

"Why do you like it?" Sara asked.

A minor ripple of panic flitted across my mind. What if I said the wrong thing here? I couldn't miss out; if I didn't come soon my balls would never forgive me. I thought about it for a second and answered honestly. "Cos it's dirty as hell! Using sex to get what you want -- I dunno, it's just horny. I mean, it's a bit wrong but that makes it even better." I looked at Anna, her face impossible to read. "And the fact that you're so pretty just makes it so much naughtier. I mean, I'm sure you don't have to flirt and seduce and flaunt yourself..."

Anna interrupted me, laughing as she did. "But I like it, Sam. It makes me so fucking wet," she breathed, opening her legs lewdly. 

I groaned audibly at this. She really was a dirty bitch. Both girls grinned naughtily and kissed, their hands beginning to explore one another again. They broke their kiss and looked at me. It didn't take a genius to work out something was going on here even my hormone-addled, intoxicated brain had established that. 

"Your cock looks lonely," Sara said, spreading her own thighs wide. "I think you'd better come here and fuck us."

I wasn't going to wait to be asked twice. With my aching, dripping cock leading the way I shuffled over to the other side of the bed to where Anna and Sara were. As Sara had made the suggestion I made for her first, reminding myself that no matter what happened I couldn't get carried away and forget I had two partners to see to. Sara was slowly touching herself, looking me in the eye as she did.

"How badly do you want to be in here?" she asked, her middle finger disappearing inside.

"Fuck. A lot," I muttered, positioning myself between her knees.

"Good boy," she said.

She felt incredible. The soft, wet walls of her pussy seemed to mould around me like they had been designed specifically for me. I slid deep inside and Sara gasped as my cock filled her. I knew I had to take it easy and I wasn't sure I would be able to make both girls come again but I was going to do my best. I held myself up on my arms and began to fuck her slowly and deeply. Anna, playing with her own pussy, leaned in to kiss me, then Sara. Each thrust of my hips made Sara squeak quietly and she shifted herself so that I could slide in further. Her movement encouraged me and I felt Anna's hand on my bum, helping me fuck her friend's perfect little pussy.

"How does she feel, Sam?" Anna asked. "Does her pretty little cunt feel good around your big cock?"

I nodded and grinned, leaning in to kiss Anna. "Fucking amazing," I grunted.

Anna's face had that glassy, wanton look again as she watched me fuck her friend. For a second, just as in the forest, my brain struggled to deal with the reality of what was going on, but the sensations in my groin dispelled the doubts instantly.

Somehow I'd managed not to come as soon as I felt her vagina enclose my cock and having settled down I felt able to pick up the pace a little. Within a few seconds we were fucking steadily. My balls slapped against Sara's bum and she was breathing heavily as I thrust in and out. As Anna kissed me her fingers tickled my bum, meaning I needed to concentrate hard not to come but Sara's sensitive pussy was obviously still fired up from the licking I'd given earlier and at the deepest point of each of my thrusts she swore breathlessly. She wrapped her legs around my back, drawing me in deeper. Anna was encouraging me, telling me to fuck Sara harder and deeper and as I dared myself to do so I was quickly rewarded with the start of Sara's orgasm as the tip of my cock stimulated the pleasure centre deep inside her. She held my arms and begged me to fuck harder and harder. She went quiet then suddenly squealed loudly as she finally reached the top of her sensory mountain, before the pleasure waves broke and flooded across her body as she writhed beneath me, her words now pure sounds of sexual pleasure.

Sara's eyes opened and she kissed me deeply. I slipped out of her slowly, leaving her panting, her pink pussy wide open, her tummy muscles twitching as the orgasm faded. She narrowed her eyes and shook her head slowly, perhaps in a state of disbelief. "I love your cock, Sam."




Fifty Cent Piece Ch. 05



If I could have blushed in the stifling heat of the van I'm sure I would have. 

My erection was glistening with Sara's juices. Despite the fact I was desperate to come myself I'd somehow managed to hold off. Anna's lustful eyes didn't leave my cock and she leaned down to take me in her mouth, almost to the back of her throat. As her tongue and lips sucked me clean I gritted my teeth, determined not to lose control having come so far.

Anna looked up at me and slowly slid me out of her mouth until only her lips were around the end of my poor cock. She smiled and gently ran her teeth over the end, causing me to shudder, before she let my cock slip out. It bounced upwards, hitting my abdomen. 

"That looked like fun," she said to Sara who simply grinned and nodded, blowing out her cheeks. "How was it for you, baby?" she asked, cupping my balls and squeezing gently.

I laughed and said, "Very good indeed. Your turn now."

Anna gave me that mischievous look. "Mmm, yes, it is my turn isn't it? I bet you need to come too, you've been very well behaved tonight."

"Yes, and you're going to get it," I said forcefully.

"Ooh, Sam," she teased, "I like it when you're all masterful." I couldn't tell whether she meant it or not but by that point I was past caring. Anna was on all fours, turning round until she was facing away from me, her bum up in the air. She looked back at me, eyes wide open, an innocent look on her face. "Are you going to fuck my arse now?"

If words could cause orgasms I'd have shot my load right there. I'd seen and heard a lot over the previous few days but that phrase and the spectacle before me beat the lot. "Fuck, you're a fucking horny little minx," was my response as I shuffled over to her.

Sara had recovered enough to sit up and was planting kisses down Anna's side, onto the globes of her round bottom. She looked at me, her lips seemingly even fuller than normal as she kissed and caressed Anna's soft, tanned skin. "You really want to come, don't you Sam?" she asked.

"God, yes," I'm ready to explode.

"So you'd do pretty much anything to be allowed in here," she said, her hands either side of Anna's bum, easing her cheeks apart.

I nodded dumbly. All I could see was the tight, puckered opening of Anna's arse. I'd had a couple of experiences with Amelia that involved the forbidden fruit of the behind but I'd never actually fucked her properly there. The suspense was killing me. I needed to be inside her. I needed to come. Sara was using her fingers to spread the nectar from Anna's cunt onto her arsehole and began to gently massage it, wetly licking it, causing Anna to gasp. I was practically drooling at the sight.

"That's good," Sara said, "because we've got an idea that involves you."

I looked at her quizzically. 

"Don't worry, it's nothing too naughty," she said wickedly, turning her attention to my aching hard on. She looked me in the eye as she firmly held my erection in one hand and my swollen balls in the other, "But if your big, hard cock wants to visit Anna's tight, hot hole, you have to agree."

She knew she had me; I was putty in her hands. 

"OK, yes, fine," I panted, as she dragged her nails over my throbbing glans.

"We thought you'd say that," she said, looking at Anna who grinned back at her.

I'd lost the ability to think straight some time before, only one thing mattered and the scheming hussies knew it.

"Fuck my pussy first, Sam," Anna said, her head down, her rear pointing towards the ceiling. "I can't take that lethal weapon in my bum straight away."

Lethal weapon, I thought. I liked that.

I positioned myself behind her and eased into Anna's welcoming tunnel. She was so wet I penetrated her easily. The feel of my cock sliding straight in took her breath away and I paused for a second, to give Anna a chance to become used to me at this angle, and to give me a chance to think of something less stimulating before I disappointed us all.

I was holding Anna's narrow waist, my thumbs gently massaging the delightful dimples in the small of her back, my hips slowly circling and moving back and forth. Anna's eyes were closed, her head turned to one side on a pillow, soaking up the sensations. After all, it had been a good twenty six hours since we'd last fucked so it was hardly surprising she was in need of satisfaction. Slowly I increased the pace and intensity of my movements until I was at a mid-tempo rhythm that felt good, but hopefully not too good. Anna was moaning gently, making little feline-like noises in time with the easy pace I'd set. If Sara had felt good, Anna felt even better but I was determined to keep concentrating. It wasn't easy, though. She felt fantastic, she looked fantastic, her stunning friend had dribbled saliva onto her and was rubbing her bumhole, preparing it for me, the atmosphere was simply rude. I tried not to look at her wet, pink lips, clinging to my cock as I slid in and out; I had to hold it together.

"Mmm, Sam, it's so-ooo good," Anna said gently with a contented smile. She reached out to stroke Anna's leg. Sara continued to gently massage and lubricate Anna's tightest hole, her eyes focused on my pistoning cock and the slick of female essence dripping from Anna.

"I think you're ready, baby," she said to Anna.

Anna looked at her friend. "Mmm, yes. I'm definitely ready." She looked at me. "Are you ready, Sam?"

I nodded, hoping the look of utter delight at what I was about to do wasn't too embarrassingly obvious.

Both girls laughed. "He's definitely ready," Sara giggled.

Another fantasy was about to be ticked off the list. As a bonus I was going to have the release I desperately wanted. Anna looked at me, wiggling her bum a little. She put on that innocent face again. "You will be gentle with me, won't you Sam?"

I nodded impatiently and shifted position, easing Anna's hips down a little. I placed the swollen head of my cock at Anna's arsehole. 

"Remember what we agreed?" Anna asked. "You're not allowed to come unless you promise to help us out tomorrow."

"Yeah, yeah, sure," I said, my cock making contact with Anna's little rosebud of an anus.

"Good," she said. "We won't forget."

I don't think I even properly heard her speak, all I knew was I was easing my throbbing erection into Anna's arse and it was going to be incredible.

Anna gritted her teeth as I penetrated her. Sara had done all she could to relax Anna but even so it took a few moments for her bum to accept the intrusion. The head of my cock popped inside and I gave Anna a moment to adjust. It seemed the gentlemanly thing to do before I followed through with my morning's promise. My god, what a feeling it was. Her arse was so tight, much tighter than any pussy I'd had the pleasure of. It felt different, not necessarily better but definitely tighter and undoubtedly ruder. 

Slowly I began to fuck her beautiful, sumptuous arse. I didn't go deep at first, but quickly the temptation to nail her the way she deserved overtook me. The feeling in my groin set off flashes of light behind my eyes. Anna whimpered and moaned, Sara rubbing her friend's arse, spanking her lightly as she grinned wickedly. Anna responded with louder noises of pleasure and said something in Norwegian to Sara. Sara licked her lips and spanked her harder, telling her she was a bad girl, a look of lustful concentration on her face.

Anna's hand had found her own clit and she was rubbing furiously as her bottom was assaulted by my cock and Sara's eager hand. My groin tingled wildly and I thrust deeper, revelling in the feeling of control but we were both on the edge of hot, sweaty, dirty orgasms. 

When I finally came it was unbelievably intense. My whole body tensed as the sperm that had been building up in my balls came rushing through my cock, jetting into Anna, filling her insides. I cried out, it was so powerful it almost hurt and spurted stream after stream of hot spunk into her arse. Anna's own orgasm took hold at just the same time, her hips bucking underneath me, sucking me in deeper, Sara cooing in appreciation.

Gingerly I withdrew, my cock still rock hard but too sensitive to touch. Anna's bumhole slowly closed, my spunk dribbling down her thighs. 

"Fucking hell," I panted, a sheen of sweat covering my body.

Anna lay slumped on the bed, catching her breath, still quivering.

Sara grinned naughtily. "Better now?" she asked.

I fell back against the side of the van, exhausted. "Much."

"Good," she said. "Now, about our little agreement."



Fifty Cent Piece Ch. 06



Fifty Cent Piece -- Ch. 6

This is the sixth chapter in the 'Fifty Cent Piece' series. The plot thickens! I hope you enjoy it. Do let me know your thoughts as constructive feedback is always appreciated. All rights reserved, © Northern_One, 2013.

It was developing into a bit of a pattern: Anna, or in this case Anna and Sara, would spend the evening with me then at some point I'd pass out and in the small hours wake up and try to piece together what had happened the night before. This morning was no exception, except when I woke up I had a gnawing sense that something was seriously wrong. I looked at my wrist. My watch was gone. I lifted the duvet in the vain hope that it had come undone at some point and was just in the bed. It wasn't but I did find a post-it note. Judging by the tone of the message I assumed it had been left affixed to an intimate part of my anatomy.

Morning, sexy boy.

We thought you'd be sure to find this note if we left it here. Thank you for sharing your wonderful cock with us last night. We hope you enjoyed it as much as we did! We're sure you won't forget our little agreement today but we've borrowed your watch, just in case.

Love and kisses,

Anna and Sara xx

I groaned and turned over, burying my head in the pillow. Of course it had been too good to be true.

* 

There was still no wind to speak of so a sail wasn't an option but I needed to clear my head and think about what I'd got myself into. A bike ride was the next best thing.

I found myself on a narrow, sandy trail that skirted the forest just inland. I'd drunk too much wine and smoked too much grass to consider a serious ride but just being away from the campground and my van would help me think. I didn't know what time it was but there had been no signs of life from the other campers and I hadn't seen a soul since I set off on my bike. It looked like being another sticky, humid day. The air felt thick and close, adding to a sense of building claustrophobia, but cycling along at least meant it felt a little fresher on my face. The cicadas were chirruping away already and tiny acrobatic birds swooped and zipped just in front of me, feasting on the insects stirred up by my movement through the stillness.

The girls had concocted a plan and in my aroused state the night before I'd agreed to it without having as clue what they wanted from me. I knew I couldn't place all the responsibility with the two Scandinavian temptresses but they'd got me that high and that worked up that in the end all I'd been able to think about was emptying my aching balls. The details were a little hazy but as far as I could remember, Anna had an idea for another scam, this time involving Sara and me.

Whilst I was in the pub Anna had been wandering round the shops, in search of an unsuspecting dupe she could seduce and scam. She'd already worked her magic on the guy in the clothes shop but had spotted an old watch in a second-hand shop that she thought could be worth something. I was to check it out in advance , to see if it was the type she thought it was, and then Sara and her would work together to distract the man working there, give him a little thrill, and procure the watch. When I'd asked her why she didn't just buy the watch if it the shop didn't know what it was really worth she'd given me a look one might reserve for a particularly dim-witted child and asked, "but where's the fun in that?"

The previous night it had all seemed illicitly exciting. I couldn't deny that Anna's blatant flaunting of her sexuality was a turn-on; when she'd told me what she'd done to acquire her new outfit I'd got so horny I'd had to drag her into an alleyway and fuck her, and at the cinema, flashing her tits at the poor lad in the kiosk had made me so hard. Behaving like that was so slutty, so incongruous with her perfect appearance. I'd never met anyone so willing to use their body to get what they wanted and it was so taboo, so dirty and immoral that I'd found it ridiculously arousing. To become directly involved in it myself, however, was a different matter. Aside from an occasional dabble with controlled substances I wasn't sure I'd ever actually broken the law. I'd certainly never hustled or scammed anyone. The thought of it, of Anna and Sara flashing, teasing and doing who knew what else was no less arousing, in fact the thought of it generated some stirrings in my shorts, but I couldn't shake the knowledge that at the end of the day, Anna was basically screwing -- who knew, perhaps even literally? -- an innocent party for her own material gain. I stood on the pedals as I rode faster along the track. I reached the crest of a sharp hill and sat back down on the saddle, my pulse quickened, my breathing a little strained. I looked at the endless blue sea on one side, the deep, ancient forest on the other, and mulled over this moral dilemma. Was sex with Anna and Sara worth abandoning my principles and ethics for? I thought of the sight of two blonde beauties pleasuring each other, their tanned bodies, their full tits, their ripe arses, the feel of their soft skin under my hands, their hot, welcoming holes, the ecstasy of my orgasms. As I laid my bike against a tree and slid my shorts down to relieve the tension that even thinking about them caused, I knew the answer. As the thick globules of my sperm splattered onto the sand, my animal grunts of pleasure sullying the unspoilt environment, I knew Anna's spell was too strong. Besides, I needed my watch.

*

By the time I arrived back at the camp ground I felt much better. My hangover was gone and I was excited by the prospect of another of Anna's forbidden capers. The fact that I'd be involved in this one only added to the anticipation.

I freewheeled down the gentle slope into the camp ground and saw a pair of towel-clad females emerging from the shower block. Each of them clutched a wash bag and were chatting away as they walked towards Anna's blue camper van. I made a beeline for them.

"Morning girls," I said cheerily, as I approached. They stopped and looked round.

"Oh, hi Sam," Anna said. Like Sara's her wet hair was brushed back.

"Been saving water again?" I asked.

Both girls laughed mischievously. "Yeah, you should have joined us," Anna said.

"I might have but I woke up alone," I responded. "I hope my watch is safe."

Anna smiled. "You found my note, then? Don't worry Sam, it's quite safe. I take it you still want it back?"

I felt I should try and play it cool. Having spent so much of my life doing what was expected of me and not taking risks I'd decided I quite liked the idea of a bit of danger and was intrigued by the girls' plan. Of course I wanted my watch back but engaging in some nefarious antics was becoming more and more attractive.

I leaned forward on the handlebars and lowered my voice, not that there was anyone around to listen in. "Well yes, but I want to know more about your plan. Shall I come over and we can go through it properly? Are your friends in, it'd be good to meet them at last," I said with a hint of a wink.

Anna looked a touch taken aback by my eagerness and she glanced over her shoulder towards her camper as I moved towards them and it. She suddenly seemed nervous which wasn't like her at all.

"Umm, maybe not right now. We'll come to you. We need to get dressed anyway."

"Maybe I could help?" I laughed. Ever since we'd met my libido had gone into overdrive. I might have just had a wank but the thought of watching Anna and Sara get ready for the day had a certain appeal.

Sara intervened , chuckling as she spoke. "Now now, Sam, good things come to those who wait, isn't that what you say?"

My face must have shown my disappointment.

"Aww, poor Sam," Anna said, her momentary lapse in composure clearly a brief malfunction in her otherwise flawless sex bomb program. "Don't worry, there'll be plenty of time for fun. Go and entertain yourself with your lovely cock."

"Already have," I muttered.

The girls laughed. "You're worse than her," Sara said gleefully, rubbing Anna's back. "I woke up to find her playing this morning!"

This new mental image wasn't helping my now near-constant state of horniness and I looked to the heavens in search of the strength to keep me from begging them to let me indulge myself.

"OK, fine," I sighed. "Come over soon though, I want to know what you need me to do."

Anna beamed at me, undoing her towel to momentarily reveal her naked body before tightening the towel once more. "We'll be there soon baby, don't worry." She kissed my cheek and stroked my groin. Sara kissed the other cheek and winked as she turned away. I headed back to my van to collect my thoughts.

*

It was no surprise that the girls took an age to pay me a visit but when they finally arrived I was treated to what I realised must be their outfits for the big event. They each gave me a kiss and twirled in front of me, asking me how they looked. The poor mark, as I'd learned was con-artist talk for the victim, in the shop Anna had been to didn't stand a chance. Anna was wearing a gossamer-thin yellow vest top and her little white shorts. Both were like a second skin and without a bra every bump around her nipples was protruding through the thin material, as were her delectable nipples themselves. Her shorts revealed the bottom of her delicious bum, so recently invaded by my lethal weapon, and were perfectly moulded to her form, the crisp white material showing off her tan to perfection. I could hardly miss my watch as it hung loosely around her wrist. She had on her new sandals and, of course, the ankle bracelet. I should have becoming used to her appearance, but I wasn't. Sara, if anything, looked even sexier. Like the night before her long golden hair bounced and flowed its way down, past her shoulders giving her an air of voluptuous glamour that was easily matched by her outfit. She had a short, pale blue summer dress with a halter neck that plunged dramatically, revealing a good deal of her wonderful, braless tits. The valley between them was mesmerising and a silver heart on a chain hung just above it, drawing one's eye towards her perfect globes. The dress came to about halfway down her shapely legs and she wore brilliant white plimsolls that somehow made the ensemble almost innocent-looking despite the amount of tanned flesh on show. They could barely contain their own excitement at the naughtiness ahead of them and couldn't resist feeling one another up in front of me. Not surprisingly I had to adjust myself such was the immediate effect they had on me.

"Girls," I said grandly, "you look stunning."

They stood in front of me, smiling radiantly, holding hands, the sun shining down on them like two chosen symbols of femininity. Sara looked at my crotch. "That's just the reaction we were hoping for!" she giggled. I looked down. My adjustment hadn't done much to hide my excitement and a prominent bulge was clearly visible through the canvas of my shorts. I bashfully turned away to make myself decent. "Save it for later!" she laughed.

Once satisfied I didn't look too obvious I turned back, keen to find out exactly what was supposed to happen and where I fitted in. "Okay then, let's get started. Can I get you anything to drink?"

The girls drank their coffees and I sipped my tea. Ever the gentleman I'd given up the two proper chairs to Anna and Sara and I sat on the grass. In one direction was the blue sea, stretching out towards the thin, wispy cloud that sat just above the horizon, in the other were the two girls who had seemingly changed my outlook on life and morality in a matter of days. Anna was running through the plan, such as it was.

"Okay, Sam," she said, "so we need you to visit the shop and check the watch out. There's no point in doing this if it's not worth anything. Make sure you have a good look round, don't be too obvious that it's the watch you're interested in but try and make it easily accessible so we're not rooting around for it." She spoke authoritatively. It didn't sound like the first time she'd done something like this. "If you think it's a good make of watch then you can go for a drink or whatever and we'll take care of the rest," she said, catching Sara's eye as she spoke.

Sara's pout broke into a naughty smile. "Afterwards we'll meet you at your van and you can get your own reward!"

"What do you think you'll have to do in there?" I asked.

Anna laughed and eyed her friend. "Hopefully her tits and my ass will do the trick but if he needs more distracting then we'll see what happens."

"Would you fuck him?" I asked, suddenly a little jealous at the idea of someone else being with either of my sexy little rascals.

Anna looked me straight in the eye and leaned forward, leaning on her knees. "Don't you worry about that, baby," she said. "You do your part and we'll do ours."

I wasn't sure what to make of that. Teasing, flaunting, even wanking or sucking someone off was one thing, in fact it was extremely erotic, but fucking a stranger to effectively steal from him was something else. I tried to put it to the back of my mind. That little nagging fear about our unprotected encounters appeared again. I opened my mouth to finally broach the topic then saw my watch on her wrist and thought better of it. I bit my lip and looked out towards the sea; just as beautiful in its own way but so much less complicated.

"Are you cool, Sam?" Anna asked.

"Yeah, sure," I replied uncertainly.

She knelt beside me, took my hands and looked deeply at me once again. "Good."

Sara appeared beside me. "Relax, sexy boy. It'll be fun! Now, can you roll us something to smoke? I want to be horny and high for this!"

***

Anna told me to park where we had on the day of her first little seduction episode and I now realised it was a good spot to remain unnoticed and with a clear route out of town. As we sat in the hot van, the girls smoking, I was nervous. There was no denying I got off on the fact that Anna was such a slutty little minx and now Sara was revealing herself to be cut from the same cloth but my morals weren't quite as loose as theirs. Obviously it wasn't right to be scamming an innocent party but it wasn't as if I knew him and it was hardly the end of the world if someone lost out on something they didn't really know they had. There was the question of my watch, too. Anna was effectively blackmailing me but somehow it didn't feel that way. I liked the fact that she had found a way to involve me in her plan and she'd obviously worked her magic on Sara, too. Soon enough I'd have my watch back on my own wrist and it wasn't as if I had to do very much, anyway. The girls were chatting in Norwegian and giggling as the grass took effect. They offered me the joint but I declined. My mouth was dry enough with the tension and the last thing I needed was for my thoughts to be even more fogged than they were. I tried to picture myself as a cool, streetwise guy from a heist film. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. It didn't help.

Anna stubbed the roach of the joint out in the ashtray and put her hand on my knee. "Are you okay, Sam?" she asked.

I nodded. I realised I was chewing my lip.

"Just relax, all you need to do is check out the watch and let us know. Have you got your phone?"

I nodded again and reached over to the glove compartment to where the phone lay, totally unused in the last week.

"Is it charged?" she asked.

"Yes, I charged it earlier," I said.

"Good boy," she grinned.

I smiled thinly and took a deep breath.

Anna held my hand. "We'll tell you all about it later and you can fuck us any way you like."

Sara laughed. "You're looking stressed, Sam. Would you like to see my tits before you go?" she asked, reaching behind her neck to untie the knot.

I couldn't help but be amused at how brazen she was. "Yes, that sounds good," I laughed as Sara's magnificent breasts were revealed. I leaned over and helped myself to a quick feel before Anna interrupted.

"Right, that's enough! Plenty of time for that later," she said, slapping my bum. "Now get out there and play your part." She wiggled her wrist. I could hear the mechanism winding itself. "I'll have my own one soon!"

*

As I walked round the corner to the shop I smoked a cigarette to try to calm my nerves. I was quite pleased that it tasted revolting -- I didn't really want to start smoking again -- but it gave me something to concentrate on, other than trying to look normal. I passed a couple of people but no one gave me a second glance. I wondered how Anna and Sara could possibly remain so cool when they were the ones in the thick of it. I wasn't sure I was cut out for the high-tension world of petty hustling after all. It was still hot and humid and I looked at the sky to see if there was any sign of a storm coming in. I really wanted to get back out on the water but until the weather broke we were going to have to sweat it out.

*

It was quiet on the street where the shop was and as I crossed the road all I could hear was the clacking sound of my dusty flip flops against the soles of my feet. I neared the shop and flicked my cigarette into the gutter before taking a deep breath and pushing open the door. A bell rang as I went in, my eyes taking a few seconds to adjust to the gloom.

It was a typical second-hand shop. Clothes hung on rails, books on shelves, ornaments and bits and pieces were arranged haphazardly around the place. There was a faintly musty smell of old clothes and dusty boxes. It wasn't an inspiring place. The shop assistant appeared from a room at the back of the shop and walked towards the counter. He said hello and I did likewise. He was a good looking guy, tall and sporty looking with curly dark hair, about my age. Knowing what was in store for him I couldn't help but stare as he tidied his counter. He saw me looking.

"You okay there?" he asked. "Anything I can help you with?" he was a local, or at least a New Zealander. For some reason this made me feel worse about my mission. Ripping off some gullible foreigner with no ties to the place was somehow less troubling than doing it to someone who had their home here. What if he had kids? Someone who relied on him to bring in the money?

I shook my head. "No, just browsing," I said.

He nodded and went back to what he was doing. I realised I was sweating. I looked around for where Anna had told me the watch was and walked straight towards the box of old watches and jewellery before remembering I was supposed to be browsing. My toes curled in embarrassment at the mess I was making of such a simple task and I veered towards the rows of old records along one wall and prayed the guy wasn't watching this shifty English weirdo too closely.

I flicked through a few of the old vinyl LPs and wandered over to the rows of books, leafing through the odd one, doing my best to appear nonchalant. I spent what felt like a respectable amount of time at the books before returning to the drawer of watches and jewellery. It didn't take me long at all to see what Anna had her eye on and I felt a rush of excitement. In amongst the broken junk and cheap jewellery was a heavy steel watch. My knowledge of watches is hardly extensive but I knew enough to recognise the brand name as being one of the less well-known Swiss watchmakers. It was a lovely looking watch and, as far as I could tell, was in decent condition. How the shop manager hadn't spotted its potential value was beyond me. My nerves made me I glance over my shoulder towards the shop assistant. He looked up but didn't speak. I put the watch down on the top of the pile and turned my attention towards the next drawer of junk.

My heart was thumping in my chest. Anna had been right, the watch was probably worth a thousand dollars or more but had been thrown in with worthless bits and pieces. It was hardly my fault they'd missed out. I'd done my bit. The hustle was on. I said goodbye and walked out of the shop.




Fifty Cent Piece Ch. 06



*

I was back in the pub I'd visited a few days before. I'd felt myself shaking as I left the shop and I needed a drink to calm my nerves. I ordered a beer and sat at the bar, my foot jiggling nervously on the rail of the stool. I took my phone out of my pocket and turned it on, ready to let Anna know they could go ahead. As I waited for it to start up I glanced around the room. There were a handful of customers again, for all I knew the same ones as on my previous visit. I didn't recognise the barman either but it could have been the same guy. No one paid me any attention but even so, I started wishing I'd gone somewhere else; I felt conspicuous.

I took a deep swig of cold beer and began to relax a little. I hadn't done anything wrong, there was nothing to be worried about but I was still feeling the effects of the adrenaline surge I'd felt in the shop. I'd never done anything like this, I felt like alive from the sheer badness of what I'd got myself into. I sent Anna a text:

Watch looks good. Go easy on him! X

I smiled to myself as I thought about what Anna and Sara were about to do. The guy was lucky, really. He was going to have some fun anyway. I was looking forward to hearing the juicy details.

I wandered outside with my beer to smoke a cigarette. A beer and a smoke always went well together and it seemed like the kind of thing a badass hustler like me would do. I leaned against the wall of the pub and took a deep drag of smoke. Hollywood images floated through my mind. I settled on Steve McQueen in The Getaway. He only had one moll, though. I had two. To one side of the pub was the alleyway Anna and I had used on our previous visit when she'd got me so horny with her slutty antics. I flicked the butt towards the alley, an image of Anna recovering from our fuck, my come dripping from her onto the dirty floor, and turned to go back inside to wait for news.

I ordered another beer and noticed someone appear beside me. He ordered a drink and pulled up the nearest stool. I suddenly realised he was talking to me.

"You're the guy Anna's with now, aren't you?" He asked.

His question took me completely by surprise. My stomach lurched. Was this Edvard, back to claim his woman? I'd almost forgotten about him. Why on earth hadn't I asked Sara about him? I looked at him. He was about my age, taller than me, fit looking, well-built. I didn't fancy my chances if things turned nasty.

"I saw you in here the other day," he said. He wasn't Scandinavian. American? No, Canadian, I thought. My mind raced. How much had he seen the other day? Had he seen Anna flaunting herself? Had he heard us talking? I hadn't noticed anyone under 50 in the pub but then I hadn't really been looking closely.

"Are you Edvard?" I asked, trying not to sound too concerned.

"Edvard? He snorted, "Is that what she called me? No, I'm Marcus."

"So how do you know Anna?" I was confused and that sense of unease was rising. If he wasn't Edvard, who the hell was he? I prayed my fears about Anna fucking her way through the country weren't about to be realised.

"I'm the guy before you. You're the guy with the mountain bike and windsurfer, right?"

I nodded.

"She told me to fuck off as soon as you appeared. You're welcome to her, anyway. She's a liar and a whore." He stared straight ahead as he spoke.

"Woah there," I said, suddenly defensive about Anna. I wasn't going to let just anyone talk like that about her. "Watch what you're saying there mate." She might be a handful but I didn't like hearing someone else bad mouth her.

Marcus looked at me and sneered. "I don't know what she told you but I know what she really is. I was with her for a couple of weeks. And her slut friend." He took a deep swig of beer. "They strung me along for a while, got what they could, then when a new sucker appeared fucked me off. Like I said, you're welcome to her." He drained his glass and nodded to the barman.

"Do you drive a new camper van?" I asked, trying to make sense of what I was hearing.

Marcus nodded. "Yeah, I was at the camp ground you were staying at but she told me to get lost after she met you. I suppose she wanted a new challenge."

I felt sick. If Edvard didn't even exist then what else had Anna made up? I'd suspected she knew Sara all along and now it sounded as though I was right. Marcus's beer arrived.

"So let me get this straight," I said. "You're the guy who went tearing off the night after the storm?"

Marcus nodded and lifted his beer to his mouth.

"So all this business about her boyfriend Edvard was bullshit?"

Marcus laughed emptily. "I told you, I'm Marcus. I met Anna a few weeks ago. Been hanging out with her ever since. Until you appeared."

"And what about her friends? I asked.

"What friends? That big-titted slut Sara popped up now and then but she didn't let me fuck her." He took a swig. "Did plenty of other shit though," he said with a wry smile.

At least that explained why I'd never met her fellow travellers I didn't like where this was going though. Could I trust a word either of them said?

"Why would she make it up though?" I asked, helplessly.

"Shit, man. You really don't know anything, do you? She makes everything up. She's a liar. She cons people. She's been doing it for weeks. Longer, probably. The pair of them rip people off, steal their shit. They're using you dude."

"No, no way," I said, unconvincingly.

Marcus turned to look at me again.

"Look man, I've got no problem with you but she's trouble. They both are. Watch out." He put down his empty glass and stood up to go. I didn't want to believe what he'd said but I couldn't let him leave before I found out more.

"Hang on, let me get you another," I said.

"No, I don't want another. I'm getting out of here. I don't know why I'm bothering telling you, I don't owe you anything. Thanks to you I lost the best lay of my life but she fucking used me man. Just watch out."

Watch out? For what? My brain was doing cartwheels, trying to process the information. It couldn't all be true, could it? Maybe the story in the paper was about something else. Fuck, just how many people had she screwed? Marcus was halfway across the pub, heading for the door. I ran and grabbed his arm, pulling him round. "Get the fuck off me," he snarled. "What are you doing?"

I put my hands up to placate him. "Look, I'm sorry," I said. "I just need to ask you something."

"What?"

"Look, it's a bit awkward," I said quietly, ushering him out of earshot of any eavesdroppers. "You've got me worried about her history. You know, sexual history," I hissed, my teeth gritted.

Marcus looked at me and laughed. "Yeah, you should be worried, dude," he smirked. "She's definitely been around."

I thought I was going to throw up. "Oh God," I muttered.

"Fuck, man," Marcus said. "Don't worry. She's clean. They both are. I got myself tested." He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and waved it in front of me. "Betcha bag it up next time though," he laughed and pulled open the door.

I looked around the pub. People were looking at me. I stumbled my way out, after Marcus, but he'd gone.

*

I was back on the bench where Anna and I had eaten our pies, before everything got weird. I'd smoked two cigarettes already and was onto my third. They were making me feel even more nauseous but I kept smoking. I didn't want to believe what Marcus had told me but a lot of it seemed plausible. I didn't know what he had to gain from telling me but he obviously knew who I was and why would he lie? The business with Sara certainly made sense. Of course it was too bizarre to be true: stunning girls didn't suddenly get off with one another and instigate threesomes just out of the blue. The supposed puncture, the blue van I'd glimpsed in the mirror, I'd kind of suspected all along that they knew each other, but why? Why go to the effort of making it up? It wasn't as if I was going to turn down the opportunity if they'd been more straightforward about things without going to such elaborate lengths to seduce me. There had to be more to it but if I was honest hearing my knob wasn't going to fall off from a nasty disease was a huge weight off my mind and was taking priority. As for bagging it up, there didn't seem much point if we were all perfectly healthy. That thought cheered me up.

I didn't think Anna and Sara could really be hustling like he had told me. I mean, they weren't exactly master criminals -- all that effort for a watch they could buy for fifty bucks. I decided he was just jealous and wanting to put me off by way of revenge. I mean, both of them told me how much they loved my cock. Whether what he said was true or not I knew Anna and Sara were after more than just my eye for a Swiss timepiece. I thought about what must be going on in the shop. That lucky guy being on the receiving end of whatever my two little nymphos had lined up for him. Marcus was full of shit. And even if he wasn't, I was going to get to hear all about, and hopefully experience, the full force of Anna and Sara's naughty libidos. It was just his hard luck that they'd discovered someone better.

*

"You should have seen her, Sam, I honestly thought his eyes would jump out of his head!"

I'd been summoned to the van where the girls were waiting for me, their mission accomplished. Sara was relaying to me the events of the last hour or so whilst Anna admired her new acquisition. I had to admit as I had approached the van I'd been feeling apprehensive. The illicit rush of the whole escapade was still there, but I couldn't shake the doubt that Marcus had planted. I wasn't about to jeopardise anything at this point, however so had decided to keep quiet about my meeting in the pub.

Anna squealed with laughter. "It was your tits he was looking at, not my ass," she hooted. "Seriously, Sam, I've never seen anyone be so obvious!"

We were driving out of town, back towards the campground and I was doing my best to concentrate on the road whilst trying to take in the details the girls were revealing in between their howls of excited laughter. Thankfully Anna had returned my watch. I wasn't going to let it out of my sight from now on.

"Okay, I don't think the police are on our tail," I joked as the last few buildings disappeared in my mirror. "Just tell me again what happened?"

Both girls talked at once then collapsed against one another, shaking with mirth.

"One at a time," I laughed, "I don't want to miss out on the juicy gossip."

"Oh Sam, it was so easy," Anna said, a satisfied look across her face. "I don't think he'd ever seen a real-life woman, the way he reacted. Especially not one with tits like these!" she shrieked, grabbing Sara's breasts and playfully bouncing them up and down.

"So what exactly happened? How lucky did he get?" I asked.

"Well we went in there and pretended to have a look round," Sara said. "He came out of his little room and just stared at first! We said hi and one of us chatted while the other wandered about. It was Anna's bum in her little shorts that really grabbed his attention though!"

"I suppose I did do quite a lot of bending over," Anna giggled."

"Anyway, we flirted and chatted for a while, gave him plenty to look at," Sara continued. "He seemed to like the view, his eyes were on us all the time. There wasn't really a chance to get the watch without him seeing though, so in the end I had to resort to distracting him."

"By showing him your tits, you slut," Anna shrieked.

"So you just got them out, did you?" I asked, grinning at the thought.

Sara smiled sweetly. "Yes, Sam. Would these get your attention do you think?" she asked, her hands undoing the halter neck as she spoke. The thin material that had been barely containing her fell away, revealing her magnificent breasts. It could only have been a few hours since I'd last seen them but I couldn't stop staring at them as I tried to drive. I'd seen bigger tits, and more pert tits, but Sara's really were the perfect combination of size, shape and softness. She looked down fondly and stroked them, as if reminding herself how they felt and looked. This wasn't doing our getaway any good whatsoever. I forced myself to concentrate until I could find a safe place to stop.

"So was that all it took? One look at your tits and he was putty in your hands?"

The girls laughed. "It certainly helped!" Anna said.

"So let me get this right, you both gave him plenty to look at, then slipped the watch on your wrist and scarpered?"

Sara, her breasts still brazenly on display, shot Anna a look. "Well, I was leaning on the counter, showing him these babies," she gave her tits a bounce as she spoke, "and Sara popped up beside him behind the counter. We had to make sure he was so distracted we could get the watch without him noticing."

Prior experience told me where this might be heading.

Anna chimed in, "so I made sure he wasn't going to be able to think straight!" she giggled. That naughty glint danced in her eyes.

"A hand job, by any chance?" I asked.

Both girls laughed out loud. "You know me too well, Sam!" said Anna. Perhaps unsurprisingly I'd found myself growing a little, what with the jiggling of Sara's glorious globes and the latest adventure tale of the terrible twosome. I guessed Anna had noticed as she leant over, her hand giving me a little squeeze through my shorts. I took a deep breath and resolved to pay attention to the tarmac ahead and not what was happening beside me. Anna clearly had other ideas, however, as her hand expertly undid the buttons, one by one, and eased my now fully hard cock out through the fly.

Her grip tightened subtly and her index finger spread the droplet of sticky fluid across my glans. "Jesus Anna," I muttered, "do you want us to crash?"

She leaned over, slipped her tongue into my ear then sucked my earlobe. My eyes closed involuntarily before I leaned away to break contact before she caused an accident.

I braked sharply and pulled onto the hard shoulder of the road and looked across at the two of them. I asked myself how I'd ended up here, a stunning Norwegian tart slowly wanking me off as her equally stunning - and topless - Danish friend watched and waited, probably planning her own assault on my penis. A broad grin spread across my face. Who gave a shit if they had ripped a few mugs off? I was having the most fun I'd ever had, I was doing things I'd never even dreamed I'd do. I was in absolute heaven.

We were on a quiet road that led through a lightly-wooded area, a kilometre or so inland. The air was still and hot, the interior of the van even more so and my arousal meant I was already perspiring copiously. The excitement of minor criminal activity and hearing exactly what had happened had made me rather horny. I was looking forward to the girls turning their attention to me, now that the job was done. Anna was pumping her hand up and down my shaft, her tongue poking out of the side her mouth as she concentrated on her work. As ever it felt amazing and the sheer naughtiness of the whole situation made it doubly enjoyable but if a wank was what the guy in the shop had got, I wanted more.

"Come on ladies," I said, peering into the woods beside us. "It's like an oven in here, let's have a little stroll and you can tell me the rest of the story."

The girls looked at each other and smiled. "Great idea," said Anna.

*

I'd brought the blanket from the back of the van and the three of us were picking our way through the tall trees. The sandy soil was covered in pine needles and whilst I hadn't really noticed at the, time our previous trip to the forest had revealed how sharp the little things could be in sensitive areas. Sara's halterneck dress was still untied, her stupendous tits open to the scented forest air. I took her hand to help her step elegantly over a fallen tree trunk and she smiled sweetly, her demeanour and grace hilariously at odds with her state of undress. Just ahead of me Anna's round arse was leading the way, the curve of her sumptuous buttocks absolutely evident under her thin white shorts, each half-orb peeking cheekily out from the ridiculously inadequate coverings. As for me, my hard cock was poking out of my shorts like a divining rod, seeking out not water but an equally vital fluid.

Anna stopped just ahead of us and laid the blanket down. As she turned she looked at my erection and grinned. "You did well earlier Sam, didn't he Sara?"

Sara nodded and stepped towards her friend and they turned to face me. Dappled sunlight shone down through the trees and onto the blonde hair of my partners in crime. The cicadas chirruped and the sticky heat rose all around us.

"Okay," Anna said. "Choose your reward. Don't worry about us, this is for doing a good job," she grinned.

My cock was visibly bobbing with every beat of my thumping heart, the tip shiny with moisture. I pulled my t shirt off and moved towards the girls. My hands went straight to Sara's tits, and I kneaded and mauled them crudely. They felt satisfyingly heavy in my hands but soft and so supple. I looked her in the eye as I groped her, her eyes already full of lust, before bending my head to suck one hard nipple then the other, losing myself in the moment before I reluctantly stopped my suckling and sat down.

The girls joined me on the blanket and the three of us kissed, our tongues lewdly slipping in and out of one another's mouths. I felt a hand on my cock and shuddered slightly as a sharp nail was dragged across my slit before another hand cupped my already tightening balls. My hands were exploring as much as possible, from Sara's naked breasts to Anna's still-enclosed pussy but for once I wasn't going to spend time ensuring they came first. They'd told me this was my treat, after all.

"Suck her tits, Anna," I ordered. "Spit on them. Make them wet so I can fuck them."

Anna's eyes were half-closed with desire as she shuffled towards Sara's magnificent chest, a sure-fire sign she was enjoying being told what to do. Sara glanced at me and pouted as Anna set to work on lubricating her friend, ready for me to slide my cock in between her sumptuous peaks. I slid my shorts off and admired Anna's handiwork as she licked and sucked and slipped her tongue across and around Sara's cleavage. Once she was satisfied she'd made them wet enough she turned to me, lifting her top up to leave her own breasts exposed.

"Can I have a little suck first?" she asked in her best little-girl voice, her eyes wide open.

"Yes, baby, of course you..."

Anna hadn't waited for a reply and had enveloped my cock in her wonderfully welcoming mouth. I gasped as her tongue and mouth worked their way all around me, taking me as deeply into her throat as she could. I held her head for a second and grinned as she looked up at me, her nose almost against my pubic hair. Her eyes widened and she did her best to breathe through her nose but he made no attempt to pull away. The tip of my cock bumped against the back of her throat as she practically swallowed me. Not for the first time I had to admire Anna's abilities as an incredible fuck. The girl really did have some great ticks up her sleeve.

After a few seconds with my cock halfway down Anna's gullet I feared the wonderful pressure surrounding my throbbing erection would become too much. As great as it felt I was determined to use and abuse Sara's tits for my own pleasure, so I slowly moved backwards, my cock covered in her thick saliva and I immediately turned to Sara and told her to lie down. I straddled her with my knees and slipped my cock between her waiting mounds. She pushed them together, squeezing the soft flesh around my hard erection and as I began to slowly thrust I was treated the wonderful sight of my penis slipping and sliding along her cleavage, the tip poking out from between her breasts at the top of every stroke.




Fifty Cent Piece Ch. 06



It felt so good, so naughty to be fucking this beautiful girl's tits in a forest while her equally gorgeous friend looked on, encouraging me, and toying with her own body as she did. Anna was squeezing her own tits and pinching her nipples then I saw her snake hand down between her legs, rubbing herself as she watched.

"Tell me what you did in the shop," I said as I continued to thrust. "I want to know how dirty you got."

Anna's wicked grin appeared as she lay back on one elbow, her fingers now buried in her shorts, stimulating her ravenous pussy.

"We weren't really dirty, Sam," she said coyly as she fingered herself. "You're the only one who gets to be really naughty with us," she teased, squeezing her tits together as she did. Somehow I didn't think this was entirely truthful but it was still nice to hear. "It was mainly Sara flashing her boobs and me showing him my cute bum.

"Until you gave him a wank,'' I reminded her.

Anna winked. "Yeah. Until I gave him a wank," she chuckled.

I looked down at Sara whose eyes were focused on my cock as it drove steadily in and out of the makeshift tunnel her sublime tits made. He might have had a great view of them but I was the one with my wet cock slopping and slurping its way in between them.

"Did he get to feel them?" I asked Sara as I picked up the pace a little.

She grinned and shook her head. "No, Sam. You're the only guy to feel my tits."

"Today perhaps, you slut!" Anna squealed, slapping Sara's leg.

"How would you know?" Sara asked, winking at Anna as she spoke.

"Just a guess, honey, just a guess!" Anna laughed back.

The sights all around me and the feeling growing in my groin overpowered any doubts this latest exchange might have generated. Anna's brow had begun to furrow as she concentrated on pleasuring herself and my own levels were on their way. Fucking Sara's tits wasn't as intense as being properly inside either of the girls but I was so turned on by everything that was going on that my climax couldn't be far off.

"Tell me how she made him cum," I panted, Sara's eyes and my own now locked together as I aimed for my goal.

"She rubbed his cock through his trousers as he looked at my big, sexy tits," she told me, her speech somewhat inhibited by the vigorous thrusting going on. "Then she unzipped him and took it out. He wasn't nearly as big as you, though," she smiled.

"Go on," I grunted, "I'm nearly there." A contented sound from Anna's direction suggested she was too. I stole a glance to see her lying back, her legs spread, a hand on her tits and the other inside her little shorts.

"It didn't take long, you know how good Anna's hands are," Sara continued, our eyes again locked together. Her long, flowing hair was spread out over the blanket like a blonde halo. "She turned him round behind the counter and went to work while I picked up the watch. To be honest, all I could see was her arm pumping up and down."

Anna chimed in, her words hard to hear amongst her pants and whimpers. "He came quickly, Sam. Not like you." With that she reached her apex and cried out, her thighs shutting tight around her hand, her head thrown back, eyes closed.

"Come on, baby," Sara whispered. "I didn't see him shoot, I want to see you. Please come on me. Cover me." Her face had that lustful, glassy look again and she squeezed her tits a little tighter to increase the pressure on my by now throbbing cock.

The thought of Sara wanting my spunk was enough to tip me over the edge and my penis let go. I growled crudely as I came, shooting my semen onto Sara's elegant neck and chin, the sound of wet flesh on flesh accompanying my primal groans and Sara's satisfied shouts.

I was breathing heavily, my weight supported on my arms above Sara. She had released me from her grip and was grinning up at me as my cock lay between her sperm and saliva covered breasts, still twitching in the aftermath of y orgasm. "Let me taste it," she said. "I haven't tasted you yet." She shuffled down and gently licked the tip with the end of her tongue, teasing out a last drop of my spunk before tenderly taking me into her mouth and sucking me clean before I became too sensitive to take any more. I leant down to kiss her then rolled to one side to catch my breath.

"You can taste some more, if you like," Anna said. She appeared above Sara and began to lick her clean. Her tongue slid between Sara's tits as it had done before I violated the beautiful mounds but now she was cleaning Sara up, seeking out my sperm. She licked Sara's neck and chin, paying close attention so as not to leave any behind and discovered a little string of my come that had somehow splashed onto Sara's earlobe. All the while Sara watched her friend, a radiant smile on her face at the satisfaction of a job well done.

Anna grinned and leaned to kiss Sara. I watched intently, amazed that the girls could still find ways of surprising me in their sexuality. They kissed for a long time, sloppily exchanging my sperm before Sara looked at me and beamed, swallowing Anna's gift as she did.

"God that was horny," I laughed.

"Tasty, too," Sara responded.

*

If I was honest the forest wasn't that pleasant a place to be after our little sojourn. The hot, heavy air added to the sweaty, sticky mess that Sara, especially, was now covered in and we'd been joined by some loathsome sand flies so we headed back to the van. I handed out wet wipes and we stood by the side of the road, cleaning ourselves up before we entered the oven-like vehicle. Anna had adjusted her clothes so she was decent once more but Sara still had her dress round her waist as she mopped up the remains of saliva and come from her chest, neck and chin. I supposed it had been bound to happen at some point with the amount of public nudity that we'd all been engaged in but just as she was finishing with the wipes and was about to pull the halter neck back over her head a car rounded the corner and was greeted by the sight of two rather flushed looking backpackers and one half-naked one. It was just as well there was nothing coming the other way because of the three people the car contained not one of them was looking through the windscreen as they craned their necks for a better view of the buxom blonde dabbing at her breasts with a moist towelette. Sara, to her credit, barely batted an eyelid and casually turned as the car drove past, ensuring they had the best possible view before covering her magnificent spheres and flicking her hair back and pouting her bee-stung lips as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Something along the lines of pride surged through me as I thought about what we'd been doing that day and how I was the one having all the fun whilst others desperately ogled the girls I was with. This kind of thing simply didn't happen to me. I was the boring, law-abiding square with the safe, sensible girlfriend. I wasn't supposed to be colluding with small-time crooks and then getting tit-wanks off them in the forest. I was fucking loving it.

"Right then ladies," I said, opening the van door for them to take a seat. "What next?"



Fifty Cent Piece Ch. 07



This is the seventh and final chapter in the 'Fifty Cent Piece' series. I hope I've created a story that's a good read as well as erotic. I hope you enjoy it. Do let me know your thoughts as constructive feedback is always appreciated. All rights reserved, © Northern_One, 2013.

*

It appeared as though my modest contribution to the great watch scam had earned me my stripes in the eyes of Anna and Sara. My own watch was safely back on my wrist and I wasn't going to let it out of my sight from now on but I sensed that Anna didn't feel that she needed to insure against me not coming through on my side of the deal anymore. The truth was that I had enjoyed my role in the pilfering of an expensive watch from a clueless shop assistant far more than I had expected. Yes, I did waver at the realisation that it wasn't entirely a victimless crime but the rush of adrenaline from my involvement and the added bonus of having two sex-crazed Scandinavian nymphs to play with afterwards superseded any moral twinges. I'd come to New Zealand to escape the mundanity of life in the UK, to experience something new, to feel those rushes of adrenaline - be it on my bike or windsurfer, or now from breaking the rules, from breaking the law, from fucking the two hottest women I'd ever met. Amelia wouldn't approve, of course, but maybe she was the one who'd been holding me back before. I mean, who gives a shit about a career and all that rat-race bullshit when there's so much fun to be had? Okay, I wasn't quite John Dillinger, or even Arthur Daley, for that matter, but I'd had a taste of something different and I liked it.

I was pretty sceptical about Anna and Sara's apparently chance meeting in the forest a few days previously. I'd pretty much decided that they'd set it all up as part of some elaborate scheme to hook me in. The chances of one highly-sexed blonde bisexual beauty just bumping into another one during a bike ride in the middle of New Zealand seemed too great to be plausible but I'd given up caring. I assumed now that the mystery flat tyre had been part of the plan and that I had indeed seen Anna's blue van leaving the bike-hire place. The biggest giveaway had been that familiar perfume that Sara had worn; familiar because it was the same one Anna used. I still wasn't sure about the whole friends-going-off-wine-tasting business but I was starting to think that the only person travelling with Anna was, in fact, Sara. I had no idea why they'd cooked up such a convoluted tale but as long as I wasn't the one being hustled and I was the one having mind-blowing sex then I didn't really care. Maybe they just weren't that bright. Then there was this business with the dude I'd met in the pub. Maybe there was some truth in what he'd told me about their thievery but I was surprised how little it bothered me. He'd seemed bitter about the whole thing so I'd convinced myself he'd exaggerated the girls' bad behaviour to make himself feel better. By far the most important thing, in my mind, was that I wasn't going to catch anything from them.

Normally, after a week or so in one place, I'd have been moving on, exploring another corner of the country but for the moment I was quite happy staying put. The local attractions being somewhat different to those I'd found elsewhere. We'd all spent the night together in my van and things had gone just as well as on every other occasion. I'd somehow retained enough energy to satisfy both girls, as well as myself and had subsequently slept like a baby. Anna and Sara had gone by the time I woke up, leaving me a note telling me they'd gone into town to pick up a few things and that on no account was I to allow my thoughts to run away with me as they had plans for me on their return and wanted me to be at my best.

It was this thought that occupied my mind as I jogged naked into the lapping surf to swim in the bracing blue water. I worked my way out a little way, the gentle waves not really holding me back significantly, feeling my arms and shoulders loosen up as I swam. I'd not really taken much exercise in the week or so since my life took a fairly radical turn and it felt good to push myself a little bit. I flipped over onto my back and looked back at the beach as I kicked, smiling inwardly as I thought about Anna and Sara. That slightly smug feeling swept through me again as I contemplated the previous evening's antics. Either both girls were extremely impressive actresses or I really was as good a shag as they said I was. Even if they had exaggerated some of their ecstasies, and I liked to think they hadn't, I was still clearly performing quite well and that was a pretty damn good feeling. I took a deep breath and dived backwards, beneath the surface and swam a few strokes underwater, the cool water enveloping me entirely as I convened with nature, unencumbered by any garments.

I kicked hard and broke the surface and treaded water for a while, admiring my surroundings, and allowing my thoughts to idly drift in and out of my consciousness. Yes, I did have some doubts about the dubious morals of Anna and Sara's schemes but this was obviously a relationship built on sex and if I wanted to have more sex then I was pretty relaxed about what else went with it. When Anna had first appeared I'd wondered if she might fill the Amelia-shaped hole in my life but if I was honest her sulks and expectations of being attended to whenever she felt like it suggested she was probably going to be rather high-maintenance and that was something I didn't want on a trip round a country as laid-back as New Zealand. As for Sara, I knew even less about her than I did Anna. Perhaps I'd learn more, perhaps not. I was surprised by my lack of jealousy when it came to the girls' modus operandi. Maybe I'd subconsciously compartmentalised that side of things as something akin to work, or maybe I just found the whole concept of beautiful girls behaving very badly so arousing that I actually enjoyed the idea of Anna and Sara selling themselves like that. Ridiculously, even though I knew I'd probably be fucking the pair of them before too long a little part of me was envious that I'd never be on the receiving end of the hottest hustlers in Australasia but as I swam back to shore, the reviving waters of the South Pacific washing over my naked body I decided that I'd wasted enough time analysing the situation and trying to make sense of it and that I might as well make the most of my good fortune.

Back on the beach I let myself drip-dry as little then jogged long the sand to see if the seals were there. If anything the humidity was worse than it had been. I'd never known weather like this in the time I'd been in New Zealand and I was starting to pray for another storm to clear the air and restore some normality to the conditions. I peered into the hazy sky to see if there were any signs of approaching clouds. A long way out to sea a bank was building but unless the wind picked up and brought them onshore we were in for another sticky, close day.

I reached the spot where the seals had been but there was no sign of them, only the coarse, grey sand, pitted with boulders. I looked back down the beach, towards the camp ground, the source of so much pleasure and a certain amount of confusion but there was no sign of life, other than my own footprints in the sand. I sat on a boulder, its surface smoothed by the action of the waves and sand on it over time and grinned to myself, then whooped as loudly as I could. Here I was, in this beautiful place, completely undisturbed, with the prospect of Anna and Sara to look forward to. This was as good as life could possibly be, surely? A sudden rush of euphoria caused me to jump off the rock and, high on life, high on sex, I sprinted down the beach as fast as I could, grabbing my shorts and t shirt as I ran. I felt an enormous sense of freedom, my nakedness, the place I was in, the sex I was having, the thrill of the hustle. This was better than any drug.

*

I showered and shaved even though I knew I'd be sweating again within minutes but it felt good to wash the salt and sand away. As I dried myself I thought fondly about that first encounter with Anna, right here in the shower cubicle. I must have been looking pretty pleased with myself as I left the shower block as the man I held the door open for gave me a quizzical look. If only he knew, I thought bigheadedly as I wandered back to my van. The camp ground was quiet, only a couple of other vans at the far end of the field.

"Hello you," Sara said as I approached my little plot. She was sitting in my deck chair, drinking a coffee and took me by surprise.

"Hi," I responded. "I thought you'd both gone into town?"

Sara stood up to greet me with a soft kiss on the mouth. Her soft lips pressed against mine a and I felt the slightest hint of moisture as they parted slightly as we kissed. She smelt wonderfully fresh and flowery and, it was so obvious now, also very familiar.

"Anna's got an idea for a little job so she went to have a look round. I thought I'd hang out here for the morning. How does that sound?"

I laughed gently at the question she'd asked. It sounded absolutely fine to me. These changes of plan, odd coincidences and strange occurrences were starting to feel almost normal. I was still on my natural high so I really wasn't too concerned with the hows and whys of Anna and Sara's comings and goings.

Sara looked almost impossibly pretty in a short, white cotton dress which accentuated her fantastic tits wonderfully. Her golden hair was in two plaited pigtails giving her an almost girlish, innocent look but the twinkle in her big blue eyes and the natural pout of her lips hinted at a different story. I pulled out the other chair and took a seat next to Sara. It occurred to me that this was the first time we'd been together alone.

"Would you like some coffee?" Sara asked. "I made a pot. I hope you don't mind."

"I'm fine, thanks. It's too hot for me to drink coffee. Thanks for the offer though, I don't think Anna's ever made me a drink".

"It's so hot, isn't it?" Sara said, flapping the loose fabric of her dress to cool her legs. I couldn't help but glance over as she did and was treated with a view up her dress towards her slightly parted thighs. As I looked up Sara caught my eye and smiled coyly. She held my gaze for a second then looked away, towards the hazy shore. "I'm not surprised about Anna," she said. "She's only out for herself really."

This made me stop and think for a second. It was pretty much an admission that they knew each other better than they'd been letting on. Finally, I thought, I might get somewhere towards the truth.

"So just how well do you know each other?" I ventured.

Sara's eyes met mine once more and her pout became even more pronounced.

"Oh, Sam," she said quietly, "I can't keep a secret from you." As she spoke her mouth broke into a broad grin. "We did have you fooled for a while though, didn't we?"

I smiled back. "For a while, yeah. I think my hormones clouded my thinking. It was just too good to be true, the whole chance meeting in the forest."

Sara giggled gently as she thought about what had gone on. "And you were so helpful," she laughed. "That was very sexy though, wasn't it?"

"It was incredible. You're both incredible. I've never known anyone like either of you."

"Oh you're so sweet, Sam."

We both fell silent for a few moments as the memories of our first encounter filled our thoughts. Then Sara asked, "When did you finally realise?"

"What, that you knew each other beforehand?"

Sara nodded.

"Well, I had my suspicions all along and I got a glimpse of your blue camper leaving the bike shop but then I realised you both wear the same perfume. I thought maybe you'd borrowed it from Anna but that and the fact that I've never met any of the people Anna's supposed to be travelling with kind of confirmed it. Oh, and I met a guy called Marcus yesterday. Does that name sound familiar?" I asked pointedly.

Sara looked a little taken aback. "Yeah, I know who you mean. I didn't like him much." She waited to gauge my reaction. I tried not to give too much away.

"Why did you make up such a complicated story? Is anything you've told me true?"

"Oh, I don't know," Sara said, a note of exasperation in her voice. "It's Anna. She never tells the truth about anything. It's like she doesn't want to be exposed or something."

There was a pause while I waited to see if Sara was going to reveal anything else. I didn't want to push her. Her admission was enough for me for now.

"She came back from meeting you in the shower block that night and told me how kind and sweet you were and that you'd be easy to have some fun with. It's only because you were such a gentleman that she wanted to see you again and when I heard what great sex you'd had I thought I'd go along with her and try you out for myself. Silly, I know."

I looked at Sara. Her beautiful features were set in a little frown and she was twirling one of her pigtails around her index finger.

"God, Sara," I said. "I don't mind at all. How could I? I've had more fun this week than in the whole of my life. I don't really understand the whole hustling thing but I had a lot of fun yesterday."

"So it doesn't change anything?"

I laughed and shook my head. "Call me shallow, but sex with you and Anna makes everything else a lot easier to swallow." I paused for a second, "If you'll pardon the pun."

She looked at me and I watched as she visibly relaxed. Yet again my ego was swelled as I considered the fact that a gorgeous blonde sex kitten was clearly relieved I wasn't going to storm off in disgust. How I'd got here I didn't know but I knew enough to make the most of my luck and enjoy it while I could.

Sara blew out her cheeks and fanned her face with her hand. It was definitely hotter than it had been and we were both perspiring gently. The heat gave her tanned skin an extra glow and when she lifted her dress again, revealing even more of her soft, luscious thighs, I felt a certain urge take hold.

"Fancy a smoke?"

Sara's lips parted almost imperceptibly, just enough for me to see her tongue run over her teeth and across her upper lip.

"What a good idea, Sam," she smiled, wickedly.

*

We were both sitting on the blanket, in front of my van, passing the joint between us. Perhaps it was the weather or just the intensity of the situation but I was feeling decidedly high. The weed was making my mind work overtime though. One moment I'd look at Sara, and see her long, shapely legs that disappeared under her skimpy dress and my libido would soar but the next I'd be filled with guilt about betraying Anna. Should I feel any loyalty to Anna, though? She had probably told me countless lies and half-truths and for all I knew was fucking someone else at that precise moment but still some part of me worried that I'd be wrong to sleep with Sara without Anna's knowledge. I took a deep breath and told myself to calm down. How the girls managed to operate so well when stoned was beyond me.

"Feeling good?" I asked, more to reassure myself than out of any doubts about how Sara was feeling.

"Very," she nodded, a dreamy look on her face. "You're a bad boy, Sam. You know what smoking does to me."

"Do I?" I asked, with faux-innocence, my hormones and my cock seemingly winning the battle of my addled brain.

"I think you do," she whispered, running her hand over one of her tits as the other slipped between her knees, and up her thighs, under the white cotton of her dress.

"Tell me," I urged.

"It makes me horny," she breathed.

"Does it?" I asked, pointlessly.

Sara smiled. On her knees, she shuffled over to me and straddled me, her dress riding up further. She kissed me passionately, her well-cushioned lips hard against my own, our tongues twisting and turning wetly inside each other's mouths. Just as I could feel my own passion rising Sara broke the kiss and took a drag from the joint then turned it round and gestured for me to lean forward before, mouth to mouth, she blew the smoke straight into my mouth, filling my lungs. I inhaled as much as I could manage then pulled away, exhaling great clouds of smoke.

"I haven't done that in years," I laughed, my brain now seriously affected.

Sara grinned and took a final toke then offered the last of the join to me. I shook my head and she rubbed the roach out on the grass beside her. She shuffled closer, her knees either side of my thighs. I glanced downwards at her rising hemline and realised I could see that she wasn't wearing knickers and, unless my stoned vision was playing tricks on me, she was completely bare. Sara's eyes flicked downwards and she smiled coquettishly.

"Oops," she said seductively, "I'm showing myself. You weren't supposed to see that yet," she giggled.

My eyes were fixed on her crotch, eager for another glimpse of what I thought I'd seen. "So I was supposed to see it?"

Sara purred, "Of course, Sam. Do you like it?" she asked, running a finger along her opening. "I've never gone smooth before."

I groaned quietly and swallowed hard. My cargo shorts were becoming decidedly uncomfortable again.

"What about Anna?" I asked shakily.

Sara grinned and shook her head. "Don't worry about Anna, baby."

Sara wriggled downwards a little and lifted her dress higher, revealing herself fully to me. Gone was the little patch of pubic hair, her pussy now completely bare. She shifted herself and sat back, opening her legs wide. As she did her labia opened up a little, revealing the faintest hint of her glorious pink depths.

All I could do to respond was groan quietly. My eyes were fixed on the glistening folds of her exquisite, utterly bare cunt. With her legs wide apart Sara was totally exposed as she sat with her dress round her waist. I groaned my approval of the sight before me and as I leant down to kiss my way up her thighs any lingering concerns about fucking Sara being a betrayal of Anna drifted away. The scent of her deeply feminine moisture filled my nostrils and I inhaled deeply, greedily sucking in the sensuous aroma.

"You like it then?" she asked, unnecessarily. "Lick me Sam." Sara said, her breathing already quickening.

I didn't need to be told twice and, pushing her thighs open wider, I dived between her legs and begin to lap hungrily. Sara tasted almost sweet, her juices covering my taste buds as I slipped my tongue up her slit, onto her already exposed clit, and back down again. Sara squealed as I made contact with her pearl of pleasure and I glanced up, catching her eye. She looked down at me, a vision of pure lust, and forced my head down, back where she wanted me.

"You fucking horny bastard," she panted as my lips closed around her clit and I sucked. Her finger tips dug into my scalp, her thighs opening and closing around my ears as I licked and probed, slipping a finger inside her, my thumb pressing against her tight arsehole.

Sara's body was beginning to ripple as my efforts brought on waves of pleasure. Her pants and whimpers began to build and I had a momentary flash of concern about who else might be listening. Any worries on that score were soon forgotten when Sara gasped loudly and pushed my head away.

"Shit Sam, be careful. You're going to make me come," she hissed through gritted teeth as she surfed the gentle breaker of a miniature climax.

"Don't you want me to?" I asked, peering up at her.

"Not just yet, baby. I want more first. Shirt off, on your back," she ordered.

The temperature felt like it was rising even higher and I pulled my t shirt over my head and then did as I was told and lay back on the blanket. I wasn't sure quite what to expect but I had a fair inkling it was going to be nice. I wasn't wrong. Sara shuffled over to me, her dress still round her waist, and ran her hands up my stomach and chest, pinching each of my nipples and dragging her nails over them. I shuddered at the sensation and went to hold her arm to bring her to me so we could kiss. Sara pushed me away though and began to undo my shorts, before pulling them and my boxer shorts down in one quick motion, my erection springing free like a jack in the box. I looked around nervously but nobody was in sight and then, as Sara's mouth closed around my throbbing cock, all my worries faded away.




Fifty Cent Piece Ch. 07



Sara took me deep into her mouth, sucking hard as she slid her mouth up and down my shaft. Her lips, absolutely made for the job, formed a tight seal around my cock and as she looked up at me, her long pigtails dangling and bobbing as she sucked, I did my best to capture yet another of those perfect images in my mind. Anna's oral technique was pretty amazing but Sara's mouth was just exquisite, her pout the very definition of blowjob lips. With her hand at the base of my cock and massaging my balls she worked her way up and down, her tongue and mouth slurping ravenously. Every so often she would pause at the top of her stroke to suck hard on my glans, her tongue exploring every groove and contour of my cock, then back down, swallowing as much of me as she could.

My orgasm was beginning to build and with great reluctance I told Sara to stop. As hard as it was to not let her finish me off with her mouth I wanted to watch my thick cock slipping and sliding in and out of her delicious, hairless pussy. With her eyes on mine Sara's lips slowly slid up to the top of my erection and she let go, my cock slick with her saliva. She grinned at me.

"Sorry, I was getting carried away there," she said.

"Don't apologise. Your mouth is amazing."

Sara beamed at the compliment and bent down to kiss the tip of my cock.

"So is he," she said.

Suddenly she stood up and lifted the dress over her head and stood in front of me, totally naked. She ran her hands over her body, squeezing her big tits, pinching her nipples, then down, back between her thighs, opening her lips, rubbing herself as she stood in the open. "Do you like my cunt being smooth?" she asked in a sweet, girlish tone.

I gawped at her as she fingered herself, my hand instinctively rubbing my cock as I took in the wonderful sight of a voluptuous blonde girl, brazenly showing herself to me in the middle of a field. Suddenly something inside me snapped, my hormones raging. I had to fuck this little slut right now. I stood up and roughly grabbed her right tit, forcing my mouth onto hers. Our tongues fought for a second before I broke away and pushed her towards the van.

"Get in there, now, you horny little bitch," I growled.

Sara's eyes narrowed and became glassy. She knew as well as I did that this was exactly what she'd been hoping for. She hopped into the van and onto the bed, and I followed her in, closing the door behind me.

Already the van was sweltering but the heat only made things more intense. Sara made contented little sounds as I pushed her onto her back and forced her legs apart. I knelt between her legs, watching appreciatively as she caressed her own body. I bided my time, waiting until I couldn't take it anymore and had to take control. Sara's fingers explored her pussy again, she clearly loved the new sensation of her smooth skin. Using both hands she spread her lips wide open, revealing her innermost place to me. All the while, she had that impossibly sexy, wanton glint in her eye. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that Scandinavian women were going to take some topping. I crudely grabbed her tits, squashing them hard against her chest and pushed my cock against her cunt.

Sara gasped as I slid in. She was wet enough for me to push firmly inside her. I gave her a second to become used to the feeling then began to fuck her. As I did, with slow and deep strokes, she held my hand onto her breast, crushing it beneath our palms.

"Squeeze them, Sam," she breathed.

My fingertips dug into the soft flesh of her magnificent tits and I pressed hard, groping and mauling, squeezing her nipples between my finger and thumb. Sara's eyes were fixed on mine as my hips thrust up and down, sending my hard cock deep inside her, then almost all the way out.

"Harder," she gasped.

I looked down as I fucked her hairless cunt, my pubic hair rubbing roughly against her clitoris, my thick erection spreading her labia wide and squeezed her boobs as hard as I dared.

"Fuck you feel good," I panted. The van was insanely hot, sweat dripping off my brow and shoulders already. The bed squeaking as the van rocked in time with my pistoning pelvis.

"Harder, Sam," Sara pleaded. "Fuck me. Be mean to them. Slap me."

I pounded into her, my balls slapping against her bum, then I slapped her left breast with my right hand, the aroused flesh firm beneath my palm.

"Harder, Sam, she gasped. Hit my big tits."

The lust filling the van, the heat, the aroma of sex, the almost painful ecstasy building in my groin clouded any rational thought and I lifted my hand to hit her beautiful breast again. The sound of my palm on flesh filled the van. A red handprint was clearly visible.

"More," she whimpered. "Hit me hard."

The feeling of domination was intoxicating and as I fucked Sara I roughly slapped her, first one breast then the other, the flesh of her sumptuous tits rippling and heaving. Each blow was met with a whimper of pleasure and as I hit her harder and harder Sara's whimpers became squeals, then screams.

"Fuck, Sam, you're amazing," Sara cried. "Fuck me hard, please."

I drove into her with all my strength, her tight vagina walls gripping my penis divinely. I slapped her tits again, revelling in the sense of power I had over this beautiful woman, taking a sadistic thrill from abusing her heavenly body in such a coarse way. I placed my hand against her throat and pressed hard. Just as Anna had in the alleyway, Sara's eyes widened as she struggled to breathe but I didn't release her, only pressed more firmly as I fucked her; an animal, primal force overwhelming me.

I was going to come soon, I couldn't hold back much longer, and as I allowed myself to relax, and let the climax begin to surge through me, Sara held my wrist, squeezing her own windpipe harder as her own orgasm finally took hold. Her body lifted and fell, she made strangled noises and her legs wrapped tight around my back until finally her orgasm began to fade away and she let her legs fall limply either side of me.

I let go of her throat and she took a deep, ragged breath, finally able to suck air into her oxygen-starved lungs. "My God, Sam," she gasped, "that was incredible."

The sweat was pouring off me and my orgasm was so close. I could feel my balls tingling as it built. Sara was breathing heavily but held my eye as the crucial moment neared.

"Are you close baby?" she asked.

I nodded and gasped a reply.

"Come on me Sam, I want it on me," she begged, rubbing her lips with a finger.

"Are you sure?" I asked, some semblance of my old self still functioning.

Sara nodded. "Cover me," she whispered, her eyes wide and pleading.

I drove into her a final few strokes then pulled out and straddled her chest. With both hands Sara grabbed my slick cock and rubbed me hard. As soon as her hands closed round my erection I came, grunting as thick spurts of come shot into her open mouth, onto her face and into her hair, her hands working up and down my throbbing cock until the last jets of spunk faded away. Sara carried on lightly rubbing me, prolonging my ecstasy for as long as I could cope with it, eking out the last drops, then she lifted her head and gently sucked me clean, before letting her head drop back to the pillow, a look of utter satisfaction across her face, along with a lot of come. Still panting from the heat and my exertions I took one last look at the scene beneath me, the almost obscene sight of Sara's beautiful features defiled by the result of my orgasm and handed her my t shirt so she could clean herself up. She took the shirt but didn't move, just let the post-orgasmic bliss drift over her. I collapsed on the bed next to her.

"That was amazing," I panted, my heart thumping loudly in my ears.

"Yes it was, wasn't it?" Sara asked, giggling.

More fantasies had been crossed off my checklist, including ones I hadn't known were on there but with my orgasm an already fading memory I needed to set my mind at rest. My sadistic streak was evidently as temporary state. I felt for Sara's hand with my own and our fingers entwined. "I wasn't too rough was I?" I asked, a tone of concern more evident in my voice than I might have hoped.

Sara propped herself up on one elbow and looked at me. "You were magnificent, Sam," she said sincerely. "I've never been fucked like that before."

"Me neither!" I laughed.

At last Sara sat up and began to wipe her face clean. "I've never wanted anyone to do that before," she said.

I paused for a second to analyse her statement, the implication being others had but she hadn't been happy with it. "Which part?" I laughed.

Sara turned to look at me, dabbing at her face with the t shirt. "The part where you came on my face, Sam".

"You did it, not me!"

Sara laughed gently. Her laugh, like her accent, sounded different to Anna's but I still wasn't sure I really knew what the differences were. "Yeah, well. I like how you taste," she grinned, licking a finger dry. There was a quiet pause while we both collected our thoughts and regained our composure. She definitely knew the right things to say to me. I was beginning to think Anna seemed like a lot of hard work in comparison. "Fuck, it's so hot in here!" she cried, and flung the door open to let some air in.

Even with the door open the van was still basking hot and the still air wasn't doing much to dissipate the distinctive aroma of sex. I lay on the bed, my hand behind my head while Sara sat cross-legged beside me, her fingers twirling one of her plaits.

"Can I ask you something?" I ventured.

Sara cocked her head to one side and looked at me mischievously. "That depends."

"How well do you really know Anna?"

Sara looked away and thought for a few seconds.

"Not that well, really. I've known her for a few months. We met through a mutual friend, who knew we were both hoping to travel a little bit. I liked her straight away, she's pretty crazy but I loved her energy and the fact she does just what she likes."

I was actually hearing something that sounded like it might be the truth. This was a first. I decided to press a little more. "And you obviously fancied each other?"

Sara turned and smiled. "I'd only ever kissed a couple of girls before I met her. She is pretty hot though, don't you think?"

I certainly couldn't disagree with that but Sara had turned away again and was gazing out towards the sea. As much as I wanted to hear about how they came to be lovers I didn't want to push my luck.

"To be honest, Sam, I'm not sure about Anna," Sara said, still gazing into the distance.

I stayed quiet. Sara wasn't alone in having thoughts like those but with this first glimpse at what was really going on I didn't want to blow it by saying the wrong thing.

"I'm not really like her, you know?"

"How do you mean?"

Sara looked back to me, over her shoulder. "I really think she'd fuck a stranger, just for the hell of it. I could never do that."

For some reason a sense of relief washed over me. No matter how arousing I found Anna's sluttishness at least I now knew neither of them had gone that far.

"In fact, I don't think I could let one of the guys we mess around with touch me like she does. I mean, it's hot and fun when we tease guys and I love it when Anna gets all horny with them but I only fuck guys I like."

"I think there's a compliment in there somewhere," I laughed, a little nervously.

Sara slapped my leg playfully. "Don't be silly! You're totally different, Sam. You've got the best cock in the world," she said, lifting my flaccid penis and letting it fall back to my stomach. I couldn't help but smile at the additional boost to my ego.

Sara had turned back to look out of the van door. I was enjoying the view I had of her perfectly proportioned back and shoulders, her golden hair glinting in the hazy sunlight, the glimpse of her comely breast, its size somehow defeating the laws of physics. "It's the stealing I don't like," Sara said quietly. "I like the thrill of it all and the naughtiness but I don't like taking from other people who've done nothing wrong." She turned to me again. Her tits both came into view. Despite my best efforts I couldn't help but look at them as the jiggled sensuously as she moved. Sara smiled. She knew exactly where I was looking.

"So why do you do it?" I asked.

"Oh I don't know," she sighed. "We started out just shocking people and teasing them -- you know, snogging in public, touching each other up. It was so damn horny!"

I thought about that for a second. There was no denying the sight of Anna and Sara snogging one another would certainly attract some attention.

"Then she started pushing things further -- seeing how much we could get away with, getting things for free if we flashed our tits or whatever. I mean, it is fun, I'm not saying it isn't.

"It is pretty sexy, you're right," I admitted.

"It's funny how easily men can be controlled," she laughed quietly, her gaze once again on the horizon.

"I'm not a thief though." She whipped her head round to look at me, her pigtails flying outwards as she did. "Do you believe me Sam?"

I did. For the first time since meeting these incredible girls I felt like I was hearing the truth. I could well believe Anna had put Sara up to it. She had an amazing control over men and probably women too. I'd seen it in action and she clearly loved the attention as well as the thrill of the illicit scams. I sat up and shuffled along so we were side by side. I put my arm around Sara's shoulders.

"Sara, I do believe you. Anna's a crazy person, I think she could get pretty much anyone to do pretty much anything if she put her mind to it."

We looked into each other's eyes and I leaned to kiss her gently.

"Oh Sam, you're so sweet," she whispered, then kissed me more ardently. "I think we should keep an eye on her. I'll try to make sure you know whatever she's got planned. Turn your phone on and I'll send you texts so you know what's going on."

I nodded. It was quite liberating to know that for once I'd actually have a clue as to what was going on.

"So do you think she's got something else planned?" I asked.

"I'm sure she does. I think I'll have to go along with this one but I don't know if I'm going to keep doing it."

I couldn't help it. My libido ruled me. My cock twitched at the thought of whatever deliciously improper act Anna was cooking up next. I was genuinely happy that Sara wasn't as badly behaved as Anna but the thought of them up to no good again was too much for my feeble brain.

*

Sara was riding me, her hips pivoting to make long, slow, luxurious movements up and down my hard cock. With our heads towards the open door to keep us at a vaguely tolerable temperature we'd soon found ourselves ready for a second round and Sara had taken charge of a much less intense and quieter, but no less pleasurable fuck. Her wonderful tits bounced with every movement and I lazily played with them as we slowly worked ourselves towards another climax. I could feel the tingles of my orgasm beginning to build and was just considering adding some energy to the copulation when Anna appeared at the open door, her image upside down from my perspective.

"Hey you guys," she said, utterly unfazed by what we were doing. "I hope you've saved some for me," she grinned, looking at me. "Don't stop. It's fun to watch. Hey Sam, look," she said, pointing at the sky. "Clouds! It's gonna rain I think."

I glanced up. Sure enough, the sky was darkening, thunderclouds forming high above us. Although Anna's arrival had checked the start of my orgasm Sara's relaxed tempo didn't falter and she continued to firmly fuck me as her friend pulled up the deckchair beside the door.

"Wow, you guys must have been at it while, I can smell you from here," Anna laughed. She fixed me with her hypnotic blue eyes. "No one can resist your cock for long though, can they Sam?"

Genetically incapable of multitasking I was lost for a witty retort, but Sara filled the gap. "Damn right I couldn't. Sam gave me the best fuck of my life earlier, didn't you baby?" Sara said, leaning to kiss me, her eyes on Anna.

"Well, lucky you!" Anna said. "While you've been fucking my guy I've been working out our next adventure."

I wasn't quite sure what to make of this exchange but Sara had upped the pace and was squeezing me tightly with her perfect, naked pussy. My powers of concentration were being severely tested.

"Do you like what I did to Sara's cunt, Sam?" Anna asked.

"I love it. That was your handiwork was it?" I managed. Sara's bouncing was becoming more insistent.

Anna's upside-down face nodded proudly. "I did a good job, didn't I?"

I did my best to nod but Sara had begun to fuck me hard. She was completely impaled on my cock; my pubic hair once again rubbing her clitoris, stimulating her as she ground her pelvis on mine. She was making whimpering noises and was obviously close to coming again. As weird as it felt to be fucked with a non-participating audience I began to drive my own hips upwards to meet Sara's downward movements. As soon as I did I felt the unstoppable force commence.

"You fuck, I'll talk," Anna said, matter-of-factly.

Sara looked at me and opened her mouth to speak but a sudden wave of pleasure took her breath away as the tip of my erection touched her innermost place.

"Fuck Sam, yes. That's the place. Fuck me there," she gasped.

"So," Anna began. "I've found a great little place for our next job. It's really quiet, the guy's hot and it's in the middle of nowhere. Sam, you drive us there and keep watch, we'll go in, do our thing, leave him and his till empty and you be our sexy getaway driver."

Anna carried on, explaining exactly where I was to wait, what the layout of the shop was, where I should be keeping watch and a host of other details about the job. I was close to coming and Sara's face and voice suggested she was too, but I did my best to listen.

"We won't be in there long," Anna continued, "watching you guys is getting me all worked up. Is he hitting your G spot baby?" she asked Sara.

Sara nodded and tried to reply but her breath was taken away by a blissful surge from deep within her. Anna chuckled and carried on chatting.

"Anyway, we might have to move somewhere else tonight as it's pretty near here and we don't want to be recognised," said Anna.

Sara's cunt clamped around my cock and she squealed as her orgasm finally took hold. She pressed hard on my shoulders and shuddered as the waves of ecstasy flooded her body. As she came I did too.

"You know the place, Sam" Anna said. "It's the little shop on the way here."

I cried out as the dam holding back my orgasm finally burst and I ejaculated deep inside Sara, my hips bucking upwards as I tried to get deeper and deeper inside her godlike interior.

Sara collapsed on top of me as the ecstasy slipped away and we lay there, panting for breath, dripping with sweat from our exertions. As I came back down to earth my brain processed what I'd heard Anna say. I looked out of the door towards her. She was grinning from ear to ear.

"That looked great!" she giggled.

"It was," Sara said, her voice muffled by my chest.

"When you say the shop on the way you don't mean the place where the guy always has his fifty cent pieces ready, do you?"

Anna nodded. "Yeah," she said. "Like I said, he's cute and it'll be easy. What do you think?"

"I think it's a terrible idea. He's a good guy. I like him. He phoned his brother to arrange the bike ride, remember?" I wasn't impressed at all. I didn't want someone I'd actually met and chatted with to be one of their victims, no matter how good a time he'd have in the process.

"Oh relax, Sam," Anna said impatiently. "All you have to do is drive the van and keep a look out."

Sara lifted her head and caught my eye, giving me what I took to be a look of solidarity. I gently encouraged her to roll off me so I could turn round and speak to Anna properly. I swung myself round so I was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking out.




Fifty Cent Piece Ch. 07



"Anna, he's a decent guy, he's done me favours. Choose someone else, come on," I reasoned.

Anna snorted. "What does it matter to you?" she said dismissively. "I've checked the place out, it's an easy one, his cash register is ancient -- we'll actually end up with some money this way. I'll cut you in."

I had to talk her out of it. This crossed some kind of line and I wanted no part of it. I jumped down from the bed and onto the grass outside. Anna looked at my still semi-engorged cock and laughed. Sara appeared beside me and stepped into her dress.

"I need a shower," she said, pulling the straps over her shoulders and rearranging her tits inside the material. "Can I have the key please, Anna? You two need to sort this out, I'm feeling too good to be in an argument." She turned to me and pecked my lips. "Remember what we talked about?" she said quietly, then walked off towards their van.

"Put some clothes on," Anna said. "You look ridiculous."

"I don't care how I look, Anna, I don't want you to do this."

Anna shrugged and smoothed the material of her white skirt down. "What does it matter to you? He'll have fun, we make some cash, it's easy."

"It's stealing, you're not thieves. You said it was all for the thrill. Stealing's just," I searched for the right word, "just wrong," I said. I could hear my voice rising in pitch.

Anna laughed again and sighed. She crossed her legs and the ankle bracelet dangled teasingly. "Of course it's for the thrill baby. It's always for the thrill, you know that."

I wasn't so sure that I did. Whether it was my post coming-comedown, the great weight of the claustrophobic air or the beginnings of the truth that Sara had told me I was beginning to have serious doubts about what I'd got myself into with Anna.

"Then why do you have to steal the cash from the till?" I asked.

"Why not? We all need money don't we?"

"But you just said it was for the thrill. You're not making any sense, Anna."

"Look Sam," she said, a note of frustration creeping into her tone, "that first night, in the shower," she looked towards the ablutions block as she spoke, "I had fifty cents. I could have just had a shower but you were so cute, so helpful, such a gentleman," she giggled. "I just thought what the hell?"

As hard as I tried, I couldn't help but smile at the compliments and the memory of that night but nevertheless her argument didn't hold much water at all.

"You think you've had fun so far," she said breathily. "You wait till you see what we'll do to you tonight."

My mind boggled at what might be in store but I didn't want to let Anna think she'd won.

"I'm not that easy, you know," I said pompously.

Anna laughed and leant forward, cupping my still wet cock and balls in her hand.

"Whatever you say baby," she said, squeezing gently. "Just be ready to pick us up at three."

***

I was in a laundrette, giving my bedclothes a much-needed wash. I'd felt the need to get away from the campground and think so had driven into town. I was so fucking confused and I needed to spend some time alone. I sat on a wooden bench, watching the laundry turn this way and that, the washing machine strangely hypnotic. My foot was jiggling nervously. I was in turmoil.

Where had my moralistic concerns come from? Was I just thinking about it too deeply? I didn't know the people they scammed, why was it bothering me so much? A couple of days ago, no, hours ago I'd been massively turned on by the whole illicitness and now I was considering just driving off, putting this crazy week behind me and moving on. On the other hand I knew for sure was that girls like Anna and Sara weren't likely to cross my path again. I believed Anna when she said they had something special lined up for me later and, unless I was reading her completely wrongly Sara seemed to have been hinting that perhaps she saw something stronger developing between us. I cursed my weak-willed male libido and licked my lips at the prospect of another night of wonder.

The novelty of watching my clothes rotate before me had worn off and I was flicking through a newspaper a previous customer had left behind. It was filled with the usual mixture of inconsequential -- to me at any rate - local stories, adverts, and sports reports on the local rugby teams. I gathered a local lad had been signed by a European club and great things were expected of him. I'd already forgotten his name as I turned the page.

Sighing, I folded the paper and dropped it on the bench. It was then that I saw the front page headline: 'Crime spree spreads'. I recalled the other paper I'd seen about backpackers' hostels being robbed. I read the story. Another two local hostels had been hit. The dates matched when Sara had disappeared for those couple of days. As much as I didn't want to I wondered if knocking off backpackers' hostels was her speciality. It certainly seemed plausible and gave some weight to what Marcus had told me. I closed my eyes and recalled that morning's entertainment and the things Sara had said about her and Anna. I chose to disregard the information before me in black and white and thought about what lay ahead that night. The horny little devil sitting one shoulder had thoroughly wiped the floor with the angelic voice of reason on the other. As if by magic my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a text from Sara.

Loved this morning. Thank u! Just u wait till tonight ;-) xx

My dick told my brain to shut up and I waited for the machine to finish.

***

I was driving back to the campground, doing my very best to ignore what I'd read. My morning with Sara had added yet another element to the whole affair and the text she'd sent felt real enough. I desperately wanted to believe the things Sara had said. She'd seemed so sincere, so honest about how she felt about Anna's behaviour, that I was beginning to think maybe we had some kind of future together but the dates of the hostel thefts fitted too well. It could be a coincidence, I told myself but I wasn't entirely convinced. I'd never really thought Anna and I would last -- she was way too high maintenance and unpredictable but I felt like Sara and I had connected, like she saw in me a way of getting things back on track, on a slightly less crazy, amoral path. I really didn't like the idea of ripping off the guy in the little shop -- he'd always been friendly and helpful. Yes, he was going to have some fun but he didn't deserve to be robbed. I hoped I'd still be able to talk some sense into Anna. On the other hand, my libido reminded me, whatever Anna and Sara had in store for me as a reward was undoubtedly not to be sniffed at. Every cloud, I thought to myself.

I peered through the windscreen and into the sky. The wind had finally picked up and there were some serious-looking clouds heading towards us. I could hardly wait; the heat was making it hard to think. I couldn't wait to be able to get back out on the water and make the most of the wind and waves that I'd come here for in the first place.

As I approached the entrance to the campground the girls were there, ready to go. Anna was dressed in her outfit she'd acquired earlier in the week and Sara was back in her plunging blue halterneck dress. Both looked stunning, of course, and as their blonde hair and skimpy clothes flapped in the strengthening breeze I remembered why I'd managed to reconcile the less agreeable aspects of their enterprises. Just as I had the other day, I reassured myself that even if he was about to be scammed, at least the bloke was going to have fun.

I pulled up and the girls jumped in beside me, the three of us squashed together on the front seat. Even with the cooler air the van was still hot and sticky, but the perfume that now wafted over my own unwashed body made the atmosphere a more pleasant one. They both leaned over to kiss me. Sara, next to me, held my gaze for a fraction longer than Anna and gave me a sultry pout and a quick wink as Anna fiddled with the iPod to find something more to her taste. Definitely, I thought. I know she's not as bad, I told myself.

"You could have washed, Sam," Anna teased. "At least Sara washed your come off before she came out in public."

I muttered an apology and pulled off onto to the road.

"I'm only teasing," she laughed, looking out of the open window, her hair lifting and falling in the wind, but always falling back into that neat, parted bob. "You smell like sex. How can that be bad?" Both girls laughed and Sara gave my thigh a comforting squeeze before turning to Anna and speaking in Norwegian. I tried, in vain as ever, to catch a single word that might give me an inkling as to what they were talking about before giving up and concentrating on the road. At least Anna hadn't been upset by Sara and me having fun without her. I mulled this over for a few seconds before giving up having succeeded only in convincing myself that it was all part of some dastardly, impenetrable scheme.

We were soon at the shop and Anna told me to park a little way down the road. The menacing clouds were almost overhead and I'd had to use the van's headlights. There was an almost electric feel to the air and it seemed a storm was inevitable.

The shop itself was just off the road, down a short, steep ramp. From where we had stopped I could see along the road in both directions, and also down to the shop and the path that ran from the beach to the shop. Anna had clearly cased the joint thoroughly and I had to admire her planning skills. My role was simply to keep watch for anyone approaching and then drive the girls away with their spoils after they'd down what needed to be done. I'd feebly complained about using my van as the getaway vehicle -- the board and bike strapped to the outside not exactly making it inconspicuous -- but Anna had waved away my protestations saying her van was unreliable and might not start at the crucial moment. As she had said, we'd have to move on as soon as we'd finished this job anyway.

Inside I was torn, once again. There was an undeniable thrill about what we were doing and the thought of whatever the girls were going to do but I was still unhappy about the target. I'd decided I'd have one last go at talking Anna out of the job but I was annoyed to find myself enjoying the build-up and as the girls smoked their pre-hustle joint and preened and primped one another I couldn't help but enjoy the spectacle.

"You're definitely doing this then?" I asked, half-heartedly.

"We sure are," Anna shouted excitedly. "We're gonna have so much fun," she leaned in front of Sara to rub me through my shorts, "and so are you, later on!" As Anna's hand held me firmly and I began to grow I cursed my hormones and my pathetically weak will. Anna winked and tittered naughtily then spoke to Sara in Norwegian who looked at me and grinned. Fuck it, I thought. If the previous episodes were anything to go by I was in for a hell of a ride later. I'd deal with my morals another time.

Anna flicked the joint out of the open window and stroked Sara's bare thigh. "You ready baby?" she asked her in English. Sara nodded. "Right then sexy, let's have some fun." She opened the door and stepped down onto the road where she made sure she was looking her finest, smoothing her clothes, rearranging her boobs and flicking her hair.

Sara turned to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "OK Sam, you keep your eyes open and text us if anyone comes," before adding quietly, "and don't forget what we talked about earlier. I'll make sure Anna doesn't do anything too crazy. I'll text you if I can." She slid herself along the bench seat and out of the van.

"We shouldn't be too long," Anna said. "Make sure you concentrate now. No wanking allowed!"

"Have fun," I mumbled. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," I said.

Both girls grinned naughtily and blew me a kiss then, holding hands, walked down the road towards the shop. Before they turned to go down the slope, without even looking back, Anna flipped the back of her skirt up and gave me a flash of her bare bottom. Sara's hand was on it in an instant, slipping between Anna's peachy buttocks just as they disappeared from my view. I settled into my seat, switched on my phone, and began my vigil.

Within a couple of couple of minutes the first spots of rain began to land. Big, glassy drops rolled down the windscreen and the sky darkened further. The wind strengthened and I heard a distant rumbling. As the rain began to fall more steadily the familiar smell of water on hot tarmac filled the air. I breathed it in. It was such a familiar smell, one that reminded me of hot summers at home. Now it felt like ther beginning of some relief after the heat of the last few days; a promise of a less sweltering future. My phone buzzed as a text arrived. It was Sara:

Here we go baby. Anna working quickly! Xx

I laughed out loud. She really didn't waste any time. I wondered just what kind of treat the dude was getting. I realised I so wanted Sara to have been honest about not having the marks touch her. This morning had obviously had an effect on me, and her, I hoped.

Suddenly, everything was lit by a brilliant flash as a huge bolt of lightning ripped across the sky followed a second or two later by a deafening, booming crack of thunder. Then the heavens opened and I dived to wind up the windows before everything was turned into a sodden mess.

If I'd thought the storm I'd driven through the night I'd met Anna was intense then this was something else entirely. The heat and moisture that had been building for a week had finally become too much and now the atmosphere was restoring the balance. The rain teemed down in sheets and the wind whipped around me, rocking the van with its intensity. It was as dark as night and I could barely see a few metres in front of me apart from when ferocious flashes of lightning tore across the firmament, turning everything a brilliant white for a split second. I switched on the wipers to try and clear the windscreen but the feeble blades stood no chance against the downpour. With the windows up the windscreen was soon as good as opaque.

I clutched my phone anxiously. It seemed impossible that anyone would be stupid enough to venture out in this weather but I couldn't be sure of anything whilst in the van. I tried to wipe the windscreen to clear the condensation but it was hopeless. I sat in the driver's seat, chewing my lip nervously. If anyone did come they were going to get a shock but unless one of the girls actually had their hands in the till it would be embarrassing but nothing more. But what if they were seen? That was the whole point of me being here, after all. I bit a fingernail and fidgeted, helplessly glancing at my phone as if it would help me in some way. Almost as if she knew I would be looking at it another text came through from Sara:

Anna being a dirty girl, very sexy. He's looking but no touching for me! xx

"It's all right for some," I muttered out loud but I was relieved to hear Sara wasn't in on the action.

After a couple more minutes I realised it was hopeless. I had to get out of the van if I was going to be of any use whatsoever. I rummaged around behind the seat for my waterproof jacket and pulled it on. I peered upwards to see if there was any sign of the storm abating but it was still dark as night, torrents of rain lashing the van. Gripping my phone tightly I pulled my hood up and, not really knowing what I was going to do, opened the door.

A bolt of lightning streaked through the blackness, followed immediately by another deafening thunderclap, seemingly directly above me. I ran towards the shop, strong gusts of wind buffeting me. Within seconds my shorts were soaked, my flip flops slapping wetly as I made for the slope down to the shop. Rivers of runoff water were flowing down the road, the drains already bubbling as they tried to cope with the deluge and I had to stop to rescue a flip flop as it slipped off my wet foot. I uttered several oaths as I trod painfully on the gravel and cursed my choice of footwear. I skidded my way down the slope and made for the shelter of the overhanging porch at the front of the shop, trying my best to stay quiet so the girls weren't freaked out. As tempting as it was to have a peek inside, I resisted, not wanting to risk being seen.

I was out of the worst of the weather and sheltered from the wind by the building. From where I was I couldn't see the path from the back of the shop but anyone entering the shop would have to walk right by me so I figured it would have to do as a vantage point. The storm was still in full force, the wind howling torrential rain almost horizontally. Sheets of water fell from the overflowing gutters and great puddles had formed in seconds on the gravel approach to the shop. The temperature must have fallen about 15 degrees, too, and in my wet shorts I was beginning to get cold. The appeal of this little caper was fading fast. I sat on the little wooden bench and waited, praying Anna's talents were working at full capacity. Here I was, shivering outside whilst only metres away the guy in the shop was being serviced by my partners in crime. This evening had better be worth it, I grumbled to myself. Again, as if my mind was being read, the phone buzzed:

I wish you could see this baby, Anna being such a slut!!! Xx

It was too much. I had to see what was going on. So far I'd had none of the thrill of that first hustle in the second hand shop. At the very least I deserved to see just which of Anna's skills she was putting to use with this bloke was before they robbed him. I guessed Sara would be at least semi-naked, too so nothing else I'd be able to watch them at work.

Crouching, I crept over to the big window at the front of the shop and waited a few seconds, just in case I'd made any noise. It seemed unlikely, with the wind and rain but the sky did appear a touch less threatening, suggesting the worst of the storm might be over. The thunder and lightning seemed to have passed, for now anyway. As I steeled myself for the moment I had to put my head above the windowsill my mind began to flick through images from TV programmes and films: stakeouts, surveillance operations, elite commandos hiding in bushes for days on end. They weren't spying on two girls seducing a guy so they could rob him, though. Another thought flashed through my brain: less SAS, more peeping tom? Fuck it, I thought. I'd heard enough about Anna and Sara's modus operandi now was the time to witness it.

My heart was racing, I'd built this whole thing up so much, but Sara's texts had whetted my appetite. I was pleased to hear she wasn't physically involved, I believed what she'd told me that morning, but the taboo that these girls had broken was so enticing I had to see for myself. I took a deep breath and lifted my head up.

The shop was brightly lit, especially in contrast to the gloom outside but I couldn't see anything going on. I worked my way along the window and poked my head up again, this time with a broader view of the shop. Off to one side, away from the main counter I saw them, the guy from the shop and Anna. She was bent over the counter, him behind her, trousers round his ankles, fucking her as if his life depended on it. It was difficult to see clearly as he was between my viewpoint and her but it seemed she was clearly enjoying herself, or making a very good job of appearing to, as was he. A pang of jealousy shot through me. Hadn't she told me she didn't have sex with the marks they targeted? It seemed Edvard, Marcus, whoever the hell he was had been better informed than I had given him credit for. I reminded myself that I knew Anna was a massive slut; that was how this whole thing had started. I couldn't be jealous, she wasn't mine. It was her very naughtiness that made her so much fun.




Fifty Cent Piece Ch. 07



I shuffled around a little more to see where Sara was. I assumed she was enjoying the show, waiting until he was utterly indisposed before emptying the till and making a run for it. Almost out of sight I saw a pair of legs, crossed, one over the other. There it was, a silver chain, dangling daintily from a slender ankle. My heart skipped a beat. It wasn't Sara, it was Anna. That meant the girl being screwed senseless over a table was Sara. I kept watching, hoping somehow I'd got the girls mixed up but, as the guy shifted positions, Sara's face and long blonde hair came into view. She looked round at the guy and gave him the kind of look she'd given me that morning -- one of pure lust and desire.

I felt like an idiot. I realised I'd fallen hook, line and sinker for Sara's story that morning. As if she was different! She and Anna were cut from the same cloth, I'd been sucked in by the glimpse of something that was never going to materialise. I was angry with myself for disregarding what was so obviously the truth: nothing either of them said could be taken at face value. I slumped down, away from the window and stared grimly at the falling rain. I couldn't be angry with either of them. Aside from telling me a pack of lies both of them were only doing what they did. I should have known, this came with the territory. Another text arrived:

Think he's getting close! Anna's so hot today!! Xx

I glanced through the window once more, just to check I'd seen correctly and now I could see Anna leaning against a counter, Sara's phone in her hand. A million thoughts ran through my mind. Was I right to feel jealous? Not really, but nevertheless I felt stupid. What the hell was I doing here? How had I found myself in this situation? Ripping people off, betraying people's trust. Another look through the window would give me my answer: two stunning girls with the loosest of morals. It didn't take a genius to work out. At least I knew where I stood now. There would never be anything meaningful between either of them and me, how could there be? That wasn't what they were looking for at all. One question remained: was the opportunity to sleep with the two horniest girls I was ever likely to meet reason enough to carry on with the roguery, to continue to erode my moral well-being? One part of me definitely still thought so, that was for sure.

Just as suddenly as it started the rain stopped and the sky brightened, the black clouds scudding away inland. The air felt different though; cleansed, freshened. The oppressive humidity had been washed away in a matter of minutes. As the water continued to spill from the overloaded guttering I tried to think. Anna and Sara had introduced me to a different world. I'd had the best sex of my life and, I had to admit, been given a thrill by their schemes. Now I knew Sara was no different to Anna, in fact possibly more willing to sell herself, at least I knew I couldn't really believe too much of what they told me. Thinking back I probably never should have. As much as I'd tried to ignore the fact that it was probably too good to be true, how could it not have been? I'd have to decide how much of what I now knew to be true to let on. There'd be no point in confronting the girls only for them to throw it back in my face. If I was willing to compromise for the chance to sleep with them again I could, but that was my choice now.

I stood to stretch my legs. My phone buzzed in my hand. I almost didn't bother reading it, thoroughly pissed off as I was. I turned it over to see what bullshit Anna was spinning now. At first I didn't register the different name of the contact. It wasn't Sara, or Anna, it was Amelia.

Hi babes, hope ur well. Sorry I've been quiet, just been thinking lots. I really miss u. Think I might have been silly not coming with u. Fancy a visitor? Phone me. Love u, A xxx

I stared at the phone, my mouth open. I hadn't heard from Amelia in weeks. I'd decided we were finished. I looked back through the window. Anna was emptying the till into a carrier bag; Sara was on her knees in front of the guy, her mouth full as she finished him off. I read the text again, making sure I hadn't imagined it. Amelia. Lovely, pretty, normal Amelia.

I was halfway to the van before I'd even realised it.



Fifty Cent Piece



"Maybe I should help with this." 

My head swam. Yet again I struggled for something appropriate to say. Anna didn't wait for a response. Looking into my eyes she took hold of my cock with her right hand and slowly but firmly began to rub up and down. The sensation was incredible, lights flashed before my eyes as pulses of pleasure shot through me. 

"You helped me out, so I'm helping you out," she grinned, building up the speed. I reached out to touch her breasts but Anna shot me a glance. "Uh uh," she said, shaking her head a little, "don't be greedy now," she said with a gently admonishing tone.

Not wanting to jeopardise anything I smiled and leaned back against the wall of the cubicle. Anna's hand firmly rubbing up and down my cock felt like so much more than a simple hand job. She was releasing all the tension of the day's drive in a way I could never have imagined when I arrived at the camp ground. I gazed at her, once again taking in her breath-taking appearance. Her hair now swept back to reveal her natural beauty, her delicious tits jiggling in time with her fist pumping up and down my manhood. The hot water continued to rain onto her back and Anna cupped my balls in her other hand. She was giving me the wank of a lifetime and I wasn't going to last long. Her ankle bracelet caught my eye. I hadn't had an orgasm for days and was surely close. 

Anna's eyes were on the task in hand but after an involuntary groan from me our eyes met. She smiled sexily.

"Feeling good?"

"God yes," I managed.

"Good," she said. "Me too."

I groaned again as she changed her grip, her fingers tight around my shaft, her thumb pressing the sensitive tip of my cock. She rubbed harder and faster, up and down the shaft, sometimes rubbing her palm around my glans then gripping me firmly again. Her left hand continued to massage my balls and I felt the pleasure rising, unable to control it even if I'd wanted to. The electricity was building in my groin and the intensity was almost unbearable. I closed my eyes then, as my release finally came, my eyes snapped open as Anna's incredible hand achieved its goal. Spunk shot from me in a series of jets, hitting Anna's tummy, tits and arm. I grunted primevally, swearing as my orgasm pulsed through my body matching the waves of ejaculation, the relief and pleasure unlike anything I'd known. My knees turned to jelly and only the wall stopped me from slumping to the floor.

When I came to my senses Anna was looking straight at me, a huge smile on her face. She was still very gently caressing my cock, clearly enjoying the feel of it in her hand.

"I think you needed that," she laughed. "Good job the shower didn't stop. Look at me!"

I looked at her body; thick globs of my semen were running down her front. 

"Sorry," I muttered, "it's been a while."

"Mmmm, don't worry, it's nice. Glad you enjoyed it."

"It felt amazing Anna."

I bent my head to kiss her, still drunk from my orgasm. She responded with a full peck but didn't open her lips. Suddenly business-like, she turned back to face the shower and began to rinse herself off.

"Right, let's finish off before the water gets cold."

*

Towelling myself dry I watched Anna get dressed. She didn't bother with her underwear, just slipping her shorts and t-shirt on, collecting her things and wrapping them in her towel as if she'd been for a swim. I was still in something of a daze. Things like this didn't happen to me but this just had. How often did Anna masturbate strange men she'd only just met? 

Her voice broke me from my reverie.

"Thank you Sam, you're very kind." She opened the cubicle door and swung her anorak round her shoulders. I was suddenly aware of the rain lashing against the building and the fact I was still completely naked. "How long are you staying?"

"Umm, a few days. Depends on the weather really," I said, immediately regretting not having a wittier response.

"Cool, us too. See you around then," she said, turning to leave. "Bye Sam," she giggled, her fingers waving a little goodbye.