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Jen: Route 66 Kicks-Bloomington

By: caprine



JEN: A GIRL, A CAR, A ROAD: GETTING HER KICKS ON ROUTE 66 © 

CHAPTER 2 

Bloomington

[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. With the exception of the historical places and people, all other characters, locations, and events in the story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]

NOTE:

This is the second of a series of stories that I wrote in 2005, that will take Jen from Chicago to L.A. on "The Mother Road," U.S. Route 66. Although each story is a stand alone read, for background , connecting threads, and the most enjoyment, the series should be read in chronological order.

HISTORICAL NOTE:

Baron Renfrew, one of the titles of the then eighteen year old Prince of Wales, was on his strictly "unofficial" visit to the US, and the first royal family member to do so since the American Revolution, in September of 1860. He was traveling incognito under the Renfrew name though it fooled no one. He did stay in Dwight to do some pheasant hunting and the property where he stayed is now the seventeen acre Renfrew Park, named for him. He was the son of Queen Victoria and would become King Edward VII in 1901 upon the death of his mother.

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The four lane version of 66 was much better for Miss Swifty. The two lane version was much more suited to the cars of the '20s through the '50s or '60s what with its narrow, nine foot lanes and other impediments to high speed.

I breezed on down through Braidwood to Dwight at seventy-seven miles past Go. For one ten mile stretch, Miss Swifty was running at well over one hundred miles an hour. YaHoo! Go Swifty, go!

It was a good thing I didn't see any state patrols during that little run. At Dwight, I exited the four lane and drove into town. Although I was no longer interested in the formal classroom, you might have surmised by now that I'm very interested in history and historical sites. 

"Dwight?" you ask. "That's just a wide spot in the road in the middle of the corn and soybean fields of the Illinois prairie, isn't it? What history of interest can you find there?" 

Well, there's a bit more about Dwight than just a wide spot in the road, but it would take a book to tell all of it. I wouldn't have known otherwise and would have agreed with you had it not been for my sorority sister, Beth Anne, at Bradley my freshman year. She grew up in Dwight and never lost a chance to brag about her "home town" and its slogan, "Not Just A Bump In The Road."

I really wanted to drive past and gawk at, the Dwight Correctional Center--the one for Women. It's the only such prison for women in Illinois. So I drove out west of town on State Route 17 a ways to go take a look. However, I had no desire to go inside the walls.

Opened in November of 1930, on one hundred acres of ground, the institution was originally known as Oakdale Reformatory and later, more popularly as the Dwight Reformatory. Although designed for 800 plus inmates, like most prisons, it is usually overcrowded well above that number.

After I snapped a few pictures of the gray, foreboding walls, I returned to town. I took some pictures of two famous Route 66 gas stations in town. 

As I then drove to the First National Bank Building, I noticed a young, "washed out" looking woman standing near the building corner. I parked across the street and took some pictures of the building with both my Polaroid camera and my Leica 35 mm slide camera. The young woman was in one of the Polaroid shots and one or more of the Leica shots.

Finished, I got back into Miss Swifty and drove over to the famous Keeley Institute building to take more pictures. It was once one of the first alcohol treatment centers East of the Mississippi. As I drove back to main street, I again spotted that same young woman, listlessly walking toward me on the other side of the street. 

She sure seems to be an odd duck.

I drove around until I located Renfrew Park and got out to take some more pictures. The park was named after a Prince of Wales who once visited the area to hunt pheasants. 

I was about to get back into Swifty when I noticed that same young woman again. She was sitting on a park bench, bent over slightly forward, and weeping quietly. I stared at her for a few moments.

The woman looked to be late twenties or early thirties, medium tall, washed out dishwater blonde, with a very pale complexion, drab clothes, and who gave off a general air of defeatism.

What the hell, what's to lose? 

Looking both ways first, I walked over across the street to her. 

As I walked up, she snarled, "What the hell do YOU want?"

It was quite obvious the unspoken last word of her exclamation was, 'bitch.' I stood silent for a moment, until she said, "Well, bitch?"

"I've seen you around town this afternoon and now here. I just wanted to see if you were ok."

"Well, Miss nosey, I damn well ain't and what the hell business is it of yours how I feel. And why the fuck you takin' my picture? I saw you takin' it, just before you got in that pretty little car of yours."

My reply sounded a little flat, but I said, "I wasn't taking your picture--I was taking a picture of the bank building. It is one of only three banks designed by a very famous man by the name of Frank Lloyd Wright."

"So who the fuck cares about Frank Floyd. You took my picture and I don't like that!"

I let the name error go, she wasn't interested anyway. I rummaged around in my camera bag that I'd automatically slung over my shoulder when I got out of Miss Swifty, pulled out the offending Polaroid, and gave it to her.

"Here, take it. As you can see, it's difficult to make out your face as I was pretty far away in order to get the whole building framed in the picture."

I didn't tell her I had several more shots on my slide camera.

She looked at the picture, said "Humph," as she stuck it in her blouse pocket. "So whatcha starin' at now?" she asked.

"Sorry," I said, "I was just wondering what happened to make you look so sad and unhappy. That's all. My name is Jen, what's yours?"

"Jules," she said, "what's it to you?"

"Jeeze," I answered, "I was just trying to be human and helpful, for God's sake."

"Yeah? Well we don't get much of that where I come from, that's for sure!"

"And where DO you come from?" I asked.

"The pen, lady, better known as Dwight Reformatory. Been there ten years to the day as of today."

I asked, naively, "Didn't you get time off for good behavior?"

Her curt reply was, "My behavior wasn't good!"

"Oh."

"Yeah," was her reply again.

"What got you in there for that long?"

"Several accessory charges to a couple of burglaries--not to mention a nasty attitude in court."

By now, it was late afternoon, so I asked, "I'm getting hungry, would you like something to eat? I'll buy."

"Yeah," Jules said, "I ain't had nothin' but that prison slop they call food. 'Shit on a shingle' for lunch today just before they kicked me out."

"That sounds yucky, to say the least. Come on, get in the car and we'll go get a bite."

I drove to The Mansion. On the way, Jules said, "Cute car. Didn't know they made one like this."

"No," I said, "I suppose not. You've been away a while. Ten years ago, they made the first one of these and it looked nothing like this one. It didn't even have a V-8 in it, just an in line six cylinder, souped up a little, but a six banger none-the-less."

We arrived and I parked Swifty in the lot.

"The light is still good enough," I said, "I want to take a couple of pictures first and then we can go in."

I got some snaps of The Mansion, the grounds, the carriage house and, of course, the phallic-like water tower. The grounds and buildings were and are another historic Dwight site. At one time, it was the home of John Oughton who was, among other things, the partner of Dr. Keeley.

"Ok, I'm done, let's go in, I'm starved."

It was early enough in the evening that we got by without reservations. When a waiter appeared, I asked for a glass of wine and coffee and Jules ordered whiskey with a beer chaser. Her first one did not last long and when the waiter returned to take our order, she immediately asked for another.

I ordered Chicken Cordon Bleu with corn, mashed potatoes, and a tossed salad with blue cheese dressing. Jules ordered T-bone steak, medium, mashed potatoes, and succotash. She skipped the salad/soup choice. As we ate, I coaxed her story out of Jules.

"Ahhh," she said, "it was that damned bastard I was living with at the time. He was a small time crook, trying to get into the big league. He didn't have what it took, but he didn't know that. He was into sticking up liquor stores and such."

"You knew what he was doing?"

"Shit yes. He made me drive the fucking car. It wasn't that I hated the job so much, I just knew he wasn't goin' much further in his career than where he was. On our last job before we got caught, I ran down a small kid with the car in our hurry to get away--the liquor store owner was shootin' at us."

"Wow," I said, were either of you hit? Was the child hurt?"

"Yeah, Billy Boy was hit hard. I heard the thud of the the bullet and his grunt. I looked over at him and saw all the blood and ran into a damned telephone pole in the process!" 

"Billy Boy died before the ambulance got there. I was in the hospital a month with injuries from the crash. Then it was jail, trial, and that hell hole I just got out of."

"What happened to the child you hit?"

"The kid caught a glancing blow and got a broken arm and was unconscious for three days. Lucky for me she survived--there were manslaughter charges waiting for me if she hadn't."

I was silent for a bit and then asked, "What are your plans now?"

"Got none." Jules answered. "The state gave me this outfit I'm wearing cause they had to burn what I was wearin' when I went in, twenty-five bucks, and said 'Hit the road, sister.' I got no family, no kin, no job, nowhere to go. Where's twenty-five bucks going to take me and how long will it feed me as well? I don't see I got much choice but to sell my ass."

"Oh, surely you can find something other than that to do!"

"Yeah?" she asked, using her favorite expression, "like what?"

"Well, you could waitress or something!"

"Shit, lady, I ain't even got a high school education. That lets out an awful lot of jobs. Waitressing won't fucking work either. I'd piss off a customer in two minutes flat, not to mention the boss a minute later. I don't take orders or being ordered around very well."

Our bill came. I paid with my brand new plastic credit card. Those things are common place now, but they were just being issued in the middle and late sixties. Mine came in the mail, just like today, and the bank cheerfully asked, in the letter for application, if I would really like to have one.

Obviously, I said yes. After signing the credit card slip, I said to Jules, "It's getting late in the day. How 'bout if I get us a motel room. We can talk and maybe we can come up with something for you. At least you'll have a place to stay for the night."

Jules wanted to hit a bar or bars, but I vetoed that as a bad idea for just then. I rented us a double bed room in a nearby motel from an old witch of a woman at the desk who was not terribly happy to rent to two single women.

Jules had only the clothes on her back, so she stripped to her bra and panties, "To get comfortable," she said. Jules filled out that bra quite nicely, I thought.

I was still in my shorts and tube top, so I kicked off my sandals and we then spent a lot of time talking, but came up with no real answers to Jules' problems. We eventually reached a point where we had talked it about as far as we were going to take it and, after a short period of silence, Jules said she wanted to watch a movie. She called the desk to get the price for a movie and a small projector on which to show it.

So I used my credit card to get her set and picked the movie and projector from the front desk. Jules sat in the recliner chair and I sat on the edge of the bed as the movie started. The movie Jules picked out was a skin flick and the action started out hot and heavy from the very beginning. It was a grainy film, but passable.

During a hot lesbian scene that followed a number of hot fuck and suck sessions, Jule's right hand dropped between her legs and she began to moan as her fingers got busy over her panties on her pussy. It wasn't long and I too had my hand under my shorts, rubbing my bare pussy.

As the women in the lesbian scene reached their climax, Jules exclaimed, "Oh, SHIT!" and rose from the recliner to walk over to me. 

When she reached me on the bed, she pushed me down on my back and ripped my shorts down and off before I could blink. She was so aggressive that the word "rape" came to mind. The saving factor was that I was only too willing to let her have her way with me.

Jules dove head first into my already wet and dripping pussy and proceeded to give me a tongue lashing I wouldn't soon forget. She had a talented tongue indeed. She used both hands to spread open my pussy. She licked up and down my exposed slit with abandon. While she used her mouth and one hand on my clit--licking, sucking, and biting me to ecstasy, she used the fingers of her other hand to invade my love canal.

I couldn't help it, I couldn't hold back any longer. I was so aroused by the movie and then her mouth work on me that I shook and shivered, while drooling ever more pussy cum on Jule's face and fingers. 

She was in a frenzy of lust as she increased the tempo of her licking and finger fucking to near warp speed. I suddenly spasmed into a hard, wracking orgasm. Jules, finally looked up, grinned, and offered me her fingers, soaked in my cum, for me to lick and suck. I eagerly took them into my mouth and did just that.

Jules quickly slipped out of her bra and soaked panties, climbed on the bed beside me, and rolled me on top of her.

She said, "Now you do me. I really need to cum, but good." 

Jule's boobs were more than a big man's handful each and were tipped with dark brown, silver dollar sized aureola. The nipples jutting out from them were an inch long, rock hard, and of a slightly darker shade of brown.

Her pussy was covered in a full, rich bush of dark hair, the same color as on her head. I scootched down and stuck my nose and mouth into that lush bush and drank in the heady aroma of her aroused sex as I lapped up her honey.

I licked and caressed her labia, staying away from her oozing slit at first. This elicited groans and moans anew from Jules. I just couldn't stay out of her slit though. My tongue lapped hard while I used my fingers to toy with her mons through her bush, reaching down ever closer to her clit and finally withdrawing back just before reaching it. She bucked hard into my face and fingers.

Without warning, I left her pussy and scootched up again to lick and suck on her tits and nipples, nuzzling in the valley between occasionally. Julie moaned appreciatively as I worked.

"Good, bitch, but I liked you doin' my pussy better."

"Oh, I'll get back there soon enough, Jules."

I forsook her boobs and slowly licked my way back down her chest to her navel. After first rimming her navel several times, I pushed my tongue all the way to the bottom before withdrawing and going all the way, in a wet trail, to her pussy slit again.

There, I gave Jule's clit a thorough work over again with my tongue and teeth and then slipped down her pussy slit to the opening of her love canal. I inserted my middle finger while still tonguing her and began stroking her G-Spot. Jules, like me, already horny before I started on her, could stand no more and broke into a bed pounding, multiple orgasm.

"Oh my God," cried Jules, "you'd rival any Dyke inside."

We spent quite some time more, enjoying each other's bodies before we decided we needed to shower and get at least some sleep before the morrow.

I did not wake until the late morning sunlight filtering in through the curtained window did the job of an alarm clock for me. I looked over to the other bed and found it empty. The bathroom door was shut, so I assumed Jules was occupying it. 

I didn't get the first inkling that all was not as it was supposed to be until I went to the sink to wash my face. The stool and tub shower occupy the bathroom, the sink is on the room side of the bathroom. There on the sink counter was the contents of my purse--minus a couple of items, including the purse. My wallet was there, but the three hundred dollars cash it contained was gone. Fortunately, the credit card was left behind in the wallet.

I don't think Jules had any inkling as to what it was, or if she did, decided the risk wasn't worth taking. My make up kit, compact, and lipstick tube were also missing.

My God, Miss Swifty... Ahhh, there they are, my car keys! 

Evidently Jules had enough sense not to steal a car as visible and identifiable as a Corvette. Thank the Lord for small favors. Small? It was one hell of a big deal that I still had my Miss Swifty.

I also found a note, scribbled on motel stationary. It said, "Sorry--well, not really--but I needed the cash worse than you. I'll solve my own problems, thank you just the same. Take your bleeding heart to someone else. Next time, don't be so damned trusting. I'm outta here!" There was no incriminating signature.

"Well, shit!" I said out loud, to the empty room.

At least everything can easily be replaced, even the money. It could've been worse--she could've taken the car and the card.

I used a couple of plastic bags from the room to corral my personal affects 'til I could buy another purse and then stepped into the shower. I sleep naked, so I was already undressed. The shower cleansed my body and my mind. I put the incident with Jules out of my consciousness as a lesson learned and at the prospect of a new day and new adventures.

As I toweled off and then dropped the damp thing in a heap on the floor by the shower, I inspected my naked body in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. Not bad, not bad at all. Still prime cut. Cute face, upturned nose, kissable mouth with nice smile, full, perky and pointy boobs with nipples the size guys die for, slender waist, and still no sign of a belly pouch. Add to that svelte thighs, tapered calves, very tight ass--yeaahhh, not bad at all!

I climbed slowly into my weekday "uniform" of short shorts, sans panties; halter top, sans bra that was loose enough to flaunt my cleavage and then some. If I bent over much I would be in danger of dropping my boobs completely clear. Sandals, sans socks completed my ensemble.

This was a much more comfortable driving costume than more conservative forms of dress, especially in a low seat sports car. If I thought I might be doing something that would require a little more covering up, I would substitute culottes in place of the short shorts and a more conservative blouse in place of the halter. But still, no underwear.

I walked to the front desk and turned in my keys. The advertised continental breakfast was indeed a "continental breakfast," consisting of coffee, orange juice and a croissant. Not much, but enough, especially the coffee, to enable me to drive down to Bloomington where I planned on getting a full breakfast for a growing girl.

After my third cup of coffee, I ambled out to Miss Swifty. She was parked in the shade of the building yet, so I did not have to get the towel out to cover hot, leather seats. I got in and fired her up, and, with exhaust pipes rumbling, drove her out to the four lane 66 to head on down the road.


Jen: Route 66 Kicks-Bloomington



When I got to the north edge of Bloomington, I took Business 66 into town. Actually it was Normal--Bloomington is the southern one of the "twin cities," and wove my way over to main street which bisects both cities into an east half and a west half. I rambled along until I reached number 1219 North Main, to be precise.

There was located a Steak-n-Shake, a very special Steak-n-Shake. This one was the very first one of what would become a chain spread across the midwest. It was founded by Gus and Edith Belt in 1934. He put the food preparation, "out front" where the customer could see it being prepared. The slogan, of course, was, "In sight, it must be right!"

It was late enough in the morning that I had brunch--a double decker Steakburger, fries, Boston Baked Beans in a ceramic, brown pot, and coffee. I topped it all off with a chocolate sundae. It was one of the original fast foods and sooo satisfying, if not so friggin' fattening.

I'll need to get some heavy exercise pretty soon if I am going to eat like this! 

The twin cities are the home of two universities, Illinois State Normal University, a teacher training institution only (at least yet in 1963) in Normal, and Illinois Wesleyan University in Bloomington.

In six years, Illinois State Normal University would broaden out into a full-fledged university of separate colleges and change its name by dropping the word Normal from its title. The cross-town rivalry, however, never wavered and can gets quite fierce at times. More on that shortly.

After my brunch at Steak-n-Shake, I drove around, sight-seeing on the two college campuses and at the David Davis Mansion. Davis was a lawyer, senator, judge, and close friend of Abraham Lincoln.

By late afternoon, I decided to stay over in Bloomington as there were yet one or to things more I wanted to see and do. It was between late afternoon and early evening, so I thought I should get my motel and then look up a place I had heard of for something to eat again.

In the middle of Bloomington's downtown after leaving the Davis Mansion, I knew I would have to drive to the edge of town, and south was closest, for a motel, one I would want to stay in anyway. So, I drove out to the south on 66 and pulled off to drive into a Howard Johnson's restaurant and motel complex.

I walked in and saw what looked like a college stud behind the front desk. He was six feet or more tall and built like a Mack truck--but a lean one. He sported a flat top head of blond hair with the deepest, bluest eyes I have ever seen. He caught sight of me, only half way to the desk as he came out of his office.

He got one gawk from head to toe and suddenly sported an instant boner that tented his pants out so far that he could have held a three ring circus in them.

What kind of cock as he got in there, anyway?

He nearly creamed his jeans on the spot as he watched me sashay across the lobby to the desk. I had switched to culottes, still sans bra and panties, in the car before doing the Davis mansion thing, no mean feat in a Vette coupe, by the way. Now I had already switched back to tight, short-shorts and a halter top in Miss Swifty before getting out.

My twin 38s were staring him straight in the face with nipples hardened in erection to nearly a full inch and quite visibly poking into my halter top. They seemed to be trying to get through the material and burst into the open air.

My shorts were so tight that I sported a a real doozy of a cameltoe. I could also feel there was about a quarter sized wet spot in my shorts that was threatening to grow larger by the second. I licked my lips, lasciviously, as I stopped at the registration desk. I saw "Danny" on his name I.D. tag.

Studly desk clerk's eyes were about to bug out and he suddenly turned red in the face (I bet he did cream his jeans!) as he stammered out, "Unhh, c-c-can I h-e-l-lp you?" 

I had taken the initiative and I was determined to remain in control of this big, overgrown puppy of a stud. "Danny, that is your name, correct?"

"Uh, y-yes."

"Well, Danny, I would like a room with two beds, please." 

I made sure to lean over as often and as low as I could to give him a real view

"T-t-two b-b-eds?"

"That's what I asked for, sweetie, one for me and one for you."

"W-w-what di-did you say?"

"Just kidding, sweetie, about you that is. But I do want the two beds though. How much?" 

Some cocksure, aggressive college stud this one was.

He stammered out a price and I replied, "Aw, come on sweetie, is that the best you can do for little ole' me?"

I leaned a long way forward as I said that, so far in fact that I thought I might have overdone it and was about to drop one of those sweet melons he was staring at so hard, right out on the desk in front of him.

Danny was really getting tongue-tied now. For a moment, he really couldn't speak as he stared at my cleavage. He gurgled a little. With that, I decided he needed a little prodding. We were still all alone in the lobby.

It was not at all difficult to reach my hands up to the bottom of my halter top and tug on it. Both my melons popped free and dropped onto the desk directly in front of Danny. My hardened nipples stared like two eyes right into his eyes.

"Ohh, Goddd," he mumbled.

It was obvious that he did cum in his pants that time. Whether for the first time or the second, he definitely shot a load.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Danny. How careless of me. Ah, would you like to stroke my little pets before I put them away again?"

He just shook his head once in denial, so I slipped the halter back up into its proper place.

When Danny finally snapped out of it, he at last stammered out a fifty per cent reduction in the rate and I grabbed it. I filled out the registration form and handed both it and the exact cash back to Danny. He gave me the key to a second floor room, 222. I thought I would push him a little more, so I asked him, "What time do you end your shift, sweetie?"

"Midnight," he managed to get out.

"Well, come up and see me sometime, if you're a mind to, that is."

I thought he was going to either pee his pants or cum again as that invitation registered in his brain. I left him speechless and staring as I turned and swished my ass out to Miss Swifty. We'll see if he takes me up on my offer later tonight.

I took my personal stuff up to my room and stripped in preparation for a much needed shower. I turned on the water and got it running a nice, soaking warm temperature. I just stood there for a bit, allowing the very warm water to cascade over me and relax me.

Thinking about the stud desk clerk, Danny, I let my left hand drift to my pussy and my right hand fell onto my left boob. My left hand moved in slow circles, the warm water fell on both my boobs and then down onto my pussy.

I felt my pussy cream flow as I imagined what I would do to Danny and what I would feel like with his cock where my finger now played. With my thumb on my clit and my middle finger, like a miniature cock reaching for my G-Spot, I stroked myself faster and faster. 

My clit responded with an erection to be proud of. I continued to caress that big bud with my thumb and first finger with my middle finger still stuck in my love canal. I should perhaps mention that I have very long, piano playing, fingers.

My orgasm built and built until it finally burst over me in wave after wave of pure erotic pleasure. Soaping up after that, almost got me going again. I rinsed for a long time before finally stepping out to dry. I got changed back into a clean pair of tight, short-shorts and a loose halter top that would show tons of cleavage if I allowed.

Back at the parking spot, I unlocked and got in Miss Swifty and headed back downtown to 116 East Market Street. Even Peoria Bradley students, at least some of us, had heard of the Lucca Grill or "Lucca's," and I wanted to check it out.

I managed to slide into a parking slot right out front as it was being vacated by another patron. It was already twenty-nine years famous as it had been founded in 1934 by the brothers Fred and John Baldinni. They named it after their home town, Lucca, Italy.

With its antique mahogany bar, ornate tin roof (ceiling, that is), and the claimed home of the first pizza in central Illinois, it has long been home to ISNU and Wesleyan students as well as many, many others.

As I stepped into the place, I stopped and looked around a moment to get the lay of the land. I located a small table momentarily free and sat down. I ordered a pizza with everything and a beer. Heads had begun to turn, male heads first and then female heads to see what the males were all looking at, as I walked in and continued to follow me as I walked to the table.

My cameltoe was very evident and my nipples grew erect instantly at all the attention I was getting, poking into my top, as I thought sexy thoughts and surveyed the crowd. I could also feel my pussy nectar wetting my nether lips, though no spot yet showed on my shorts. But that would change very quickly.

Several heads were still looking my way. They were college boys, three wearing Wesleyan colors (green and white) and three with ISNU colors (red and white). They had been in earnest conversation until they turned, open mouthed, to stare at me as I sashayed to my table, close by theirs.

Just loud enough for my ears, I heard comments like: "Whoa, look at that cameltoe!" Or, "Hey, no bra on that one!" Or, "I sure would like a piece of her!" 

When I turned and smiled their way, they slowly turned back to resume their conversation. They were evidently arguing about who was better, Big Green or Big Red, in everything from school purpose, sports, social activities, virile men, luscious coeds, to you name it. I listened, smiling, sometimes giggling, at their comments while waiting for my food.

They kept at it while I ate, with occasional leering looks my way.

"Shit!" one of them said, "She's sex incarnate! She's pure sex on the hoof!"

When I finished, I took a fresh beer and a chair and walked over to their booth, sitting down at the open end.

"Mind if a girl joins you, guys?"

"Not at all, sit right down!" was the unanimous and collective reply.

"I'm Jen," I said.

One of the really studly Greens sitting immediately to my left said, "My name is Stan. Stan, the man," he said.

The other two Greens followed suit with names. Then the two inboard Reds named themselves. Last came the Red sitting immediately on my right.

"My name is Rondo," he said. "All of us here are seniors, just lettin' of a little steam tonight." Rondo and Stan appeared to be the spokesmen for their respective groups.

I felt a hand come to rest on my right thigh (Rondo's) and a different hand (Stan's) dropped onto my left thigh. After they met no resistance, each hand moved up towards the apex of those thighs until the two hands met over my pussy mound. Both hands backed off a short distance for the moment, but remained in place, lightly rubbing my inner thighs. All this happened in just seconds and as I continued.

"I heard you guys arguing. I have just one question."

"We're all ears," said one of the Greens.

"We sure are," seconded one of the Reds.

"Well," I replied, "What I want to know is, which studs are the better lovers--the Greens or the Reds?"

Stunned silence for several heartbeats was my first answer. "Well, which ones?" I prodded.

When they found their voices again, each side vehemently protested that, of course, their men were the best lovers. Stan and Rondo led the argument from there.

After listening to them argue for some time, I said, "Well, as I see it, there is only one way to settle this argument."

"And just how do you propose to do that?" Rondo asked, hopefully.

With equal lust in his eyes and hope in his voice, Stan said, "Yeah, I would be interested in that answer too."

"My, my, guys, it really is your lucky night. Two of you are going to have to back up your talk with some hard action, if you catch my drift."

"Oh, we catch your drift very well," said Rondo, "no question about that!"

"So which two?" came a chorus of hopeful voices.

I felt the two hands on my thighs move again and they began to take turns rubbing over my pussy. I opened my legs to give them better access. The wet spot that had begun to appear a little bit earlier, now expanded, rather quickly as I continued.

"Oh, I don't think there is any question on that score," I replied, "I think the two claimed biggest studs here are Stan and Rondo, don't you?"

While Stan and Rondo smiled but remained mute, their supporters hooted and hollered in agreement.

"Ok, ok," I said, "calm down now. Let's see, it's now six p.m. Give me an hour and then, Stan and Rondo, you two only now, come out to Ho Jos and room 222. You each get an hour and a half to back up your claims--while the other one watches. Seven sharp now, hear?"

With that, I got up, swished my ass to the register, and paid my bill. Once again, I had a lot of eyes on my half exposed backside swaying as I walked. The wet spot had grown enough to also be visible from the front of my shorts. Hey boys and girls, look and weep at what you're missing.

I drove back to the motel, tucked Swifty in for the night, and climbed the outside stairs to the balcony/walk way to my room. Since I had barely been in the room earlier, there wasn't much to tidy up.

I took a quick shower again, used body powder lightly and some make up with a final application of a little perfume/cologne in all the appropriate places. I was wearing a sheer, ankle length peignoir, with nothing underneath, when I answered the knock on the door at one minute before seven. Yeah, I brought that peignoir alone for special occasions like this one.

Rondo and Stan stood at the door, their very erect cocks proudly tenting out their pants and leading the way as I ushered them into the room. "Ready for a double header ball game, boys?" I asked.

They just dumbly nodded their heads yes. "Who gets to bat first?" I asked.

Rondo stepped forward. 

They must have worked this one out before they got here.

"We flipped a half dollar before we knocked," Rondo confirmed.

"Ok," I said, "first thing, I want you both to strip and stand facing me."

With little hesitation, both hunks jumped to comply and immediately did as requested, clothes flying.

"Now, I want you to stand side-by-side with each other but about two or three feet apart. I need some room to maneuver. Also, NO TOUCHING me until I tell you that you can. It's my show to start. OK?"

"OK!" they both chorused in unison.

Still in my peignoir, I stepped up to and into Rondo and began to rub my whole body up and down his, face to face, the sexy material of my peignoir providing titillating feelings on our skin as I moved. His hands started to come up to my butt.

I slapped them away. 

"NO TOUCHING!" I said, "Remember? Not until I tell you!"

"OK," Rondo said, dropping his hands back to his sides.

My 38s rubbed up and down Rondo's chest, his already stiff cock poking up between us on my belly got some of the action, enough that pre cum was bubbling out of the helmet, spotting my peignoir in a couple of places.

My hands were on his butt, pulling Rondo tightly into me. I abruptly stopped, leaving him hanging and very hard where it counted. I backed up a step or two. Then I walked over to Stan. 

I turned my back into him and performed the same general action, rubbing all of my body backside up and down his front. Once again, my peignoir providing that scintillating touch on our skin. His precum was already bubbling from his watichin' Rondo and I perform.

Stan's hands touched my hips and I slapped them away just as quickly as I had Rondo's. "The same goes for you, Stan, NO TOUCHING until I say you can. Got it?"

"Got it."

I suddenly bent over forward and concentrated my butt action on his dick, rubbing my ass up and down the length of his shaft. His tool got into the upper end of my butt crack, pointed straight up my back, and got a little friction working for him.

I should probably point out that Stan had a more or less "normal" size cock, six or at most, seven inches long and fairly fat. Rondo, on the other hand, had a cock maybe two inches longer than Stan. It was also maybe an inch fatter. But either one was a tool well worthy of the fun and games I had in mind for the evening.

Before Stan could get to far along towards climaxing, I stood up and walked away from him too. I went over behind Rondo. I rubbed my tits, still in my peignoir, up and down his back and ass. I reached around in front of him and slowly, teasingly jacked him for a couple of strokes with my right hand.

My left hand reached under Rondo and between his legs, forcing them apart some, to grab his balls and play with them. I felt the shaft of Rondo's uncut cock begin to swell and pulse and his balls draw up tighter. I immediately stopped what I was doing and, with my right hand, put a choke hold at the base of his cock to keep him from cumming.

Rondo groaned in pain and pleasure. When all danger of him shooting his wad had passed, I moved over to Stan and repeated the process on him. He almost shot his wad before I caught him, just in time.

I returned in front of Rondo, let the Peignoir slip slowly down my body to pool at my feet on the floor, and slowly dropped to my knees in front of him. My fingernails lightly raked his body all the way down until I took hold of his cock with my right hand and put it in my mouth.

As I slowly jacked him up and down, my tongue licked his helmet on the down stroke. On the upstroke, I allowed the foreskin to cover both his helmet and my tongue and kept my tongue moving around under the foreskin, doing a full three-hundred and sixty.

Probably because both guys were so horny and aroused, even as they walked in the door, and then my ministrations up to this point, Rondo lasted thirty-eight seconds under my jacking and sucking before he shot a king size load into my mouth and throat. I swallowed all eight squirts of his ropy hot cream and sucked him dry of any remnants.

I turned to Stan only to see precum and maybe more, oozing in a stream from his cock as he watched us. I got up and stood before him. I let his eyes roam my body while his cock continued to stream cream. This time it was Rondo who again had to watch.

Slowly, I dropped in front of Stan and latched on to his cock before he spend himself completely. I attempted to repeat my cock sucking performance, but I found instead, a very embarrassed Stan, shooting a tremendous wad into his hand and onto the floor before I could get to his cock. 

Just watching my action on Rondo and his elevated state of arousal, made him shoot. I think he also got too carried away stroking himself. Anyway, bang! "Well, now what?" I asked. "I got two limp dicks and I haven't been touched yet. I thought you studs had staying power. Where is it? How fast can you recharge? I told you that you each had an hour and a half to perform up to your brags."

"Yeah, but you shot us off right off the bat and..."

I interrupted, "So what? You guys bragged you could outperform anyone or anything. Show me."

"We will. It will only take a second for us to recharge. It will happen faster if you'll help out."

"All right, I will show some mercy."

So, I grabbed both by their limp dicks and led them to the bed. I had them lay down on their backs next to each other. I straddled their inside legs and dropped my mouth to Rondo's cock. Sucking and jacking him, I got a quick rise from him. I released his cock and turned to Stan's. Again, sucking and jacking had him hard very quickly.

"Well now, at least you'll both last a lot longer since you've both shot off your first hyper loaded wads."

"We're ready," they chorused.




Jen: Route 66 Kicks-Bloomington



"All right now, but first you have to show me what you can do with your hands and mouths. Rondo, you start on my pussy and Stan, you start on my boobs and above."

For half an hour, they each did their thing. My pussy got stroked, sucked, and fingered really good. My clit and my G-Spot got a real going over. My pussy was bucking hard in short order.

Likewise my tits got a good work out. Stan was stroking, licking, sucking, and once in a while, biting for all he was worth. I managed to jack on one or the other just often enough to keep both cocks stiffly erect.

Once my orgasm started, which did not take long to begin, it just continued to roll on and on in multiple blasts for most of the time those two studs worked on me. I finally had them switch ends while my orgasms continued to roll.

At last, I could take no more. I needed cock inside me in the worst way.

"All right. "Now I'm ready for those cocks, boys. Rondo, on your back. I'm going to mount you to ride cowgirl and I want your big dick in my pussy. I lined up on his big fuck stick facing him and wiped it up and down my slit for some lubrication. If anything, it grew even bigger with my attention, and I slowly lowered myself onto his helmet.

With just the helmet in, that dick did swell some fatter, but I kept slowly sinking down until I finally had it all in, balls deep. I just sat still for a bit, relishing the feeling of fullness in my stretched pussy.

"OK," Stan," I said as I bent forward so my tits tickled Rondo's chest, "stick yours up my ass."

Stan straddled our legs, wiped his dick good in the combined cum juices of Rondo and I, and placed his piece of man meat at the entrance of my back door. He paused, used a finger to gather more cum juices, and spread that around my rosette.

Then he slowly pushed his stiff dick into me, bit by bit. Once he managed to pop through my sphincter, the going was much easier and much less painful. Once Stan was all the way in, both studs just lay motionless as we all enjoyed the double penetration.

Finally, I said, "Ok, guys, start stroking, very slowly. Let's feel the fuck all the way. I'll tell you when to increase speed."

So, the two of them stroked in and out until they found a rhythm in unison, with only the thin membrane of skin separating their two cocks. To me, it felt like heavenly ecstasy, a supreme fullness of erotic pleasure. Later the guys said it was an extra turn on for them to be able to feel each other's cock while fucking me.

When they shot their wads, Stan shot first, filling my ass with a load of warm, sticky cum. Rondo took a little longer. He shot off his load soon, though, filling my pussy with his contribution of warm cum. 

Stan backed out first, making a loud and squishy "pop" sound as he exited through my sphincter, with a still semi-hard cock. Rondo also was not fully deflated as I eased up and he "plopped" out of my pussy.

"Well, guys," I said, "your time is up. If you want to shower, do it quickly and get dressed. I want to get some sleep yet tonight.

After both Stan and Rondo returned to the room, Stan asked, "Well, Jen, who's the best, Green or Red?"

I considered a moment or two, to keep them on edge, and then said, "Boys, it's really too close to call. I'd have to say it's a dead draw! Inconclusive."

But I just couldn't resist a final tease. "I just have to say though, I don't think either of you boys could cut it with the girls from Bradley. Not from the experience of my two years over there. But you gave it the old college try and would run a very close second," I said in consolation.

The two studs dropped their chins, incredulous at my statement.

"Just kidding, guys. You two could hold your own in any college sex orgy, bar none. You were both fantastic."

I could just see their male egos inflate with my praise. After all, I just couldn't send them away feeling inferior, now could I?

"Now I think it's time you two took a hike, I have to get my beauty sleep you know!"

Rondo and Stan both sighed and then Rondo said, "It was our pleasure, Jen, you are really something. I hope we gave you as much pleasure as you gave us."

I kissed them both and they walked out the door and into the night. I went into the bathroom to shower and soak again.

By the way, for those of you who are wondering, I was not stupid--I was practicing what today is called, "safe sex." The introduction of "the pill." in 1962, just a year before the events of this story took place, was to fuel one of the many so-called "revolutions" that so filled the 1960s, in this case, the sexual revolution.

I was just on the leading edge of that one. I was one of the first in line at the doctor's office to get a prescription. And, I was one of many to be more than happy to say good-bye to those distracting inconveniences called condoms--at least until the scare of the Big "A" appeared in the 1980s.

I had been soaking in the tub/shower for nearly an hour and the water was dropping below luke warm. I drained the very full tub and completed a full body soaping up. I was just about to switch on the shower head when there was a knock on the door at five minutes past midnight.

I thought I knew who was at the door and if not, it didn't really matter. I stepped out of the tub, full of soap suds and walked to the door, dripping, but otherwise, bare ass naked with no wrap of any kind. I dripped a soapy wet trail all the way. I opened the door and there stood the desk clerk, Danny.

Well, well, well, a triple header tonight after all! Danny just stood there, speechless, as my swinging 38s swung. Right in his face. And my nipples almost went "Boing!" right in front of his eyes as they erected a full inch from my silver dollar sized aureola.

At that point, I seemed to remember the old Alan Lunt show, Candid Camera, and the skit called, "What Do You Say To A Naked Lady?" I chuckled and Danny just continued to stare, frozen in place. Well, I thought, I guess it's going to be up to me to throw the first pitch, so to speak. So I did.

Dan's cock was again in the condition I had last seen it, tenting out his trousers to the point of painfulness. Before he knew what hit him, I reached out and unbuckled his pants, dropping them to the floor and quickly pulling his BVDs down as well. 

His pulsing hard dick, dripping precum already, bounced up into full view and bobbed up and down in anticipation. Dan's red face turned even more red, if that were possible, and produced a silly look as I grabbed hold of his erection and led him hobbling into the room. I kicked the door shut behind him and shoved the security locks home, still holding on to that fat piece of man meat with my left hand.

Still maintaining the upper hand, already sticky with precum, pun intended, I looked Dan straight in the eyes and said, "Kiss my tits, bite my nipples, NOW!" 

Once again, I wanted to immediately set the tone of this little assignation as I had the previous one: I was in charge.

As if suddenly snapping wide awake, Dan grinned with delight and moved into me to comply with my commands. While he started on my tits, I began stroking his lovely cock, all ten inches of it. 

That dick was so fat I could JUST get my hand around its uncut circumference. I was not exactly dry myself, in fact, I was soaked with pussy juice again, not just soap suds.

Something had awakened Dan's hormones, because he now moved quickly, even with his pants and shorts still on the floor around his ankles. He managed to turn me into the wall, back side first, and stick his cock between my legs. I got the general gist of his intentions and jumped my legs up around his waist while he held his cock on target and pushed.

He managed to go slowly at first, until he got a firm grip inside my pussy and my pussy adjusted to his girth. He slowly proceeded to sink his man meat to his balls in one steady, but gentle thrust as my pussy expanded to accommodate it. He must not be a virgin if his care getting into me was anything to go by.

MY, My, Danny Boy, I thought, maybe you are a more aggressive stud than I first thought! 

Dan then proceeded to thump and bang me into the wall so hard, that the wall picture a few feet away, crashed to the floor in a splatter of glass and noise. We both got into it, and sweating heavily, pounded away into each other with a frenzy. I squeezed my crossed legs and heels into his back and ass, drawing Dan even tighter into me as we thrust at each other.

My swinging 38s did not so much swing as they bounced and danced up and down and into Dan's chest with all this heavy humping to the point that they became painful. It's a good thing Danny had me up against a wall as I was so slippery with soapy water that he had a hard time holding onto me.

Until, that is, Dan pinned me against that wall with a final, deep and plunging thrust that sank further into me than any man had a right to, and pumped one hell of a load of cock cream into my pussy as he shuddered and moaned into a spine tingling orgasm of lust and erotic pleasure.

His release triggered mine. I screamed and shuddered into an orgasm of my own, squirting pussy juice in a Niagara shower around Dan's cock and smearing us both with our mixed cum juices. My orgasm rolled out in at least four back-to-back releases of orgasmic pleasure.

"Jesus, fucking Christ," Dan whimpered, "you got the whole fucking cheerleading squad beat for a good fuck, Jen! Damn, but you ARE GOOD!"

Dan said that as he withdrew his still semi hard cock with a squishy sound and stood back. We stood there, looking at one another, dripping our combined cum juices all over our legs, as I continued our conversation.

"What do you mean, I managed to croak, between gasps for air, 'the whole fucking cheerleading squad'?"

"Just that," he replied, "I'm not the quarterback or any other kind of fucking jock. I'm captain of the cheerleaders! There are eight coeds and me and I have fucked every one of them every which way from Sunday. You top them all."

Boy, I must have really caught him totally off guard that first time at the motel desk. Maybe it was just the unexpectedness of it or the public nature of the meeting or maybe a combination of both. Either way, Danny was a lot more experienced than I would have guessed from that first meeting.

"Well, thank you for that erotic compliment. You are not too damned bad yourself. You have more to give for the evening, I hope."

The ringing of the telephone suddenly interrupted us. "What the hell?" I asked as Dan picked up the hand set.

"Speak," said Dan. He listened a moment, said ok, and hung up. "Desk clerk," Dan said, "He got three phone calls about all the noises coming from this room what with the banging on the wall and all."

"I guess we better be a little quieter in our orgasms and quit humping on that wall. Back to my question, you have more, I hope?"

"Damn betcha. Just let me get out of these impediments and let me get you on that bed."

With that, Dan stripped off the rest of his clothes and picked me up in his arms, his mouth on my right nipple, and carried me to the bed. He flopped me down on my back on the bed and climbed aboard, climbed aboard the bed and me, that is.

He straddled my legs and bent his mouth to my tits. I have been on the receiving end of such attention before, but few, damned few, were better than what Dan gave my boobs in the next minutes. He had an extremely talented tongue, which he would demonstrate on my body again and again over the course of the next several hours.

When I had almost more than I could take, I rolled him over and scooted down to his semi-hard cock. I grabbed hold to suck and lick like I never had with a cock before. In, under, around, and over--under the foreskin, in the pee hole for the precum, up and down the shaft of that long suckable dick.

Both his large balls filled my mouth, one at a time. Dan was writhing in erotic agony as I worked. Then I slowed down and jacked his dick in slow, long strokes, sucking on his cock head only when my down stroke uncovered that gorgeous helmet.

Dan's balls contracted, his cock pulsed and throbbed, expanding in circumference just a bit, and exploded warm cum into my face and tits. The cum dripped down onto his lower belly. We lay quietly for quite some time with my hand holding tightly to his cock and one of his hands caressing and holding my boobs.

Eventually, as we stroked and caressed each other again, quietly and slowly, we both found ourselves aroused a second time and Dan's cock once more stood at rigid attention. I got on my hands and knees on the bed with my ass in the air and my head on a pillow while Dan climbed on behind me and fucked me doggie style, slow and easy.

Only after he felt me to be as ready as he, did Dan thrust deep and strong to cause us a mutual climax of pleasure. Dan laid me on my back and licked me clean of our combined cum. He even inserted fingers in my pussy depths and drug out all he could and swallowed it, offering me tidbits of the love cream on his fingers.

When he was done with me, I returned the favor, licking his cock clean of all our mixed cum. We remained on the bed, locked in a loose embrace, face to face and fell asleep until the rays of the morning sun woke us from a sex drugged sleep.

Well, I wasn't in total control that time, but I felt no loss in allowing Danny to ge the in control for part of the time. Better watch myself.

I woke first and after some minutes of clearing my head, began to work on another head, Dan's helmeted one. I sucked him to a full erection and full wakefulness just before he unloaded a big wad into my mouth as reward for my efforts.

I said, "Dan, it will be a very long time and I still will not have forgotten you and this past night. But its time for you to shower and dress. I've got to get back on the road. I won't shower with you because if I did, it would be all day before I got going on my way. So, git,"

I grinned. Dan did as requested. With a last kiss and squeeze of my naked pussy, he was gone in the morning sun. What a fucking (pun intended) night.

After another two hours of preparation, mostly in the tub and shower, I finally packed the car, and walked to the office to pay my bill. I found that it had been comped, thanks from Dan for our night together. 

So, I returned to Miss Swifty and fired her up. The resulting rumble of exhaust was music to my ears as I eased her out onto the four lanes and, shifting the manual four speed through the gears, let her out to run. On to Springfield and points south. YaHoo! Go Swifty, go!"

Finis

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