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Vegas Night

By: malgbs



The bar was a serene island in the midst of the clanking of coins and mechanical whirring as the sea of people inserted their dollars into, and sometimes took them from, the rows of gambling machines in Caesar's Palace. I had retreated to the bar for a large gin and tonic, having had enough of winning, and then losing, for the time being and was idly watching my fellow drinkers. Men and women, who had obviously only just met, pairing off and disappearing to the elevators to add sex to their indulgence in an orgy of alcohol and gambling. The bartender wandered over toward me and I answered his expectant gaze, "I'll have another, please, barman."

"Sure," he muttered, "You an Aussie?" 

Aware that my abrupt, "No," was curt, I added, "A Brit, from the UK, a very different accent!"

It was at that moment that I heard the soft tones of a female, Birmingham, England, accent ordering a Screwdriver from one of my helpmate's colleagues. I looked round, anxious to appear casual, and saw Sandy, as I was to learn was her name, perched on a stool some distance from me. She had recognised my accent and her lips, with their pronounced Cupid 's Bow, parted in a half-smile.

After a moment, I wandered over to her and said, "Couldn't help but notice the Brit accent, I'm afraid we Brits stick out like sore thumbs in here." She laughed as I drank in the slim figure dressed in a white T-shirt and jeans, the shirt bulging outwards over her breasts and the tight jeans seemingly painted onto her legs. My gaze returned to her face: jet-black hair, ebony eyes, pert rounded, maybe broad, nose and full lips. "Hmm, gorgeous," I thought.

"Well," she announced, "I'm going to go and get something to eat," and paused, adding after a brief silence, "Coming with me? Or aren't you all on your own like me? I'm Sandy by the way and I think you've guessed where I'm from!"

"OK, fine, I'd love to," I confirmed, "Yes, I am here on my own. I'm Max, born near London but resident in Dorset." We duly made our way to one of the restaurants and chatted about our various adventures during our tours of the West Coast. I said I was going up to the Hoover Dam in the morning, suggested to Sandy that she come with me in my car and that the following day she could drive me somewhere in her car. 

"Great idea," she enthused, "Someone to talk to, someone to share the sights with but afterwards we do our own things, OK? In case you haven't noticed, I'm a girl, love going round the shops and that's not exactly a man's thing, is it?"

I was tempted to say that, in those tight clothes, I could hardly miss that she was a girl. "OK, fine," I said. "How about we meet here for breakfast at, say, eight?"

We spent the next couple of days on our trips and then parting so that she could go shopping. On the third day, our last in Vegas, we wandered up The Strip and she accepted my invitation to come to the show at The Stardust with me, followed by dinner at Caesar's best restaurant as my treat. We decided to walk from Caesar's to The Stardust and had nearly reached our destination on the return journey when there was a flash of lightening and the heavens opened. Within seconds we were both soaked to the skin. As we squelched our way through the gambling hall to the elevators, I suggested to Sandy that we go to my room, have hot showers, dry our clothes on the aircon and that I arrange dinner through room service. I was delighted by her sexy, "Mmm, sounds good."

As soon as we got to my room, Sandy giggled, "I'm off to the shower, order whatever you like, I'll eat anything, a horse, I'm that starved!" She disappeared into the bathroom but left the door ajar. I sat wondering if that was an invitation to join her or simply that she trusted me. Lost in those thoughts, and others of her naked in the shower, for a moment, I remembered food and rang down for room service.

A few minutes later, Sandy emerged, clad in a white towelling Caesar's Palace robe and carrying her clothes, which she placed carefully on the aircon unit. I couldn't help noticing that she paid particular attention to the very brief lacy, silk bra and matching, miniscule, G-string – it was as if she wanted to make sure I took in every detail of them.

"Not been very original, Sandy," I mumbled. "I've ordered mushrooms au gratin to start, steaks with all the trimmings and chocolate gateaux with cream. Oh, and two large thermos flasks of coffee and a couple of bottles of champagne."

She giggled, "You gonna try to get me drunk, Max? Watcha gonna do to me if I get tipsy?"

I laughed. "No, I won't force you to drink. You drink as much or as little as you like and, well, the evening will unfold in its own way, won't it?"

After dinner, I deliberately left the table first, taking the opened, but as yet unused, second bottle of champagne with me and saying, "Well, I'm going to recline on the sofa." My purpose was to see if she would join me and where she would sit – what signals, if any, she would give me.

"OK, coming," she chuckled and joined me on the sofa, seating herself close next to me. "Feel a bit sleepy and a bit tipsy," she mumbled. "Don't mind if I rest my head on your shoulder, do you?"

"'Course not," I assured her and turned to lightly kiss the hair on the top of her head.

"Mmm," she murmured as she turned her head to look up at me, "What was that for?"

"Oh, just thanks for a super time these last few days."

"Huh," she snorted, "That all?"

I looked down as her lips parted in that inviting smile and mine met them briefly.

"That the best kiss I get, then?" she whispered, "Sandy want more!"

Our lips met and the minutes passed as our tongues frantically explored the depths of each other's mouths. I sensed her breathing becoming deeper, slower and felt her arch her body toward me, pressing her breasts into my chest. We slipped sideways and momentarily lay prone on the sofa before sliding gently to the floor. My lips moved downward, caressing her throat, moving at a snail's pace lower toward the robe encompassing her body. It slowly inched back to reveal her hard, erect, nipple surrounded by its ample, browny-pink, aureole which finally entered my mouth. 

My tongue caressed it gently, motions changing direction and pace, occasionally sucking, sometimes withdrawing to blow gently, making the wetness feel cold to her, the chill making her nipple harder, firmer and more desperate for attention. My hand eased inside the robe to pay equal attention to her other breast. I parted my fingers, brushing them with varying pressure and speed across the hard protuberance, feeling the nipple pushed this way and that with each movement of my hand. Sometimes I stopped and gently cupped her breast in my hand, gently squeezing the nipple between my finger and my thumb. Then I changed, hand became mouth and mouth became hand. There was no hurry, I knew she had a direct line from her nipples to her clit and the more attention they got, the more aroused they became, the more desperate her clit would become.

She reached down into my robe. "Hell, don't need to do anything to arouse that, do I?" she giggled. "Solid as a rock, aren't you?"

"Hmm," I mumbled, pulling her hand away. "Not yet, Sandy, I just want you to lie there and concentrate on what I'm doing to you, no distractions like playing with my cock. OK?"

"You joking," she laughed. "Love what you're doing to me. More please! Much more!"

I made no attempt to move from her breasts until I felt her hips gyrate, so slowly and gently it was something of which she probably was not aware, and her breathing change to shorter, impatient breaths. My lips moved on slowly, kissing licking, blowing to chill her warm flesh onward and downward to her navel, where they paused and seemingly stuck until I sensed her impatience once more. Inching on, they met the tiny, neatly trimmed, strip of jet-black hair and finally my tongue caressed her clit briefly before inching back to the short curls. I sensed her anger, "Is that all I'm going to get?" It was deliberate and my tongue quickly returned to her clit. I varied my motions, making circles, up and down, left to right, different pressures, sometimes sucking, sometimes blowing gently, until I sensed more urgency in the movement of her hips. Then I knew exactly what turned Sandy on and she was going to get all she could take!

Within minutes, her hips bucked wildly, so hard I had to grip her bum to stop her throwing my mouth off of her delicious, wet, warm, pink clit. "Oh, oh hell," she gasped as her bucking subsided, "I came big-time." My attentions did not abate and, in the next two hours, Sandy came and came again: sometimes single orgasms, sometimes violent multiple ones with her completely body convulsing in the ecstasy.

"Hey," she mumbled, "Enough! Well, it isn't – I'd like a hell of a lot more, for you to make me keep coming like that until I scream for you to stop because pleasure has become pain or I just can't take anymore. But, it's my turn now, so lay back. I'm going to make you beg me to let you come!"

I moved up and our lips met, her tongue drawing in every last taste of her from me. "Hmm, you taste of me, my cum, my clit, nice!" she mumbled. Her lips left mine and inched downward in kisses, licks and sucks until I shuddered as they closed gently around my glans. "Hmm, circumcised," she breathed. "Nice," a pause, "Very nice and so bloody hard, it's like a lump of wood!" I quickly realised she was an expert – kisses, sucking, drawing me deep into her throat, gentle blowing sending icy chills through me, slow and ever faster gripping me with her tongue as her head pumped frantically up and down, pulling me into her mouth and sliding me out. She knew exactly when I was about to explode into her mouth, when the stream of hot white liquid would gush down her throat. She also knew that was the moment to change what she was doing so that I didn't cum. Time and again, she brought me so close and, time and again, she backed off. Time passed.

"Sandy, for God's sake, let me come," I yelled. "I don't care how you do it, hands, mouth, pussy but let me come!"

She didn't answer but my cock remained firmly implanted in her mouth and this time, as she brought me close, there was no change, she knew her throat would be blasted with my hot, sticky, cum. I shuddered as I shot my load and bawled, "Hell, yes, yes!"

I looked down, not knowing whether she would swallow or dash to the bathroom to spit it out. She swallowed, "Mmm, slightly salty, yours tastes nice, more please," she laughed. Our eyes met as she licked every last drop from me. She inched her way up and our lips met, a long, hard, kiss as the minutes passed. Our tongues met, toyed with one another and explored each other's mouth. Suddenly she pressed her lips hard to mine and put her hand behind my head, cementing them to hers. I heard a mumbled, "I've got a present for you" as I felt the unmistakable sticky warmness of my cum forced into my mouth. "Thought you may like a little of it back," she gurgled as she held on to me long enough to force me to swallow. I felt myself hardening again.

She broke free, laid back and gazed at me, her eyes pools of pitch floating in seas of white. She smirked. "Like more of what you did earlier please," she paused, "If you're willing that is. Want your tongue on my clit for ages and ages, make me cum and cum and cum and then I want you to fuck me! And I want that to start very slow and very gentle and get faster and harder until you're pumping in and out of my pussy so deep and hard you're fucking me silly, fucking my brains out. Am I a greedy, naughty, girl?"

"No," I whispered as my lips inched down to the tiny strip of black hair and warmth and wetness beyond. "Sounds great, I want to give you more of this, lots more," I mumbled as my mouth closed around her awaiting, hard, clit.

It was almost dawn and her hips had thrashed wildly countless times when she whispered, "Fuck me, Max, fuck me please."

I slid up on top of her and as our mouths met my rampant cock slid into her without need for any guidance: she was so wet, so warm, so ready that her pussy seemingly sucked it in. Our hips moved rhythmically in time, slowly drawing me deep inside her, slowly pushing me out. When she sensed danger ahead, she paused briefly and we lay still while she tightened her muscles, making her pussy grip, then free, my rock-hard cock. Danger passed and we resumed our motions. She rolled me over and sat up astride me. "Ha, now I'm in control!" She laughed. "You lay still, let me do the work!" She raised and lowered herself, taking my cock completely out of her before lowering, and impaling, herself on it. She leant forward, "Squeeze my nipples," she commanded. "Reach up and suck them hard," and I dutifully obeyed. Her movements accelerated -- impaled, free, impaled, free. Occasionally she stopped and I felt her exercising her muscles, tightening her pussy's grip on my rod then loosening, letting it feel her warmth and wetness. Her pace increased. "Like you to shove a finger or two up my arse," she mumbled. "Don't have to if you don't want but I want you all ways, going to lean down and kiss you, want you to squeeze my tits hard, I'll tell you if it's too hard, don't worry but until I do, keep squeezing them and my nipples. Want your cock pounding in and out me and to feel your fingers up my arse. Want your fingers in my arse to feel your cock up my cunt. Want you to drive me bloody crazy!" A gush of hot air rushed from her mouth, "Please, Max," she begged, "Drive Sandy really fucking wild."

Our mouths met, one hand gripped her tit, squeezing and distorting the soft, warm, orb, sometimes crushing her rock hard nipple. Two fingers, lubricated by the streams of wetness oozing from her pussy, slid into her arse. She gave a little gasp, "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you. Mmm, that's nice! Makes my cunt so tight around your cock! I've got it all! Tits and nipples being driven crazy, clit being sent insane by your cock, cunt being driven wild by it, arse being sent into sheer ecstasy by your fingers, mouth being driven mad by yours!" Her body thrust up and down frantically, "Sandy's gonna cum again, big-time, for the hundredth time tonight," she screamed, "And Max is going to spurt all that lovely salty spunk up her cunt as she does! Nnnnnnnnow – oh, yes, yes, yes." As I shot my load, she laughed, "Hell, Max, have you got a power hose down there? Hell, I felt the force of that sure enough. Should think you've shot it all up into my tummy!" She let out a deep sigh, "Coo, what force, what pressure. You nearly blew half my guts away!"

She climbed off of me. "Sandy's gotta have a rest now, Max. She can't take anymore of anything! Just need to be left in peace now! Why did we have to wait until our last night? We could have done this from the day we met and Sandy would have been a very happy, very sexually fulfilled, girl. She wouldn't have ended up alone in her hotel room shoving a dildo up her cunt every night, not with what you have on offer!"

She lay back, her pale skin lit and yellowed by the morning sunlight, and made no attempt to cover herself. Sensing my gaze, she mumbled, "I'm not being immodest, Max, you've just explored every part of me. You're not seeing anything you haven't already! Just feel like laying here, naked and free, for a while. Anyway, you're not covered, got your cock on full display and it looks to me as if it's getting hard again!" 

She lifted her arms and folded them behind her head, "Mmm, maybe Sandy could take some more – lots of mouth on my clit first, then your cock pushed hard and deep up my cunt. Sandy want more, please! Lots more! All day long! Sandy want you licking her clit and ramming your cock up her cunt until dinner time tonight!"

What could I do? I dutifully, willingly, obeyed.

Vegas Night Ch. 2



After our second wild night of sex, Sandy and I agreed to cancel our other arrangements, dump one rental car and spend the rest of our holiday together. We agreed an itinerary but that it was not to be cast in stone – if we were having real fun (by which we meant 'fun' in the enjoying oneself sense and 'fun' in the having sex sense!) we'd stay wherever we were until we had the urge to move on.

After breakfast, we ditched Sandy's car and set off for the long drive up to and through Death Valley, up over the Sierras to Lone Pine and on up to Yosemite where I had booked a cabin. It was early March, warm in Vegas and still snow up in Yosemite but I had been assured the roads were passable and that there were no problems. 

I drove and we had not gone far before Sandy's hand found my zip, eased it down slowly and reached inside to free my hard, throbbing, cock.

"Hmm," she whispered approvingly, "Don't need to do any work on him, do I? Solid as a rock. Who's got a huge hard-on then?" she teased. "Does Max want Sandy to play with his rod? Does he want her to make it all cross so it spits out all that lovely, sticky, white cum?"

"You bloody know I do," I growled.

"Temper, temper," she laughed. "Sandy won't play if Max gets cross." She let go of me and ferreted in her purse for a second or two. "Well, think you'll like this. Sandy's feeling generous and horny as hell."

I felt her hand lightly grip my throbbing tool but this time it was moist and greasy. The trip into the purse had been to grease her hand with, well, I didn't know what but it sure felt fantastic. She kept me going for mile after mile,– bringing me close to shooting my load then changing the movement of her fingers so that I didn't. My jeans were soaked with pre-cum that had dribbled down my rod and through her fingers. We were on the way down into Death Valley by the time I bellowed, "For God's sake, Sandy, let me come this time! I can't take any more."

She let go of me and I thought, "Hell, the bitch is going to leave it at that!" I was wrong. She looked at me and smiled.

"Didn't think I was going to waste it, did you? Let it go into a tissue and throw it in the next trashcan we come across." She stretched across the car and I felt her lips close round my glans, her tongue gently caressing it, searching for the spot that would make me come within seconds of her finding it. It was seconds as I exploded into her mouth and felt her gulp it all down. She sucked my clean and dry, eased me back into my pants and slid the zip up.

She sat up and laughed. "There, I've had lunch! What are you going to have for your lunch?"

"I'll think of something," I joked. "You'll have to wait and see what."

She reclined the seat, leant back and closed her eyes. Her legs were slightly apart and her already short skirt had ridden up so that if I leant forward I could see her enticing, scanty, white silk lace G-string. My hand reached over – no preliminaries, straight to the white lace shadowed by the wisps of black curls beneath. The lace was warm and sodden and, as my fingers touched the cloth, so was her skirt. I looked round at her: her eyes stayed tightly closed but her lips parted in a welcoming, contented, smile. 

She took a deep breath, her delicious breasts rose, threatening to burst free from her skimpy bra and the tight T-shirt, and exhaled very slowly, a barely audible, "Hmm, Sandy likes that, she likes it a lot! Think you can finger my clit all the way to Yosemite? Hope so!" Her smile widened and her eyes met mine, diluted funereal pupils half-arising from closed eyes and half from eagerly anticipating my fingers finding her clit. "Maybe if you're good, I'll let you kiss it, my clit I mean, when we get inside the cabin," she teased. "Would you enjoy that?" Her eyes closed and she tossed her head back and forth until it settled in a comfortable position. "OK maestro, get to work on my crotch, pleeeeeeeeze!"

I inched the lace aside and quickly found her firm, succulent, little pink clit. As my fingers gently toyed with it, her hips gently gyrated and her legs parted wide. Soft moans fell from her lightly closed lips, spread into a contented smile. I slowly eased a finger into her cunt, it slid in so easily, almost as if she had sucked it in. For the next few miles, I gently eased it in and out, increasing the pace but to no more than a rhythmic "in – out – in – out."

She arched her back slightly and eased her arse forward on the seat. "Sandy want two fingers up her cunt, pleeeeeeeze. Sandy want to feel it stretched. Just one, too small for Sandy's pussy! Me want more!"

Always happy to oblige a lady, I slipped another finger into her warm, wet, inviting hole wishing it was my hard cock, which was desperately trying to fight itself out of my jeans. The miles passed, Sandy's breathing became deep and slow, she made constant "Mmm" sounds and her hips pumped up and down on my fingers.

"Try three fingers," she whispered and paused as a slow sigh gushed from her lips. "After a while, try four and a while after that, well, try your whole fucking hand! Sandy's as horny as hell and her cunt is desperate for a really good seeing to. Finger fuck me crazy!"

More miles passed and we had crossed Death Valley and begun the climb up the Sierras heading for Lone Pine by the time I tried to get my whole hand inside her. I managed four fingers but couldn't squeeze my thumb in.

"Hmm," she growled disapprovingly. "Not as big down there as I thought! Either that or your hands are enormous! Still, it's v-e-r-y, v—e—r—y, nice! I can take that for the rest of the day!"

I continued slipping my hand in and out of her delicious hole, wishing I could lap up the warm juices streaming from it. But habitation, Lone Pine, approached. "Think I'd better stop, Sandy. We're at Lone Pine and someone is going to see what we're, what I'm doing!"

"Shit," she yelled. "I was really enjoying that! Still, guess you could do with a rest from driving and we should both eat something, other than each other that is!" She laughed. "Gonna eat your cock plenty later! You wait and see!" Gonna suck it dry!"

We parked the car, found a restaurant and had a quick hamburger and wandered down the street to a clothing store where we each bought ourselves a Stetson and a bright, multi-coloured, Native-American design, shirt. As we came out, Sandy joked, "When we get to Yosemite, I'm going to parade around the cabin wearing just the Stetson, shirt and my silk G-string. I'm going to raise up the shirt with a belt so that the G-string just shows enough for you to see it and my neat black pubes underneath it. Think you'll enjoy that? Sure you will," she laughed as her hand darted to my crotch. "Hell, you've got a hard-on yet again! Doesn't it ever go soft? You're a randy so-and-so Max, that's for sure! Always read and willing, eh?"

"That's me," I teased. "Like to keep the ladies happy!"

We set off again, this time with Sandy at the wheel. She said she didn't feel confident enough to play with my cock as she drove but that I was welcome to play with her and I resumed finger-fucking her with relish. As we neared Yosemite, the temperature dropped and although the road was clear, it was bordered by massive piles of snow. We found the booking office, signed in and collected the keys to the cabin that was to be our home for the next couple of days. It was set amongst the trees and the thing that hit us both as we walked hand in hand to the door was the silence — no bright lights, no clanking gambling machines, no Vegas!

As soon as we got in, Sandy threw her suitcase down, unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor and said, "Well, I feel grubby. Before I do anything, I'm going to have a shower." She paused and looked at me quizzically, "Join me if you like. You can scrub my back!"

Not one to turn down such an invitation, as she disappeared into the bathroom and having dispensed with my jeans, I was in hot pursuit.

By the time I arrived, Sandy was sitting on the loo, her legs spread wide apart. "Gotta have a piss," she said calmly without any hint of embarrassment. She grinned. "Come here, stand there facing me, as close as you can get. Can you pee?"

"Think so," I muttered, "Seeing you there, the shower running, made me feel like a piss."

"Good," she beamed. "Now, let me hold it. Pleeeeeeeze!"

I felt her fingers gently close around my hardening cock. "Not sure this is going to work, Sandy," I moaned. "You're giving me a hard-on."

"Oh, shut up," she snapped. "Stop thinking about sex for once in your life and think about having a piss!" I relaxed and began a trickle of yellow liquid, which she guided down between her legs to mix with the stream gushing from her pussy. "Mmm," she mumbled approvingly, "Mine's mixing with yours, nice. Come on, I'm sure you can do better." I released all tension and a thick column of yellow sprayed downwards. As it did so, she gently raised my cock, first her tight little black curls were engulfed, then her navel and then her breast. "Come on Max, force it out, spurt it on my hard nipple, make me feel the pressure!" I did my best and saw splashes spatter her face and up into her hair before the torrent stopped. Another "Mmm" passed her lips and she made to get up. She kissed me lightly and whispered, "Sandy's a very dirty little girl, she's covered in Max's piss, it's all over her. Max got to be a good boy now and get in the shower with her and wash her clean. He's got to pay special attention to her pussy 'cos she's just had a piss and she wants him to taste her juices, not her piss." She skipped over to the shower and I followed her in, taking my time in soaping and massaging her tits and gently and slowly working down to her pussy before turning her to wash her back and work my way into her arse-crack. Then I turned her again, knelt on the shower floor and set to work on her cunt. I could feel her hips gyrate, Sandy was getting very excited! Suddenly the stream of water stopped, she had turned off the shower but what next? I didn't have to wait as yellow liquid poured from her pussy and cascaded all over me.

"Oh dear," she giggled. "Now Max is a very dirty boy, he's got Sandy's piss all over him. Sandy will have to wash him clean. Sandy wants to lick him all over later and she wants to taste him, not her piss. Come on, stand up and let Sandy wash you."

I stood up and she soaped me all over, caressing me, occasionally giving me little kisses and pausing long enough to expertly bring me almost, but not quite, to coming. She stopped. "OK, enough play for now," she said summarily. "Let's get dried and have something to eat. We're both as horny as hell but making ourselves wait will make us all the more desperate when we get to the real action!"

After we'd eaten, she said she was going into the bedroom, I should wait a minute or two and then follow her. As I walked into the bedroom, the view blew my mind! Facing me was Sandy's arse — she was on her hands and knees on the bed.

"Hope you're hard, if not get yourself hard then come up behind me, shove your cock up my cunt, lean forward and grab my tits, squeeze my nipples and bite my neck. You can ram your cock into me as hard as you like — however hard you do it, it won't be hard enough!" An orgy of frenzy began — my hips pumped backwards and forwards, thumping into her normally tight, firm, arse as it wobbled frantically as my cock pounded into her warm, wet, succulent, cunt. Firm tits became wobbling jello, bouncing dementedly, trying to free themselves from my grip. My grip had become so tight that at times I was scared I would pull her nipples off. "More" she yelled. "Ram it in harder. Squeeze my tits really hard. Bite me till I scream! Fuck the living daylights out of me!"

Our movements had become furious that I had no choice but to tighten my grip on her tits and teeth on her neck to avoid being thrown across the room. After what seemed an eternity of sheer, unadulterated, violent ecstasy, I bawled with clear disappointment in my voice, "I can't hold out much longer, Sandy, I'm going to come. Way it feels my cum will blast right through you and end up coming out your mouth!"

"Mmm, just a minute more," she moaned and through all the frenzy I felt her tighten her cunt muscles. "OK," she bellowed, "Nnnooowww." I felt my cum pounding into her — thump, thump, thump! "Yes, yes, yes," Sandy bawled, "Ooohhh, yes."

We disengaged and she rolled over onto her back, lying there with her legs apart and a huge grin parting her lips.

"OK," she sighed contentedly. "You've been playing with my cunt one way or the other almost since we left Vegas this morning and right now Sandy is a very, very, happy and contented girl. Think we could do with some sleep, don't you?" She saw my look of disappointment — I wanted more.

"Oh, don't look like that," she teased. "We've another night here, plenty of time for more of the same — or even better, something different! Come here and get under the covers with me. I'll lay with my back to you, by arse pressed into you and my knees separated by a pillow. That way, if you get a hard-on it will slide neatly to press against my pussy. You never know, if that happens and wakes me, I might slip it up my cunt and have you wake up and realise you weren't dreaming you were fucking me, you really were fucking me! You should know me well enough by now to realise I won't be able to resist shoving your hard-on up my cunt." She paused and laughed. "And I know you well enough to know there is no way you'll get through the night without getting a nice stiffy for me to play with!"

So, we snuggled down together, me with my arms tightly round her, her arse pressed against me and, yes, my hard cock firmly planted between her legs feeling it pushing against her warm, wet, inviting pussy.

What happened next? Well readers, don't be greedy! That's another story!



Vegas Night Ch. 3



I lay listening to Sandy's breathing deepen, the only sound in the still of the night, and knew she was fast asleep within minutes of our snuggling down together. I lay awake for a while, resisting the temptation to sip my cock into her cunt, but finally dozed off.

Whatever I was dreaming was shattered by being awoken by Sandy pulling free of my arms and trying to get out of the bed. "Oh, sorry," I mumbled through a haze of semi-consciousness as I released my grip on her but she held on to my hand and pulled.

"Come on sleepy head, time for fun!" Her voice mixed command and tease: a curious mixture of severity, tenderness and teasing.

I opened my eyes and drank in the beauty of her naked body bathed in the moonlight streaming through the window. "Hell, Sandy, I want to sleep," I groaned.

She turned and knelt on the bed beside me, sitting back on her heels with her legs slightly splayed, ensuring that as I turned my head all I saw was the neatly trimmed, inch wide strip of short black curls curving back between her legs. "Sandy wants some fun," she giggled, got up and yanked my arm as hard as she could. "And what Sandy wants, Sandy gets."

By now, she had managed to drag me halfway out of the bed: I could either fall on the floor or stand on it. I chose the latter.

Sandy burst out laughing and looked down at my groin, "First time I've seen that normal size. Oh dear, no hard-on. Not to worry, we'll soon cure that little problem. Come on." She pulled across the room into the hallway and to the front door, which she set about unlocking.

Still somewhat heavy-eyed and drowsy, I mumbled, "What the hell are you doing, Sandy?"

Her voice could not disguise her excitement or delight. "There's a lovely big pile of snow out in the yard, saw it earlier and thought about it then but now is much better — middle of the night, moonlight, romantic. I'm going to go and lay on it, stark naked as I am, and you're going to get on top of me and fuck me stupid!"

"You're crazy," I protested. "I know most of the cabins are empty but there is one two or three away that's occupied. Someone will see us. Apart from that it's freezing out there!"

"Yeah, so?" she pouted quizzically. "If someone sees us, they've got choices. Call the cops. Watch and enjoy. Go and fuck whomever they're with. If they're not with anyone they can fuck, stay and watch and have a wank or go back to bed and have a wank. As for freezing, yes, but that adds to the fun! Don't be such a bloody stick-in-the-mud!" Having opened the door, with that she yanked me out into the icy moonlight, let go of me, scampered over to the snow and pay down in it with her legs wide apart. "Come on, I'm waiting," echoed back to me across the yard. I strolled over and lay on top of her. "No foreplay, just do the biz, get your cock inside me and fuck me please," reverberated through chattering teeth, Sandy was already shivering violently. "Don't worry about me coming, fuck me and shoot your load. And don't think I'm being unromantic or whatever 'cos my eyes are wide open, I want to look at the moon and starts while you do it."

I mumbled, "Well, I hope Mr Bear doesn't suddenly appear. If he does he'll have enough food from us to last him a while!"

"He won't, just get on with it," she snapped.

It was soon over and somehow despite the cold I had managed to get a hard-on: after that coming inside Sandy's cunt had been no problem. She pushed me off, leapt up and ran back to the cabin and I followed.

"Hmm," she breathed, snorting clouds of white mist from her nostrils. "That was good! Hot shower to warm up I think," and with that she darted off into the bathroom to be joined in the shower by me within seconds. "No fun, just a wash and warm up," she growled curtly.

Back in bed, we snuggled up together again but Sandy was plainly restless. Her hand reached back and at first just gently held my rod but remained motionless. Minutes passed, by which time her simply holding me had produced a full-blown hard-on, before she whispered, "Hmm, Maxy, that's what I've called him, likes me holding him, doesn't he? He's got all big, long and hard." She rolled over onto her back and started easing her hand back and forth, gentle caresses, barely touching me but sensuous and arousing touches. "Would Maxy like to go up Sandy's cunt again?" she whimpered. "Sandy would like him to, pleeeeze." With that, she let go of my cock, slid her arm under me, pulled me on top of her and guided my cock into her warm, dripping, awaiting pussy. She didn't have to tell me to start fucking her!

The minutes passed and I was aware that she had reached under her pillow for something. I didn't have to wait long to discover what it was as I felt the distinct shape of texture of a dildo being pressed between my legs onto the root of my hard cock. She reached down with her other hand and the silence was broken by a slow buzz as I felt the gentle vibrations pass through the root, up my cock and into the depths of her cunt. Slowly the buzz became more frantic and the vibrations merged into one continuous, frenetic, shuddering.

"Oooh, that's nice," she whispered, "Sandy like that, she like it lots." She turned off the vibrator and slid it back and forth, pushing gently against my arsehole but not hard enough for it to enter me. After a while of teasing, she giggled. "You dirty sod, you like that, don't you?"

"Mmm," I groaned. "Feels nice."

"Well, you're going to have to wait, that's the next treat — me sticking a dildo up your arse while you fuck me. Then, as I've got two, there's one for your arse and mine while you fuck me and one for your arse and my pussy while you fuck my arse! Got some treats in store, haven't you, lucky boy!" Her tone changed. "I'm feeling whacked, Max, kiss me hard and fuck me even harder. If I just close my eyes, relax, think about you kissing and fucking me, I'll come like an express train, I can feel it, and then I can go back to sleep a very happy girl." She dropped the dildo, concentrated on the kissing and fucking and came seconds later, her hips bucking like crazy as they thrashed down onto the bed only to crash upward into my torso. A long, slow, satisfied sigh whistled past her teeth. She broke from our kiss, gave me a quick peck on the lips and grinned, "Now Sandy happy, sleepy, girl. Nite, Max." With that, she pushed me off; turned on her side and thrust her arse against me and within seconds was dead to the world.

After breakfast, Sandy donned a short skirt, sneakers and her thick jacket for our drive down into the valley. By El Capitan, she ordered me to stop the car, said, "Stay there," while she got out, walked a short distance from the car and just stood staring up at the vast grandeur of the rock towering above the valley floor. I heard a soft, "Wow!" pass her lips before she turned, got back in the car and said, "OK, you can drive on now."

We carried on up the valley, passing a couple of small deer, happily grazing, en route and went into the store near Yosemite Falls. Her wonderment at the huge height of the Falls and little dots high up that were, in reality, hundred foot high trees was infectious: childish bewilderment and pleasure. After buying some provisions in the store we went back to the car to drive up to the Bridal Veil Falls. The car park was empty and its far end, nearest the Falls, gleaming with wet from the clouds of spray spewed out by the sheer violence of the falling torrents. It was not until we got out of the car that we heard the thunder of those millions of gallons of water tumbling from the cliff top above. Sandy jumped out of the car and stood staring at the silver-white torrent and clouds of mist surrounding it. As I got out, I saw her give a little shiver.

"Told you to wear jeans or something," I teased. "Knew you'd get the shivers."

"I'm OK," she assured me. "As much wonder, fear of the power of all that water, amazement and all that as feeling cold."

I couldn't resist the inch or two of skirt peeking below her jacket, the long legs disappearing beneath it and knowing that just above the hem of the skirt was her arse, bare but for the thin cord of her G-string cutting between its cheeks. I unzipped my jeans and yanked out my cock. It was hard but then, when wasn't it when Sandy was around? Walking up behind her, I lifted her skirt and slid my hard cock between her legs. She said nothing but reached under the skirt, pressed my cock hard against her pussy and gripped it with her thighs. Then she reached back to pull one of my arms tightly around her waist and the other so that it arched upwards and my hand rested on her breast.

"Just stay like that," she whispered. "Hold me tight, cup my tit and let me feel your cock against my pussy." Falling silent briefly, she murmured, "There is a God, He made this beautiful place, Yosemite, the peace, quietness, the majesty of El Capitan, the drama and violence of the Falls. This is the world He intended us all to live in. Why can't the whole world be like this? Look at it! Tons and tons of water pouring down, the stuff of life, all life needs water." She paused and her voice became softer and deeper. "Think of us. Your cock is hard against my pussy: they create life. If you came inside me, here and now, I could conceive, a new life could start. That would be truly beautiful, marvellous, a miracle. A new life beginning right here in the open in the midst of His creation." She laughed. "OK, I know it would be a few hours before I really conceived and your sperm met my egg but it would have started here." She shuddered and I felt a slight sob. I moved my hand from her breast up to her cheek and felt the wetness.

"You're crying, Sandy," I whispered as I kissed her hair. "Please don't, there's nothing to cry about."

She disengaged my cock, turned to face me and threw her arms around me. "Until now you've thought of me as a sex-crazed tart, a whore, haven't you? You don't need to answer, I know you have. Well, I guess I am. I'm not ashamed of my body or anything about it. Didn't bother me when I pissed in front of you and over you, wouldn't bother me to shit while you watched — we all do that after all. And no, you're OK, I was on just before we met so you won't get asked to stick tampons up me and then take them out! Yes, I like sex and all that. I guess now you think I'm a whore and a silly, soppy, bitch who cries when she sees waterfalls. I do feel, Max, I have feelings. I get emotional. I will remember our time together in Vegas and here all my life but at the moment I think the one memory I will treasure most to the day I die is standing here just now, your arms around me, feeling wanted, loved even maybe, and yes, your cock hard against my pussy. It wasn't, at least not for me, at all sexy, just very intimate, very close, very personal. Oh, hell, I'm going to cry!"

We stood, locked in each other's arms, until Sandy snorted a final sniff and mumbled, "I'm OK now. Can we go back to the cabin? I'll cook some lunch, take my mind off all this emotion."

We walked back to the car, hand in hand, and drove in silence back to the cabin. I knew Sandy was lost in whatever train of thoughts our time at Bridal Veil had instigated and that it was best to leave her to them.

After lunch, we chilled out on the sofa, drinking wine, chatted idly and made plans for our next stop, San Francisco. Sandy being Sandy, it wasn't long before her hands found their way into my jeans to free my cock. Having, without any difficulty, got it rock hard she just sat talking to me, playing with it but without attempting to arouse me. Not that I'm complaining! It was highly enjoyable — a warm, pleasurable feeling — but for her, for the moment, it was just something to hold, to toy with, to feel comfortable with and to feel somehow reassured by. Time passed and, Sandy being Sandy, she eventually let go and stood up.

"Come on, Maxy," she beamed. "Bedroom. Now!" With that, she skipped off leaving me to follow and by the time I arrived, she was sprawled on the bed wearing only one of her glorious half-cup lace silk bras and one of her miniscule silk G-strings. I noticed that she was toying with the belts from the bathrobes and a couple of nylons. "Strip off, come here and lie down," ushered from her lips, half-commanding, half-teasing and I obeyed.

Before I knew it, one wrist had been locked into a noose formed by one of the bathrobe belts, the other end of which was being secured to the bed head. "What the hell are you doing," I yelled as she grabbed the other wrist, bound it and secured it to the opposite side of the bed head. She didn't answer as she scrambled down to secure my feet to the foot of the bed with the nylons. I was spread-eagled, helpless, on the bed.

"It's OK," she grinned as she crawled up the bed, removing her bra and G-string en route, and sat astride my chest, letting me feel her hot, wet, pussy press into me. "I'm not going to hurt you and you're not really tied very tightly or very securely. I just want you helpless while I kiss, lick and suck Maxy, drive him crazy, swallow gallons of your pre-cum and have you beg me to let you cum. Want to do it without your being able to kiss or touch me. Dunno, maybe it's the Falls, maybe it's 'cos I am a stupid, sentimental, bitch — just want to give, give you pleasure, drive you crazy, make you cum like you never have before — get you to blast pints of cum down my throat and have you feel you're never going to stop coming. Want you to remember this day forever. Is that OK with you?"

I looked up. Her face was calm, serene, with a casual, welcoming, smile and massive, black diluted pupils. She drew long, shallow, breaths and with each her breasts slowly rose and inched their way back to their resting position. Sandy may not have been aware of it but I could feel her pelvis circling, crawling round almost imperceptibly. I exhaled long and hard and resigned myself to my fate, "I'm all yours," I assured her.

Sandy moved back to lie between my legs and set to work on my cock with her lips, tongue and teeth — used to give a slight nip, sufficient to momentarily turn pleasure to pain and stop me coming. I closed my eyes and relaxed. She was doing exactly what she had said — driving me mad, bringing me to the point of coming but then making sure I didn't. After a while, she stopped, turned and lay on top of me with her pussy pressed against my lips. "Kiss me there," she whispered. I didn't need asking or telling as my tongue eagerly searched out her clit, circled it, pushed it gently back and forth and from side to side. Inching back, I pushed it as far as I could into her cunt, wishing that like my cock it could grow and harden, become long and hard enough to reach into her inner depths. Her arse eased itself up and down, the pace increasing as my attentions to her cunt and clit made Sandy ever more excited. Just as I thought she was about to come, she pulled away, turned again and positioned herself to sit astride me, letting my cock slip into her cunt as she seated herself on my hips.

"OK," whistled through her teeth as she exhaled slowly. "Let me do the work, you lie still." Initially she just gyrated her hips, pulling my cock this way and that as they circled. Then she stopped and tightened her muscles in rapid, repeated, succession. Then she began to raise and lower herself, one second my cock was free, out in the cool air, the next it was buried deep in the warmth and wetness of her slippery cunt. Her pace became frantic and I opened my eyes to see her bouncing up and down, frenzied, her tits wobbling, throwing her head from side to side and her hair flying in all directions. Suddenly she stopped, sat still and just let me feel the slow, gentle, movement of her hips. Then I felt something press against my arsehole as she eased herself up and down, impaling herself on, and freeing herself from, my cock. She'd lubricated the dildo and gently eased it up my arse. The pressure made my cock feel twice as hard inside her. As Sandy gently rocked the dildo back and forth, she resumed the frenzied withdrawal and entry of my cock until at the point she plainly could not go any faster I felt the unmistakable vibration — she'd turned the dildo on. She collapsed down onto me, pressed her lips on mine, bit my lip and sucked at my tongue until I thought she'd rip it from my mouth. The pleasure and pain that bestowed was nothing compared to the heavenly delight of her pussy thumping up and down on my cock and the tremors from the dildo passing through my body and into hers. She was panting, gasping in volumes of air and spitting it out. I felt droplets of sweat falling from her brow as her whole body thrashed about, seemingly wanting to devour mine.

She pulled her head away and whispered, "Look at me." Her face was covered in rivulets of silver sweat but it was her eyes — a look I can't describe. Pupils dilated, huge pools of total blackness swollen into the tiny, bloodshot-free, whiteness through half-closed lids. A look of unabated pleasure, desire, abandonment, giving and pure, utter, sex. The pronounced Cupid's Bow surmounted a massive pout, lips drawn into a kiss that would not meet my lips. They parted and I jumped as she screamed, "Oh my God," hotly followed by, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooohhh" as her body impaled itself with all the force she could muster on my cock. The last "Oh" hurt: as soon as she'd yelled "Oh my God" my self-control flew out the window as my hot cum pounded into her, a boxer's blows — jab, jab, jab, jab.

She rolled off of me and reached up to untie my hands before clambering down to release my feet.

"You're a bastard, Max," she snarled.

It stung me. What had I done? I restrained myself and calmly asked, "Why, what have I done?"

Sandy turned to me and planted a short, gentle, kiss on my lips. "Given me the best cum I've ever had, that's all. Thank you. Thing is you know I'll be back for more." She turned away and whispered, "Another reason for me never to forget Yosemite." 

I heard her sigh, her breathing deepen and knew Sandy had lapsed into blissful, happy and contented, sleep. I got up, walked round the bed and stood gazing down at her beautiful, naked, body and her face, peaceful and relaxed, lost in whatever she was dreaming. I guess I stood there for a long time before I covered her up, ambled back round the bed and clambered in. It was not long before I too was out for the count.

My last thoughts before I slept were: what else did she have in store for me in Yosemite and what surprises would she spring on me in San Francisco?

Ah, but they readers, are future stories!



Vegas Night Ch. 4



I guess I hadn't slept long before Sandy's movements, sitting up in bed, stretching her arms high above her head and yawning loudly, disturbed me. I half opened my eyes and turned me head, drinking in the sight of her torso silhouetted against the soft silver moonlight streaming through the window. She'd still got her arms stretched high above her head, hands loosely linked, her fingers toying with one another. The breast I could see was drawn upward, firm and tight, its perfect roundness marred only by the unmistakable sight of the hard nipple protruding from its apex. A long, contented, sigh whooshed from her lips as she turned and looked down at me. 

"Hi, Max, you're awake too then. It's just gone seven — night not morning — and I'm starved. Gonna go and sort out something to eat," she paused and I could see the wheels churning. "I know, use up that salad stuff we've got left. No point in carting that to SF in the car all day tomorrow." Her voice dropped, became softer, a mixture of gentle pleading and sexiness as she leant over and kissed my hair. "Afterwards, can we," she stopped to correct herself, "Will you drive me down to the Valley please? I want to see it one last time and see it in the moonlight."

By now, I was wide awake and, as always, things were happening to Maxy as she had christened him. I couldn't help it — the sight of her torso, an almost black outline against the cold, steely, rays pouring through the window from where I lay, and that glorious, firm, inviting breast were irresistible to me — and Maxy.

"OK," sounds good," I mumbled and reached to give her butt a shove.

"Hey, stop that!" Her anger was faked. "Pushing me out of the bed like that!"

"Well, off you go and sort out the food," I teased. "Fair's fair. You sort out the food, I drive you to the Valley."

Sandy threw back the covers and clambered out of bed. For a moment, she stood in all her naked splendour, back toward me, bathing her breasts and pussy in the pearly glow tumbling through the window. I reached out, gave her butt a sharp smack and ordered, "Off you go and organise some salad!"

She gave a half-hearted yelp and scampered off, not bothering to cover herself. "You stay there," echoed back from the hallway, "We can eat it in bed."

I lay dozing until she reappeared wielding two plates. She handed me one and crawled into bed beside me. After a few minutes, I noticed she had arranged slices of tomato, pieces of mushroom and tiny bits of lettuce on and between her breasts.

"Try this plate," she giggled. "I'm sure you'll find it tastes much better than the one you've got!"

No encouragement was needed as I lapped up the salad, kissing, licking and sucking her breasts and nipples as I did so. After I had removed the last piece, whatever thoughts I had of my mouth moving on and down to find her warm, moist, clit were soon dispelled.

"Enough." Her tone was serious — stern and disapproving. "You'll have plenty of time for that. Now, let's eat and get down to the Valley."

Salad disposed of, Sandy pulled on her jeans and a sweater, not bothering with her usual G-string or bra, slipped on her sneakers and went out into the hallway to collect her jacket. Thinking 'what the hell,' I dispensed with my underwear and dressed in similar vein.

Sandy bolted out of the front door, calling back, "Last one to the car is a sissy!"

I followed and got into the car. "Not fair," I complained. "You had a head start and didn't even call out 'Last one to the car' until you were halfway to it. I'll tan your ass for that later."

She giggled. "Promises, promises! Oooh, I'm really scared. Little Sandy's going to have her butt smacked!" Her voice changed and became very prim and proper. "Would that be with my panties on, sir, or is sir going to take them off and smack my bare ass? Will sir kiss it better after he's made it all red?"

We drove down into the Valley and Sandy asked me to stop at a point where we could see the grandeur of El Capitan and Yosemite Falls. El Capitan stood high and proud above the valley, its vast impenetrable cliffs of rock somehow comforting yet almost threatening as it loomed over the valley far below. The moonlight lit it in a patchwork quilt — patches of bright silver grey merged into a multitude of black abysses. In the distance, all that could be seen of the Falls was a thin silver streak, seemingly starting in the sky itself and striking down and down, like a bolt of lightening, to the valley floor.

She got out of the car and stood, statuesque, staring at El Capitan, seemingly sucking in its massive splendour, drawing every single granule into her soul. I got out of the car and leaned against it, gazing at her and the vista before me.

"Come here," she whispered but, in the silence, it sounded like a shout. "Stand behind me and put your arms round me. Hold me tight. Oh, and leave Maxy in your jeans please!"

We stood, silently locked in our embrace for what seemed an age. She sucked in a long, slow, breath and I felt her breasts rise and push out. 

"OK, you can let go now, Max. I want to r-u-n." Freed from my grip she ran off, mixing short bursts of sprinting with slower skipping, little jumps coupled with throwing her arms around, interspersed with echoing laughter, pure joy. At one point, she turned a perfect cartwheel. It was pure joy — a child's joy.

She came back, took my hand and led me toward a nearby tree. Little beads of sweat trickled down her face and she was panting, breathless from her exertion. She leant back against the tree, flicked open the zip of her jeans and wriggled furiously as she inched them down over her hips.

"Fuck me, Max." Her voice a curious blend of demand and pleading. "Fuck me! Just put Maxy inside me, be rough, make my ass smash back into this tree until the bark makes it all red and sore and then come deep inside me. Don't even kiss me, just fuck me!"

Before she'd finished speaking, my jeans were round my ankles and Maxy had slipped inside her eager hole. I thrust my hips back and forth and in the deathly silence could hear the 'Thwack, thwack' as her butt smashed into the tree trunk. It didn't last long.

"Oh my God," she yelled, her scream echoing far across the valley, and her body went limp. For a second I thought she was going to faint and forgetting Maxy was still spewing hot cum into her, grabbed her to stop her falling.

Her surprised look quickly turned to a warm, contented, smile. "Thought I was going to pass out. Hell, when I said you'd given me the best cum I'd ever had, I was wrong. You just did." She grinned. "Maybe if we're together long enough, I'll live to find out that there's even better to come, eh?" She pushed me back, removing Maxy's dying embers from her crotch and turned toward the tree without bothering to pull up her jeans. Long fingernails attacked the bark of the tree, scraping off little pieces, which were carefully, lovingly, collected in the palm of her hand.

Pulling my jeans up, I asked, "What are you doing? Defacing that poor tree."

"Souvenir," she exclaimed. "I've got to have one. Being a soppy bitch again. I'll never forget this place or tonight. Running, skipping, laughing, doing cartwheels here in all this peace and beauty. The moonlight, the scary black silhouettes of the trees, the mountains, the Falls," she paused and lowered her voice. "You — my being fucked against that tree. When I'm old and grey, I'll get these pieces of bark out and look at them. No one watching me will know what they mean to me, it will forever be my secret, nor will they know why I'm smiling and looking so happy. There, proved I'm a soft, sentimental, bitch yet again, haven't I?"

"No," I whispered, leaning forward to kiss her hair lightly. "Get some for me while you're at it please. Think I'd like to look at it too when I'm old and falling apart."

Satisfied that she'd gathered enough bark and having finally squeezed herself back into her jeans, Sandy skipped off toward the car. "Come on, home James please."

As soon as we got back to the cabin, Sandy threw off her jacket, rushed into the bathroom, yanked down her jeans and stood in front of the mirror, staring back over her shoulder. "Come and look," she called excitedly. "I've got marks from the tree all over my ass, you've scarred me for life you bastard!" She started to laugh. "I'm going to go and lay face down on the bed and you can come and pick off all the bits of bark that are sticking to me! We can add them to our souvenir collection. Maybe create two collections: one just tree bark, the other bark that was stuck to my ass. Just think, when you're old and past it, you can give Maxy a rise by getting out the bits that were stuck to me and thinking about my ass!"

Good as her word, having kicked off her sneakers and jeans and tugged the sweater over her head, she skipped off to the bedroom. As I walked in, she was laying face down, legs slightly apart. I suspected it was deliberate — just enough to ensure I had full view of what was between them. Clambering up onto the bed, I knelt beside the inviting orbs of her ass, curving up from her thighs, curving ever higher before arching down into the small of her back, and began gently picking off the tiny pieces of bark.

"Mmm," she moaned. "How about doing it with your lips? Think I'd like it more and think you would too."

I'd tossed of my coat and shoes when we came in but was still wearing my jeans and sweater and got off the bed briefly to discard them before climbing back and letting my lips wander all over her warm, still reddened, ass. Long after I'd removed the last vestige of bark, I was still kissing, licking, sucking and exploring every inch of it.

Another, long, "Mmm" curled from her lips as she rolled over onto her side. "Lay down beside me, on your side, facing me so my back is on your chest and reach round a hold my tits, gently, just cup them."

Always obedient, I did as I was bidden.

She moved her ass slightly forward, away from me, as she reached back and caught hold of Maxy. Seconds later, I felt her rubbing his tip, already moist from the beads of pre-cum oozing from him, against her asshole. She let go and her hand disappeared briefly, returned to pay attention to her asshole and gripped Maxy again.

"I'm a bit sore, tender, from the Valley," she whispered. "I want you like crazy but Maxy is going to have to go in here." I felt her push my glans against her asshole and realised the reason her hand disappeared briefly was that she'd lubricated it. My cock was slipping and sliding back and forth, pausing by the inviting hole, on a veritable skidpan.

It was my turn to utter, "Mmm." No sooner had I than I felt Maxy's swollen bell-end ease his way inside her ass. "Hmm," I breathed. "Not sure I'm going to last long, Sandy. You're so warm, so tight, so slippery but most of all the combination of your being tight and the pressure of me going in has hit the sensitive spot at the back of my bell-end. But, it's heaven, sheer heaven!"

With that, she pulled away slightly, and I guess, relaxed her ass muscles. "Oh, don't come too soon," she moaned. "Sandy want you deep up her ass. Sandy want you to pump Maxy up and down it. If you can reach, Sandy want you to smack her ass 'cos she's being a naughty, dirty, girl shoving your cock up her ass. Sandy want you to slide up and down her ass slowly, then faster and faster and harder and harder. Then Sandy want Maxy to spit all his juices deep up inside her ass."

I laughed.

"What's funny?" she growled.

"Oh, just that I love the way you clip your words — say 'Sandy want' instead of 'Sandy wants' — you do it all the time, deliberately speak bad English!" I was aware that it was the first time either of us had used that word — 'love' — since we met in Caesar's Palace.

She pulled away, almost but not quite removing Maxy from the hole that was giving him, and me, so much pleasure. "Oh well," she teased. "If you don't like the way I talk, you sure as hell aren't going to fuck my ass!"

I leant forward and kissed her neck, whispering, "If you noticed, what I said was 'I love the way you clip your words,' Sandy."

I sensed her smile and felt her push back, inching Maxy back deep into her asshole. "Well, guess that's OK then. Try to let me do the work, pace things. It's my ass that's got hot, throbbing, Maxy filling and stretching it after all." With that she began slowly sliding back and forth on the sheet, her ass swallowing Maxy, revelling in his presence within it, then almost spitting him out in seeming disgust. Her pace increased. "You're not smacking this dirty cow, hit my ass you bastard, make it red, make it sting, make it sore."

I started timing my smacks to coincide with her withdrawals, conscious that the impact when Maxy was it his deepest might hurt her internally or even cause some damage. Light taps became hard slaps as her pace increased and I could see the pale skin of her ass-cheeks turning pink and getting redder — angry looking. By now it was heaving back and forth and had developed a rhythmic wobble, her normally firm muscles unable to control its usual firmness.

"Sandy going to be a really naughty, dirty, girl, now," she gasped. "If you can manage to look over Sandy's shoulder, you can watch her finger her clit and lick her cum off her fingers." She paused and a hand appeared in front of my face. "Lick that, suck my finger and taste my clit. Mmmm, nice isn't it? Pure Sandy essence! Bottle it and you could sell it for a fortune!" She stopped abruptly and whimpered. "Hell, Sandy going to come! Maxy, do your damnedest! Blast my ass to kingdom come with your juices!" She gave a final heave, thrusting her ass hard down on Maxy and bawled, "Ready, steady — FIRE Maxy, bloody well fire like you never have before!"

Listening to her and feeling her last, glorious, crash down onto Maxy, forcing him so deep up her ass, was all the encouragement Maxy needed as he exploded, huge jerks filled my groin as he spurted out gush after gush after gush of his milky, hot, liquid into the dark cavern enveloping him.

"Oooh," she breathed as she pulled free and turned to look at me. "That was sssooooo good! Think I'll let you do that again if you're a good boy!" Her eyes were glazed, she was intoxicated on the high of having her ass fucked. Sandy was indeed a happy, contented, girl. She sighed. "Well, Max, long journey to SF tomorrow so we best get some sleep. Give naughty, ass-fucked, Sandy a kiss goodnight, pleeeeze."

We kissed briefly, snuggled up together and sleep overcame us very quickly. Just before the stupefaction of sleep overcame me, I lay wondering what Sandy could possibly have in store for me in Frisco.

Well, patience friends! You will find out! Later!



Vegas Night Ch. 5



Sandy woke bright and early and made sure I didn't sleep on by giving me a quick, not too hard, jab with her elbow. 

"Come on, sleepy head," she cajoled. "Big day ahead! Long drive to Frisco ahead." With that, she leapt out of bed, skipped round it, pulled me over onto my back, pressed her lips on mine and let her tongue gently wander round my mouth for a minute or two. She pulled away. "Don't go getting ideas! We haven't time. I gotta shower, dress and clean and tidy this tip up. We can't leave it other than as we found it – spotlessly clean. Gonna show you I can be the 'little housewife,' and that I'm good at it but sorry, I haven't got a little French maid's lacy apron to wear! I know, you'd like me to, nothing else, just an apron narrow enough at the top so that my tits were on show, short enough so you could see my pussy and backless so that when I turned round my ass was on full display." She giggled as she bounced out of the room and called back, "Bet that's given you ideas and that Maxy's risen to the occasion as always."

I lay still for a moment, thinking, "Yes, Maxy bloody well has!" But he had when she kissed me, the thoughts of her wandering around the cabin in nothing but the delicious white, lacy, apron had only made him harder and ooze more pre-cum. I shook my head, sighed and climbed out of bed to make my way to the bathroom. By now, I didn't need to ask Sandy's permission, so I opened the shower door and stepped in beside her.

"Hmm, see he did rise!" she giggled. "But you'll have to make him understand, he's got a long wait today for any fun and games. Maxy won't get any until he gets to Frisco."

"Not fair," I grumbled. "You've got a name for him, Maxy, but I haven't got one for you."

Sandy giggled. "You have, you know my name is Sandy, you call me that."

"You know what I mean. I haven't got a name for your pussy."

"Oh," she said, putting on her posh, prim and proper, voice. "You mean Mr Max that you would like to have a pet name for my clitoris and my vagina. Oh dear, I'm not at all sure I know you well enough for that, it's ssooo personal. They're my private, intimate, parts you know." Her voice changed and there was laughter in it. "How about Sanditoo? I'm, I mean all of me is Sandy, my twat is Sanditoo — get it? I'm Sandy and my cunt is Sandy too, as well, part of me."

"Yeah, like it," I grinned as I gave her butt a thwack. "Get that, Sandithree, moving and let's eat and hit the road." Giving her no time to respond, I opened the shower door, stepped out and shut it behind me.

"Ouch, that hurt. I'm gonna get you for it later, you wait and see," echoed after me.

By the time she emerged from the shower, I was dressed and in the kitchen rustling up some cereal — about all we had left from our meagre provisions. She walked in from the hallway with a towel wrapped round her head but otherwise naked, nodded approvingly at the bowls on the table, sat down, poured some milk into the bowl and set about demolishing its contents.

"Have you no shame, young lady?" I teased. "Sitting there calmly eating breakfast in the nude?"

"Huh," she growled. "Ain't nothing you haven't seen at close quarters, nothing you haven't kissed, licked, sucked, stuck your tongue in, fingered, pushed your fingers up, shoved Maxy into or let him shoot his load into. What the hell have I got to be modest about? If you don't like looking at my tits resting on the table, take your brekkie and go and eat it somewhere else. I just didn't want to dress" and adding in her clipped English, "Sandy want feel air on her body, not horrible clothes. Sandy like being all bare and naked."

"OK, OK," I protested reassuringly. "Wish I could look at what I'm looking at across the table every morning! Sure make one helluva start to the day!"

"Hmm," her thoughtfulness pervaded the air. "That mean that when we get back to England and go our separate ways you gonna miss little ol' Sandy and miss Sanditoo as well?"

I couldn't lie and didn't want to. "You don't need to ask, you know I will."

She grinned. "Mmm." Her eyes met mine and seared into them, eating their way through and into my brain to read my mind. "I believe you. Really, I do. Shall I tell you a secret? I'm gonna miss you and Maxy like hell. I wish this holiday would never end. There, I've said it, made a complete fool of myself — being stupid and sentimental again." She got up, tossed her dish on the draining board and retreated to the bedroom to dress. She reappeared soon afterward attired in virginal white — clinging T-shirt, short skirt, ankle socks and sneakers. "Come on, get a move on, go and get dressed and help me clean and tidy."

We duly did the housework, during which Sandy amazed me with her domestic abilities. I found myself thinking she was a dream — sexually uninhibited, full of fun and fun to be with, carefree, good around a house and, from what little cooking she'd done, not bad at that either! Finished with the chores, we set off for the booking office to hand in the keys and set off for Frisco. I'd worked out a route — out of Yosemite on the 140 down to Mariposa and Merced, up the 99 and then across to Oakland and Frisco — and chosen to do the first stint of driving. At the exit from the Park, Sandy noticed a roadside restaurant and suggested we stop and have a coffee and donut or, if we had something more substantial, maybe we wouldn't notice lunchtime come and go. Therefore, we stopped for about half an hour and indulged ourselves gorging on almost everything that was on offer before setting off again.

We'd finished the climb down from the mountains and hit more or less level country when Sandy reclined her seat, leant back, pulled up her skirt, yanked the tiny bows on her hips holding on her G-string undone, tugged it free, tossed it on the floor of the car and started fingering her clit.

"Oh, no," she snapped as she saw my hand begin to move toward her. "You just drive. I'm in desperate need of a wank and want to wank myself off time and time again. Want to drive you crazy, get Maxy producing bucket loads of cum for him to shoot out when we get to Frisco. You can have a quick look now and again but otherwise you keep your eyes on the road! I don't want to find myself in a smash with my fingers stuck up Sanditoo! That'd give the paramedics one helluva shock! Pull me out of the wreck in that state!"

I looked round. She'd closed her eyes and her lips were parted in a half-smile. Looking down at the long finger gently moving across and around her clit made the reason for the smile only too apparent. Sandy was enjoying herself! I wasn't! Maxy had declared World War III on my jeans and thought he was a Sherman tank trying to force its way through a brick wall. As the miles passed, I felt my jeans getting damper from all the pre-cum he was oozing. Sandy's heavy breathing made me think she'd fallen asleep but the smile and motion of the now glistening, wet, fingers one minute gently massaging her clit and the next burying themselves inside Sanditoo proved she was very much awake. Unless she could do it in her sleep! We passed Mariposa and Merced and had almost reached Modesto before she gave a little yelp, released the seat catch and sat up.

"Mmm, that was ssooo good. Lost count of the number of times I came. Could go on for hours but guess I'd better be a good girl and take over the driving. Come on, pull over when you can and we'll swap seats." She reached down for the G-string and then back to stuff it in the bag behind her. "Feel like driving with a bare pussy," she grinned. "Any objections? Too bad if you have!"

I pulled over and we swapped places. We hadn't driven far before she asked, "If I ask you to do something, will you do it? No, will you promise me you'll do what I'm going to ask you to do?"

After a moment's thought and reaching the conclusion it couldn't be that bad — after all, we were driving along an Interstate, I gave a suitably doubtful sounding, "OK, promise."

"Good," passed from her lips with a wicked laugh. "OK. Recline your seat, real low so you're almost lying down."

I obeyed.

"Hmm," she murmured approvingly. "Well below window line. OK, unzip your jeans, get Maxy out and wank. Do it real slow and whatever you do, don't come. If you get near, stop for a few minutes. If you want lubrication, just reach in my bag there, it's near the top."

"You're evil!" I protested. "I'm shy. Don't know if I can wank with you watching!"

She glanced at me, grinning broadly. "Sure you can. You know you want to. Just lie back and think that I'm sitting here driving with Sanditoo bare, no panties or G-string, and she's all warm and wet. If it were possible, Maxy would slide into her like a knife through butter!"

"OK, you win," I beamed as I set about obeying her wish. The miles passed, Maxy kept threatening to spew out his load and grew redder, harder and angrier because I wouldn't let him.

"Think you best stop," Sandy announced much to my, and Maxy's, relief. "We're hitting real habitation now, city streets and someone is going to see what you're doing for sure. Did you enjoy that? I sure did. No idea what I'm going to do when we get to the hotel 'cos the back of my skirt is soaked with all the juices Sanditoo has been leaking. Well, it's been running out of her like water from a tap!"

I put the furious and very disgruntled back into my jeans with some difficulty — rock hard, angry, cocks don't bend! After circling my head from what I had only just realised had become a stiff neck, I released the catch and let the seat return to its proper, upright, position.

"Oh Max," Sandy whispered, glancing at me briefly before turning back to concentrate on the road ahead. "You're so good for me. Vegas. Yosemite. What we've done there and in the car on the journey. Us both wanking like crazy from Yosemite. You know, you're more of a randy bastard than I am a horny bitch!"

I reached over to the wheel and touched her hand, just a short caress. "And you're good for me Sandy. You blow my mind," I laughed, "As well as my cock! Being serious, are you OK driving into Frisco or do you want me to take over?"

"Huh," she snapped. "You haven't criticised my driving so far so you must think it's OK. Yes, I'm perfectly happy to drive to the hotel. Don't have any problems driving round Birmingham, or London come to that. Can't see SF will give me anything I can't handle!"

Finding our hotel couldn't have been easier, once we'd found Market Street. Sandy decided to hide her wet skirt by tying the arms of her sweater round her waist and letting its body hang down over her ass. We checked in and went up to our room — what seemed to be standard American fare, two massive double beds, very well furnished and appointed, luxurious bathroom — all we could want especially as it was the beds that were likely to take a bashing from us. As soon as I'd tipped the bellboy and he'd closed the door, Sandy ripped off the sweater, leapt onto the nearest bed, yanked up her skirt, spread her legs and softly said, "Come here and fuck me! Let Maxy blast all that cum he's got stored up deep into Sanditoo, she wants him to, right now!"

Before she'd finished speaking, I'd kicked off my sneakers, pulled off my socks, disposed of my jeans and pants and was naked, lying on top of her, letting Maxy slide his way into the warm, welcoming, dripping wet hole that was Sanditoo.

"Not so fast, hang on, let me get this skirt and T-shirt off." Having briefly disengaged Maxy from his quest to see just how deep inside Sanditoo he could go, Sandy was as naked as me in seconds. "OK, now put him back and start real slow!"

Our lips met and she bit and sucked at my bottom lip. I let my hips rise and fall gently, easing Maxy back and forth, in and out, of Sanditoo. Their pace quickened and the soft mattress took over some of my exertions — building in a natural bounce as Sandy's hips were forced down into it with each inward and upward thrust and released as I drew back. She let out soft moans in time with Maxy's increasingly frantic pounding into her and I whispered, "Not hurting you am I?"

"No," came the reply. "Shut up, don't talk. Fuck me. If you hurt me, I'll let you know, don't worry. Meantime, fuck me harder!"

I broke from our kiss, gave my hips free rein to thump down on her, forcing Maxy deep inside her cunt, and suckled a nipple, teased it with my tongue and gave it an occasional gentle nip with my teeth.

"Bite the bloody thing," she wailed. "I'll tell you when and if it really hurts. Fuck me hard and bite my tits. Hell, I'm horny. Must be us wanking on the way here. Want you to keep going until my cunt and tits are sore and I can't take any more and then at that moment, when he's as deep in me as he can go, I want Maxy to fire on all cylinders, one last jab of pain, well a series of jabs, as your cum smashes into the deepest part of my cunt. Then, your cum will cool, dribble down and soothe away any soreness. Aren't I a dirty bitch? Can't wait to feel your cum dribbling out of my cunt!"

My teeth locked onto her nipple and I bit, hard I thought but, without speaking, she made it clear she wanted more. I lost track of what my mouth was doing as my hips went wild to the point they'd inched Sandy up the bed and her head was crashing into the bed head in time with each downward and upward thrust. She didn't complain as the minutes passed.

"Nnnoowww damn it, cum now," she bellowed. "Bite my tit and cum!"

That was all the encouragement Maxy needed. My teeth seared into her hard nipple and Maxy shuddered in his death throws of blasting jerk after jerk of cum into Sanditoo before he would inevitably, and inexorably, start shrinking and easing himself free of his present captivity.

Sandy's hands gripped my head and pulled my face up to hers so that our lips met in what was to be a long, gentle, tender kiss. "You bastard! You utter bastard! Do you know you've given me a headache, bashing my head against the bed head like that? And do you know I was wrong, that's the third bloody time you've given me the best cum I've ever had! Keeps getting better and better! Hell, if I thought I'd had orgasms with blokes before you, I was wrong! Oh, so very wrong!"

She saw my hurt expression.

"Oh, don't worry! You haven't given me a headache, I was only joking! All I can feel right now is a slightly sore nipple and a very happy, but throbbing like mad, Sanditoo. Think she's had a good enough seeing-to for a while." She paused, "Well, guess it might take her as long as an hour before Maxy will be welcome inside her again!"

She pushed me away. "Come on, it's getting dark. Let's get dressed, drive up to Twin Peaks and look down on the city, drive back and find somewhere nice for dinner and, when we get back, who knows? Sanditoo might let Maxy play with her again!"

What Sanditoo let Maxy do next is Part VI of this saga!



Vegas Night Ch. 6



We cruised down Market Street and made our way up to Twin Peaks. As soon as Sandy was out of the car, gazing down at the lights below, the child in her returned.

"Come on slowcoach," echoed through the still light air as I slammed the car door shut. "Wow, look at that! All those lights! All those people! All that traffic! After the peace and quiet of Yosemite, it's like a seething army of ants: humanity en masse. Come here and give me a cuddle, stand behind me and wrap your arms round me!"

I snuggled up behind her and folded my arms around her, enveloping her body, resting my cheek on her hair. She murmured an approving, "Mmm."

"What's that down there? The long road with all those tiny cars, headlights blazing, crawling along it?"

"Oh, I think that's Market Street, sure it is. You know, the road we just drove along. Somewhere, about three-quarters of the way up it and just off to the right is our hotel."

"Mmm," she paused and sighed. "Down there are thousands of people. Some going home from work. Others at home doing mundane things — cooking, cleaning and all that. Some making love. Somewhere down there someone is probably being murdered." She shuddered at the thought. "People doing everything imaginable and, from here, so tiny, so insignificant. It looks huge but the whole city is nothing more than a speck on the globe. Weird!"

"Yep." My tone was indifferent and matter of fact: what she had said was right. "You're going off into what you call your 'soppy bitch' mode again, Sandy. Going all deep and philosophical on me again."

She didn't take offence. "Well, I told you I f-e-e-l, didn't I? That underneath the whore in me there is a heart and mind. I'm not blonde and I'm not dumb."

"You sure ain't blonde," I joked. "Your collar matches your cuffs, seen 'em both!"

Sandy must have been lost in her thoughts because I was sure she knew what I meant but she said, "What?"

"Hair on your head matches the hair in your groin," I quipped summarily. "Supposed to be the test of a true blonde, isn't it? Collar and cuffs match unless like Jean Harlow or Marilyn Monroe the cuff is bleached to match the collar."

Her elbow dug into my ribs. "I knew what you meant, silly! Like I said, I'm not blonde or dumb! I was thinking. You know, using that stuff in my head between my ears! You go back to the car, want to be alone here for a minute. OK?"

I sat in the car gazing at the silhouette before me that was Sandy — the girl who had entrapped me in Las Vegas and to whom I was the fly in her spider's web albeit I was not sure she realised how deeply she had captivated me. I didn't need to see her face and knew it was peaceful, expressionless except for the slight furrow in her brow betraying whatever thoughts raced through her mind. Almost certainly, they were comparing her talk of God creating the grandeur and peace of Yosemite with the manmade vista, blackness pockmarked with splashes of brilliant light, disappearing into the horizon below her. She turned and ambled slowly back to the car. I flicked the door open for her and she sank into the seat, slamming the door shut. She tossed her head, cascading ebony threads, some glinting, in the half-light and sighed.

"Food, James, chauffeur me to the nearest restaurant, please."

We drove off and found an Italian restaurant. Sandy was very subdued during dinner and spoke little. Her appetite was unaffected as minestrone soup, spaghetti bolognaise, chocolate gateaux, cream, wine, cognac and coffee were demolished with evident enjoyment.

She broke the silence. "Know what?"

I uttered the obvious, "No, not until you tell me, Sandy."

She giggled. "I fancy another cognac and," she paused and looked into my eyes, hers half closed, "A cigar. A biggish one! Pity I haven't got on a dinner jacket, sorry tuxedo here isn't it, crisp white shirt and black bow tie."

I looked over to the waiter who stepped over and looked somewhat bemused when I said, "Another cognac and a largish cigar for the lady, please."

The waiter reappeared armed with the cognac and cigar. He offered it to Sandy who said, "It's OK, thanks. Just cut it, please." That done and the cigar firmly gripped between her teeth, the waiter lit it for her and retreated, seemingly expecting from his slightly anxious look that Sandy would promptly start coughing. She didn't. Her cheeks drew in and the cigar glowed bright red before it was slowly withdrawn from her mouth. She pursed her lips slightly and gently wafted the smoke in my direction before taking a gulp of cognac.

"Mmm, that's what I call living," she grinned. "It was a really super dinner, I just want to sit here and chill for a while and booze and baccy seem to fit the bill. See, I am degenerate: alcohol and tobacco. Suppose it could be worse: could be smoking marijuana!" She leant back in her seat. "Hmm, now I can just relax, digest some of my dinner, maybe get a little tipsy on a few more cognacs, have a smoke and enjoy looking at you."

"Think you got the last bit wrong, Sandy," I quipped. "I should look anywhere but at me if I were you. I'm nothing to look at."

She nodded dismissively. "That's your opinion. Sandy beg to differ."

"You're off again! 'Beg' instead of 'begs.' You're impossible!"

She made quick work of four more cognacs before we strolled, Sandy somewhat unsteadily, back to the car. As soon as we got to the hotel, she stripped off, strewing her clothes hither and thither on the floor, as she teetered toward the bed and climbed in. I picked up the hastily and untidily discarded garments, put them neatly onto a chair, undressed and got into bed beside her. She turned toward me and her arm thumped down onto my chest.

"Think I'm a bit pissed, Max, ceiling's going round. Sorry, Sandy can't cope with sex — I'd hate to throw up all over you just as you started really enjoying yourself." Her tone dropped to an almost whimper. "I'm really sorry, been a silly girl drinking all that booze."

I slid my arm under her and pulled her toward me so that her head lay on my chest. "It's OK, honest. Just feeling you next to me, having your head on my chest is enough. Tomorrow's another day!"

"Mmm, I'll make it up to you, promise."

I thought she'd dozed off as the minutes passed but the silence was broken.

"Maxsh," she whispered, turning slightly to press her lips into my chest.

"Mmm, what Sandy? Your speech is slurred, you said 'Maxsh' with a 'sshh' at its end."

"Know I'm drunk, don't need you to tell me," echoed through my rib cage. "Want to say something before I fall asleep. Sandy love Max. She love him a lot. Sandy gotta sleep now."

I kissed her hair. "And Max loves Sandy," I whispered. A contented, "Mmm, that's good," oozed from the lips pushed into my chest before they loosened, her head moved slightly as she made herself comfortable. Short intakes of breath followed by slow, lazy, exhalations told me Sandy was blissfully in the land of nod.

As always, Sandy woke me early. She was her usual bubbly self and didn't seem the worse for wear. Neither of us mentioned our using the word "love" the night before while we showered and dressed or during breakfast. Sandy had decided our day for us: first we'd take the 49-mile drive at whatever pace it dictated, stopping wherever we felt like it for as long as we wanted. A quick, snacky, lunch would be followed by going to Union Square, ditching the car and taking a tram down to Fisherman's Wharf. With luck, she thought that would take us to early evening, so we could wander around the Wharf in the twilight and then find somewhere to eat: a dinner like last night's. I joked about the dinner, saying I hoped she'd limit the booze and remain fit for lovemaking when we got back to the hotel. She took umbrage and said she hadn't forgotten her promise and that she'd make up for her self-imposed inability after her copious intake of cognac.

En route back from the 49-mile drive, we were idly cruising around when Sandy spotted a Western Clothing store.

"Hey, stop," she yelled. "I know I've got the Stetson but I'd like to have a look around in there."

After parking the car, we ambled to the store where Sandy spent a long time browsing. Eventually she selected a wide, black, ornately carved, leather belt. I was then ordered to stay where I was while she disappeared to the far end of the shop and made another purchase. Her, "OK, we can go now," as she strolled back to me was marked by an impish grin. On the way back to the car, we passed a store we hadn't really noticed on our previous journey. It was a combined workshop and shop: all the machinery and paraphernalia visible through one window, the rest of the windows were filled with all sorts of items, mostly chains and black leather: masks, masks with gags, G-strings with and without studs and spikes, etc.

"Some real sexy gear there," she grinned. "But who needs it with a bod like mine? Only joking, know my bod's not that great!"

"'Tis too," I reassured her.

We sauntered on round the corner to the car and were about to get in it when Sandy said she wanted to dash back to the Western Clothing store.

"Something I knew I should have got when I was there. Sorry, I'm a silly cow. You wait in the car, won't be a tick." With that, she scampered off and about five minutes later was back wielding a large bag. "Open the boot, I mean trunk, please," she demanded and once open tossed in the bag, slammed the lid and clambered into the car. "Surprise for later," she grinned.

The rest of the day went as she had planned: tram rides, Fisherman's Wharf and dinner before we were finally alone back in our room. As soon as we got in, Sandy suggested I have a shower but didn't join me to share the water. She did appear, armed with the mystery bag, as I was drying myself.

"Don't put anything on," passed through her smile. "Just go and lie on the bed starkers. Be there in a minute."

As I lay in eager anticipation, Maxy inevitably rose to whatever occasion Sandy had in store for me. He didn't have to wait long. She appeared, and what an appearance! The black Stetson sat, slightly askew, on her head, black tresses shimmered in the light as they cascaded down onto her shoulders. Silver chains dropped down from her shoulders and merged with narrow, oval, black suede strips running down over her breasts, each with silver-ringed cutouts through which her erect nipples stood proud. Another silver chain passed below her breasts, securing the black suede ovals and ensuring it adhered to the mounds they so barely covered. The wide black belt was slung loosely around her waist, drooping down below her navel. A silver chain rested on her hips bones from which two more chains hung at diagonals, following the line of her groin perfectly before disappearing out of sight between her legs and beneath the thin strip of black suede attached to them so that they only covered the thin strip of neatly trimmed black curls I had grown to love. Onward and downward, her long legs disappeared into the high-heeled cowboy boots she'd bought. A cigar was gripped between her teeth, a hand on one hip, the other outstretched wielding an ominous looking length of black leather whip.

"Wanna fuck this li'l ol' nearly nude cowgirl then mister? 'Cos she sure wants to fuck you!"

Much to my relief, she dropped the whip and leapt onto the bed.

"Well, what do you think? Sexy?" She looked down, "See Maxy thinks it is! He's raring to go!"

My lips found hers and burnt into them.

"Hey, not so fast! You ain't seen nuttin' yet, mate." She sat up and reached under the pillow. "These," she chattered excitedly, producing two small circles of black suede with silver rings around their circumferences, "Clip in here, like so, and now it is a perfectly wearable, non-peephole, bra." Her hand darted under the pillow again. "And these, clip in here, like so!" For a moment, I couldn't see what she was doing until she removed her hand with a satisfied, "There, how's that? See, this one clips in like the other except it's a ring with spokes going inward to another ring. I don't understand it but the guy in the shop said the spokes have tiny springs inside them and the inner ring has, well he said like a camera shutter, leaves that the springs close down so they grip my nipples. Great, eh? Fucking genius thought this one up!" She wriggled her torso, tossing her breasts to and fro. "Hey, you know what, the nipple clamp feels ggrreat!"

I moved to pull her down on top of me.

She resisted. "Oh, no, not yet. There's more! See this," she waved the strip covering her pubes. "It detaches, just unclips like so, leaving just the chains going between my legs. They clip to a single one just below my asshole that goes up the crack to the waist-belt. Bloke said the suede hangs loose 'cos having it pressed against my pussy wouldn't be hygienic — you can't wash suede!" Her hand disappeared again and emerged bearing a large dildo. "See, this is quite soft, squishy almost — not bloody rock hard like Maxy! See these clips, they fasten onto the chains," with which the dildo disappeared deep into Sanditoo, "like so. Now I could walk around all day with my cunt full of dildo! And that's not all!" Her hand disappeared again and reappeared with a smaller dildo. "And this, a butt plug, fits" she fidgeted for a second, muttered a half-hearted, "Ouch," and continued, "Up my ass and locks onto the chain. Tighten the chains like so, and there we are! Dildo and butt plug can't come out. Chains are great — the links are flattened so they sit on my skin like a belt or whatever and the edges are rounded, so they can't cut into me. Mmm, could get used to this! Nipples clamped, cunt and ass nicely filled, who needs a man? Reckon if I walked around in this all day I'd never stop coming!" She reached under the pillow again. "Surprise! Sandy bought you a present! It's a matching chain with a black suede pouch, hangs free, ball-bag I suppose you'd call it. It's detachable and," she grinned broadly, "It's also got a matching butt plug! Plus, I persuaded the guy to let me have a chain like my top but instead of the black suede just chains down over your nipples onto which clip, guess what? Nipple clamp rings! Sort of skeleton bra for Max that will grab his nipples!"

She reached to unclip the suede and uncover the delicate curls and removed the dildo from Sanditoo. "Gonna keep the butt plug in and the nipple clamp on," she whispered. "Gonna climb astride you and fuck you stupid."

Maxy slipped into her cunt, mourning the loss of the dildo that had so recently filled it as she lowered herself onto me.

She looked down at me. "You just lay there, relax and enjoy." For a moment she was still before she yelped, "Hey, ride 'im cowgirl!" She bucked up and down, pausing to sit still, just letting me feel her hips gyrate slowly, gently, before gradually working themselves into a frenzy and stopping to let me feel her cunt pump in and out, compressing Maxy. Then the bucking began again and so it went on: buck, gyrate, pump. My hands reached out to grip her hips. "OK," she yelled, "Sandy's coming, blast her Maxy, blast her to hell and back." Maxy obliged as she collapsed in a heap on top of me and kissed me, our lips barely touching.

She broke away and nibbled at my ear lobe, breathing softly, "Did I say 'I love you' when I was pissed last night?"

"Don't you remember?" I asked, not knowing whether she now regretted saying it.

"Yyyesss," whooshed into my ear. "I remember everything about last night. And I'm stone cold sober now. And I still love you — more than I did last night." A sigh gushed into my ear. "Well, made a real fool of myself now, haven't I?"

"No," I murmured. "If you remember last night that well, you know I said 'I love you' to you and you know what? I do love you, Sandy, lots."

She climbed off of me and took off the array of hat, belt, chains and suede and eased out the butt-plug. "Now naked Sandy going to cuddle up to naked Max and get some sleep." She grinned, "But no promises. Might wake up in a couple of hours and play with Maxy." With that, she rolled over, pressed her butt into me as usual and within seconds her breathing told me she was asleep.

When she woke up and what she did then is the next part of the adventure.