0 comments/ 23753 views/ 1 favorites Hippie Chick By: DaveDevlin Lorraine created a front window display comprised of model spaceships hanging from strings, action figures, and various comic books. Afterwards, she wrote out the new work schedule for the employees she supervised, vacuumed the carpet, and then stocked some models and toys in the center aisles of the store. She glanced at her watch. It was almost closing time. The sun was slowly setting in the springtime skies. Physically, she was 5'11" tall and was of Italian American descent, was in her early thirties, and had a curvy, muscular frame. Her dark blonde hair flowed down to the middle of her back, and her skin was a natural light brown. Because of the muggy weather she wore a tight Lynyrd Skynyrd tank top, a black skirt, and ethnic looking sandals with straps that laced up her big, muscular calves. As she was pricing some more comics and placing them in the appropriate bins, the young Asian guy who worked in the copy shop a few stores down came in. He grabbed a few comic books and approached the counter. She went behind it, towering over his skinny physique. "Hey, Mel," she said, smiling pleasantly. "Hi Lorraine. How's business?" "Oh, so-so. Keepin' busy?" "Oh, yeah." She rung up the comics on the register. "$11.15. . .wait, I forget, are you in high school or college?" She chuckled, blushing awkwardly. He joined in on the laughter. "I'm a freshman at Cal." "So you're not old enough to drink yet?" "Not yet," he replied, handing her some money. They continued laughing as she handed him his change and his bag. "Boy, you sure know a lot about comics and movies for someone so young. . .are you still looking for issue one of Spiderman?" "Uhh, no. I'm broke now. Gotta save some money for WonderCon. By the way, can you cut me a discount on the tickets?" he asked shyly. "Sure, no problem. Hey, we talked about going together. Wanna still do that?" He smiled. "Yeah, that sounds fun." She returned a grin. "Cool." Lorraine turned around for a moment, and Mel checked out her backside, his eyes bulging out at her wide, long brown back with freckles sprinkled across here and there. And then his eager eyes moved down to her skirt that was pressed tightly against her big, curvaceous ass. He didn't see any panties or a thong between the crack of those cheeks. His erection grew harder and harder until he felt his underwear get wet. It felt like his cock was going to explode out of his pants. When she turned around again, she handed him a ticket. "There you go. . .it's on the house." "Oh, no, Lorraine, I can't." "It's no big deal. We've been neighbors on this street for a few years. I've gotten to know you and enjoyed our many interesting conversations about comics and films. Consider it a small gift. If I ever need a copy job done, you could ring it on your house. How's that sound?" "Okay, that sounds fairer. Thanks again," he said, taking the ticket. After closing her shop, she and Mel rode their bicycles towards Lake Merritt. He, to a coffee shop to study with some classmates, and she to a gym near the Grand Lake Theater. She worked out for a couple of hours, concentrating on her legs and glutes. A UPS driver who delivered to her store often looked at her, raising his eyebrows. "Wow, are you bigger or am I hallucinating?" She grinned. "Glad you noticed." * * * After her run around Lake Merritt on Saturday, she and Mel took BART into San Francisco and attended the comic book convention. Following that, they had dinner at the food court in the Bloomingdale's shopping mall. "So, tell me something about yourself that most people don't know," he said. "I wrestle guys," she said bluntly. "What?" he asked, dumbfounded. "I offer private wrestling matches and most of my clientele are men." "I see. . .you definitely have the build for it. Is it fun?" "For the most part, yes. But then there are the weirdos that I have to screen out." "How do you do that?" She drank some water before saying, "I've got a website with all the information. It lists my fees, my physical stats, etc. If someone's interested, they shoot me an email. If I find the correspondence between us strange, I'll filter them out. But if it looks okay, I'll meet them in a café and talk with them further." He raised his eyebrows. "I admire your bravery and boldness in doing this. I love strong, independent women myself and you seem to take it to whole new level. If you don't mind me asking, tell me about some of the more bizarre experiences you've had doing this." She forked another piece of broccoli and ate it, thinking. "I've been fooled before. This one guy seemed totally normal and legit. He was a wealthy, married doctor with three kids living in Pacific Heights. Didn't seem like much of a threat so I met him. When we get to my apartment he strips naked and tries to jump my bones." "So what happened?" "Fortunately, I know some martial arts and decked the jerk. Then I called the cops." She reflected some more. "Then another time this dude said he and his buddy wanted to wrestle me together but I only do matches with one person. They were very persistent, offering me more money but I still refused. Last month, I had someone email me with a request to do a porn film." She laughed. "I quickly deleted that. . .so tell me something about you that most people don't know." "I've been to a few orgies," he replied without hesitation. She looked him straight in the eye, unblinking. "How were they?" "Uhh, some of them were fun and some of them were really unusual." "Unusual in what way?" "Like some of the participants were angry, druggie types, some had drinking problems, and a few had weird fetishes. Suffice it to say I quickly left those situations," he said, laughing. She nodded. "I don't blame you. Hey, Mel, you wanna arm wrestle?" "Here?" "Sure. Why not?" Mel shrugged. "Okay." He stared at her big biceps and muscular arm. They rested their elbows on the table, locked hands, and after she counted to three, they began. He started out strong, his skinny, little arm pushing hers toward the surface of the table. She saw the triumphant grin on his face as her arm was inches away from the table. Lorraine shot him back a mischievous smile. "Not so fast, buddy." She quickly pushed his arm back in the opposite direction, slamming it hard on the table. Her smile turned to one of victory. A small crowd had gathered around them in the food court and they clapped and cheered. Some hooted and howled, some made cat-calls. "Thank you, ladies and gentlemen," she said sarcastically. "Anyone else?" It was a slow day at the store. After ringing up a customer on the register, she and one of her employees priced some more comics and put them in the respectable bins. Then she stocked some action figures in the middle aisle before doing some paperwork in the back office. Dull, boring, bland. The only excitement so far had been when she threw out some underage kids who ignored her when she told them to leave the adult books section. During her break, she walked to the copy shop a few stores down and chatted briefly with Mel. He was putting together college readers. "Having fun?" she asked. He sighed. "Two more hours and I'm outta here." "Wanna grab dinner later?" "Sure." Two weeks later: Lorraine biked to a yoga studio on Piedmont Avenue, a few blocks from her store, and attended her class. Afterwards, feeling much more relaxed and calm, she rode her bike to her gym and worked out. Again, she focused on pumping iron that would strengthen her whole body, but especially her butt, thighs, and calves. When she jogged around Lake Merritt later, wearing a faded Grateful Dead T-shirt and very short blue shorts, heads turned. The shorts were also tight, and her big ass cheeks bulged out of them. When she was finished, she returned to her nearby apartment on Alice Street, where she showered. Next, she checked her email. A message she had been expecting came through and she wrote back enthusiastically. She was sitting at a corner table in the Starbucks in Downtown Oakland when a stocky Latino man approached her. "Lorraine?" he said quietly. She looked up from her book, smiling pleasantly. "That's me. You must be Marty." He nodded, returning a friendly smile himself. They shook hands firmly, and he sat down, sipping his coffee. "I like your website, and was very impressed by your stats and achievements in bodybuilding. All those trophies. Boy, you do a mean workout, and you look fabulous." "Thanks. So, in your email you said you wrestled other women before." He nodded again. "Several times. Twice with well-known bodybuilders. . .I've always loved muscular women and think they're beautiful and underrated. It's not everyone's cup of tea. Some people think female bodybuilders such as yourself are ugly and masculine, but they don't know anything. I think slender, petite women are overrated." "Is that your two cents on buff women?" "Yep," he said, chuckling. * * * Upon arriving at her place, he paid her. She wore a sleeveless shirt and her very short blue shorts. He was down to a T-shirt and his underwear. Both were barefoot, standing on a large mat in the middle of her living room. They were about the same height. He looked at the posters on her walls: the Grateful Dead, the Stones, Jefferson Airplane, Crosby, Stills, and Nash. "Okay, let me tell you the ground rules: no nudity, no sex, no hitting or violence, and no touching of one's private body parts. All right?" she asked. "Understood. Can I tape the session?" "Sure." "Do I have your permission to put it on You Tube?" "Yes." "Great. Thanks." After he set up his recorder, they started. She locked him in a tight bear hug, lifting him off the ground. "Whoa!" he said, chuckling. She held him in the air for a minute, then lowered him, arms still wrapped around his body. He had his arms around her, too, but his hands stayed clear of her butt cheeks that bulged out of the shorts. Instead, they rested on her back. He sniffed the air. "You smell like Coppertone." "Uh-hmm. You give up?" "Yes." She released her grip. Next, they got down on the mat and she locked his head between her huge, muscular brown thighs in a scissor position. As she applied more pressure his face turned as red as a tomato. His nose and mouth was pressed tightly against the crack of her ass but he remained a good boy and didn't do anything inappropriate. "Do you surrender?" she asked. "Yes," he replied submissively. She let him go. After resting for a moment, she grabbed him and lifted him horizontally in the air above her head. She did this twice like he was a set of dumbbell weights at the gym, grinning victoriously. Lorraine felt like a champion gladiator, like she could kick any guy's ass. It was a wonderfully thrilling feeling, giving her an immense natural high. After she put him back on the mat, he high-fived her. "That was awesome, girl! Thanks! You're an unstoppable Amazonian." "Glad you liked it." She smiled at the camera. Marty then tried to wrestle her to the ground but couldn't take her down. Her towering frame remained upright, like it was cemented to the floor. She eventually broke out of his vise-like bear hug and grappled him tightly, flipping him down on the mat. As he lied there, catching his breath, she sat on top of his chest, leaning over to pin his wrists onto the mat. "Do you surrender?" He nodded, and she released him. Grinning at her mischievously, he asked, "Can I lick and suck your feet?" "No," she replied firmly. "I'll pay you more money." "Sorry, Marty, but the answer is no." * * * On Saturday, she and Mel loaded up her old, beat up Subaru station wagon and headed to Telegraph Avenue, near the UC Berkeley campus. It was another humid day as people strolled up and down the well-known thoroughfare, browsing at the merchandise that street vendors were selling. At her table, she had her jewelry, craftwork, paintings, bowls, indigenous drums, and wooden flutes displayed. "You made all these?" he asked. "Yep." "Wow, they're beautiful," he said, impressed. "Thanks. Just a hobby of mine. I do have a life outside of that store, you know." "Oh, yes, dear, I know." She laughed. "You know about the other side of me, the one that moonlights as a wrestler. Don't forget, it's our little secret, okay?" "My lips are sealed." She wore a Cheap Trick tank top, tan shorts (that weren't too short), and Birkenstocks. He had on a lighted colored shirt and cargo pants. Her table was just outside of Amoeba Records so she had a lot of people check out her stand when they left the store. A teenage girl purchased some earrings, while the vendor next to her, bought a flute. He was a black man with long braids. "Good seeing you again," he said, giving her a warm hug. He kissed her on the lips. "Long time, no see. The avenue missed you, sista." "Nice seeing you, too, Jamal. I was so busy for a while at the store that I didn't get a chance to come up here. This is my friend, Mel." The two men shook hands. When Jamal went back to his stand, she whispered to Mel, "He's quite flirtatious with the ladies." "I'd like to get some tips from him." She elbowed him gently, laughing. That night, she drove them to her parent's house in Castro Valley for dinner. After the meal, she showed them pictures of her recent vacation to Jamaica. When they finally returned to Oakland, it was close to midnight. "Wanna come in and have a joint?" she asked. "Sure." "I've also got some movies from Netflix if you're interested." "How about comic books?" "Pu-leeeze! I don't want to think about them till Monday." She parked her Subaru two blocks away and they walked back to her apartment building. Once inside her warm unit, she opened the windows. He looked at her posters, and then at the wrestling mat that leaned against the wall. She popped in a DVD and they sat on the couch. As the opening credits rolled, she took out a bag of marijuana and rolled up a joint. She let him have the first puff. After she took a few drags, she felt more relaxed, leaning her head back against the sofa. As the movie droned on, she felt his hand on her bare thigh moments later. She didn't do or say anything, staring ahead at the TV screen. He passed the joint back to her and she inhaled again. He started caressing her thigh but she still remained silent. "Hey, isn't that guy from Seinfeld?" she asked. When his hand moved under her shorts, she giggled and said, "That tickles." His cock was swollen and hard as he started unzipping her shorts. She took one last puff from the joint before mashing it out in an ashtray. Then she finally turned to him and had the most naughty and lecherous look on her face. "God, I am horny," she whispered sexily into his ear. He took off her shorts and thong, and she threw off her Cheap Trick tank top. His eyes bulged out of their sockets at the sight of her medium-sized breasts with their large, erect nipples. They looked like giant knobs. Then his eyes moved down to her big, shaved pussy and her shapely ass. "Oh, my Lord!" he said. "Your workouts have done you wonders." Lorraine helped him undress, looking at his short, thin frame. Her jaw dropped open when she saw his long, monstrous manhood. How could a little guy have such a big one?! "I guess we're not watching the movie." She switched off the TV and embraced him quickly. They French kissed feverishly, and she kept sticking her long tongue into his mouth eagerly. He had to stoop up to reach her lips. Her breasts were at the level of his face and he sucked and licked her tits and big nipples sensually. They sank to their knees, and she looked down at him, moaning. She noticed the curtains were open and that the windows faced another apartment complex, as well as an alleyway between both buildings. Oh, well, she thought. After sucking her nipples for a while longer, she grabbed his humungous dick and stroked it in a frenzy. He closed his eyes. Soon, his penis was in her mouth and she sucked it slowly and passionately. "Ooooooh!" he said. She licked his large, droopy balls. Moments later, they walked over to a wooden stool that was before the windows. He sat on it, and then she sat in his lap, his hands fondling her big ass cheeks. Occasionally, he'd split them open playfully and she laughed. When Mel slapped her butt she howled and growled like a wild animal. He periodically buried his face in her sweaty dark blonde hair. Her warm, sticky body smelled of sun block. "Fuck me!" she commanded. The room still had the sweet odor of pot. He sniffed the air before sliding his dick inside her big, moist vagina. She started going up and down on him like she was riding a merry-go-round. His cock slipped out, and she eagerly helped him put it back in. Then she began going up and down again, going faster and harder. Her moans were loud and deep. He held her sweaty, brown body tight, one hand clutching her ass. That hand slid into the crack of her butt, fingering her anus. Lorraine brought her face close to his, looking straight into his eyes, smiling widely. "I like that. I like getting fucked in my asshole and in my pussy. . .Oooooooh, God, fuck me!" She continued going fast and hard, hooking her big toe around one of the legs of the stool so she wouldn't fall off. Soon, they climaxed and her moans shot up several octaves. He thought the windows would shatter but they didn't. * * * A week later, she was sitting in her office at the store surfing the internet. Just out of curiosity, she did a search on You Tube and found the video clip of her wrestling match with Marty. She watched it twice. She also came across videos of her wrestling other men (as well as arm wrestling them), some of her pumping iron at the gym, a couple of her playing beach volleyball, and some of her doing bodybuilding poses. Several minutes passed before there was a knock on her door. She looked up and saw Jamal standing there, grinning at her. She smiled happily. "Hey, stranger. Come on in." He sat in a chair in front of her desk. "I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd pop in and say hello." "Thanks, that's nice of you. Are you still teaching at that school in East Oakland?" He nodded. "I really admire you helping those underprivileged kids. There's been so much violence in the city lately, so many youths getting killed. It's great they have a mentor and role model such as yourself. You're an extremely valuable asset to this community." "Thank you. I try to do the best I can, every day, every minute, and every second. I never hesitate for a moment to help those kids. I've also got a side gig now. I'm a freelance IT tech, assisting people with computer problems here and there." "Cool." He handed her a business card. "So if you need any help with troubleshooting or upgrading or adding software, give me a holla. I'll throw in a discount, too." "Thanks. I'll definitely keep you in mind. . .so, would you like to buy any comics?" His grin was more flirtatious this time. "Actually, I'd like to take you out to lunch." She started blushing. "I'm flattered, but I've got a boyfriend." "Is it that Asian guy that was with you that day?" She nodded. "Let's be friends then. How's that?" "Sure. I'll spread the word about your side job." "Appreciate it. Hey, before I go, can I arm wrestle you?" "Certainly." She cleared the papers and folders off her desk. Then they placed their elbows on the surface, locked hands, and after she counted to three, they started. Jamal was an athletic guy, and for a while he gave it his all and prevented her from claiming a quick, easy win. But in the end, Lorraine's massive arm finally slammed his down on the desk. She beamed triumphantly. Hippie Chick I had never been to Colorado before; had never had a reason to visit until my brother moved there during my senior year in high school. As a graduation present, my parents bought me a ticket to fly out and spend a couple of weeks with him. It was just a couple of days into the trip when he took me to a party some friends of his were hosting one beautiful afternoon. It was an incredible experience for me, having grown up on the east coast, to be drinking beer on this huge piece of property in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains while a band played on the patio. Beer in hand, I wandered down a path through the backyard at one point, ending up near a small creek where a tire swing hung from a tree on the bank. How could I resist? I set my beer down and swung over the creek on the tire, hoping that the rope was strong and that I didn't end up in the mud. What a hoot that ended up being. I was having such a good time that I didn't realize I was no longer alone. Looking around at one point, I noticed a woman standing nearby so, feeling slightly embarrassed, I jumped off the swing onto solid ground and said "Hello" as I picked up my beer. Even at 18 and fresh out of high school, I knew immediately that something wasn't quite right with this chick. As soon as I acknowledged her, she started talking and not much of what she was saying was making any sense. As I tried to follow her conversation, I gave her the once over and things didn't seem any clearer. Her physical appearance, including the way she was dressed, combined with her rambling suggested either mental illness or heavy drug use. I looked around and realized that no one else was in sight so I started to get a little bit nervous. I quickly downed the rest of my beer and made the excuse that I needed a refill before heading quickly back up the path toward the house. I breathed a sigh of relief when I reached the keg and, as I refilled my cup, looked over to see the weird chick on her way back to the house, but not moving as quickly as I'd been. "Is she a friend of yours?" asked a voice that was suddenly behind me and I actually jumped a little bit. I turned to see a total babe standing beside me looking completely bohemian. I'd seen her from a distance a few times since I'd arrived at the party, but she looked even more incredible close up. She wore her long, curly brown hair to her shoulders, a halter top that barely restrained her large breasts and a long, flowing skirt. Her arms were ornamented with various fabric bracelets, she wore several strands of beads around her neck and there was one braid hanging right alongside her stunning face. She giggled at my being startled and her green eyes twinkled. I started filling her cup as I related what I'd experienced down by the creek. By the time her cup was full, my story was finished and the weird chick was approaching. Before I knew what was happening, the hot chick had taken control of the situation. "I'm just glad you're here because I've missed you, sweetie," she said loud enough that the weird chick could definitely hear. She threw her arms around me as she told me that she didn't plan to let me leave her side for the rest of the night and the next thing I know her lips are against mine and her tongue is in my mouth. I played along, with no argument, my free arm going around her waist and pulling her against me. I'm sure we made a bit of a sight, if anybody had been paying attention; I had more of the surfer look going with my long blonde hair, jams and puka shell necklace while she was the quintessential hippie chick and, of course, we had a weird chick just staring at us. After a couple minutes of making out, she chanced a peek over my shoulder and the weird chick was still there staring at us. Stepping back, she took my hand while saying, "Why don't we see if we can find someplace a bit more private," while throwing a look at the weird chick. She led me away from the keg and through the backyard until we found a place where we could sit and still hear the band without having to yell a conversation. I thanked her for saving me and she smiled, telling me that it had been her pleasure. She then told me that she thought it might be a good idea if she stuck with me for a while for my own protection. I told her that she was probably right and asked her what her name was; it was Janis. It turned out that Janis was one of the residents of the house, though not one of the owners; she rented a room and shared the rest of the living space. She was definitely cool and unlike anyone I'd met before. After a couple of hours together, on one of our trips inside to use the bathroom, instead of heading back outside, she led me upstairs to show me her room. It was everything you would have expected for a late-80s hippie chick: beads, a lava lamp, billowy, filmy hangings and drapes and lots of books and CDs. She turned on the ceiling fan to get the air flowing while I selected some music to put on the stereo. When I turned back from the stereo, she took my hand and led me toward her bed, which was just a box-spring and mattress on the floor. She positioned me at the foot of the bed then sat before me and opened my shorts. As she worked my shorts and underwear down, my cock sprung out in her face. As she took my rigid tool in her fist and began to gently pump it, I stepped out of my shorts and underwear, kicking them aside. She looked up at me with a smile, then returned her attention to my cock and wrapped her lips around it. I let out a moan and embedded my fingers in her curly locks as she began to blow me. Her mouth felt like heaven as her lips slid up and down my throbbing member and I knew, even with several beers in me, that I wouldn't be good for very long. I wasn't concerned, though, because I knew that once I got her clothes off and got a look at her hot body, I'd likely be fully rigid again in no time at all. Prior to this incident, every blowjob I'd received had been from somebody close to my age and probably with not much experience. I didn't know how old Janis was, but I suspected she was a few years older than me and probably a bit more worldly. As such, her skill level with respect to oral sex far surpassed any of my previous experiences. I had never felt such pleasure as while her mouth engulfed my tool. She held the base of my cock in one hand, pumping it gently as her lips slid up and down my shaft. Her other hand had a firm grip on my ass. Occasionally, she'd slip my cock from her mouth and, while continuing to pump it, raise it up and slurp my balls. I found it difficult not to watch as my cock slid in and out of Janis' mouth since most of my previous blowjobs had either occurred in the dark or under the covers. Between watching and feeling the incredible pleasure, I did occasionally have to close my eyes and just relish what I was experiencing. My cock grew even more rigid and began to swell as I felt what promised to be an intense orgasm welling up from deep within me. Janis just continued what she was doing even as I exploded with a moan of relief, spurting my load down her throat. Once my cock had stopped spasming and began to soften, Janis released it and leaned back on her elbows. I wasted no time in dropping to my knees, anxious to get her naked and return the favor. I told her how amazing she had been and that I intended to make her feel equal pleasure as I leaned forward and slid her halter top up to expose her stomach. I kissed my way up over her stomach and ribs until the halter top was bunched below her incredible breasts. At that point, I had to raise my head as I began to lift her top up to expose her tits. I'm not sure I was breathing at all as the lower swell came into view, followed by her large areolas and hard, thick nipples. I could feel the blood already trying to return to my flaccid cock. Once her tits were fully exposed, I lowered my head, first to one then the other, to lick and suck her hard nipples. Janis let out a soft moan and brought one hand up to the back of my head, supporting herself on just one arm. I brought my own hands down from the hem of her shirt onto her luscious globes and fondled the soft flesh while continuing to ravage her nipples and areolas with my tongue and lips. She slowly sat up while I remained focused, pulling her top and the strands of love beads completely off then holding my head with both of her hands. I knew I would never tire of her soft, smooth, torpedo-like tits and could have spent the rest of the afternoon indulging myself, but I still wanted to see her naked and go down on her with the hope of providing as much pleasure to her as she had to me. Somewhat reluctantly, I started kissing my way back down over her ribs and stomach while she reclined on the bed as I moved my hands down to start sliding her skirt up. Being an east coast boy with no experience with bohemian chicks, it didn't occur to me at the time that I might be on the verge of entering an area that was unfamiliar with the business end of a razor. I'm sure I'd had a glimpse of her pits prior to this moment, however, and it would have occurred to me had her pits not been smooth and hairless. As it turned out, while I was sliding her skirt up, I did not encounter any leg hair and, when I flipped the hem up above her waist and exposed her pussy, I was greeted by a nicely trimmed bush. I lowered my head and kissed my way up her smooth inner thighs, alternating from one side to the other, until I reached her pussy. Running my tongue up her slit, I found her overflowing with pungent juices, which I eagerly lapped up. Janis moaned passionately and ran her fingers through my hair. I glanced up and my eyes practically bugged out as I saw her arms squeezing her succulent breasts together as they pointed toward the ceiling. The blood continued to return to my now not-as-flaccid cock. I focused my licking on her clit while slipping a finger into what turned out to be a nicely snug but extremely slippery pussy. She was ever-so-subtly moving her hips in rhythm with my finger sliding in and out of her but her moaning, though continuous, dropped to a much softer level. I felt good because it seemed pretty clear that she was enjoying what I was doing, so my goal of providing her as much pleasure as she had provided me was being realized. The longer I licked and sucked her clit and fingered her pussy, the more she seemed to writhe around on the bed with an occasionally louder moan interspersed with the others. As I relished the taste of the juices flowing around my finger and gazed up at her mountainous tits, my cock continued to grow along with my confidence that I'd soon be slipping it into her. Her pelvic movements were getting faster and she was holding my head in place as her moaning was beginning to turn into harsh, heavy breathing. When she clamped her smooth thighs around my ears and held my head down, I couldn't hear what sounds she was making, but I could feel her entire body seeming to tense up. I just kept at what I was doing, since it appeared to be doing the trick, until she went completely limp on the bed and convulsions racked her body. My finger was flooded with fresh juices as she came and I didn't stop pumping in and out or licking and sucking her clit until she went still. I raised my head and sucked the juices from my finger as I watched her chest heaving while she caught her breath. I glanced down at her skirt bunched around her waist, the only article of clothing she still wore, and noticed the tie holding it together around her waist. She opened her eyes and smiled at me as I untied it, then she slid out of it, moving backwards up the bed. I stood up, peeled off my tank top so that I was as naked as she was, then crawled up the bed to join her. She reached for my cock and found that it was fully rigid again, stroked it a few times as she glanced down at it, then asked if I'd like her to ride it. I smiled and nodded. She rolled toward me, swinging her leg over to straddle me as her tits swung about right in front of me. While she reached back to guide my tool into her pussy, I was already fondling her dangling globes. I groaned as she lowered herself onto me because her pussy was so hot, so slippery and so snug that I couldn't believe how great it felt. She sat up, with her tits just jutting out rather than swinging, and humped her hips forward and back on my throbbing cock. She smiled and moaned as she rode me while I caressed her soft tits and her hard nipples. Her tits heaved and jiggled in my appreciative hands while my gaze alternated from watching them to watching the look of pleasure upon her stunning face. She started out fucking me slowly but gradually, and almost unnoticeably with me being entranced by her tits, she not only started to pick up her pace but began to lean forward until, eventually, her hands were planted on either side of my head. By this point, obviously, I had noticed because now her tits were swinging right in my face and I quickly had my tongue and lips working once again on her thick nipples. She was slamming herself backward on my stiff shaft harder and faster as her moaning was getting longer and louder, so I started raising my hips to push deeper into her. It was reluctantly that I released her tits and slid my hands around to her ass to pull her down on me as I pushed up into her, but I knew they weren't going anywhere and I'd have my hands upon them once again in no time. Janis' ass, a work of art in itself, was slapping against my thighs as we frantically fucked each other and she approached her second orgasm. With each pass of her pussy up and down my shaft, it felt hotter and more slippery until she let out a cry and I felt tremors coursing through it around my cock. She continued to ride me as she came, stopping once she finished and lowering her mouth to mine again. We made out with my throbbing cock still embedded in her steamy pussy until I managed to roll her over onto her back. As we continued to explore each other's mouths with our tongues, I started slowly thrusting in and out of her juicy pussy again. She had her legs completely splayed out and was gripping my ass, pulling me into her while raising her hips to meet each thrust while I relished the amazing feel of her pussy. I could feel my own second orgasm slowly beginning to build but realized we hadn't said a thing about contraception, so I decided that I wasn't going to cum inside her. I'd already cum in her mouth, so that left another enticing option on the table. I continued to slowly fuck her, trying to draw out the pleasure for as long as possible because I'd determined that sex with Janis was absolutely incredible. Eventually, to my simultaneous chagrin and relief, I found myself on the verge of cumming. At the last possible moment, I casually pulled free of Janis' succulent pussy, moved up over her and lay my cock between her luscious globes. She was right with me all the way and had her tits squeezed together around it as soon as my cock touched her sternum. As she held them together, I leaned against the wall above her head and slid my cock in and out between the soft, fleshy masses. Although a different feeling from her juicy pussy, fucking Janis' tits was no less pleasurable. The friction of the smooth, soft flesh along my already overstimulated cock was heavenly and my impending orgasm continued to build. My attention was on Janis' tits, her hard nipples and pink areolas, and her pretty face, which was intently watching the head of my cock playing peek-a-boo. My tool began to swell as the level of pleasure built to an incredibly intense level just before I came. Finally, with a grunt that I couldn't suppress, I began to shoot my load all over Janis' chest and neck as her eyes got wide and her smile got broad. Only once I was completely spent did I pull my softening cock free from her tits and move to lie down beside her as she cleaned my cum from her skin, scooping it into her mouth with her finger. "You should stay here tonight," she said, once she'd finished. "Really?" I was pleasantly surprised at the invitation, despite what had just occurred. "Yeah. I think it would be fun." "OK. I just need to find my brother and let him know. What time is it?" She rolled away from me to look at the digital clock on the floor, then turned back and said "Six thirty." "That's it?" It felt like I had already spent an eternity with Janis, but it wasn't even dark outside yet. We decided to get dressed, briefly at least, and go downstairs for something to eat and another beer. I figured I'd track my brother down while we were down there and let him know of my plans for the night. I hated to see Janis covering her body up again, but when she bent over with her ass aimed directly at me and her puffy lips peeking between her thighs, I knew I'd be keeling behind her at some point very soon, my hips smacking against that sweet ass. Hippie Chick Ch. 02 It was a warm, sunny day as Lorraine drove the beat-up camper on the quiet two-lane highway. The camper pulled a nice looking boat. There hadn't been another car for miles. She saw nothing out here but cattle grazing on rolling yellow hills, trees, streams, lakes, and lots of forest. Which was perfect. She escaped the crowded cities in search of this: solitude, nature, tranquility, and animals. A few days out here would be great. She couldn't wait to get out of this rig and be one with the outdoors. Do some fishing, swimming, sunbathing. Asleep in the passenger seat was her boyfriend, Mel. He was a short, slender Asian man dressed in REI clothes. She was a tall Italian American woman with a thick, muscular body and shoulder length dark blonde hair. Her skin was a Mediterranean brown with freckles here and there. She wore an AC/DC shirt, tight Daisy Duke shorts, and flip flops. Her big butt cheeks bulged out of the shorts. A Grateful Dead song blared from the speakers and yet Mel still managed to sleep. Lorraine sang along to the music, tapping her thumbs on the steering wheel. She shifted gears as they went up a hill and floored the gas pedal. Mel woke up seconds later, yawning, looking out the window at a peaceful lake. "That it?" he asked. "No. Almost there, hon." He looked at her toenails that had been painted a clear, glossy sheen. She shifted gears again. He watched her foot floor the pedal, then it pressed the brakes a little. He wanted to kiss and lick her feet. Her glossy toenails aroused him. Again she stepped on the gas as they went up another hill. More yellow hills passed by them. More cows. As she sang another Dead song he looked at her Daisy Dukes, at her ass cheeks that threatened to split them apart. Suddenly, he stuck his fingers deep between those large cheeks, fondling them. She chuckled, smiling at him lecherously. He went even deeper and she uttered a moan. She didn't wear panties. His other hand stroked her huge, muscular thighs that looked like tree trunks. Her calves were equally big. She stopped singing and moaned loudly as he continued fingering her anus and pussy. Soon he had her shorts off. Luckily, there were no other motorists around. Even in the heat of passion and lust Lorraine kept her eyes on the road, checking the rearview mirror especially for cops. Her deep moans now competed with the voice of Jerry Garcia. Mel lowered his head near the steering wheel and ate her big cunt. As his tongue probed her clitoris her moans shot up several octaves and she almost swerved off the road. He thought her moans would shatter the camper's glass. She quickly maintained control of the wheel and got them back on course. He licked and sucked her pussy fast and soon she experienced an awesome orgasm, screaming for more and more. She pulled to the side of the road to let him have his turn. "I gotta cum, babe," he said. "I'm so fucking horny now because of you. All I'm thinking about is fucking your brains out your ears." Lorraine shot him a naughty grin. "Do it then." They went to the back of the camper, stripped naked, and Mel slid his long, enormous dick into her giant anus. The head of his penis was massive and round. She winced and cried out a little as it went in. "How could such a gigantic cock get in?" she asked, her big brown eyes bulging out at it, her jaw dropping open. "Jeez, it's monstrous!" "It got in before," he said simply. She winced again as he began pumping her, his large balls bouncing against her ass. Her hand fondled his nuts gently and he closed his eyes in pleasure. His manhood slipped out somehow and she eagerly inserted it back in. When he threatened to stop and leave her she grabbed his arm, moaning, "More, more, more!!" Mel laughed. Again she cried out when his dick's humungous head entered her asshole. They got more comfortable on the mattress before he went faster and harder, the way she liked it. Pretty soon he ejaculated inside her and they were drenched in sweat. She sat in his lap and they hugged each other tight, laughing. * * * After showering in the camper's stall they hit the road. Still, no other vehicles in sight. Odd but nice at the same time, Lorraine thought. No crowds or traffic to worry about. Just the beauty of nature. He drank some water from a bottle and then passed it to her. "Hey, how many times have we fucked?" She drank water. "I think it's in the double digits now." "I want to take it to the triple digits." She raised her eyebrows. "Wow, that's a lot of fucking! It's kinda mind boggling!" "That's the fun and beauty of it." She tapped her thumbs on the steering wheel. A Stones song was playing in the background. "We'll run out of positions. It won't be fun anymore," she teased. He leaned his head back. "Don't worry, I got plenty of books." "Still, that's a lot of humping. . .but I'm game." "You sound hesitant." She smiled. "No, I'm down." She kept her eyes on the winding road, her foot stepping on the brakes a little. They finally reached a secluded campsite along a river. There was still plenty of daylight as they launched the boat into the water. They changed. He wore a T-shirt and swimming trunks and she wore a tight bikini, shades, and a cowboy hat. The bikini bottom was the kind you tied together with strings, with knots on the hips. The knots on hers were getting loose, not to mention the bikini kept getting stuck between her big ass cheeks. She had to keep pulling it out, and Mel assisted a few times, too. The bikini top barely covered her large tits and her big nipples were pressed tight against the fabric. Yowzers!!!!!!!! After applying sun block they sped off, with her behind the wheel again. She howled enthusiastically as they zoomed across the placid waters. She felt like a big kid, having so much fun with this boat. Eventually they went down to a large lake, set the anchor down, and fished a little. The sun was really coming down hard now. She made sandwiches and cut up fruit and veggies in the galley, walking barefoot all over the place. He kept looking at her clear, glossy toenails and her large, pendulous breasts. They looked like they were going to burst out of that bikini at any second. Her big nipples were erect. The bikini bottom got wedged deep between her cheeks again and he just stood and stared at it, a big grin on his face. She was at the counter cutting cheese, her butt facing him. After a long moment he came over, hooked the fabric around his thumb, and pulled it out. "Thanks," she said. They brought the food up to the deck and ate, adding beer to the menu. Afterwards they sunbathed, with her taking off her bikini top. She fell asleep chest down. When she woke up she asked, "Did I sleep for a long time, hon?" "Yep." "Must've been the heat and the food. Food coma." She chuckled. "You catch any Z's?" "A little. The sandwiches were delicious. So were the fruit and veggies." "Glad you liked it." Lorraine looked at her skin. "Boy, I'm really gonna roast. I always get darker in the spring and summer. Typical Italian genes. Want another beer?" "Sure." She reached into the cooler and tossed him a can of Beck's. She remained topless. The idea of being naked out in nature turned her on. Sitting in the captain's seat she scanned the quiet forest and lake around them. No one and no animals in sight. She looked using a pair of binoculars, too, but didn't see anything. She tilted her cowboy hat back, enjoying the beauty and peacefulness of the moment. Later, she asked playfully, "Wanna go skinny dipping?" "Sure." She pulled the strings to her bikini bottom and it fell on the deck. Mel took off his swimming trunks and they dived into the cold water. They played around in the water, kissed and made out, swam around for a while, and then climbed back aboard. They wound up fucking again, with him sitting in the captain's seat while she sat in his lap and rode his cock. His balls slapped against her butt again as he went faster. She grabbed the rails tight, moaning loudly. "Oooooooooooooooooooh! Ooooooooooooooooooooh!" Lorraine kept saying. "Oooooooooooooh, God, that feels soooooo gooood!! Ooooh, God, it's huge and it's inside me!!!" Within minutes he came, shooting every single drop and ounce of his precious seed into her. His nails dug deep into her wide, thick back as the last of it spurted out. His moans echoed across the silent lake. She smiled at him, giving him a passionate kiss. "That was the fucking bomb!" Lorraine said. He laughed. "That was number ninety seven." They wound up on the deck for the next round, with him giving it to her doggy-style for all to see and hear. And for those who heard it, man, she screamed! The following round, they went down to the bedroom where he stood and held her butt while she climbed on top of him and hung onto his neck, straddling her huge, muscular legs around him tightly. Being a skinny guy he was able to hold her up somehow and she loved every minute of it, howling and moaning as he kept ramming his long cock into her wet pussy. The massive, round head of his dick slid into her and she did wince at first. But that was long behind her now. He looked into Lorraine's big brown eyes. "You love my big, round cock head?" "YES!!!! GIVE ME MORE! GIVE ME MORE!" "You like Asian cock?" "I LOVE ASIAN COCK! IT'S THE BEST!" "You like it up the butt and pussy?" "YES!!" "You're gonna give birth to all our little Eurasian babies?" She laughed, straddling her legs tighter so that her bare feet touched one another. He pumped her fast and hard again, his nuts flopping against her butt. Her moans were deafening. "I'm gonna cum, babe," Mel said. She nodded and knelt before him. Mel sprayed warm white semen all over her. It landed on her face, boobs, her dark blonde hair, everywhere. She smiled, rubbing it all over her body. After showering they went back up to the deck to dry off under the scorching sun. Lorraine only wore the bikini bottom. After pulling the anchor up she sat in the captain's chair and steered the wheel right, guiding them across the lake. It later turned into a river again. A dense, green forest was on both sides of the water. They stopped half an hour later. He sat in her lap and they French kissed passionately. Then he sat down and she knelt before him and sucked his dick feverishly. She licked his nuts. They wound up on the deck where he lied on his back and she squatted over his genitals and did the cowgirl position, heeing and hawing. She even wore her cowboy hat, like she was riding a horse or a rodeo bull. Mel pumped her big cunt faster and faster until she screamed for more and more, never wanting it to end. "Ooooooooooooooooooh, fuuuuuck!" Lorraine said. "Oh, God! Ooooh, God!" He also let out a long series of moans as he came inside her. She was all sweaty and sticky, sitting on top of him. She tipped her cowboy hat at him and smiled. During the next round she lied butt naked on the counter in the galley and he ate her pussy. Lorraine spread her legs wide open and he licked and sucked. He also licked and sucked her feet and toes. She liked that a lot. He fingered her anus quite a bit and his tongue probed there, too. Her moans were loud and deep when he went faster and harder. She clutched the edge of the counter when she achieved a spectacular orgasm. The afternoon sun was bright and warm as she lied on a hammock. The skies were completely blue. She watched the sky, drinking a wine cooler, wearing only the bikini bottom. The heat was making her sleepy and she nodded off a few times. Suddenly, a male voice said, "Excuse me!" When Lorraine didn't respond the man repeated the statement. She slipped out of REM and looked up groggily. Pushing her shades up her nose she saw a small fishing boat near their craft. Three shirtless, young guys were on board. Two of them were Asian and one was Middle Eastern. They each had a fishing pole with a line in the water. She stifled a yawn. "Yes?" "Do you know which direction the American River is?" one of the Asian men asked. He had a shaved head. Lorraine approached the railing, topless. The three men stared at her big, swinging hooters, at her giant nipples. She acted like everything was normal. "No, I don't," she replied. "Sorry. Hold on, let me ask my boyfriend." She disappeared for a moment and later returned. "Sorry, he doesn't know either. You boys want to go fishing down there?" "Yep. Have you had any luck out here?" "A little. I came mostly for camping, being in nature, backpacking." The man with the shaved head nodded. "Well, you picked a perfect place. How long you guys gonna be out here?" "Few days. What about yourself? You're camping too?" "No, just a day trip. Gonna head back to Sacramento later." He wiped his sweaty face with his shirt. "Hey, you got any extra beer or water on board? We're all tapped out." "Sure, I'll get you some." She walked barefoot to the galley and they had a perfect view of her bikini bottom wedged deep between her big cheeks. The Middle Eastern man's jaw dropped wide open and he whispered, "Goddamn!" The other Asian man's eyed bulged out. "What a perfect ass." Lorraine returned with some beer and water bottles. The men got within inches of her boat and she handed them the supplies. They thanked her. The Middle Eastern man smiled. "That's a nice boat you got there." "Thanks." "Did you get a good deal on it?" "As a matter of fact, I did. I was very lucky. I love being on the water." They tried not to stare at her large breasts and nipples but it was quite impossible! It was like pretending the pink elephant was not in the room. Her huge, muscular thighs and calves were quite a sight too. "Mind if we take a look?" "Uhh, we gotta get going. Sorry," she replied, smiling. "But it was definitely nice chatting with you boys. Enjoy the beer." "Say you got any food on board? We're starving," shaved head said. She shook her head. "We're all out." "Can I use your bathroom? I gotta pee," the other Asian man said. "Piss in the river. I won't look." When shaved head tried to board her boat she pushed him away. "Hey!" she said, looking up at the bridge where Mel sat behind the wheel. "Let's go!" Mel steered their boat down the river. She gave the trio an intimidating, menacing glare as they sailed away. "Are they following us?" Mel asked. She was lying on the hammock again, looking behind them. "No, they're long gone. That was hours ago. Hey, wanna anchor the boat somewhere, hike into the forest and camp someplace?" "Sure." He stopped the boat near a riverbank and they strapped on their packs. They swam partway to the shore, walking the rest of the way through calf high water. She just wore the bikini bottom and was barefoot. Mel wore his shorts and sandals. They trekked through the forest and finally set up their tent near a creek. They bathed in the creek and then made love inside the tent and then outside of it. She clutched a tree stump as he gave it to her doggie-style. As they climaxed her loud moans boomed throughout the forest. When she woke up the following morning she noticed the zipper of the tent was halfway open. That was odd. Mel was asleep next to her in the sleeping bag. He could've forgotten to close it after he peed or something but that was unlikely. He was pretty cautious especially with animals lurking about. She exited the tent and noticed all their gear and equipment was gone. All that was left was their tent and sleeping bag. "Shit!" she said, looking around carefully. Nothing anywhere. She immediately woke up Mel and informed him. "It must've been those punks. They followed us and stole everything. C'mon, let's head back to the boat." When they reached the riverbank they didn't see the boat. "Fuck!" Lorraine said angrily. "I knew it!" "I had bad vibes about them even before you talked to them. Why'd you chat with them for so long? And give them beer? That was crazy! You should've just ignored them. We should've just left right there and then. Sometimes you're just so naïve! Use common sense!" "Okay, Okay! I'm sorry. Now let's just figure out what we're gonna do." She thought for a moment. "Let's backtrack through the forest back to the camper. It's gonna take a while but that's my vote." "Why don't we just try to flag down a fisherman or car on the highway and ask them to call the sheriff." "But where's the highway? If we see a fisherman or backpackers we'll tell them. In the meantime, I think we better get going before it gets dark." She led the way through the woods, barefoot and only wearing her bikini bottom. The fabric was stuck between her cheeks again and he inserted his fingers into the big crack and pulled it out. "When I find them I'm gonna kill them," she said. Her big titties bounced up and down as she ran through the forest. She parted her shoulder length dark blonde hair, carefully scanning the woods for signs of people or animals. By midday, they rested near a stream before moving on. Little did she know that shaved head was studying her big hooters through a pair of binoculars. He smiled mischievously before passing them to his buddies. They studied her body too. "Yeah! That's what I'm talkin' about. I want some of that," the Middle Eastern said. "But she's gotta bathe first. Otherwise she's gonna be all stinky." "I thought you like big farmer's daughters like her all sweaty and smellin' like snatch." The Middle Eastern man with the spiked hair made a face. "Yuck! Sweaty maybe. You think she's German or Austrian? She looks like this German girl I dated in college. She was thick and muscular like her." Shaved head shrugged. "Seems like your typical blonde to me. I bet she's a beast in bed. Bet she likes to fuck." "Bet she gives great head," the other Asian man commented, studying her ass through the binoculars. They followed the two through the forest. Lorraine and Mel walked along the river, not seeing any fishermen yet. Hours later they could see their camper in the distance. But before they could sprint off to it the three men surrounded them. Shaved head shot her a naughty grin. "Hey, big buns." She looked at them angrily. "Wanna compare nut sizes? Actually, I've got the biggest balls out of this whole group." He laughed. "Let me be the judge of that," she said and lunged at him, bringing them both crashing to the dirt. They wrestled for a while. He tried to pull the strings to her bikini bottom but kept missing them. At one point his hands grabbed her butt cheeks and fondled them but she slammed two vicious punches in his face and he reeled backwards. When he tried getting back up she kept kicking him in the face with her bare foot until it was all bloody. Two of his front teeth got knocked out and he dropped to the ground unconscious. "Goddamn!" The Middle Eastern man said. Before he could blink or react she grabbed him and lifted him high into the air, above her head. Lorraine shook him so violently that he screamed for his life. Afterwards she threw him hard against a tree, like he was a ragged doll. They heard several bones snap and break before he landed on the dirt. "Ouch!" Mel said. The Asian man was last and he started backpedaling away from her, his eyes bulging out in fear. She kept following him, flashing him a wicked grin. "Wanna compare nut sizes? Do you have the biggest balls?" He kept backing away, his hands far from his body. Sweat beaded across his face, his breathing grew labored. "Please, let me go. . .I'm sorry that we hassled you before. It was his idea, not mine. Let me go and I won't tell anyone." She maintained the wicked grin. "Can you show me your big balls? If you do I'll show you my big cunt." She laughed. The man didn't laugh, didn't smile. The only emotion he was expressing was fear. When he bolted away she chased him and jumped him, bringing him down to the ground with a loud thud. She slapped him silly several times, sitting on his chest. Then she unzipped his fly and grabbed his cock. Hippie Chick Ch. 02 "That ain't big at all," she said calmly and disappointedly. She pulled the strings to her bikini bottom. "You wanna see big? Check this out." The sheriff came and took away the men, and also took down her statement and Mel's. Then she put on a Rolling Stones shirt, slipped on her Birkenstocks, and got behind the wheel. She hummed an old Bob Dylan song as she drove the camper down the road. THE END Hippie Chick "Way to go, girl! So the stories about you are true? All the guys you've beaten in wrestling." "Yep." At night, she sat naked on a short wooden stool in front of the living room windows and played an accordion her grandfather from Italy had given her. It was muggy and stuffy in her unit and she had the windows open, as well as the curtains. Occasionally, she looked outside but didn't see anyone watching her from the apartment building facing her room, nor did she see anybody in the alleyway. She didn't have a problem with nudity and hoped her neighbors didn't either. Her back faced the glass as she played. She heard someone walking around in the unit above hers. When she finished, her big toe hit the STOP button on a tape recorder near her feet. She rewound the tape and listened to it, nodding in satisfaction. She put the accordion away and then slipped on a pair of wristbands and ankle bands. First she placed her bare toes on a steel block on the floor and did some calf exercises by elevating herself up and down, using her toes only. While she did this, she also carried a bench press bar behind her neck and on her shoulders, which had two weights on each end. After a couple of sets, she rested a moment before placing the bar in the same position and doing some squats and lunges. After wiping the sweat from her face and neck, she sat on the stool again and lifted some dumbbells. This was followed by her doing some push ups. The CD player was blasting the song, "Sweet Home Alabama," by Lynyrd Skynyrd. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and she lowered the volume. She shrugged into a black bathrobe and looked through the peephole. Mel. She opened the door. "Hey, babe. Thought you were coming later." "My boss let me go early. Is it okay if I hang?" "Absolutely." She kissed him and let him in. "I just finished doing some exercises. Want something to drink or eat?" He put his backpack on the couch. "You got any orange juice?" "I sure do." She went to the kitchen, poured him a glass, and handed it to him. "Thanks," he said, taking a long drink. "Man, I'm all sticky." "Go take a shower. How was school?" "Stressful. I had two exams and an oral presentation." "Yikes! I'm so glad I'm done with college!" "I envy you," he said, laughing. "Hey, you know, I'm learning a lot from our relationship. . .I find being in a relationship with an older woman very sexy. . .it makes me horny and confident." "Wow, do I have that effect on you?" she asked, chuckling. "Maybe I should start dating younger guys from now on, give 'em a positive boost." "And maybe I should stick with older women. Forget girls my age. A person your age has had a lot of experiences, is worldly, and I like that." She eyed him mischievously. "And we're not just talkin' in bed, right?" "You know what I'm talking about, but yes, that, too." Mel looked at her thoughtfully, smiling. "Thanks for giving me a chance, hon." She hugged him and gave him a passionate kiss. "And thanks for being a perfect gentleman." He opened up her robe, fondling her breasts. "Wanna take a shower together?" During the middle of the night, she woke up. Mel was next to her, snoring a little. She was naked, and sat up, looking at his calm, peaceful form for a moment. Then she sat on top of him. He woke up seconds later, looking up at her breasts dangling over him. He had the biggest smile on his face. After yawning, he sat up and sucked and licked her large, warm nipples. "I'm sorry, sweetie, but I'm horny again," Lorraine said, shooting him a naughty grin. "You don't have to apologize. I'm having the best sex in my life. I can't complain." He sat on the edge of the bed while she knelt down on the floor before him and sucked his cock. He glanced out the window and thought he saw someone watching them but soon forgot about it when she sucked faster and faster, like some wild animal out of control. He closed his eyes. "Ooooooooh." "I'm gonna treat you like a king," she said, licking his balls slowly and sensually. "Oooooooooh, Lorraine." Later, they switched positions and she sat on the bed and he knelt down, licking her pussy passionately. She moaned loudly, caressing his head gently. Next, she sat her big brown ass cheeks on top of his face. Then it was his turn again and he painted her giant, muscular thighs with his tongue. Next, she knelt on the bed, grabbing the bedrail while he rubbed his humungous dick against her butt. Eventually he slid it into her anus and began pumping and she gripped the rail tight. He leaned forward and fingered her pussy fast while he continued grinding her from behind. He saw beads of sweat trickle down her wide, long freckled back. Her loud, deep moans resumed. "Ooooooooooh, Mel, that feels so goooood! Fuck me, fuck my asshole, fuck my cunt!" "Okay, one order coming up. This one's on the house, love." She laughed hysterically. Minutes later, she experienced the most wonderful orgasm and he came inside of her. Afterwards they lied in bed and smoked joints.