Copyright P.T. Sweet 2009
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TRAMP AND THE WILD CHILD IS AN ADULT NOVEL NOT SUITED FOR READING BY ANYONE UNDER 18 OR ANYONE OFFENDED BY SEXUAL CONTENT OF A GRAPHIC NATURE!!!
Tramp and the Wild Child
Glenda was hitchhiking north on US1, just south of the Florida state line.
She gave me the, what the fuck do you want look as I slid to a stop.
“Need a lift?” I asked.
“Not from you,” she replied angrily!
“Scared of motorcycles?”
“Fuck no, I was just stranded by a motherfucker on a Harley, I think I’ll wait for a car!”
“Suit yourself,” I replied.
I eased back into traffic and continued on my way. The state line was behind me and I had Georgia on my mind. I pulled off the road to take a leak and as I was checking the bike, I heard a commotion at the gas pumps.
“Fuck you asshole I’m staying here,” screamed the girl!
It was the bitch from the Florida line. She was giving some guy what for. He had grabbed her arm and was trying to force her into his car. I was at her side quicker than a fart stinks.
“Who the hell are you?” the four eyed, balding cage pilot bellowed!
I ignored the question.
“If you don’t get your dick skinners off my old lady; I’m gonna kick your fucking ass!” I informed the citizen.
“Go stand by my bike, I’ll be right there.” I said to the girl.
As Glenda was walking away, the dude took his swing; the sucker punch clipped my chin. I was in no mood for a scuffle so I gave him a shot to the gut, bent him over, pushed him in his car and shut the door; he barely got his legs out of the way, or did he.
“What the fuck is this?” Glenda inquired looking at my scooter.
“My sled, It’s a 1954 Harley Davidson panhead.
“It sure could use a paint job.”
She was right the fenders didn’t match and the three and a half gallon fat-bobs only had a coat of primer but, she was all I had and I loved my old pan. I mounted the Harley, knee on the seat, one swift kick and my real old lady belched to life.
“Is the ride still available?”
“Ass, cash or gas nobody rides for free.”
“Cool, my name’s Glenda.”
I could tell by the way this chick handled herself that this was not her first rodeo; her tight little ass had polished a pee-pad before.
“I’m going to the Carolinas, how far do you want to go?”
“I’ll let ya’ know,” Glenda said.
We made it to Athens, Georgia and set up camp just outside the city limits in a public campground. Glenda found a grill and a store. She had some dogs cooking before I had my tent set up.
“So what’s your name?”
“Tramp,” I responded.
“So, where are you going?”
“Nowhere,” Glenda said.
“No really, where do you need to get to?” I demanded!
“Where are you going?” Glenda asked.
“To get a beer! Watch the bike.”
The short walk to the store and back gave me a chance to think. I’m supposed to meet my crew at Lake Hartwell tomorrow afternoon pick up some coke and get my ass back to Florida by the weekend. Hope this chick doesn’t complicate things.
“Have a beer Glenda and let’s talk, you talk first.” I said as I approached the tent.
Glenda started talking and didn’t shut up for ten minutes but all I knew for sure was; her boyfriend dumped her in a gas station bathroom for talking too much, with no money to speak of or a home to go to. She had what she was wearing and whatever she had in the backpack she dragged around.
“Ok, now it’s my turn,” and I told her my story. “I have to be at Lake Hartwell by tomorrow afternoon to meet my guys, three of my best friends; we’re brothers of different mothers you might say. These guys are unwashed, uncouth, unacceptable and disliked by most everyone. I’m spending one night and running back to Florida. That’s where I’m going. Now where are you going for the last time?” I demanded!
“In your tent and I sleep in the nude!” Glenda said.
A few minuets later I was glad the other campsites were mostly empty because whoever was around heard Glenda inform me that if I intended to collect on today’s ride I’d better be getting after it she was tired it had been a long day.
Glenda was a real trooper, I woke her at daylight with a coffee in hand; an hour later we were running north on the back roads of Georgia. The morning was incredible, no wind and just a hint of fog on top of the rolling hills. Leaning into the long sweeping curves, the old panhead, me and Glenda were one, scooting along just fast enough to make the sound of the engine hard to hear over the wind.
I didn’t know if I had a treasure or a nemeses sitting behind me. She was one hot bitch that loved to talk and I was looking forward to putting something in her mouth to shut her up. After that I would decide what to do with her.
I was lost in thought remembering last night in the tent, Glenda was hot. I hadn’t realized she had such a cute little body. She was naked as promised when I crawled in the tent to settle down.
“I wasn’t serious about that ass, gas or cash thing,” I had said.
Her response was to grab at my crotch with one hand and my belt with the other. She had my dick in her mouth and her pussy in my face before I could get comfortable.
“Help me get my boots off!” I said.
The one man tent was full with one and a half people in it; somebody had to get outside. Glenda didn’t have to be asked, she went out butt ass naked and one leg at a time pulled off my boots. What a chick. After we finally settled down the last thing I remember was cumming in Glenda’s mouth, and licking her pussy.
***
Fuck… I almost missed the interstate ramp. The old pan rolled up on I-85 and South Carolina was less then an hour away. As we neared the state line we could see Lake Hartwell on our left.
I was going to meet the crew at the start of highway 11. We were early and had a short wait. Glenda was off the bike before I could shut down and lean her on the stand.
“Thanks for taking it easy on my pussy last night; those fucking guys I was with the last couple of days tried to fuck me silly. They acted like I was the first piece of ass they ever had!” Glenda exclaimed.
“Is it still sore?”
“No, that vibrator you call a motorcycle made it all numb, I think I came twice between Athens and here,” declared Glenda rubbing her crotch.
All the pussy talk was starting to get me horned up. I wanted to see Glenda naked in the daylight and said so.
“No time like the present” she said as she jumped over the barrier wall. “I’m bored anyway; I don’t wait well. Ok, you can look now; I’m naked as the day I was born, except for my little tattoo.”
“Well, come on out then, I bet you’re chicken,” I said.
“Don’t ever dare me unless you really mean it, I never turn down a dare,” Glenda said.
Glenda placed her jeans and flannel shirt on the barrier to insulate her naked ass from the rough concrete. Her breasts were just big enough to jiggle as she hopped up and had a seat as if she were dressed in her Sunday best. She was in plain view of I-85 and the off ramp for highway 11. Anyone passing by would see what I was seeing. A beautiful, petite young woman with a tight ass and tits that were barely a hand full but more than a mouth full. Her tiny waist flared into hips that were held up by a pair of legs that I, all of a sudden, wanted draped around my neck. She was eye candy at its best.
“I won the bet but what did I win?” Glenda asked.
“What do you want?”
“For you to finish what you started last night; before you went to sleep asshole,” Glenda said.
The sound of Harleys on the horizon saved me from a lude and lascivious charge and indecent exposure charge for her. Glenda was about to meet the craziest guys I knew.
“Get dressed; I hear the guys and they don’t want to stop here.”
Glenda was dressed and standing by, but the pan was giving me grief. I’m kicking and kicking “FUCK!” I yelled.
“Turn on the switch,” Glenda said.
I looked down at the dash and sure enough, my dick head swells up and my brain goes soft. I turned on the key switch, the next kick was loaded with fuel and the bitch was hot; the kickback reminded me just who or what my old lady was.
The bike fired up just as Shady Mike, Stubby, and Dan the Man, came into view. They slowed and gave the thumbs up; I waved them by and me and Glenda dropped in behind them, we sucked the hind tit all the way to Union South Carolina where we stopped for gas.
Shady Mike had some looker decorating his Geezer Glide. She was some rich dude’s trophy wife that had slipped off to party with a bike gang. Little did she know but my guys were just pot and coke heads that liked to ride old motorcycles together.
“Do you think I could get a gay day with that bitch she’s fucking hot?” Glenda inquired.
Fuck, this bitch has me so horny I can’t even think straight.
“Fuck if I know, go ask her while I talk to Mike and the guys,” I responded.
After all the ‘heys, back slaps and hugs’ were over; I found out the plans had changed. Stubby had scored a private cabin near White Water falls about a forty five minute ride.
“Would you look at that?” Stubby exclaimed. The girls were holding hands as they walked towards us; Glenda had changed into cut off jeans and tight fitting tee-shirt, Her new friend was a head taller than Glenda, with legs all the way to her arm pits. She was wearing a leather bikini top, ‘G’ string and leather chaps.
The ride to White Water falls was uphill and full of curves. Glenda was pissed because it wasn’t safe to ride next to her new friend Bambi at the speeds we were traveling. In the straight-aways Bambi would stand up and shake her ass at us. Glenda had a habit of propping her chin on my shoulder and babbling in my ear, when she saw Bambi’s ass she started up again about a gay day.
“I can’t wait to eat that ass, man look at that ass!” Glenda said.
I’ve got Glenda’s hard little nipples sticking me in the back, Bambi’s shinning ass in front of me, my dick is harder than a fence post and Glenda starts talking about eating pussy right in my fucking ear. I almost missed the next curve. Maybe I should see a doctor, my dicks been hard way past four hours now.
Stubby finally turned off the road onto a gravel path that became steeper the closer we got to the cabin. We all circled in and shut down the bikes. We backed in and leaned them on there kick stands.
“What a fucking ride,” Dan the Man said.
“I didn’t like that gravel. I almost lost it back there!” Shady Mike exclaimed.
“You girls go around back, there’s a key under a fucking tree on the porch; open the back door and let us in,” Stubby said.
“WE can’t pick up a fucking tree,” Bambi said.
“It’s not a fucking tree TREE; it’s a tree in a fucking pot!” Stubby shot back.
“Would you look at that?” Stubby said. Glenda had her hand on Bambi’s ass as they were walking around the cabin.
Dan the Man was the man to see if you wanted to get high .His was the best pot in all of the Carolina hills. Dan was rolling joints and Shady Mike was cutting lines of coke while Stubby and I were getting my bike ready for the ride back to Florida.
The cabin was a three room log structure. The main room was big enough for two chairs and a couch; a bath room and a small bedroom made up the rest of the house.
The party started without Stubby and Me; the girls had taken the couch and Dan and Mike were sitting on the edge of the chairs with there eyes bugged out. Bambi was down to her G string and leather bikini top that was little more then pasties held together with string. Glenda was topless still in her Daisy Dukes with Bambi’s legs in her lap.
“Would you look at that?” Stubby said when he saw the girls.
The girls gave up the couch for the floor, Bambi was sitting by Mike. Glenda was leaning against the couch between Stubby and me. Dan fired up a joint and passed it around and Mike passed me a plate with one line of coke left.
“Where the fuck is mine?” Stubby complained.
Mike had plenty of coke, saying nothing he fished out a vial from his saddlebags and dumped a small amount on the plate. Bambi cut six equal lines, rolled up a twenty and snorted half a line in each nostril, Glenda and the guys repeated the process until the plate was clean.
“Man that’s some good shit, I’d blow everybody here for a little of that,” Glenda said.
I leaned over and quietly told Glenda that she better ask Stubby about his nickname before she made promises like that.
“What’s he got a big dick or something?”
“Something like that,” I responded.
Glenda reached over Stubby’s knee and grabbed his dick. “I can handle it, no fucking problem.”
“I want some dick… I mean coke to,” Bambi said.
Shady Mike weighed out a gram and cut four equal lines and offered to trade a line for a blow job. Bambi reached for his zipper but was pushed away.
“Glenda, put your mouth were your mouth is baby.” Mike said.
I threw a twenty on the table, to pay for a line and offered it to Bambi.
She crawled seductively to me never breaking eye contact until she was on her knees between my legs. I watched the back of Glenda’s head bob up and down on Mike’s cock and felt a little pang of jealously. Bambi’s talented mouth was replacing that feeling with a feeling of lust; her mouth felt wonderful, my dick had been hard most of the day and this little girl was about to get the benefit of Glenda’s teasing and flirting. I could feel the threat of a climax and was holding off as best as I could.
Shady mike was holding Glenda’s head in his hands and fucking her mouth, when she started gagging, Mike let her go but she kept on sucking and gagging as she swallowed all his cum and then licked him clean.
Listening to Mike cum, and Glenda gag while Bambi was sucking finished me off. I felt my climax start from somewhere deep inside and had no control to stop it. Bambi stiffened when the first shot of cum hit the back of her throat. She jerked away and the second shot hit her between the eyes and ran down her nose. She left me to finish on my on but Glenda took over and coaxed a little more cum out of me before I was totally soft.
I traded grins with Mike and invited him outside. We had some unfinished business to attend to; I paid for the contraband and traded batteries with Mike. A little sleep and I would be ready for the trip back to Florida.
The scene was incredible when me and Mike returned to the living room. Bambi was getting head from Dan the Man and Glenda was giving Stubby head and stroking Dan’s cock. We were just in time to watch Glenda as she learned Stubby’s nickname was Geyser; when he started cumming. Glenda’s eyes widened and she started swallowing but was not fast enough to keep up with Stubby’s load. He had a reputation for squirting more cum farther and faster then any porn star ever filmed. Glenda only had the head of Stubby’s dick in her mouth, her checks were bloated with cum. Stubby pushed his dick to the back of Glenda’s throat and she lost control and cum pored from her mouth when she gagged, she had no choice but to come up for air but Stubby was still shooting his massive wad. It went in Glenda’s hair and face. Glenda was covered in cum from her tits to the top of her head when Stubby’s dick finally subsided. Bambi had pushed Dan away, she had climaxed and was content to lay back and watch Glenda’s cum bath. Dan the Man was the only one left with an erection and replaced Stubby’s limp dick with his raging hard on. Glenda took all Dan had to offer, his cock was average size. Glenda called it user friendly. Dan was coked up like everyone else but, all the action he had
witnessed enabled Glenda to make short work of getting him off. She swallowed Dan’s tablespoon size load in one gulp.
***
The sun was just starting to glitter in the morning dew as I wiped it from the pan head. I was packed and ready to travel; turn on the gas, lift the enrichment lever, give three shots of gas to the motor, kick the old bitch over twice, turn on the key and kick her like you kick your old lady, and presto back kick. “Fuck… damn you bitch that hurts,” second kick and the old bitch roared to life. Before the bike was warmed up good, Glenda was polishing the dew from the pee pad.
“I thought you would stay with your new friends.”
“Fuck no, them guys tried to fuck me silly last night. I really liked Bambi but she won’t eat pussy and besides I worked my ass off for you.”
“Me?”
“Yeah, I got all four of them lines of coke.”
“What’s that got to do with me?”
“I’m saving it for a private party with you.”
“Oh,” I said.
Glenda had dried cum in her hair. She had somehow cleaned most of it off but there was no running water in the cabin and she really needed a bath. She smelled of stale smoke and sex.
The ride down the mountain to Highway Eleven woke us up and I was in need of coffee but Glenda needed a bath worse so I turned onto an old logging road I knew of, it led down to Lake Jocassee.
“Where we going,” Glenda asked.
“You’ll see.” A moment later I had the bike on her stand.
“Get naked and get in!” I said.
“No fucking way, that water is to fucking cold!” Glenda said with a shiver.
“You get in naked or with your clothes on. I don’t think you want to ride with wet pants all day!” I insisted.
“Or what?”
Fifteen minutes later Glenda was wrapped in a blanket warming up. I was starting to get attached to this little free sprit. She was leaning back against me as I rubbed and rubbed her; to keep her from getting hyperthermia.
“Now let’s go get coffee and breakfast. We gotta get out of here.”
Midday found us halfway through Georgia. Glenda had fallen asleep leaning against me. It was nice to have a soft warm body for a backrest. I pulled off the road for gas and a piss. Glenda was rubbing her eyes and trying to wake up. We were making good time.
“How about we get a room with a bath and sheets and stuff, do you think you can make it for another hour or so?”
“No problem, I’m with you, whatever, I’m fine.” She said through her yawn.
“Macon is about an hour away let’s stay there. I know a cheap little motel near the interstate.”
“Cool.” Glenda said.
As promised I had us in a motel room less then an hour later. Glenda was soaking in the tub and heard the door slam shut as I was leaving. I had just started the bike and there she was standing beside me wearing nothing but a towel.
“You mother fucker don’t strand me here. What the fuck is wrong with me? Everyone wants to leave me without saying a fucking thing! Fuck you asshole!”
“Get your ass back in the tub I’m just going to Wally world to get you some new clean clothes. I’ll be right back, fuck...”
“What are you looking at fuck face?” Glenda said to a citizen, as she stormed back inside our room.
Wal-mart was the last place I wanted to go but shit head was in need of some things to party in tonight not to mention all she owned was a dirty pair of jeans, a pair of cut-offs a button up flannel shirt and tee shirt. I found some new Levis, a tube top and a nice wind breaker for night riding. I picked up a couple pair of knee high socks that I thought would look nice with her cut offs. A six pack and bottle of wine finished the shopping detail. Glenda was sitting outside when I rode up to the motel. I could see her smile beaming before I turned into the parking lot.
I was unloading the bike with Glenda’s help, we worked in silence. I put Glenda’s new duds on the bed and she jumped on me, wrapping her legs around my waist and arms around my neck. She started babbling in my ear, some mushy crap about forgiving her for cussing at me or some such shit. I tossed her on the bed.
“Get dressed we’re going out to eat. Dress light its warm and we’re walking.”
Glenda’s flannel shirt tail concealed the fact she was wearing shorts making her appear naked under the shirt. She looked so hot I almost decided to have dinner in, and let her be the main course and dessert, but I was starved and there was a bar and grill I knew of around the corner. Glenda helped me push the bike in the room and we headed for the nights festivities. While we were walking Glenda started talking about the coke she had scored last night.
“Coke ain’t my favorite drug. Actually, I like it so much; I try to stay away from
It,” I informed Glenda.
“It ain’t for snorting. I’m gonna use it to slow you down, not speed you up,” Glenda replied.
“Slow what down?”
“I‘m gonna want to fuck later and you ain’t gonna cum just when I start enjoying it this time.”
We were at the bar and grill, not that Glenda gave two shits who might hear our conversation, but besides being so horny I couldn’t see straight. I was holding and wanted to keep a low profile.
“Let’s talk about that later, right now let’s eat and have some beers I’m starved.”
We ordered burgers and beer and ate in silence. Glenda also was famished; she devoured her food and gulped her beer to wash it down. I had enjoyed her company the last couple of days. She looked so young and innocent it was hard to believe the things she had done last night.
The little bar had a lone pool table with a couple of local boys shooting a game of eight ball. There was money on the game when Glenda asks to play the winner.
“Five bucks a game,” said one of the shooters.
She whispered something in the guy’s ear and came back to our table smiling.
“I’ve got the next game,” Glenda said as she was sitting down.
“What’s the bet Glenda? You ain’t got any money.”
“I don’t need money, I ain’t gonna loose.”
“Are you that good at pool?”
“Good enough to beat them guys. No sweat, you just watch me.”
Glenda’s game was up. I flipped some quarters on the table and Glenda scurried away. On the way to the pool table she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her flannel shirt. Her tits were all but falling out when she bent over to rack the balls. Her opponent was visibly flustered with Glenda’s flirting and scratched on the break giving Glenda control of the table. She was a decent pool shot after all; she took the little balls and ran three before missing. Her opponent didn’t have a clear shot and tried a bank shot that resulted in another scratch. Glenda ran all but the one ball and the eight ball when she missed again leaving her opponent without a shot. Glenda was really flirting now; she was bending over the friends table showing her ass to her opponent and her tits to his friend. He tried another bank shot and kissed the eight ball in the side pocket to loose the game.
“Time to pay up,” she told the player with her hand held out. He reluctantly put a twenty dollar bill in her hand and she stood on her tip toes and gave him a peck on the cheek and with a smile she said, “Next.”
Glenda changed the ante to ten bucks and had won a cool eighty dollars in the couple hours we killed in the bar.
“How did you get him to bet twenty bucks on the first game?” I asked as we walked back to the room.
“I put up a blow job and he put up a twenty, I ain’t ever seen a dude yet that could keep his mind on his business with a blow job to think about and I got a nice ass too huh,” Glenda said with a laugh.
We were back at the room a little before midnight. Glenda had been a lot of fun since I had rescued her two days earlier. I was finally going to have her to myself.
“You need a shower, I’ve smelled goats that didn’t stink as bad as you,” Glenda said.
She was right I hadn’t seen running water or sheets in three days. The hot shower felt good. Finally, I was ready to lay down with Glenda and enjoy her tight little body and her dirty little mind.
Glenda was sitting on the edge of the bed, her shirt and shorts were in a heap on the floor. She didn’t own nor did she want panties or a bra. As soon as I appeared in the doorway of the bath, she leaped into my arms again, my erection was immediate.
“Slow down cowboy,” Glenda said as I laid her gently on the bed.
She wiggled out from under me and tried to push me over onto my back. I started laughing at her efforts to push me around.
“Come on Tramp roll over I want to show you something.”
I did as she asked and sprawled out with my head on my hands on the pillow. She pushed my legs apart and knelt between them with her head over my hard on. She took me in her mouth and I was in biker heaven again. Just as I reached the point of no return she stopped and reached for her backpack.
“Just a second Tramp,” she said as I grumbled.
Glenda found the baggie she was looking for. The coke she had scored last night.
“You’re gonna love this,” Glenda said as she dipped her fingers in the baggie.
She coated my dick head with the coke and then straddled me taking me deep inside her pussy.
“Let it soak in for a minute I don’t want too much on my clit,” she said as she leaned over and kissed me passionately.
Our tongues intertwined and our bodies took control. I was unable to lie still and started trying to fuck, but Glenda stayed in time with me keeping me buried to the hilt. I started to relax and she began to slide her pussy up and down my dick in very slow and controlled movements. I could feel her squeezing at the base of my cock and rising up and relaxing. The coke had taken the hypersensitivity from my dickhead. I had never experienced so much control before. I turned Glenda over on her back and started to hump her in ways I had only been able to do in my dreams.
“That’s what I want; I knew you had it in you,” Glenda said as she started to meet my every thrust with one of her own.
“Get on your knees I want behind you,” I said as I pulled away.
Glenda flipped over, stuck her ass up and put her head on the pillow; she reached behind and guided me back inside her talented cunt. I fucked her hard and fast until I was out of breath and still I hadn’t cum. Glenda was pushing against the headboard, it was banging against the wall with every stroke I made.
I slowed the assault on her pussy to catch my breath. Glenda was moaning louder and louder. I’m sure anyone on the other side of the wall was awakened by our late night sexcapades.
“Oh, don’t stop, I’m just about there, I’m cumming, oh fuck, I’m cumming so good!”
I could feel Glenda’s pussy grabbing at my cock as her climax took her to sexual bliss.
“Do I ever get to cum again?” I asked.
“Sure baby, you just lie back and let me take over.”
“Wake up sleepy head.” Someone was shaking me; I opened my eyes and was disoriented for a moment. I could smell coffee. Slowly, I was regaining my composure. I pushed myself up in the bed. Glenda was standing beside me with a cup of hot coffee.
“I’ve already had my bath so you don’t have to throw me in a lake today,” she said as I was sipping the java.
“What time is it?”
“9:30 and I’m hungry.”
“Fuck, I’ve got to be in Gainesville before dark, FUCK!”
“Everything is packed and loaded on the bike, we just have to push it out the door and go,” Glenda said.
An hour later we were full up on ‘awful waffles’ and high-test gas cruising south on interstate 75. Florida was about three hours away and Gainesville was another hour and a half.
Glenda’s chin was propped on my shoulder. She was getting bored or something because she started teasing me about fucking her silly last night. It seemed every time she had sex with someone they had fucked her silly. Now I fucked her silly, Stubby and the guys fucked her silly, and her last boyfriend and his crew had fucked her silly.
“You’re really going to have to give my poor pussy a break for a couple of days this hard ass motorcycle and your hard dick have got it sore. Do you think you can get by with a blow-job tonight if I promise to swallow?”
Traveling down the road at seventy plus miles and hour; Glenda knew I couldn’t respond to her teasing.
“Last night you seemed to enjoy the way I slid my tongue down your shaft and licked my way back up again to take your dick all the way to the back of my throat. I love gagging on a big throbbing cock. Licking and sucking your balls makes my pussy wet. One time I sucked off four bikers in one evening. Oh, I forgot you were one of them.”
Glenda was starting to get to me. I was remembering last night; she was an accomplished cock sucker, it was at least three in the morning before I got off and she spent most of that time with my dick in her mouth . I finally put her legs over my shoulders and fucked her hard until I came.
“You know all you have to do is say suck any time you want a blow job right. I wouldn’t mind if you slid it in my ass sometime either, I can really squeeze a dick with my asshole.”
Reaching around Glenda grabbed my cock to see if she was having an effect on me. She found an erection that needed room to grow. The last mile marker said fifty miles or so to the Florida line. Gainesville was another hour at least but I needed some relief. I decided to stop at the Florida welcome center and give Glenda a welcome to Florida present.
Glenda was licking my earlobe when I took the off ramp to the rest area. The bike rumbled and backfired through the drag pipes as I down shifted. We rolled around to the picnic tables and shut down the old panhead. Glenda made a beeline for the little girl’s room.
I had to piss bad but couldn’t let the bike out of my sight. I could replace the old girl for three grand but because of a man named Joe Hunt the battery was worth about seven grand and change. Joe Hunt magnetos eliminated the need for batteries in old Harleys. Mine was full of coke.
I saw Glenda coming towards me and I struck a trot for the restrooms.
“Get ready to suck,” I said as I passed her by.
It was time to see if Glenda was as good as her word, I intended to get my dick sucked here and now in this rest area. I was trying to figure a way to conceal a blow job as I walked back to the bike and Glenda.
Glenda was nowhere to be seen. As I got closer I was starting to think she was gone. Her backpack was missing from the bike. Then I saw movement under the picnic table.
“Tramp… Tramp… hey, Tramp, over here,” Glenda was quietly calling my name and beckoning me to sit with my back to the buildings, the bike was between us and the road.
“Hey, hot stuff, fancy meeting you here. How about that blow-job you ordered,” Glenda said from under the table.
She was fishing for my dick and had no problem finding it. She licked the head and sucked it into her mouth. She kept sucking and licking the head until it was so sensitive she had me jerking around with every stroke of her tongue making it impossible to be inconspicuous. Glenda took her mouth away and stroked me with her hands.
“Try not to draw attention to us with all that jerking around and moaning,” she said as she giggled.
Glenda gave incredible head. Although the worst I’ve ever had was wonderful, her talents were a cut above the rest; she sucked me to the back of her throat barely touching my cock with the silky warmth of her mouth. She then sucked me, licked me and caressed me with her mouth slowly, all the way to the very tip sometimes making a popping sound as her luscious lips finally lost suction.
She started to take me deeper in her mouth until I felt the back of her throat; she kept pushing harder until she silently gagged. Her body tensed up and relaxed, she pushed me against her throat again and I felt my dick slide past some obstruction, her mouth was open wide and as I slid deep in her throat she held me there for a minute. Then, she started to slowly move up until just the head was between her lips, she was breathing through her nose as she descended down my erection again this time stopping about half way and taking a deep breath. She pushed me to the back of her throat and beyond once again. I was on the verge of cumming and gave Glenda fair warning but she pushed my dick back down her throat as if she hadn’t heard me. She seemed like she was engrossed in some new toy or something.
“I’m cumming,” I hissed through my clenched teeth.
Glenda had her lips around the base of my cock when the first wave of my climax hit. She held me deep as long as she could. My spasms were over and she had licked me clean when the security guard arrived.
“What are you doing there,” he said with his hand on his gun.
“I’m looking for my earring. What the fuck do you think I’m doing blowing somebody or something?” Glenda said as she was crawling out from under the table.
“How was that for a blow job?” Glenda asked as I was shifting gears going up the on ramp. My scooter had fired on the first kick and me and Glenda were hauling ass out of there.
“I’ve been trying to deep throat ever since I saw a bitch do it in a movie. Did you like it? That was the first time I’ve actually swallowed a dick. I can’t believe I finally ate the whole thing,” Glenda laughed.
***
There was a dark ominous rain cloud over Gainesville as we passed the city limits sign. I stopped under the first overpass we came to. Glenda was still wearing her cutoffs and tee-shirt. She needed to change in to something to protect her from the stinging rain drops already starting to fall but she seemed reluctant to wear the new pants and windbreaker I had bought her.
“Don’t you like your new clothes?”
“Yeah, they’re great. They’re the first new clothes anyone ever bought me, and I’m not ruining them with all this rain and oil from your bike. All my stuff is hand me downs from thrift stores. I guess I should change though, huh?” She said looking around for a place to hide.
I held a blanket around her so she could change into her dirty long pants, and not get us arrested for indecent exposure.
“We have to get off at the next exit. Are you ready to meet some more of my bros?
Glenda was hunkered down behind me trying to dodge the stinging rain drops when we took the Archer exit. We had a wet and soggy half hour ride to One-Eyed Bills motorcycle junkyard hidden in the woods just outside of town. The gate was open when we arrived; Bill was anxiously waiting for us in his pole barn.
“How was the trip? Did you see Mike and Stubby?”
What Bill was really asking but couldn’t because of Glenda’s presence, was ‘where is my Fucking coke?’
“This is Glenda. Glenda, Bill.” I said as I noticed Bill’s one good eye aimed straight at Glenda’s wet tee shirt; her little titties and hard nipples were having an unexpected effect on what little manners he had.
“Where the fuck did you find this hot little honey?”
“We’ve been hanging out together for awhile; think she could use your bathroom to change into some dry clothes?”
“Sure man come on up to the house and dry off. Donna might fix you a drink if you ask nice.”
When Glenda met Bill’s wife Donna; the girls did the female stare down, Donna escorted Glenda to the bathroom out of Bill’s sight. I was expecting a cat fight before we could get away from the junkyard.
“Think it’s safe to leave them alone Bill? I don’t want Glenda to know about the stash.”
“Let’s go,” Bill said.
“Ain’t Glenda cool?” Bill asked.
“Yeah, she’s cool; we’ve had a good time together. I just don’t need her to know my business.”
We had arrived at the barn and the subject changed only long enough to give Bill his contraband.
“Lift out the battery Bill, the wires ain’t hooked to anything,” I said as I removed the seat.
“Where did you meet that bitch, Glenda you said her name was?”
“That’s right Glenda!” I retorted. “I found her hitch-hiking near the Florida line. Her boyfriend had stranded her in a gas station while she was in the restroom.”
“She went to South Carolina with you?”
“Yep, she did, every inch there and back sitting on that little pee-pad.”
The rain was really starting to come down. We ran all the way back to the house to find the girls still in the bathroom. The tension between them had obviously eased because we could hear giggling then silence and then more giggling.
I was alone in the living room admiring One-Eyed Bill’s newest two wheeled creation. Sitting on blocks in the final stages of assembly was a nice chopper with one of those newfangled shovelhead engines.
“Whatcha’ looking at?” Glenda asked as she entered the room.
I turned at the sound of her voice to find my little ragamuffin dressed in her new jeans and tube top. Before I realized what I was doing I had Glenda in my arms kissing her.
“Get a room,” Donna said as she came in behind Glenda and me with a pair of brown suede knee-high boots. “Try these on sweetie. See if they fit? They’re too tight for me,” Donna said.
Glenda seemed to be lost in thought, the kiss had ended but our eyes were still locked on each other. Glenda’s expression was one I had not seen before, confusion, caution, what was that about, was the silent language of her gaze.
“Looks like we’re having a hurricane party,” Bill said when he came in from his bed- room. We’re under a watch until sometime tomorrow.”
It took over an hour to batten down the hatches. The gate was locked, the panhead was in the house next to Bills bike in the living room, plywood was up on three of the four windows and the only door was shut. We were ready to party, let the wind blow.
We had been sitting around drinking Jack Black and smoking pot listening to the storm outside when Glenda broke out the last little bit of coke she had and offered to share it with Bill and Donna.
“I’ll match you,” Bill said.
I was remembering last night in the motel room, ‘what a waste of good coke’ I was thinking as I watched it go up everyone’s nose.
Donna had fallen under Glenda’s spell like everyone else that crossed her path. The girls were acting like old friends, and had everyone in a festive mood for the upcoming storm. The howling wind, and flickering lights compelled the girls to playfully jump into our laps in mock fear of the small tropical storm still miles away.
It was obvious to us all that Bill was enamored with Glenda. His one good eye followed her every move. The little tube top flattened her small tits but her upper body was amazingly tight and well proportioned the jeans fit snug and the boots made her little butt stand out slightly when she walked. I suddenly felt lucky to be with her.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” Bill said reaching for Donna’s shirt tail pulling it up to expose her bra.
“Fuck you” Donna said as she jumped up and grabbed at Bills belt and zipper. “Glenda I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
Glenda started laughing and threw her arms around my neck and returned the kiss I had given her earlier. We melted into each other and forgot the storm, Bill and Donna, and all our surroundings. Once again the kiss was over but our eyes stayed locked, searching for some mutual understanding of our feelings.
“Come on Donna lets dance for the guys,” Glenda said as she moved out of my grasp. She pulled Donna up from Bill’s lap and started to sway to the song on the radio.
The girls had both worked the strip clubs of south Florida, Donna was dancing when Bill found her. She had started working at Bills favorite club as a stripper and caught his one good eye; he spent mega bucks on her before he could talk her into seeing him outside of work. Bill being the impatient type after a couple of weeks playing the cat and mouse dating games handcuffed her to his bike, beat the shit out of the guy that was with her, and took her home. A couple shots of jack, a joint, a line or two of coke and the couple was hitting it in bed. The honeymoon lasted until … well its still going on.
The two girls pulled out all the stops; they put on a show that would make a lesbian cum. The girls were all over each other. They ended the dance locked in a passionate kiss that had Bill and me on the edge of our seats.
Glenda pushed Donna in my direction and offered Bill a lap dance. He gladly accepted the offer grabbing Glenda around the waist pulling her into his lap. She had her feet on the floor and her butt in his lap wiggling her ass all over his bulging crotch.
Donna had pushed my legs apart with her knees and leaned over me to give me a view of what Bill had tried show me earlier. Propping on the back of the chair she gave me a look down her low-cut tee shirt. I could almost see her nipples under her bra.
“Guess what? There’s no bouncer here to stop you from putting your hands on the dancers,” Donna said.
“Bill doesn’t have to be told,” Glenda said, and she raised her arms letting him take her top off over her head.
Donna pulled off her tee shirt and allowed me to remove her bra; she slid her body up and down rubbing her tits in my face and on my chest. I could hear Bill grumble as Glenda pulled away from him, and tapped Donna on the shoulder. “May I have this dance” she asked as she reached for Donna’s hand. The girls gave us an erotic topless performance that was cut short by a crack of lightning that caused everyone to jump, the lights went out and the girls found their way to our waiting arms once again. This time the fear was a little more real.
Glenda was in my lap only a second before we were locked in a passionate lingering kiss. She stood and pulled my shirt over my head and hastily continued her assault on my lower lip, she was kissing me and sucking on my earlobe again. I knew I would have hickies all over me after this, she was a wild woman.
In every lightning flash I could see some new and wonderful sight of Glenda, the side of her head with her short boy style haircut; her long shapely neck and square trim shoulders, in the gleam of another flash a quick glimpse of her small breasts and ribcage, ribs barely visible. I felt rather than saw Glenda rise up and in a series of lightning flashes and thunder I could see plainly a most beautiful face, large blue eyes, delicate jaw and dimpled chin her ears and nose small and dainty. I pulled her close to me and held her tight. I could feel her every breath. What was happening to me? One good blow job and I was in love, no, not Tramp; I had fucked them and left them without any feeling except sexual release my entire adult life.
The lights came on just like they went off; unexpectedly.
“One last time?” Glenda asked.
“One last time what?” I asked.
“Let me get fucked silly one last time before I become your old lady.”
“Do you think Bill and me are up to the challenge?”
“Don’t forget Donna. You gotta take care of Donna too.”
“What makes you so sure Donna wants you fucking Bill?”
“Because she looks at you like he looks at me.”
“That’s so, huh?”
“Yeah, that’s so, you just watch!”
The last time I had heard that, she beat two guys out of eighty dollars. Glenda decided to get the party started for real. We had each other worked up and Glenda was ready for action.
“If this storm is gonna keep us in, I’m getting out of these jeans” Glenda said.
Bill was the only one that didn’t know Glenda wasn’t wearing panties. Donna giggled when he caught his breath. The unexpected sight of Glenda’s pussy when she bent over and pushed her pants down surprised her husband.
Donna was watching from my lap as Glenda politely plopped her naked ass in One- eyed Bill’s lap and commented on the growing excitement in his pants. She moaned when he took a breast in his mouth and teased the nipple with his tongue. He alternated between her tits sucking one and then the other until her nipples were hard, reminding me of them sticking me in the back on the ride.
Donna was getting turned on by the sight of Glenda in her old mans lap and the growing hard on in my pants. She started kissing me and rubbing her tits in my face again and I emulated Bill doing to Donna what he was doing to Glenda. I pulled Donnas shorts down to find a pair of the new style G-string bikini Panties. I had seen them in strip clubs but this was the first time I had found a pair on a chick under her clothes.
This time it was me grumbling when Donna pulled away. She moved to the other side of the room and pulled Glenda down on the floor to lie beside her.
I was thinking about Glenda’s remark about the old lady thing. I had never been tied to a woman before.
The action on the floor pulled me out of thought and into the moment. If Glenda ate pussy as good as she sucked dick Donna should be cumming any moment now. Glenda was on her knees with Donna’s long beautiful legs draped over her shoulders giving Donna’s pussy all the attention needed to make her squirm, wiggle and moan.
A flash of lightning and exploding thunder jarred us all from our erotic state; the lights flickered and went out once again. Bill turned on the battery powered radio just in time to hear a tornado warning.
“Come help me get a mattress into the bathroom it’s the strongest room in the house,” Bill said.
I followed Bill and his flash light to the bedroom and helped carry the mattress. The girls were right behind us with the liquor, pot and candles. After a joint and a couple of shots of Jack Daniels we relaxed in the soft glow of candlelight.
“Fuck and I was just about ready to cum,” Donna said.
“Me too; in my jeans; you two were too hot!” Bill said.
Bill’s exclamation broke the tension and our laughter drowned out the noise of the storm. Glenda squirmed into my arms and kissed me deeply I could smell and taste Donna on her lips and face. Her persona had changed I couldn’t put my finger on it but she seem deferent somehow since that first kiss this afternoon.
“How come Glenda and me are the only ones in the room without clothes? Maybe we should get dressed. What do you think Glenda?” Donna teased.
“Shit, I hate clothes. I think only naked people should be allowed in here.” Glenda giggled.
“O.K. you two; boots and jeans out, with you in them… or not!” Donna ordered with a wicked smile.
We didn’t have to be told twice the door was shut with all our naked bodies jammed inside the little bathroom.
“Hope you guys ain’t bashful,” Glenda said as we all settled down.
Bill was a wall of a man he stood six three and weighed in at around two seventy plus. He could bench press a Sportster or more importantly load one in a truck by himself. Glenda was in awe of his nude physique. He was extremely large and muscled and his dick was no exception. It was in proportion to his build.
Donna put her head in Bill’s lap and let his dick rest against her lips as she kissed and licked at the base and stroked him to a full erection.
Glenda was like a bird-dog on point. She stared at the mammoth cock timidly moving in its direction. She moved around to lie with her head on the other side of Bill’s dick facing Donna. I watched the girls take turns sucking and fondling Bills dick and balls and kissing each other.
“I bet you can’t take all that cock down your throat Glenda,” I said.
“Are you daring me Tramp, remember what I said about dares.”
“His dick is bigger around and at least three inches longer then mine. I don’t think you can do it,” I said.
“I can’t wait to find out,” Bill said.
Glenda was on her knees over Bill’s dick, in an instant she sucked his cock to the back of her throat. Bill was leaning against the wall and Donna and I took up position on either side of him to watch the action. We watched Glenda tense up as she was getting accustomed to the size of Bill’s cock. He pushed a little too hard; Glenda gagged and came up for air.
“Easy there hot stuff let me do all the work,” she said as she continued her attempts to engulf the whole thing.
Bill’s gasp was in time with the disappearance of his erection down Glenda’s throat.
“No way have I ever seen anything like that!” Donna exclaimed. “Where did you learn to do that?”
Glenda came up for air, holding just the head in her mouth. When Bill started to thrash around I knew she was doing that tongue trick that had me squirming in the rest area earlier today.
“Hey stud, you want some help with that,” Donna said when she noticed me stroking my dick.
“Scoot over,” Donna said as she crawled over Bill and Glenda.
“I told you I could do it,” Glenda said during the interruption.
We were all settled in once again when I realized what it was that made Glenda different then the girls I had been with over the years; it was the way Donna was giving me head like she was going through the motions without thinking, it was mechanical at best with no enthusiasm. Glenda on the other hand took life with the attitude that if it was worth doing it was worth enjoying and took all she could get from any given situation. For Glenda giving head was a challenge to engulf as much as possible and stay with it as long as possible.
I was watching Glenda swallow Bill’s cock to his balls. She would come up take a deep breath and go down only pausing when he touched the back of her throat then open her mouth and swallow him until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. She would hold him deep and then repeat the process over and over until Bill could stand no more. Glenda was coming up for air when Bill shot his wad she buried her face in his crotch and took all his cum down her throat. Bill was holding her head as his body quivered and shook.
“Bill, don’t suffocate my new old lady before she gets to be my new old lady bro.”
Donna was doing her best to get me off and it was starting to work. I was on the verge of a climax. As I watched Glenda toying with Bills limp dick and balls I erupted in Donna’s mouth. She tensed up but drained me and relaxed her head in my lap nibbling on my softening dick head until the sensitivity made me make her stop.
The storm was raging around us. We could hear the wind howling, rain drops and hail hitting the tin roof. In the glow of candle light the girls were a gorgeous sight; they were kissing and sharing the taste of cum that lingered in their mouths. Glenda’s hands were exploring Donna’s pussy as they kissed. Glenda wiggled around and put her pussy in Donna’s face as she buried hers in Donna’s cunt. The girls rolled on their sides locked in each others arms writhing and moaning, Donna’s body stiffened, she straightened her legs and then spread them and grabbed Glenda’s head and pulled her tight against her clit. . “Oh fuck, Oh shit, you have to teach Bill how to do that,” Donna begged as she pulled Glenda’s face between her legs and humped the tongue that was assaulting her pussy.