Robert Vickers - Summer in bondage

The cheering of the man spurred Summer on. The way her body was responding, she felt like she could go on with the lesbian fucking all night long. Her own belly heaved and sweated where it touched the slender leg Sara had thrust the length of her body. Summer stroked up and down the leg feeling the smooth flow of skin, the softness, the satiny texture that added so much to their lovemaking.

The foot held between her tits made her feel good, too. She pressed it firmly into her left tit, then her right. She loved the sensations knifing into her body as a result of that foot.

The girl felt like her boobs were balloons being overinflated. She was sure they would explode at any instant. She could feel her excited heart beating whenever she pressed Sara's leg against her boob.

Strangest of all, she dug the taste of the woman's foot. She lapped and sucked at the toes. Sucking and tonguing the foot in her mouth was a turn on such as she had never experienced before. It was different, so completely different it made her cunt overflow with its juices.

"Oooow, Summer, Summer darling, I… I – ohhhhhh!" Sara climaxed. The teenager knew it immediately. She felt the cunt lips convulse around her own. The sudden out rushing of fuck fluids made their genitals incredibly slippery. The motion of their twats on each other was suddenly like skating on ice. It was so slippery, Summer idly thought they might glide apart.

The idea was ridiculous. She knew it. The way they were scissored together would prevent anything like that. But Summer was afraid that if her twat became too slippery, she wouldn't be able to get off.

She needn't have worried. As Sara bucked and humped up in the throes of her passion, their cunts began to rub together. A searing stab of sexual electricity stabbed into her guts. She climaxed.

Fireworks exploded in her head. The world spun round and around as she clutched the woman's leg for dear life. Never before had she experienced an orgasm so total, so complete, so satisfying as this one.

Weak and exhausted from their woman to woman lovemaking, the two parted. Sara tenderly kissed Summer on the lips and said, "You're a natural, kiddo. A real natural if there ever was one. All it takes is a little dope and…"

"A… little dope?" she muttered. She was still in a shell-shocked state from the passionate, frantic lovemaking.

"Don't worry, your pretty little head with that. Unless you want to give me some head," laughed Larry. He had come over to the bed. He had a huge erection again. "I'm in the market for a little more fucking. But first, here."

He held out another joint for Summer.

Still dazed and uncertain, she took it and began smoking it. In a few minutes, the entire room seemed to glow and spin around in wild gyrations.

"Yeah, she's stoned out of her gourd. Want to have at it again, my lovely?" said Larry to Sara.

Sara leaned back against the bed and languorously lit up another. "It's a good thing we got a fucking trunk full of this stuff. We're going to blow an entire lid tonight."

"Hell, it's a celebration! We're going to be rich. No way around it. The little CB tells us all about the Smokies and the plain wrappers and all that other shit the truckers pass along to each other. And we've got ourselves a real pigeon here. Let's fuck her brains out."

"What brains?" Sara laughed.

"What I got in mind is this…"

And he began describing the lovely three way fucking he had in his dope-numbed mind.

Summer barely heard him. All she could think about was the smoldering embers of lust in her belly. She badly needed another round of sexual activity or she'd go nuts with the tension in her body, her tender, dope-drugged body.

Part of Summer's mind told her to split, to get out of here as fast as she could run. Larry and Sara weren't any good for her. To hell with the free trip to Illinois. She could always find someone else willing to pick up a hitchhiker. She was falling deeper into degradation.

Doped out of her mind, she'd do anything the couple asked. She wanted to do anything they asked. That was how far gone she was. She was completely in their control. There was no backing out unless she ran like the devil was after her.

Instead, Summer lay back on the bed, naked and completely fogged by the pass.

"So bow's that sound? We can do stuff like this all the way home!" Larry exclaimed. His voice was slurred by the grass he'd been smoking. His pupils looked like those of a madman. He was hardly able to walk. He staggered.

"Great stuff, Lar, really great stuff!" agreed Sara.

Larry flopped onto the bed and told Summer, "Kiddo, get up on your hands and knees. I'm going to fuck you like an animal. Doggy-style. I think that would be really kicky, don't you?"

She didn't move. Her body was somehow separate from her mind. She had split into two beings, one physical and the other mental. Her body screamed, Do it! let him fuck you like the bitch you are! while her mind told her different. It told her to let these two dope runners go their way. If she were caught with them, she could end up in jail. It wouldn't be easy time, either. It'd be hard. They were carrying enough marijuana to get the entire city of Chicago higher than a kite.

Larry didn't wait. He reached over and began to fondle her tits. The feel of his hands moving relentlessly on her boobs sent shivers of joy racing through her body. The storm clouds of passion billowed up inside her.

The girl's cunt began to froth and foam with desire. She was having a hard time keeping still. She had hoped he would ignore her if she didn't obviously respond to his overtures. But Larry kept on, his fingers probing and tweaking and fondling her silky smooth jugs.

"Come on, honey. You're enjoying this whole dope crazy scene. You don't think we're a couple of bad crazies, do you? After what you already done with us?"

"Yeah, Summer, let's all three get it on. Three way screwing is a hell of a big turn on."

Summer could hardly believe her ears. This was Sara talking? Using all those dirty words? The chick she'd first met in the car had been so hesitant about using any four letter word; now they flowed from her mouth like a never ending river.

She realized dimly that the woman got off using them. It was a sexual turn-on for her.

Summer felt her body slowly responding to Larry's manual attentions. Her cunt was aching and felt empty. She had to have a cock driving hard and deep into it or she'd go crazy with lust.

As if a puppet on a string, she felt herself rising and turning over. It was someone else controlling her actions. She rose to a kneeling position. Her hands sank into the soft mattress. Her knees were spread far enough apart that Larry wouldn't have any trouble mounting her from behind.

Christ! she thought, I'm beginning to think of myself just like an animal. Mounting, doggy-style, screwing like a bitch in heat. What have they done to me?

"Your ass is simply gorgeous, kiddo; I love the way it pokes up in the air," Larry said.

He began running his hands over the smooth curves of her ass. The marble white flesh was warm and vibrant under his hands. He stroked and fondled and gripped the tender flesh. It quivered with anticipation of the fucking she was about to get. That turned him on as much as it did Summer. Positioning himself behind her, he stuffed his prong forward. Finding the slit leading to her cauldron of carnality, he fucked forward. He gaped with the sudden surrounded feeling.

He might have screwed into a velvet-lined vise that had been heated in a furnace. She was hot and tight as ever. And her juicy quim leaked out a constant river of love juice.

The way he drove back and forth sent her into a wild sexual frenzy. She knew it was the dope still in her body. Every nerve ending tingled. It was a sense of sexual ecstasy that vibrated through her being.