tanned body in the skimpy white bikini, her disheveled red hair, her flushed face. He didn't know who she was but he liked what he saw! He narrowed his eyes and looked her over again, his eyes dwelling on her full breasts and the tender curve of her waist flaring into rounded hips, the white strip of cloth only emphasizing the mound of her pubis.
'Wow,' he breathed. 'I must be really fucked up. You gotta be a vision. Goddamn, I wish all my hallucinations were like this!'
'She's real, man!' Skip crowed from behind her. Buddy focused his eyes and saw his friend. He hadn't noticed him before. He had been too wrapped up in Barbara's charms.
'Hey, Skip! Jesus. I thought I was tripping or something! What a fucking beautiful chick. What's her name?' He stood back motioning them inside.
'Barbara Anderson,' Barbara murmured. She was slightly embarrassed. She knew she was a mess, and the slender boy was staring at her like he wanted to eat her alive! She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. He was taller than Skip, but much more slender, with long straight dark hair curling wildly around his head and over his shoulders. He was burned very dark by the sun, and he was only wearing a pair of faded cut-offs that did nothing to hide the bulge at his crotch. He saw where she was staring and laughed unselfconsciously.
'Well-come in, Barbie, babe. You, too, Skip!' He took her arm and led her into his dark two-room shack. 'Sit down. Want a beer? Coke? To drink that is!' He laughed, showing white teeth in his tanned face.
Barbara looked around warily. She had never been in any place like this before. As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she could see that one end of the room was covered with pillows. This was apparently bed and couch. A candle glimmered faintly on the shelf, providing the only illumination, and a strange smell floated on the air. The room was thick with smoke, and Barbara peered through it, making out a few brightly colored posters on the walls. An old refrigerator stood in one corner with a hot plate beside it, and a curtained door led to the other room.
'I need a shower, Buddy,' Skip said. 'Wanna join me, Barbara?'
Barbara looked at him, realizing it was the first time he'd called her by her name. She blushed vividly, glad that the dark hid her burning cheeks. She was embarrassed at his calm assumption that she'd take a shower with him. It pointed out the relationship between them. She looked at Buddy to see how he was taking it. He didn't seem perturbed at all. He padded to the refrigerator and took out a beer. Probably used to guys coming over with their- chicks, she told herself, wondering briefly how many girls Skip had brought here. But it doesn't matter, I'm here now! She smiled brazenly at both boys. 'Sure,' she answered easily.
Skip sighed in relief. He'd been afraid she would freeze on him for a minute. But she was smiling widely at him, picking her way through the dark to his side.
'Should be a towel in there,' Buddy said non-committally, plopping onto the cushions and balancing his beer beside him. 'I'll roll a couple of J's for us. Don't take all day in there.'
Barbara watched in fascination as he extracted a plastic baggie from behind the cushions and began to tap some of the contents onto a piece of paper.
'Damn shit's fulla seeds,' Buddy grumbled, intent on his task.
'Come on, honey, you heard the man! Let's hurry,' Skip said, giving her a friendly whack on the buttocks. They went through the curtained door into a tiny bathroom. A limp towel hung on a nail. Barbara looked at the room in horror. There was a puddle of water on the floor, and the towel was obviously far from fresh. But she stepped into the shower, shedding her clammy swim suit, determined not to make any disparaging remarks.
You asked for it, she told herself grimly. As the lukewarm water hit her body, she relaxed, sighing. She realized that she would put ups with this and much more to feel Skip's dick inside her. When you have great sex, the outer trappings are unimportant. 'Is there any soap?' she asked timidly, adjusting the spray.
'Should be some up here,' Skip replied, stepping into the tiny cubicle and reaching onto the window ledge. 'Here you go. You wash me and I'll do you.' He handed her the bar of soap.
Barbara took it in her wet hands, rubbing it, building up lather. She started on his chest, swirling the soap over his firm muscles. They were pressed close together in the small shower, the water pouring over their heads. Her nipples brushed against his chest as she soaped him, and shivered as hot points of fire radiated through her body. She felt something pushing firmly into her belly and glanced down. His prick was rising, jamming into her stomach. She grinned up at him and ran her hands over his flat stomach, feeling him suck in his breath sharply at her touch. Teasingly, she slid her hands lower, lathering under his balls and along the length of his shaft, slipping her hands between his legs and running her finger in the crack of his ass. He was breathing heavily now, his prick standing at rigid attention at the touch of her hands.
'Oh, baby, beautiful,' he whispered, nuzzling at her damp face. She raised her mouth to his and they exchanged a passionate kiss, tongues meshing, the water pouring over their heads. She lifted herself on tiptoe and pressed into him, mashing her breasts against his slippery chest, grinding her pelvis against his erection. His hands cupped under her asscheeks, bringing her against him, his fingers probing her twat from behind. His fingers played with her puffy cuntlips, sliding into her groove and inflaming her passion.
'Yes, darling,' she hissed into his mouth. 'Oh, God, it's so good… I love it.' She kissed him fiercely, drinking in his breath, grinding her lips against his. His hand was between their bodies, sliding over her breasts, rubbing her stomach, dipping lower and feeling inside her slippery cunt, tweaking the tender flesh until she thought she'd scream. The water beat against her sensitive flesh. It seemed like a thousand hands were probing her body, demanding admittance. She spread her legs wide and braced herself against the shower wall.
'Take me, Skip. Fuck me, here,' she gasped, lust flooding her. Gone was any embarrassment, any uncertainty about the situation. Her flesh wanted his cock and that was enough.
Skip backed her against the tiles, pushing against the wall. He fitted the cheeks of her ass into his hands and lifted her against him, his prick sliding into her canal as if it were greased. And it was. Her pussy was pouring forth copious lubrication. She was ready for him. She felt his pecker slide into her little by little, until she was completely impaled on the hot pole. Skip smiled at her and she returned the smile, tightening her muscles around his cock to show him how much she loved it.
'That's it, baby, all the way in,' Skip wheezed, pulling her firmly against him. He braced her against the tiles and began fucking in and out with long slow strokes. The water felt cool now in comparison to their burning bodies. Barbara's skin was hot to the touch, and inside her cunt Skip's pecker felt like it was burning off, encased in the firey vise of her pussy. It was slick and wet inside with the consistency of soft butter, except when she clenched her muscles. He drove into her, grunting beneath his breath.
'Uh-uh-uh… fuck me, baby. Use that cunt! It's like a fucking hand on my cock. Oh Jesus… good hot fucking mama.'
Barbara rode his prick, sliding back and forth. Her backside banged against the wall with every stroke. Her breasts shook under the force of his strokes, and the water pouring over them made it seem like a dream — a beautiful dream of endless fucking! She rotated her hips on his plunging shaft, rubbing her clit against his pubic bush. The scratchy sensation on that sensitive organ was driving her fast to orgasm. Another minute — she bounded against him, mashing her cunt against him, screwing herself up and down his pole.
'I'm gonna cum, baby,' Skip warned. 'Hold tight. Fuck me good, hot mama, show me how you can shake that ass!' He pumped into her violently, and she felt the familiar tremor in his shaft that preceded orgasm. She rubbed violently against him, forcing herself to hurry. He'd be cumming any minute, and she had to make it.
'Oh, don't stop! Just a little more,' she pleaded, feeling her orgasm fluttering in the pit of her stomach, flinging tendrils of heat along her nerves.
'I'll try,' Skip grunted, his hands squeezed her buttocks mercilessly. His finger found the entrance to her back end and plunged in, stabbing her asshole. He felt her spasm against him and thankfully let go. He pounded into her, his ass moving in quick short jabs, then he burst inside her, his jism rushing up the long tube of his cock and gushing into her as she came in a flood of pussy juice.
'Ohhhh…' she groaned as his semen hit her, soothing her battered insides. She felt like she could fuck for hours, it was so good! He slipped out of her and they slumped against the wall of the shower, grinning at each other weakly.
'Hot stuff!' he said teasingly, flicking her nipples. 'Can't even take a shower without turning on! You're really one sexy lady. I don't know what I'm gonna do with you!' He took the soap from her hands. Somehow, she had held it throughout their fierce bout! 'Now hold still while I wash you. And try to control yourself!' He laughed at her and began soaping her breasts.
'Yes, sir,' she answered happily. She closed her eyes.
