Davy's On The Road Again, Part 4
The following story is fiction. Sure, some of it may seem real but that's because it's based upon true events and episodes in the life of your humble narrator. It involves all variations of sex between men and women, between women and women, between men and mem and in all combinations thereof. The story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives. There are lyrics to songs that add not only tribute to the songwriters but add color and atmosphere to the story. Some of the characters are real people whose names have not been changed. They are there to advance the story and expand your imagination. I hope you enjoy the telling and the tale.
I wrote this story several years ago and published it on another site. This version is updated at corrected and in some ways is different from the original story. Send your comments to oldhippie1949@gmail.com. Thank you. --------------------------------------------------
"I'll keep rolling along Deep in my heart is a song Here on the range I belong Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds..."
I awoke to the sound of guitars. I'd slept for nearly two hours and it was 10 p.m. From the side of the bed, Santo looked at me with those big eyes and I knew he had to go out. I rousted myself, washed my face and walked out into the crisp night. It was cooler than I expected so I went back in for a long-sleeved t-shirt. Back outside, I listened to the guitars a couple of sites away. Santo leaned up against the tree and emptied himself and we walked toward the music.
There was a cowboy air all around me as I came upon a group sitting under a large screened tent. Must have been a dozen people listening to a couple of guys strumming country songs. I joined the group and listened to their sweet harmonies. As they ended "Tumbling Tumbleweeds", one pointed to a guitar off to the side and invited anyone who wanted to join them to sit in. I walked over and picked up the small but very sweet Martin D-18 and sat down. Santo curled up under my feet as I checked the tuning while they started "I Ride an Old Paint." I began to pick some riffs and fills. I fell in right away and it sounded fine and felt kinda nice, too. The singer grinned as the sound filled out and sweetened. As any good listening musician, he heard it happening, too.
The audience filled out a bit, too, as a few more sauntered into the tent. I was trying to sound like a dobro and I liked the sound we created. It was one lonesome cowboy tune after another and I imagined myself around a campfire during a cattle drive in the late 1800s. I looked around the crowd for the first time and was delighted in its diversity. There were a couple of families with small boys snuggled into the parents, a few older white haired folks, a few hippie types in their twenties, a pair of young women also in their twenties - one black, one white, an hispanic family with a beautiful raven-haired dark-eyed little girl, and a few couples holding hands. One couple caught my eye as I played. He was a tall black man graying around the temples and she was also tall, with red-brown skin and incredible cheekbones. I figured her to be a Native American. Their dog, a small collie, lay at their feet. I smiled as I played and I drifted back into the music.
The lead singer asked me if I wanted to play one so I thought of songs to fit the mood. I laid out the chords and the loping rhythm for them and rolled into Randy Newman's "Blue Shadows (On The Trail)", an obscure number from the film, "Three Amigos."
"Blue Shadows on the trail, Little cowboy, close your eyes and dream, All of the dogies are in the corral, All of your work is done, Just close your eyes and, dream little pal, dream of, someone..."
I sang out strong and liked the timbre in my voice. It felt good to sing and play in front of an appreciative audience again. The other two walked right into it and we created a magical moment. I was very pleased especially with an extended solo break. It sounded wonderful and it brought a nice applause. It was now eleven and the leader thanked everyone for hanging out but it was time to pack it in. "Blue Shadows" seemed the perfect way to end the impromptu performance.
The families collected their kids and began to disperse toward their tents and trailers. I thanked the other players and told them just how much I enjoyed it. We had one of those "musician moments" where we all smiled at each other and we silently knew we had performed well together - we had meshed. Quite a few people surrounded us to thank us and offer compliments. The leader said he thought I looked familiar and I introduced myself. He nodded with recognition and we shook hands. Santo and the little collie were making their sniffing ballet-de-deux as I thanked the audience and shook lots of hands. I tugged at Santo's leash and began to leave the tent as I chatted with the tall couple, the young female couple and a dad and his little son.
We walked our dogs along the perimeter of the campgrounds and I was invited to their trailer for a beer. The dad and his son had drifted off by now and it was just the five of us sitting under their tented awning. We talked about our journeys thus far. I learned that the tall couple was on their way to the Pawnee Reservation up north to see her family. The young women were heading up to Bozeman, Montana where they lived and ran a business. After a few beers, they bid their goodbyes and drifted into the darkness. I figured that this my cue to leave, too, but the couple began to ask me more questions and the conversation became more personal. Their names were Jack and Sunny and they were very gracious. They asked me if I wanted something a little harder to drink and asked me to step inside. I asked if they wanted to share a joint. Jack passed but Sunny liked the idea. I offered to go get one and then to return.
I walked Santo back to our trailer and he immediately curled up in his bed. I pulled out my stash and headed back to their large motorhome. Clearly, it was the largest vehicle around and the slide-outs made it even more immense. This sucker was about 40' long. I rapped on the door and stepped in. It was really something to behold. Jack took me on a tour showing off the large galley and dining area, the adjoining living room, the bathroom suite and the huge master bedroom. The interior was lit by soft LEDs and I commented on how this was a helluva way to travel. The driver's cockpit looked almost like a jet pilot's seat with a myriad of gauges, dials and screens. Jack began to pour and I asked if he had any cognac. He lifted a bottle of Hennessy from the bar and poured me a couple of fingers. We sat around the table as I began to roll up a couple of spliffs.
Sunny's voice was soft and sweet. She told about how they'd been on the road for three months and still had another six weeks before they returned to Tillmook, Oregon. Jack was swigging away on his single malt and he was putting it away. At 6'3", he was a former basketball player with The Warriors and was now enjoying his life as a college coach. His deep mellifluous voice was very expressive and as the liquor fueled him, he sounded even deeper and more resonant. I asked him if he was a singer and he said no, laughing me off and saying that he couldn't carry a tune at all. Sunny was a history professor and they'd met at the college. It was her first marriage and his third.
Sunny sipped her white wine and between the booze and the smoke, we were getting looser. Jack began to toke up, too. They asked me more intimate questions. Jack asked how a single man could travel alone - didn't I get horny. Sunny tried to shush him but his gregarious nature seemed naturally bold.
"Sure," I said, "but it seems to me that road warriors all seem to be horny toads so there's lots of sex everywhere I go. I haven't been horny for too long!"
Jack lit up and asked for some details. Politely, and watching my words, I told them about my Jefferson City debauchery. Sunny was all ears. I also told them that I planned to stop at another nudist/sex resort along the way. They wanted details and so I told them how to look it up on the web. Sunny turned to her laptop and pulled up the URL. Within moments, they were locked onto the screen. I directed them to the resort in Palm Springs as one of my destinations.
"Oh, Jack, this is us. Let's do it after Grand Canyon."
"Hey, that's my plan, too!"
"Yeah, this looks cool, Sunshine."
"I like that it's got a fancy spa."
"You gonna meet us there, Davy? Looks like pussy heaven."
"Yeah, Jack, if it times out right maybe I will. I'm going up to Colorado next and then hopefully to Grand Canyon and then Palm Springs."
"Well, maybe it will because we're going to Santa Fe after visiting Sunny's folks. Hey, it'll be fun." Jack was getting very loose now having refilled his tumbler and relit the joint.
Sunny took a deep hit, "Oh, I think I love this place. It's a sex resort, hon. They're gonna love you and your monster there."
"Yeah, baby. I can see you getting all the cock you want, too."
"Com'n Jack, you know that you're all the cock I need, big guy. Actually, I was thinking of something else," she said with a sly grin. He grinned back at her and silent words were passed.
"Oh, you two have got to cut this out. I'm getting an erection now - forget about what I'll be like when I see you naked in Palm Springs, Sunny."
They laughed and told me to calm down. My cock was straining against my jeans. I noticed that Jack was hard, too, especially when he pulled at his pants. "He must be carrying some package," went through my head.
"We've partied with groups, too, Davy. We like to have our fun, don't we, hon."
"We sure do, baby. We surely do."
Sunny got up to go to the bathroom as Jack flipped through the web site mumbling to himself. He was pretty stoned. I sat back and did some deep toking. I looked around the bus and I realized that parts of it were custom fitted for tall people. Also, the accoutrements were all top notch and expensive. I noticed multiple speakers placed in corners and realized that the big screen TV rose up from the back of the bar. Nice touch.
Sunny came back wearing a red silk robe. It occurred to me that she must have been a fashion model at some point in her life. She was tall and thin with very long legs, small breasts and wide shoulders. I imagined her walking a runway with her beautiful face, high cheekbones and imperious manner. I also imagined her flat ass and shaved pussy. She caught me looking at her.
"What?"
"What do you mean 'What'?"
"I mean, what were you thinking? Come on, fess up, Davy."
"I was thinking that you must have been a fashion model."
"Yes, I was. I modeled for five years. I saw the world, made some good money, made a few friends and it was a lot of fun. Want to see some pictures?" It seemed like a pretty vain thing to say but I was curious.
Before I could say yes, she popped a CD into the player and the giant screen rose up just as I had figured. I took a seat on the couch as she sat next to me with the remote. I passed her the joint as a slideshow began. It was a collection of their pictures with some of Jack dribbling down court and some of Sunny's modeling shots. One of her images came up with her wearing a thong bikini on a sandy beach.
"Wait, stop there." I examined her awesome body and the shaved area on the sides of the thong.
"That was part of the SI shoot about 20 years ago. Here's another."
This picture had her hands splayed over her bare breasts. The yellow bottom featured a perfect camel's toe.
"For obvious reasons, this one didn't make the magazine."
Jack, who was still scanning the web site, looked up. "Yeah, that's one of my favorites." Then he added, "I just googled you, Davy. Davy Harper, singer/songwriter. Five albums and a Greatest Hits."
"That was long ago, Jack. I'm out of the business for some years now."
Sunny pulled the robe away from her leg and I gawked at it, following it up to her thigh. Even the collie seemed mesmerized by the view as he, too, looked up. The next picture was of the two of them, both nude. Jack was standing behind her and his cock was shielded by her body. Her legs were crossed hiding her pussy but her tits were bared and her nipples were large, round and pointing up.
"Listen, Sunny, I can't look at these. Thanks for your hospitality but I think I'll be going now."
I stood up and my cock was doing an impression of a camp tent. Jack looked up and laughed, "You're killing the poor guy, baby. Look at his pants, for Christ's sake!"
Sunny just smiled and said, "I'm flattered." Again, I thought that she was a bit too conceited. To Jack, she said, "Hey Jack, want to help this poor guy out...I'm horny and I'm high...come on, Jack, let's all fuck."
"Whatever you say, baby, whatever you say."
I was shocked as her remark seemed to come out of nowhere and then I realized that she had been coming on to me since she walked out in the robe. She took my hand and led me to their bedroom as Jack followed behind. Jokingly, he squeezed my ass, "You up for this, old man?"
I took a sip of my cognac, "We'll see, Jack."
In the bedroom, Jack pressed a button and the shades drew down. Sunny slipped off her robe and stood before us wearing only a small white lace thong. I could see that she was hairless. She twirled around in front of me and shook her ass in my face, "Not bad for an old retired model, huh?" Oh, Lord. I had to agree.
Jack slipped out of his clothes and stood in his boxers, "Well, what are you waiting for?" he asked me.
I began to peel of my clothes as Sunny crawled along the bed and fished Jack's cock out of his boxers. It must have been a good 10". It was long and thin, tapering to a small purple helmet. Sunny sucked it into her mouth.
"That's right, baby. suck that thing. Yes, suck it good," he looked over to me, "best cocksucker in the world, songman."
I was now down to my stretch boxers and I moved behind Sunny. She was on all fours and her beautiful butt was up in the air in front of my eyes. I leaned in and began to kiss it. I gave one cheek a good hickey as the appreciatively moaned on Jack's cock. I rubbed my hands along her ass and palmed her pussy as I nibbled on her ass. I pulled her thong to the side. Her pussy was hot - not only warm but fucking hot, if you know what I mean. I thought I might cum right then and there.
She pivoted around and facing me, fished my cock out of my shorts. While a few inches smaller that Jack's, I more than made up the difference in girth. She lipped the tip and looked up at me, "Nice dick, Davy. This will fit nicely in my ass." How I didn't shoot right then and there, I will never know.
I then did something I truly hate to do - I moved away from the moment. I moved outside myself and took in the scene, in other words, I became a spectator. I saw this tall, strong man on his knees pumping his tall and beautiful wife. I saw her lips wrapped around my dick as I stood on the side of the bed. I saw the grandly modern bedroom with its glitzy fixtures and floor-to-ceiling mirrors. I saw the scene reflected. I saw Jack smiling back at me. It was the pot blending in with my disbelief. My dick started to wilt so I pulled myself away from her.
She rolled onto her back and I looked down on this magnificent creature. I had a strong desire to taste her so I got onto the bed and moved to her side. Jack continued to slide in and out with his long dick. I leaned in and pulled her vaginal lips apart with one hand while the other moved over her clit. I rubbed her clit up and back while maintaining my distance from his cock.
"Ooh, I like that. I like that, Davy. Lick me."
Like I knew she wouldn't like it? Her whole demeanor cried out "Do ME!" I leaned in closer and began to lick her nubbin gently. My tongue twirled around it. It flicked at it. It danced on it. I sucked it in between my lips and held it there. I breathed her in and she smelled earthy and sweaty.
"Don't stop, Davy. Jack. Cumming. Cumming. Cumming!"
She pushed her snatch up to me and applied a deeper pressure on her hard clit. She locked her legs around Jack and he held her up by her butt cheeks. He slid in hard and shook her but I stayed firm. I was on a mission and my mission was to make her cum and then to get the hell out of there. For some odd reason, I really wasn't into them. I wasn't really there but I was and I was more than a little uncomfortable but I didn't want to let her know.
She pressed herself into Jack and flexed her thighs. I felt her tremble and then release...flex, tremble and release. Her hand played with my sac and squeezed it and then, in a very powerful surge, I felt her cum. Her clit pounded my face. Jack pulled out of her and began to shoot his cum on my face as I buried it into her dripping hole. Her fluid dripped over my nose, over my eyes, along my forehead and into my hair. It was warm and peaty while Jack's hot cum hit my neck. My hands clenched her butt and I felt her muscles soften and melt. I gently eased her down and continued to lick her clit until she pushed my head away.
"Oh, that was good, boys. That was very good."
"Sorry, old man, sorry I shot all over you but I couldn't help it. She squeezed it out of me."
"It's cool, man, I didn't mind. You guys are so hot, I didn't mind at all."
"Let me make you cum, Davy. I owe you a good one."
"No, Sunny, it's okay. I'm not going to cum now. Maybe I'm too tired or maybe it's because I jerked off before. I'll just wash up." (I lied about that but I didn't want her to feel strange and anyway, I was satisfied enough by bringing her to orgasm.)
I went off to the bathroom to wash up and wipe off the cum from my body. When I returned they were both under the covers. I began to dress and Jack started to get up.
"No, stay there," I said. "I'll let myself out. I want to go back and collapse."
"But I want you to join us in bed, Davy. Let me make you cum," she said this through half-closed eyes as if she was almost asleep. I just knew she didn't mean it.
"Tell you what, Sunny, when we meet in Palm Springs, I let you do me and do me and do me. Okay? Is it a deal?"
"Okay, it's a deal and a deal is a deal."
I kissed her. I shook Jack's hand. I collected my stash and gulped down the last of the cognac.
"See you two up the road," and I hurriedly left.
After taking Santo for a quick walk, I closed up the trailer. My mind was rattled and exhausted. There were too many bees buzzing around inside. I smoked a roach I had laying around and passed out for the night but I recall lots of wacky dreams. Dreams of my past, of my ex, of all sorts of disquieting things. I rolled around a lot that night but eventually I did fall into a deep slumber.
I woke early and hit the road right away. After gassing up, I passed through Amarillo and headed north to Boise City. There was no one on the flat and straight road. Passing some grassland and windmill farms, only the music kept me alert. An occasional sagebrush ball blew down the road as I entered Comanche territory. I envisioned old Cowboy and Indian movies but mostly I was Ethan Edwards searching for my little Debbie as "days passed into weeks, the seasons turned..." I stopped at a trading post simply because it was called "Trading Post" and that seemed propitious although there was nothing to buy except Chinese-made trinkets. But this was not Monument Valley, the stone outcroppings were too small and nondescript. I kept to 287 until I reached the town of Kit Carson and stopped for lunch, gas and a break. The sky was a riot of blue and extreme clouds exploding and towering above. The rest stop was all dust and low bush and except for a light breeze, the place could be best described as dreary. Even Santo wasn't wild about his walk but thankfully he did his business. As we headed back toward the trailer, a beat up old Ford station wagon pulled in and I recognized the female couple from last night's hootenanny. We made our pleasantries and I invited them in to join me at lunch.
They were a very nice pair of woman. Neither was beautiful nor even striking but they made for good pleasant company. They brought over some fresh chicken salad they'd picked up on the road and I made sandwiches and cold drinks. Elaine, the black girl, was crazy over Santo and he enjoyed her attention as well as her scratching his belly. Dorothy and I talked about Bozeman and the book store they owned. Soon enough, we said our goodbyes because we wanted to make our destinations as early as possible. I rolled myself a couple of fat joints and turned back onto 287.
About an hour later, the chicken salad hit me hard and pulled off the road. I wondered where exactly on the road they had picked it up? Was it roadkill? Truly in the middle of nowhere, I relieved myself and prepared to move on. I needed something to kick my ass and get rid of my malaise, as well as the lousy taste in my mouth. The Rolling Stones and some Oreos fit the bill. I had to get my "ya-yas" out. "Paint it Black, you Devil!" made me smile and I was rolling down the highway again.
I called my niece in Boulder to see if I could see her that night but she wasn't home. I left a message and then tried my musician buddies in Ft. Collins. They had said that they would be on the road touring some Cali clubs and one big arena date through much of the month but expected to be back soon. I left another message. I called my old friends in Aspen and finally someone on the other end picked up. Sally told me to forget my other stops and head straight for their place, halfway between Woody Creek and Snowmass. As I'd already passed the turnoff to Pueblo, I turned onto 94 near Aroya and headed toward Colorado Springs figuring I'd make my way north through the mountains.
As I turned west, the distant mountains loomed before me like a hazy dream. As I approached Colorado Springs, the environment became more scenic. Soon, it bordered on magnificent. Colorado Springs was simply beautiful and the sort of place I'd love to explore but after another walk and a break, I decided to move along. I had a goal. And anyway, Sally had called me back telling me that the hot tub was hot and waiting for me. I loved Sally, a woman overflowing with enthusiasm. I picked up Rt. 24 and began my trip northwest. I had to stop and gawk at many of the scenic views. The air was invigorating in the higher altitude and the only way I can describe the terrain was inspirational. The forests and fields, the lakes, creeks and streams, the hills, the whole package worked for me. I finally got to Buena Vista and called Sally to tell her where I was. It was late afternoon and Stevie was home. They were both excited and told me to hurry up. "Call us when you reach Aspen and we'll guide you in...now move your ass. We're gonna pah-tee! And be hungry!" After another walk, a gas-up, a dumping station and a tank refill, Santo and I headed north.
I picked up 82 near Balltown and headed into the White River Forest. Passing herds of cattle and bison, it was difficult to take in all the beauty of the place because the road was a son of a bitch to drive. You really had to concentrate on it with all the switchbacks, zigs and zags. The Who kept me pumping up the steep hills and down into the fertile vales.
"When I say I love you you say you better, You better you better you bet, When I say I need you you say you better, You better you better you bet, You better bet your life, Or love will cut you like a knife..."
After such a boring start of the day, this was thrilling. I only wish I was driving a sports car or a motorcycle. Crossing the Continental Divide at Independence Pass was a perfect place to stop. The air at that altitude was invigorating and it pumped me up. Santo responded to it, too, acting all frisky. The snowy peaks made the scene breathtaking. Following 82 through places with odd and desperate names, through gullies and passes seemed to make the trip faster, although I knew at my slow speed, it was not. But finally, I entered Aspen and let out a roar.
Stevie steered me through funky Aspen and toward their place. As I passed Woody Creek, I pulled over and, in tribute to Hunter Thompson, I took some deep drags on one of the joints. I felt honored to be there and I only wished he was still alive. "I miss you, Dr. Thompson!" Ten minutes later, I turned onto Aspen Valley Ranch Road and made my way onto Sally and Stephen's ranch which appeared to be vast. They ran out of the house to greet me.
I hadn't seen them in more than twenty years and it was suddenly like yesterday to be in their presence. Santo ran around the land off leash and as happy as a dog can be. We hugged and kissed each other as they led me around the back of the main house. They both looked wonderful. The years had been good to them. Their home was big and beautiful with a spectacular view. They took me up onto the back deck. A table was set and the hot tub was bubbling. There was a dish on the floor with some big meaty bones that Santo immediately began to work on. Stevie went inside to heft a pitcher of margaritas (his special blend) and some joints. Sally told me not to say a word.
She began to unbutton my shirt and strip me down. "Don't say a thing, just do as I tell you. Now take off your drawers and get in that tub." I did as I was told and stark naked, I slipped into the old fashioned redwood tub. The hot water turned my bones into jello. Stevie poured the drinks and set them on the side of the tub. Then they, too, stripped down and joined me.
"Who's better than us?" he said as we clinked glasses.
"You two are just as amazing as you ever were, just like me, old hippies. I feel like we're all back in college."
"I can't tell you how good it is to see you. You look great, Davy. You look much better than the stories we heard," Sally said, "I'm so glad you're free again. I never liked that witch you married anyway."
"Now, don't hold your tongue or anything, Sally, or I wouldn't know it was you."
"Not my Sally," laughed Stevie, "she's still the same."
"And shall always remain. Here's to our best friend," she held her glass up and we toasted again.
Between the tub, the crisp air and my friend's hospitality, I felt light-headed. "And by the way, Sally, your tits are as beautiful as ever!"
"Well thank you darling, they've been well attended by your old roommate, I'll have you know."
We talked about everything: my life, my trip, their restaurants, about Hunter Thompson (Stevie promised to take me over to the Woody Creek Tavern), about the setting sun and the vista before us.
"Have you been getting laid, darlin'? I have some friends coming by in a while. They've heard so much about you they want to meet you. One of my girlfriends even has all your old albums, she's a big fan. And knowing of your lothario reputation (I'm not sorry, but it preceded you), I'm sure she'll do you as soon as she gets here!"
"I promise to do the best job with the tools I've got, Sally, my love." I told them a brief version of my adventures on the road, leaving very little out. When I got to my previous night with Jack and Sunny, Stevie flipped out.
"I remember him. He had a couple of great years with Golden State. I even remember the pictures of him and his wife - what a babe. I'm not surprised your dick died on you, they must have been an intimidating pair!"
"Well, personally, I can't believe it. Your dick was always hard, Davy. You boys remember the acid orgy we had? Your dicks never got soft."
"Boy, do I ever remember."
"Yeah, that was my first DP. I was such a sweet little virgin!"
Stevie and I laughed, "No, you were never a sweet little virgin. You were the instigator!"
"Yeah, well you two were easily instigated!" We did a lot of reminiscing and laughing. It was great to be with them again. I was glad I hurried to get there and now my body and my soul were soothed.
"I have my guitar in the RV so maybe we'll jam later. What do you say, Stevie?"
"I'm there, dude. I even tuned my dusty old autoharp. You hungry?"
"No, not really. I had some lousy chicken salad that did a number on me. I'm still drying out. Maybe later. Why, you?"
"No, we ate about a couple of hours ago when you called us from Balltown."
"I'm too comfortable to move right now anyway."
Santo left the bones and began licking the back of my head and my shoulders. He was one happy fella, too. The phone rang. Sally got up to get it and as she stepped out of the tub, Stevie and I cupped her ass cheeks. She mock slapped us and ran into the house. She was on the phone when she came back out and she was carrying some big towels and cotton robes.
"Ok, sweetie, we'll see you in a little while, then. Bye." She hung up the phone. "That was my girlfriend, Amy. She's on her way over. I just know you're going to love her, Davy. She said that Tom and Evie are on their way, too. They should be here in a minute."
Moments later, we heard a car pull up and Tom and Evie walked onto the deck.
"Well what's goin' on here? You havin' a hippie orgy or somethin'?" Tom was a strapping cowboy with a deep drawl. Evie was a plump brunette with twinkling green eyes.
"I got my favorite two dicks right here...right where I want 'em," Sally dramatically reached into the water and grasped our cocks.
"Nice way to treat your guest, you slut," said Evie smiling.
"Who you callin' 'slut', you hussy!"
"Well now, I think I'll pour some of this fairy drink you got here," said Tom, "Hey pooch, come to big Tom...that's a good dog." He scratched Santo behind the ears.
"You know, I have to go to the john and I also want to get some stuff out of the trailer. So if you'll excuse me, I'll be right back."
I stood up with my ass to the group, threw on the robe and headed for the RV with Santo at my heels. I did my business taking another dump, grabbed the guitar case from under the bed compartment and grabbed my stash. As we were leaving the trailer, Amy pulled up in a dark blue Jaguar. She stepped out and gave me a long look. I was immediately taken by this beautiful black-haired beauty, her full lips and healthy breasts stopped me cold.
"Be still my beating heart! I'd know you anywhere even in a robe. You're just as handsome as you were on the cover of your first album, Davy Harper!"
"You must be Amy. I'm pleased to meet you...and this is Santo. That's a very nice compliment but also a big lie. Come on back, they're all in the hot tub."
"No kidding, where else would they be? I see you have your guitar. I think I'm in love."
"Likewise." I felt my dick stir at the sight of this beautiful, well-built goddess. Her long black mane cascaded over her shoulders and her full red lips looked ripe. "Oh my God, here I go again" went through my mind.
She linked her arm in mine and we walked up onto the deck like old friends.
"Oh, look, Amy scored already! I think they're in love. Look Stevie, he's sportin' wood!"
I must have turned red because they all laughed at me. I poured Amy a drink and sat down to roll a couple of joints. I noticed that I had picked up the bag with the mushrooms in it.
"Don't bother, Davy, I've already got some rolled right here. Come on back into the tub."
"Wait a second, I have a song for my fan...and I have a surprise for all of you, too."
I took out my guitar and checked the tuning. Then I began to play a song by John Sebastian called "Amy's Tune." It's an instrumental and I began to whistle the melody as I picked it out. Amy stood and watched me play and I felt her eyes fixed upon me. When I finished, they all applauded.
"That's an old Lovin' Spoonful tune called "Amy's Tune" and it must have been written for you. I hoped you liked it."
"Thank you, Davy. I loved it. I think I love you and I want you to know, you can do anything to me, I won't put up a fight!"
"Like when did you ever?" Sally chimed in to their laughter.
"I'm all yours, Amy. I'm not fighting fate." I watched as Amy quickly tossed off her clothes and spread her arms wide to me. Her breasts were a perfect 36C or D and her landing strip was freshly trimmed. This woman was a dream come true. "Oh my God," I said, "here I go again."
She stepped into the tub as I put my axe back into the case. I dropped my robe and joined them. Holding out my clenched fist, I opened it to them and said, "And these are for us!"
"Shrooms! Yea!...Davy, you are the best!...My man!" There weren't a whole lot of them but we all took some and moments later, we were passing joints around the tub. Amy was snuggled up alongside of me and her breasts felt great resting on my arm. The sky was dark by now and a big bowl of stars, Santo was chewing on a bone and all was well with the world.
"Will you stay for a few days? Please say yes." asked Amy.
"Shit, I may never leave. I can't ever remember a welcome like this."
She smiled. "I'm sorry if I'm acting like a silly fan but I feel very comfortable with you. Considering all I've heard about you over the years, I feel like I know you."
Stevie added, "When I first met Amy, she was humming one of your songs. I told her that we were best friends for a long time and that I played on that song. She didn't believe me. She thought I was coming on to her."
"Both could be true," needled Sally.
"I got home and pulled out your LPs and damn, there was his name! I was very impressed. After that, I squeezed as many stories out of them as I could. I followed you through all the divorce stories and all that."
"There were stories about my divorce? I didn't know that. I'm surprised."
"I think her lawyer was feeding the press...but they were sympathetic for you. Rolling Stone ran a very sympathetic piece," said Stevie.
"News to me."
The conversation was fun and uninhibited. Within a few minutes, everything seemed funny again, too, as another wave came on. That's the good thing about mushrooms. They come on in waves of laughter until your eyes hurt and then it passes for a while until another wave hits. Things that aren't particularly amusing became hysterically funny.
"So Davy was telling us earlier about a sex resort he stopped at in Missouri with a lesbo couple he picked up on the road."
Laughter.
"It's true. I more sex that night than I'd had in years."
Laughter.
"Did you save some for me?" Amy was now wrapped around me. I leaned over and kissed her nipple which was floating just above the bubbling water.
"What do you think?"
Laughter.
It went on like this for a couple of hours. We eventually got out of the tub and sat at the table to pick on some sliced duck and rasperries with a fruity Pinot Noir. Sitting around in our robes, I listened to their very informal conversation between peals of laughter. It got a bit chilly so we moved indoors. Amy sat on the couch cuddled up next to me. During one of our mushroom ebbs, Stevie got out his autoharp and we began to play together just like old times. Amy jumped up and said, "Damn, I almost forgot! I'll be right back!"
She ran out to her car and returned with several of my old records. I hadn't seen them in years and it really took me back. "Will you autograph these for me, Davy?"
I felt embarrassed and amazed. "Holy shit. It's been years since I signed anything that didn't cost me money."
Sally got a Sharpie pen and I proceeded to sign each one. I felt like a million bucks. I handed her the albums and she squealed like a teen-aged fan.
"Davy, you are the best. You deserve this." She held her breasts in her hands and pressed my face between them. I pretended to try to protest but it was all for laughs...which again were plentiful. Amy put the albums down on the coffee table and then sat down on my lap. We proceeded to suck face and swap spit. My dick was as hard as it gets - like fresh cut timber - and she rubbed her hand over it.
"Hey you two, cut that out. We can't see what you're doin'!"
More laughter.
Tom stood up and opened his robe, his dick was standing at attention. "This ain't fair! Com'n Evie, let's go home and fuck.!"
Evie stood up and opened her robe, I hadn't noticed her big black bush under a small spare tire before but now, there it was. "Come on, Cowboy! Take me home and gimme one of yer famous cowpokes!"
Gales of laughter.
Tom walked over to the bar and took a shot of Wild Turkey. He grabbed their clothes. They bowed to us and walked out the door. We could hear Evie laughing as Tom yelled, "You'll get the robes back tomorrow!" It was very funny - at least to our drug-addled group.
Sally said, "Hey, you two, you have a choice. Join us in bed for an old-fashioned fuckfest or go to the guest room and fuck your brains out or stay here and let us watch!"
"I know you like to watch, Sal, but I want him all to myself tonight. This rock star is all mine all night. Tonight, I'm out of my mind. I'm out of control! I'm star-fucking!"
"Just lead me on, Amy. I could eat you up."
"Be still my heart," she sighed.
We sat around giggling for another fifteen minutes or so until Amy got up and took my hand. Santo was sprawled out on the floor snoring. I knew I was one lucky bastard.
Stephen looked at me and echoed my thoughts, "You are one lucky bastard. You owe me, Davy."
"Fuck you," said Sally, "he owes me!"
We walked into the guest room, arm in arm and giggling like teens. Amy turned to me and dropped her robe. Her statuesque body made me feel like a kid in a candy store.
"You see these breasts? They're yours, Davy. What do you want to do to them?"
"I want to make them happy, Amy." I took her globes in my hands and I caressed them. I placed my lips in her cleavage and I worshiped them. As I nuzzled them, I ran my hands down her bodacious body and cupped her tush. My lips tasted her large round areolas and I sucked her large nipples, first the left and then the right. She pushed my robe off and pulled me into her chest. She ran her hands through my hair. I looked up and kissed her and it was a wonderful kiss. I slowly pulled her to the bed and we lay together kissing and feeling each others heat.
"I want to kiss all of you...just like your song." She began to sing very quietly and intimately in my ear.
"Is there a place where we're alone, Let's turn off the phone and just kiss, Is there a part of you I missed, Show me and let's just kiss..."
I hadn't thought of that song in many years. I wrote it for my ex-wife and I meant it then. Suddenly, hearing it sung to me by a voluptuous woman I'd only know for a few hours, it meant something new and wonderful to me. It was humbling.
Our kisses were soft and tender. They were very soulful. Our mating had become something more than just fucking, it was emotional and I was not afraid of truly becoming intimate with someone again. I had finally crossed that threshold. I kissed her neck and her earlobes. Our bodies slid along each other as we gave each other little kisses, then little nibbles and then deep tongue. I felt her chest heave and those large, lovely breasts crushed against the hair on my chest. I squeezed her tush and felt her hairless vagina seek out my penis. It found its way between her thighs and I felt her grip me. She spread herself and I fell right into her warm and wet nether lips. I pushed myself deep inside her and she pulled me deeper. We rocked back and forth as our kisses became more turbulent and demanding. She hugged me as our legs entwined, Our movements were subtle but our kisses were not. I rolled atop of her and ground my pubes around her clit. We pushed and pulled against each other in a slow dance. She began to tremble and then broke into a sweat. Her breasts were damp and her body was moist all over. Her scent pervaded my every pore and I was lost, within and without. There was something very different about this woman and I liked it a lot.
She whispered that I was making her hot, that she was so turned on, she said she could not control herself and that we felt so natural together. I wanted to come inside her and my strokes became longer, deeper while remaining slow and sensual. I wanted to cum but I wanted this to last forever. I felt her vagina begin to flood around my cock, her muscles squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing. Our tongues played against each other and I couldn't think of anything but her, I was so "in the moment" that I was taken by surprise when her breathing increased and her fucking became deeper still. She moved her cheek to mine and panted in my ear. She pushed against me and I could not penetrate her any further. I felt her vaginal walls contracting and almost vibrating against my rock hard penis.
"Oh...uh-uh-uh-uh...ssssss...uh-uh-uh...oh...ah-ah-aah...aaaaaaah." Her orgasm was so fulfilling and real that I lost it and began to shoot my cream into her as she squeezed and held my cock within her. We were cumming together. We held each other so tightly that we melded. Our asses shook as we let go. We were now both bathed in sweat and staring in each others eyes. We lay quietly in this position for some long and quiet minutes. Finally, we began to kiss again as soulfully as we knew how.
"Amy, I think that was the best orgasm I have ever had."
"Davy, I think you're right. That was way beyond good - that was super."
We both started to say, "I've never felt..." and then stopped and giggled. I wrapped the covers over us as we lay together.
"Do you realize how long we did that?" she asked. "We've been fucking...no, we've been making love for nearly an hour."
"And I loved every moment. I feel like it was my first time. You feel so right...and I'm just warming up. I want to kiss all of you. I don't want to miss any part of you"
"Mmmmm...and I do, too. I like that we're so clammy. I love your smell. I don't want to move."
We were curled up, glued to each other. Whispering little things to each other, I felt love wash over me. If two can fall in love so instantly, I believe we had.
"I know nothing about you and yet I know everything about you. I don't know that I've ever felt this way before, but I think I love you, Davy Harper. Honestly, I think I do. We just did something amazing."
"It frightens me to use that word, Amy, but I know what you mean. I am far more comfortable with you than anyone I have ever known. I want to be as intimate with you as two people can possibly be. If I can fall in love again, I want to fall in love with you."
I can't believe I said that but it came from someplace very deep. I smiled at Amy and looked into her eyes. She closed them and I kissed her lids and then we both fell asleep, a very satisfying sleep.
I awoke a few hours later and realized that neither of us had moved an inch. I disentangled to go take a leak and she mumbled, "noooooo." I whispered that I'd be right back. As I stood over the bowl and peed, I could smell her all over me and I loved her scent. When I returned, she was still all curled up. I got under the covers and began to softly stroke her. She rolled over and we spooned. I ran my hands over her and felt the overwhelming desire to eat her. I changed position and moved my head to her butt. I began to softly kiss it.
I placed my hands along her cheeks and spread them slightly apart as my tongue slid down her check. When I reached her pucker, I began to rim it and felt her sphincter respond. I jabbed my tongue in and out a few times and continued my travels downward. I licked and circled her taint and took long licks from her rear hole to her pussy. I drank in her pussy and buried my face in it. She spread her legs apart giving me more access. My mouth was licking around it as my nose ribbed her clit. I repositioned myself for even further access and I felt her lips engulf my cock. Her vagina had a sweet nectar, her scent was also mild, sweet,very fragrant, and a little salty from my dried cum.
She kissed the head of my cock but I gently pushed her away saying, "No, this is for you. I want to worship you and your beautiful body. I want to drink in your soul. This is for you." She moaned appreciatively and lay back on the pillow.
I continued to slurp away at her trying to burrow as deeply as I could. I rubbed her vulva with my hand and inserted one finger into her as I sucked on her clit. I licked my way back down into her vagina and used my palm to rub her clit. I repeated this motion several times until she held my head so I could kiss and suckle her and breathe her into me. She began to shake and arch her pelvis. Suddenly she was rocking up and down faster and faster until I received the strong, gushing flow of her orgasm. She lay quietly and caught her breath.
"Your cock is mine now. I want to drink your cum." She began to blow me like I'd never been blown. Her adept oral skills were obvious as she twisted my stem with her hand, up and back to my nuts, up and back. Her sucking on my head was combined with sliding her tongue around it and licking the vein on the underside. Her tongue jabbed at my piss hole while one finger rubbed between my testicles and caressed the area below. Her fingernail scratched at my sphincter and I started to pulse. She slowly sucked me deeper into her mouth until she was down to my pubes. She slid up and down several times and when she inserted her finger into my ass It was then that I erupted. She backed off and sucked out my jizz from the head, I shot again this time more forcefully, and then again. As I lay their squeezing out my cum, I now pushed her head away as my penis became sensitive. She pulled her head away and crawled around to my face where she planted her lips upon mine. She hadn't swallowed all of it and some dripped down her chin. She kissed me hard and we snowballed my cum back and forth between our mouths. I licked my cum off her chin and fed it to her. She licked my moustache and my beard tasting her own juice. We kissed each other as our bodies entwined for a long time.
"I love the way you kiss me...You're the best kisser I've ever known...I can't remember the last good kisser...you didn't mind your cum either, I liked that...it tastes so sweet to me."
"I'm lost in you," I said. Your orgasm was also so sweet to me washing my face...I can smell you on my moustache...this is the best sex I've had in years, too."
"Maybe I taste sweet because I have no children."
"...and I had a vasectomy so my grapes are seedless."
We giggled at this and curled into each other. After a few minutes, we fell asleep again.
We were awakened by Sally and Stevie. It was light out when they came barging into the room. Sally had her little point-and-shoot and was taking pictures of us lying naked and grinning.
"So, was it good?", she asked.
Stevie walked over to me and lifted my dick up. It was limp. He dropped it and it flopped over. He did this a couple of times and each time had the same result. "Look, Sally, he couldn't possibly get it up again."
Amy and I chimed in together, "Wanna bet?" and laughed.
"Yeah, sure...waddya wanna bet?", Sally gibed, "lunch? dinner? Come on, big mouth."
Stevie sat down on the bed and lit a joint. Amy stuffed two pillows under my head just high enough so I could watch as well as toke on the joint.
"This boy is a great fucker and his cock is mine. I love this cock and I can make it dance. If he'll let me, I'll bet my pussy on it."
"You're on, girlfriend."
I protested, crying out that her pussy was all mine. She smiled back at me and nodded in agreement.
Amy looked over at Sally and said, "I may have a big mouth but it's a damn good mouth. Just enjoy, Davy, because I will."
Amy sat between my legs and began to gently stroke my dick, dancing her fingers around the head. After about a minute, I started to get hard. Sally sat to the side and watched. Occasionally, Amy put it between her lips and gently sucked on it. Sally was touching her wispy blond pubes and occasionally snapping pictures. When I was hard enough, Amy got on top of me in a reverse cowgirl and began to squeeze my cock in her sugar walls. I passed the joint back to Stevie as Amy leaned back on me and I held her breasts and firmly but gently fondled them. With one hand, Stevie played with my nuts and I let out an audible groan. Amy was riding me like a mustang, her ass bouncing up and down.
"Oh, that cock feels so good...come on, champ, show 'em how you can shoot."
Sally handed the camera to Stevie and then leaned down to flick her tongue along Amy's crack and down to my nuts. Amy groaned as I began to buck against her, pushing her higher and lower along my dick.
"Tell me when you're gonna cum, Davy. I want her to see you cum. I want pictures to frig myself with."
We went on like this for several minutes until Amy jumped off me and spread her legs over my face. We were in a tight 69 and she sucked me hard. Stevie and Sally leaned in and began to lick and slurp on my cock, too. I gasped.
"Here it comes," she said, getting up on her arms and pushing her sweet beaver down on my tongue. I began to shoot volleys into the air as Stevie snapped away. I was rewarded with another gushing orgasm on my face. Amy collapsed on me.
I caught my breath and said, "And I could do that again. I am in awe of this woman."
Sally licked of my dick and cleaned it, kissing Amy, too. Then she hopped over her and sat on Stevie's dick, "Let's show 'em how its done, studmuffin." They started to fuck in earnest but it seemed that Stevie was having a difficult time of it. I rolled away from Amy and placed my head between Sally's thighs. I began to lick her clit and Stevie's dick. Amy snapped some pictures and then stood up on the bed straddling Stevie's face. That seemed to do the trick as Stevie began to come into his wife. His cum dripped out of her pussy and onto me. I moved up to Sally's clit and in rapid-fire movements gave it a good tongue lashing.
"Ugh...ugh...yes...uh-uh-uh...I'm coming...don't stop, Davy...don't stop, faster"
She came and she came hard. As she pumped on Stevie's softening cock, it popped out of her and her puss let out a fart. And then she fell over on the bed.
"Nice work, ace," said Amy as she shook my hand. I sat up and she sat inside me with my arms wrapped around her.
"Oh that was good," Sally mumbled, "that's how we start the day around here."
We laughed at her as we all sat quietly, visibly spent. Stevie rubbed my shoulder and I was brought back to our halcyon days in college when the three of us could fuck all night and into the morning. "Just like old times," he said.
"Yeah, but I don't want to see those pictures on YouTube!"
"Nope, Davy. Those are for me to diddle myself with. But now I'm gonna put together some breakfast, that is, if I can move my legs. Stevie, you set up those pictures on the computer."
Amy said, "Come on, my lover man, let's shower."
"Ok - but don't start fuckin' again or breakfast will get cold."
Amy and I showered and washed each other and it was all I could do from fucking her again. While I soaped her back and shoulders, she wrapped her leg around me and peed. I was surprised as I felt her warm pee travel down my leg and it felt good and a very intimate act. While she soaped my back, I began to pee against the shower wall and she held my dick for me.
"Come on, you two. Breakfast is ready."
We toweled off and joined them in the kitchen where pancakes, sausages and coffee were waiting.
"We have a long day today," Said Stevie. "Being it's Sunday, we're gonna stop at the restaurants to pick up the receipts. We'll give you the guided tour and we'll stop at the Woody Creek Tavern, too."
"Cool," I said," I'd like..."
"...to fuck again," Amy cut me off, "and you will. But first you're going to sing to me."
"I'll always sing to you, Amy."
Santo happily scarfed up the leftovers as I went off to get my axe.
Thanks for your nice comments and encouragement to keep the story going. Please vote on how you like it. Any names and persons used in this story are purely coincidental, fictional, nonexistent and utterly intentional. Send your comments to oldhippie1949@gmail.com. Thank you. All lyrics copywritten and used as a tribute: "Tumbling Tumbleweeds" by Bob Nolan. "Blue Shadows" by Randy Newman. "You Better You Bet" by The Who. copyright2017 The Ol' Hippie